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sighed-the-snake · 8 months

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So, about Furfur's angel book. Remember the part about Baraqiel?

Image text: BARAQIEL. Dominion. Angel of the Sky. Appearance: Hair an eye-burning jinnjer. Eyebrows with the appearance of a grisly slug. Often draped in red. Occashunly damp, most likely singed.

I recently got my hands on a copy of A Dictionary of Angels, Including the Fallen Angels, by Gustav Davidson.

And here is the entry for Baraqiel!

Image Text: Barakiel (Barachiel, Barbiel, Barchiel, Barkiel, Baraqiel, etc. -- "lightning of God") -- one of the 7 archangels, one of the 4 ruling seraphim, angel of the month of February, and prince of the 2nd Heaven as well as of the order of confessors. Barakiel has dominion over lightning and is also one of the chief angels of the 1st and 4th altitudes or chora in the Almadel of Solomon. In addition, he is a ruler of the planet Jupiter and the zodiacal sign of Scorpio (as cited by Camfield in A Theological Discourse of Angels) and Pisces. With the angels Uriel and Rubiel, Barakiel is invoked to bring success in games of chance, according to De Plancy, Dictionaire Infernal.[Rf. Ginzberg, The Legends of the Jews I, 140.]

Lightning of God We see Crowley let off some lightning while too angry to control himself, and an angel of lightning could easily be considered an angel of the sky.

Archangel Baraqiel We assume Metatron was referring to Satan when he spoke of the Prince of Heaven they lost. Could he have been referring to Crowley? There was a lot of hatred in the look Metatron gave Crowley in the bookshop.

Crowley also told Beelzebub that the whole erasure from the Book of Life thing was something they said just to scare the Cherubs and that it wasn't actually a thing. We think of fat little cupids when Cherubs are mentioned, but Cherub is just the singular of Cherubim, and those guys are just one step below the Seraphim.

And he was teasing them.

Crowley says he understands what Aziraphale is offering him better than his angel does. If he was a Seraphim, then I believe it.

I know Furfur's book places him as a Dominion, but Neil can be an unreliable narrator, and who knows how accurate a demon's book might be. Neil could have also just decided to make Crowley a Dominion instead. Afterall, the angel guarding the Eastern gate in the bible was a Cherubim, but Neil and Terry changed that to Principality when they made Aziraphale.

Also, if Crowley was hanging out with "Lucifer and the guys," that suggests he was a high ranking angel. You're friends with the people you see every day. They were probably his office buddies.

Crowley said in the beginning of S2 that he worked "very closely with upstairs" on his nebula project. Anyone who has worked for a hierarchical business knows that lower order employees aren't even allowed to talk to the higher-ups directly. They would have to submit their issues to their direct supervisor, and that request would go up the chain until it's taken care of, probably never reaching the highest levels of the company. If Crowley was working directly with "upstairs," and his crossed fingers suggest a close collaboration, then he must have been a very high rank to be allowed to talk to them directly.

It is also worth noting that the use of the singular seraph, in the Book of Isaiah, is translated as "flying fiery serpent."

Ruler of the signs Scorpio and Pisces Crowley is hissy and wrathful and WILL CUT YOU, but he also loves children, and turns goats into birds so he doesn't have to kill them, and breathes life back into smooshed doves, so this makes perfect sense to me. Who's our moody little snek, you're our moody little snek.

Invoked to bring success in games of chance We have already seen him outsmart Heaven and Hell with Armageddon. He is uncommonly sharp-witted and capable for a demon, or even an angel. Look at the way he invented regulations for the Rules of Engagement so convincingly that Shax backed down, and how he got Muriel to sneak him into Heaven. I would definitely want an occult force like Crowley-Baraqiel on my side if I was doing something risky.

#good omens #Crowley was Baraqiel #good omens meta #good omens analysis #A Dictionary of Angels Including Fallen Angels #Archangel Crowley #Crowley

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kikiwooo · 10 months

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notes: gn reader

[ CARRYING ]

X.Borg

On his shoulders. What can be better than that? With the height of his, enjoy the ride. He'll also grab onto your leg for you to not fall off.

"Steady now, wouldn't want you to fall off."

Dyrroth

He loves to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you up, how should I explain this; front piggyback? Your height or weight doesn't matter to him, he's the prince of the abyss after all.

"You look rather..frustrated by this..~ Come on, look at me."

Fredrinn

Carries you with only one arm just to show off, yeah that's fredrinn. He makes it a little game to win over your heart, his charming face and that smirk of his doesn't help at all.

"How's the weather up there darlin'~? Pretty good mhm?"

Julian

Throwing you over his shoulder seems like a effective choice actually. Especially when there's a fight and there are more enemies he can take so he just throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack and 🏃💨

"Stop squirming I don't want to drop you-! oi! Stop hitting my back now that's hurts-"

Aamon

Guy's either princess carrying you or leading you by the hand like a true gentleman. Honestly it all makes the cold Duke's heart flutter. Aamon is clever, so clever that in a middle of the fight he can scoop you into his arms and ran to a nearby tower. (Don't forget his invisible cloak ability)

"I got you."

Xavier

Above the others Xavier is most comfortable on carrying you on his back. For him it's the most efficient way if you get injured and run for aid. Just,, just imagine him bending down to his knee and waiting for you to settle on his back🥺🥺

"Jump now, that way we'll be faster."

Martis

Just like Aamon, the Ashura king himself prefers to carry you in his muscular arms, I mean who doesn't want that?? Also won't miss any opportunity to flustee you making you hid into his chest, you bet he's grinning ear to ear.

"Look at me love, I want to see you~"

Gord

Gord doesn't see the need to carry you, he can make you float instead but won't do that you need to beg for...literally. What, ain't standing next to him is enough for you? With how an ear sore(affectionately) you are he will, with a flick of his wrist will make you float. Go ahead and take the opportunity to bump his nose.🤫

"Tsk, don't get any ideas..."

Jonshon

Carrying? What's that? Take a seat instead, don't forget the belt.

Hanzo

Holds you like a kitten/puppy, just like a baby animal in general. He's a big guy what did you expect? Hanzo doesn't really like having you close to him because of the demon inside him who makes comments such as how sweet your blood smells...

".......must you stand this close? .......fine...come here."

Claude

Tries to throw you over his shoulder just to tease you then falls to the ground with you. As playful as Claude can be he's a hopeless romantic and most of the time is clueless about literally everything. He's getting advices from his best man, trust Dexter on this. He's showing how should Claude carry you-

"(Name)- heyy, trust me on this, please one more time-! No I won't drop you I promise-"

Leomord

If you specifically want him to carry you, he'll do it without saying anything, be it princess carry(his favorite) or any other styles. But mostly you two will be riding with Barbiel, he's behind you, arms on the both of your sides. His reflexes are fast, he'll catch you before his mind can proceed.

"The weather is quite nice don't you think darling? Would you accompany me and Barbiel for a little walk?"

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flower-boi16 · 4 months

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Always weird to me that Viv insists upon using real demonic names for characters and places but instead of using one the names of an actual fallen angel for Vaggie like calling her Azzy but she's actually Azazel or Barbie but she's Barbiel

But no it's way better than one of the only sapphic/lesbian characters in Viv's entire catalogue is not at all subtly named after female genitalia! That's not at all kind of a subtle micro aggression and low-key invalidating lesbians who don't have those parts! Real good representation Viv

Honestly, I think Viv just named Vaggie that way solely so she could make that joke and nothing else. I do agree that naming Vaggie after a real fallen angel would have been a lot better than just naming her after...vagina.

#hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel criticism

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monika-fan0 · 9 months

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he is a goofy goober

#the lorax 2012 #the lorax fandom #the onceler #the onceler fandom #the barbieler #barbie #oncelings

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rd0265667 · 11 months

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Danielle x Reader: Lightning and Thunder

A/N: Not gonna lie, this inspired by a bolt of lightning, and I share Danielle's fear of thunder, for the same reason she does. Make of that what you will

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Danielle was sunshine incarnate, the constant bright speck in an otherwise colourless world. So one would wonder, does Danielle harbour hate in her heart? Is that heart so pure and full of light like one would assume? Turns out, no, as she just revealed in an interview, she hated Thunder. But a cursory observation would avail you to the knowledge that she wasn't afraid of Thunder. So why does Danielle Marsh, Little Miss Sunshine, hate something like Thunder?

You always hated Thunder. The flash and snap and crackle and boom, it scared the life out of you. Made you go white. If it got bad enough, you'd have to hide, the panic and fear bubbling in you. That's why Danielle Marsh hated Thunder. She hated how Thunder made you feel, the fear she felt for you whenever a lightning bolt struck.

That's how the two of you met too. Danielle was strolling across the school corridor, her attempts to enjoy a nice walk in the school courtyard thwarted by the rain, the dew crashing on the ground in a deafening tune. As she skipped and hummed a tune played on her phone, she noticed a figure shivering under the table. Parts curious and Parts Worried, Danielle entered the room, seeing a bundled up figure, shaking and flinching whenever a flash of lightning shone through the sky, precipitating the thunder. Witnessing your guttural reaction to thunder, Danielle knew what was going on, quickly removing her earphones and placing it in your ears, making you now privy to her presence, looking up in awe at Danielle, the light shining behind her, an angel incarnate, sent from the heavens to save you. She offered you her hand with a smile that shone so bright that it lit up the dark room, a hand which you gratefully took, all the while left mesmerised, paralysed even, under her gaze. A short and curt introduction from you was quashed by the overwhelming enthusiasm and passion Danielle had in just her introduction.

Something about Danielle was magnetic, you couldn't explain it. You found yourself attracted to the Angel who saved you, Gamaliel protecting you from the attacks of Barbiel. Maybe it was the way she got you to open up, adopting the poor introverted kid and showing you around, introducing you to all her friends. Maybe it was the way she had the ability to make you happy just with her presence. Or maybe it was the way she'd jump in her seat when Lightning flashed, quickly turning to you and cupping your ears, holding you to help you stay calm. Your heart grew attached to the Aussie, like a lost puppy following a master, you grew famous amongst Danielle's friends as the +1 to Danielle, seeing one without the other was a statistical improbability. Though you wanted to tell her everything, how you felt about her, but you thought to yourself, this was how Danielle treats everyone, isn't it? Of course it wasn't, Danielle liked you ages ago. She wanted to confess, but curiously, her panache for human conversation seemed to slip through her fingers when she tried to approach the subject with you. It vexed her. Frustrated her that the skill that helped her through her life so far, failed her at this critical moment, when she needed it's help the most. She eventually mustered the courage to do it, sharing a nice ice cream with you as she did. It's a memory she still cherishes.

The two of you found yourselves laying on your bed, exhausted after one of Danielle's manic playing spree. "Do you think I'm shy?" Danielle suddenly asked, causing your head to swing toward hers, a look of curiosity and slight exasperation. Danielle Marsh? Shy? "Oh yeh Dani, I think you're super shy." You sarcastically quipped, Danielle chuckling at the intonations you would make when you mocked someone, a light push to your shoulder as she giggled. "It's like, I don't know, sometimes I want to say something and I just get nervous and I don't say it and it gets really frustrating because I want you to know that I like you but like I can't get to the point and I-" Danielle rambled on, the last few words catching your attention as you couldn't process what she had just said. "You want me to know what?" You tried to clarify, filled with disbelief that you had heard right. Now realising what she had said, Danielle grew red, turning away from you as she tried to find a way to weasel her way out of it, but there didn't seem to be a way. "I like you." Danielle quickly said again, before hiding her face in her hands, terrified about the repercussions she would have to endure should this go wrong. Just as you were about to reply, a ground shattering strike of thunder struck, Danielle's hands flying upward toward your ears covering them, trying to shield you from the noise, holding your face toward her, locking eyes with you to reassure you she was there. In the moment, you were unable to control yourself, and following the confession from Danielle, you crashed your lips into hers, shocking her as she let her hands off your ear. But in that moment, that magical moment, the thunder held no power over you, it's grasp on you loosening as you fell into Danielle's embrace, Danielle still in shock over your sudden action. "Does that mean the feeling is mutual?" Danielle asked as you chuckled "What do you think?"

There it is. Cut and dry. Fairytale ending. Danielle Marsh hated thunder because you did, and she wanted to protect you. That's all. Right? Disney would want you to think so. Danielle Marsh? Not so much

Danielle wished she could say that the relationship was happy through it all. For what its worth. it was. Even if it was only for a short while. The first months of bliss and happiness, a feeling not foreign to most couples. You both graduated from school, both uncertain about what the future would hold, but optimistic, driven toward a joint future, a happy future, together. After awhile, the two of you decided what you were going to do. Danielle wanted to be a Kpop artist, so she applied into SM Entertainment, successfully becoming a trainee. You on the other hand, decided to continue your studies, pursuing higher education geared towards becoming a doctor. Through the first 3 months of your relationship being rarely able to see each other, things were good. Danielle stayed in the SM dorms while you stayed at the hostel of your university. Danielle called you whenever she could have her phone, mostly at night as she'd talk to you to ease your mind, together with hers as well. What raised eyebrows around SM however, was seeing Danielle, regardless of fatigue or exhaustion, bolt up whenever thunder struck, scrambling to the trainers or anyone who would listen to lend her a phone, or allow her custody of her phone again. As the thunder struck, she'd call you, anxiously tapping her feet as the dial tone droned on monotonously, breath held till she heard your voice, reassuring her that you were okay, or allowing her melodious voice to calm you back down. It was magical.

Then, as the weights began stacking up on the glass pane Danielle painstakingly built, the glass began to crack. As Danielle continued her life as a trainee, things got more hectic, training went on for longer, dances got more tiring, vocal sessions more intense. It took everything out of Danielle, but she would crawl to her bed, exhausted beyond belief, but still pull her phone out, a smile on her face as she called you. Things weren't much easier for you. You had begun residency at a nearby hospital as part of a work study program offered by your university that you had foolishly thought yourself capable enough to cope with. Your daily routine became waking to go to work, then going to sleep, barely enough time to do the things that made you feel human. Your only reprieve from all that was your calls with Danielle. The light of your life.

Danielle always thought that you two would have worked, if you had worked for it Try as you two might though, the fatigue took a toll on your relationship, and Danielle wasn't able to do anything about it. It begins small. You miss a call from her while cramming for an exam, and don't bother to call back till she calls back. Then it slowly snowballs. You ignore her calls as you crash onto the bed, rolling your eyes at the notifications as the exhaustion sets in. Her voice memos telling you to rest and how much she loves you go unanswered, ignored by you. Danielle Marsh is capable of great love, and she directed it all toward you. A love any normal person, any good person would appreciate and reciprocate to the best of their abilities. It's a love you brush off to the side. Tunnel vision setting in, chasing your career in the medical field as Danielle's love begins to feel like nothing more than an afterthought. A tolerated love that deserved to be appreciated, celebrated. In Danielle's eyes, it was her fault. Her trying to begin a career as a Kpop Idol forced her to cut almost all contact with you, and it put a strain on her relationship with you. So she tried her best to mend it.

"Dani, this is insane, you can't possibly do this." Aeri whispered, looking about frantically down the corridor, hoping no guards noticed them "It's going to be fine unnie, don't worry." Danielle smiled back, clutching a small Tupperware of your favourite soup that she had squeezed out precious time to make. Worried after a few days of radio silence from you, Danielle devised a plan, sneaking out of the dorm to surprise you with some food in case you hadn't eaten, and maybe steal some moments together with you. It was foolproof. Or so she thought. The windows around the SM dorm were filled to the brim with trees, making it easy to climb out of the windows. What made it not as easy, however, were the thorns and pricks that made climbing it less than pleasant. Still, Danielle persevered, a little blood wasn't going to keep her from you. After much struggle, she finally arrived at your doorstep, taking a moment to compose herself before ringing your doorbell. Then again. And again, only to be met with silence. After some delay, the door finally opened, Danielle with a wide smile on her face as she was excited to see you after all this time. "Oh, it's you. Come in." You monotonously said, not sparing Danielle a second glance as you walked back to your work station. Danielle was slightly taken aback by the coldness, but she paid it no mind, skipping into the room as she saw you looking through some folders. Danielle laid on the couch behind you, beginning to talk and ask you about what had been going on, only to be met with stoic one word answers. You must be tired, and you must be angry at her for all the neglect, Danielle thought to herself. She wanted to make it up to you. Walking up to you, Danielle gently set the tupperware on your work desk, an action you barely registered, much less acknowledged. Danielle then tried to wrap her arms around you, but you quickly shrugged her hands away. "I'm busy." Was all you said, an icy tone adding to the pain your words caused Danielle. "Baby, is everything alright? Did I do something?" Danielle tried to clarify, ignoring the blood on her thigh now staining her pant leg. "Jesus, not everything is about you Danielle. Can't you see I'm busy? I'm here trying to get through this semester and here you are crying for attention like a spoiled brat. For fuck sakes Danielle, can you pull your head out of your ass just once and see that I'm far too busy to indulge in your wants, alright?" You lashed out, turning to stare down the stunned Danielle, not even a hint of remorse evident on your face. You turned back to your work, as tears welled up in Danielle's eyes, but she tried to hide it. In her mind, this was her fault, abandoning you to begin with for her career as a Kpop artist. "I'm sorry, I'll go." Danielle whispered, walking to the door. "Wait." You spoke, Danielle perking up as scenarios bolted through her head. Did you want her to stay? Did you notice her injuries? Were you going to apologise? "Yes baby?" "Take your soup."

Aeri laid uncomfortably on her bed, worrying about the safety of Danielle, her worries being temporarily alleviated as she saw the Australian girl slink back into the room, tupperware in hand, eyes puffy, legs bloodied. "Jesus, Dani, what happened?" Aeri asked as she quickly ran up to the girl, checking on the scratch wounds on the girls leg, but she only forced a smile. "Nothing's wrong Unnie, go to bed. We have an assessment tomorrow. Go rest up alright?" Danielle tried to reassure Aeri, but Aeri ignored the pleas of the clearly downtrodden Girl, pulling Danielle into her embrace as she slowly began to sob

Danielle should have left you, right then, right there. But how could she? She loved you too much to let what could be perceived as a bad day to let you go. You did eventually apologise for that outburst, though Danielle chose to ignore the lack of warmth behind your words. This carried on for months. Danielle would do all she could to spend time with you, efforts that worked to varying degrees, Danielle would try her hardest to make you happy, but it was ultimately for naught, and each time, it was almost identical, an attempt by Danielle, followed by an outburst, then an apology. The only difference Danielle ever noticed, was how the love behind each apology seemed to slowly dissipate, where you were just going through the motions. But the two of you could make this work. Right? Not unless someone did something. And Danielle soon did make a choice. One she would regret

Danielle stood in front of the elevator, hands slightly shivering as she brought along a suitcase. It was a tough goodbye, Aeri both disapproving of Danielle's choice, but also sad to see her go. It was going to be worth it, Danielle thought. She didn't want to be a Kpop idol if it was at the cost of her relationship with you, so she took a step toward mending the relationship. This was close to 2 years of her life, for naught, but for you, she would forsake two more years, and two years after that. Slightly trembling as she stepped out of the elevator, her eyebrows furrowed, thunderclouds beginning to form. Keeping it in the back of her mind, she went to ring the doorbell, which you answered after a short delay. "Good, you're here, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." You said, turning your back to her as she struggled to pull her suitcase into your apartment. "Yeah, me too." Danielle said, barely able to keep her excitement contained as she wondered how you would react to the news, the newfound freedom of having her again, turning the once fleeting stolen moments into everyday occurrences "Let's break up." you said, crossing your arms, sitting opposite Danielle. "What?" Danielle could barely stutter out, in disbelief at what she had just heard. "Let's break up Danielle." You repeated yourself, an astonishing lack of any emotion, any unease behind breaking up with your high school sweetheart. "No, wait, we can make this work. I'm not a trainee anymore, I can spend more time with you now. Please, we can make this work!" Danielle pleaded "What do you mean you're not a trainee anymore?" "I left the agency, for us." Danielle whispered, desperate to get back what she once had. "That's the problem Danielle. In the face of our careers, my career as a doctor, your once promising career as a K-pop idol. This takes precedence over some silly high school love." You said, turning around to grab a box, filled to the brim with the Danielle's stuff. Looking at the box, Danielle's tears welling up more, seeing the objects you had deemed useless. Danielle's letters, ones Danielle had packed with such love and adoration, such care and concern, still sealed shut. Small gifts Danielle had sent to you, untouched. In her distress, Danielle noticed lightning flash in the periphery, bolting forward to attempt to cover your ears, only for you to swipe her hands away. Danielle looked in shock as you stared at her unflinchingly, the primordial thunder that shook the earth having no effect on you. Falling to her knees, Danielle sobbed as she held the box for support, fist clenched as rage filled her body "You never loved me, did you?" Danielle whispered, looking you in the eye "Take your things and leave Danielle."

So that's the truth behind it all. Hidden behind a smile, Danielle lied about it all, saying she chose to leave SM for health issues, eventually joining HYBE as a trainee, debuting with NewJeans, only the girls in NewJeans privy to the real reason Danielle left SM. Even now, she lied, the host noticing her reaction to the lightning, then probing to find out why. A half lie, that Danielle Marsh hated thunder. It wasn't completely wrong. Danielle Marsh did hate thunder, she hated it because you hated it, and she hated the fear she would feel for you when thunder struck. She hated thunder because every time it crackled, Danielle would bolt up, a need to protect you bursting to the surface, only to remember that you didn't need her anymore. The day you made it clear, that she was not needed, that you didn't love her. That you never did. She hated the way she still felt the need to protect you. The way she still loved you.

The truth is, Danielle Marsh hated Thunder. But she hated you more.

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