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snowboyclarkov · 11 months

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Beyblade -> Date A Live

Here is another of my random rambles from the cold darkness that is my spirit. The last word of that sentence is apt, this Beyblade Burst and Beyblade: Metal Saga recast is based on Date A Live. Once again, the main OC of mine will be included, this time on both sides, as I have a Beyblade variant and a Date A Live variant of said OC. There's also a small list of what their abilities would be, if the intersex thing were to become a Spirit. Because all the positions of the Sefirot and Qliphoth are filled in by canon people, I had to look through the many Abrahamic angels to locate those that fit with Sahaidachny's character that were not in said respective structures of the Kabbalah. Though supposedly Uriel was the guardian of the Sefirot of Kabbalah as well as the Gatekeeper of Eden. I also looked to the Book of Revelations and the Book of Genesis and stumbled upon something called Demonolatry which seems interesting.

I thought I'd combine two of my favourite series into a post. It seems ridiculous, but I couldn't care less.

Once again, not all people from each series is included. Closest match based on MBTI and Enneagram used. A list of Spirits in each AU is supplied, in which the Angel is instead based on the person's Beyblade.

Beyblade: Metal Saga -> Date A Live

Gingka Hagane -> Mana Takamiya

Kyoya Tategami -> Tohka Yatogami (Alter Ego)

Kenta Yumiya -> Yoshino Himekawa

Ryuga -> Kotori Itsuka

Yu Tendo -> Munechika Nakatsugawa

Madoka Amano -> Tamae Okamine

Masamune Kadoya -> Tohka Yatogami

Hyoma -> Rinne Sonogami

Pluto -> Ellen Mathers

Ryutaro Fukami -> Ryouko Kusakabe

Jack -> Natsumi Kyouno

Hikaru Hasama -> Artemisia Ashcroft

Dashan Wang -> Elliot Woodman

Chi-yun Lee -> Mizuha Banouin

Tetsuya Watarigani -> Rinemu Kirari

Mei-Mei -> Sawa Yamauchi

Toby -> Shido Itsuka

Johannes -> Yoshinon

Tithi -> Kaguya Yamai

Sophie -> Mii Fujibakama

Bao -> Tsuan

Klaus -> Mayuri

Clarkov Sahaidachny (OC) -> Yuzuru Yamai

Benkei Hanawa -> Higomoro Hibiki

Julian Konzern -> Test 1

Damian Hart -> White Queen

Faust -> Origami Tobiichi

King -> Ai Yamabaki

Chris -> Miku Izayoi

Yuki Mizusawa -> Reine Murasame

Dynamis -> Mio Takamiya

Moses -> Karen Mathers

Mei-Mei -> Kyouhei Kannazuki

Ryuto -> Mai Hazakura

Ryo Hagane -> Kurumi Tokisaki

Enzo Garcia -> Rinemu Kirari

Demure -> Origami Tobiichi (Alternate Timeline)

Ziggurat -> Isaac Westcott

Sora Akatsuki -> Ririko

Helios -> Maria Arusu

Argo Garcia -> Jessica Bailey

Lera -> Hinako Shiizaki

Nowaguma -> Mukuro Hoshimiya

Spirits (Beyblade: Metal Saga Version [including OC]):

Masamune Kadoya (Angel: Unicorno, Codename: Blitz)

Kenta Yumiya (Angel: Sagittario, Codename: Flash)

Ryo Hagane (Angel: Phoenix, Codename: Burn)

Ryuga (Angel: Drago, Codename: Destructor)

Tithi + Clarkov Sahaidachny (Angel: Quetzalcoatl, Codename: Death)

Chris (Angel: Orion, Codename: Phantom)

Jack (Angel: Beafowl, Codename: Killer)

Faust (Angel: Horogium, Codename: Basalt)

Yu Tendo (Angel: Libra, Codename: Flame)

Nowaguma (Angel: Orso, Codename: Rock)

Yuki Mizusawa [Clone of Origin Spirit Dynamis]

Dynamis (Angel: Jupiter, Codename: Jade)

Ziggurat (Demon King: Doctor, Codename: Spiral)

EXTRA = Klaus (Angel: Capricorn, Codename: Grand)

EXTRA = Hyoma (Angel: Aries, Codename: Clay)

Beyblade Burst -> Date A Live

Lain Valhalla -> Kotori Itsuka

Fubuki Sumiye -> Origami Tobiichi

Silas Karlisle -> Tohka Yatogami (Alter Ego)

Blindt DeVoy -> Yoshinon

Toko Aoi -> Yoshino Himekawa

Evel Oxford -> Reine Murasame

Honey Guten -> Kaguya Yamai

Ranjiro Kiyama -> Mana Takamiya

Hoji Konda -> Mii Fujibakama

Ryota Kurogami -> Kyouhei Kannazuki

Kana Akabane -> Tamae Okamine

Hyuga Hizashi -> Tohka Yatogami

Kristina Kuroda -> Origami Tobiichi (Alternate Timeline)

Rashad Goodman -> Kurumi Tokisaki

Arthur Lawrence -> Elliot Woodman

Taiga Akabane -> Hiroto Tonomachi

Ken Midori -> Sawa Yamauchi

Gumita -> Mukuro Hoshimiya

Boa Alcazaba -> Ryouko Kusakabe

Akira Yamatoga -> Natsumi Kyouno

Laban Vanot -> Higomoro Hibiki

Valt Aoi -> Ririko

Dante Koryu -> Rinemu Kirari

Clio Delon -> Nia Honjou

Hyde -> Munechika Nakatsugawa

Daigo Kurogami -> Maria Arusu

Phelix Payne -> Hinako Shiizaki

Bashara Suiro -> Rinne Sonogami

Free de la Hoya -> Mio Takamiya

Zachary Kaneguro -> Mayuri

Tango Koryu -> Karen Mathers

Shu Kurenai -> Isaac Westcott

Gwyn Reynolds -> Clarkov Sahaidachny (OC)

Delta Zakuro -> Ellen Mathers

Ranzo Kiyama -> Miku Izayoi

Kit Lopez -> Ai Yamabaki

Ichika Kindo -> Shido Itsuka

Naoki Minamo -> Yuzuru Yamai

Norman Tarver -> Artemisia Ashcroft

Ren Wu Sun -> Mizuha Banouin

Theodore Glass -> White Queen

Arthur Peregrine -> Test 1

Jin Aizawa -> Mai Hazakura

Lodin Haijima -> Tsuan

Spirits (Beyblade Burst Version [Including OC equivalent]:

Hyuga Hizashi (Angel: Hyperion, Codename: Solar)

Toko Aoi (Angel: Trident, Codename: Screw)

Rashad Goodman (Angel: Raphael, Codename: Greatest)

Lain Valhalla (Angel: Lucifer, Codename: Starfall)

Honey Guten + Naoki Minamo (Angel: Neptune, Codename: Nova)

Ranzo Kiyama (Angel: Ragnaruk, Codename: Cyclone)

Akira Yamatoga (Angel: Anubis, Codename: Acid)

Fubuki Sumiye (Angel: Forneus, Codename: Emperor)

Clio Delon (Angel: Chaos, Codename: Deep)

Gumita (Angel: Nemesis, Codename: Twin)

Gwyn Reynolds (Angel: Genesis, Codename: Big Bang)

Evel Oxford [Clone of Origin Spirit Free]

Free de la Hoya (Angel: Fafnir, Codename: Vanish)

Shu Kurenai (Demon King: Spriggan, Codename: Astral)

EXTRA = Zachary Kaneguro (Angel: Zeus, Codename: Galaxy)

EXTRA = Bashara Suiro (Angel: Bahamut, Codename: Roar)

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C.J.S. is intersex, and the closest thing humans can get to being a biological hermaphrodite. In their hypothetical arc, Furutani Youkai -> Furutani Beginning, their Angel would only be revealed near the end, and they would mostly be seen with their Demon King.

The concepts of subconscious loneliness, self-worth, getting them to open their heart again, wanting someone to understand them, finding the truth of one's self and being able to be one's self are the core tenets of their story. After realising that last part, they spontaneously broke into silent sobbing for the first time in their life. Being mentally and emotionally bullied for 10-11 years of your life purely for personality and conditions/disabilities does that (They have Autism, Epilepsy, Todd's Paralysis, Psoriasis, Narcolepsy, Hypersensitivity, a genetic fault that results in a lack of body temperature regulation).

They often wear a lavender purple kimono as their casual outfit, and otherwise will wear an ice-blue shirt with a snowstorm-esque pattern alongside loose lavender/dark purple trousers and a thin but large black/grey jacket resembling a lab coat.* When attending Raizen, they wear the school uniform. Both variants, due to being intersex.

They are naturally lacking in emotional expression. To them, a small smile means they are extremely happy and a minuscule frown means they are incredibly unhappy. They are seemingly cold/emotionless on the surface and acted cold-hearted/emotionless to the point where they were convinced its who they were, but a slowly re-emerging emotion both confused and plagued them until they freaked out and finally revealed what they thought of themselves to a group that always thought they didn't care about the group before the final battle. Most noticeably, they had an unexplainable intellectual and emotional obsession (read: romantic love - only fully realised in the middle of the final battle of their arc when they were told by Itsuka that they're allowed to be themselves. Cue subsequent curling up and denial with the sealed Spirits helping them realise the truth of their subconscious, which finally made them admit their inner feelings and how they came to be. Come the transition from Inverse to Normal including Uriel appearing for the first time and their subsequent defeat finally able to move on from their past, they thank Itsuka for everything and say they're ready to find out what a date is. Weirdly, they use El Elyon as a makeshift outfit for the date, because the only Spirit with less shame than Furutani is Tobiichi. It's the autism. After said date involving utilising Michael to go to a science museum, an art museum and an Italian restaurant, they willingly allow themselves to be sealed.) with the one that seals Spirits who had successfully befriended them despite previous life experiences within their subconscious. In reality, their true personality is apathetic to everyone except those they bond with, with whom they are really shy on the inside, which their lack of expression fails to show to others. They can't even start a conversation on their own. Also slightly creepy due to a natural talent for appearing out of nowhere and for casual stalking of person/people they become really romantically close to. Their emotional intelligence is absurdly low and they do not understand exactly what bonds are, only that they enjoy them. An individual with almost absurd levels of typical intelligence through prodigal talent/hard effort who had gone emotionally despondent and isolated themselves completely due to events in their life. Couple that with having been betrayed by so-called friends who turned into bullies and you have someone who simply is desperate to be understood. Prior to sealing, they saw themselves as beyond worthless and had a history of being used purely for their talents particularly in art and intellectually. Since being sealed and joining the main group, they have become much happier upon accepting that it's alright to be themselves. They are also asexual, and demiromantic, meaning only close friends have a chance of ending up in a love-based relationship.

The theme of C. Sahaidachny is searching for the truth (after 10-11 years of mental & emotional torment & bullying for who they were desensitized them to almost everything/wrecked their emotional capacity/made them inwardly terrified of opening up to anyone) about who they are, and ultimately realizing they're allowed to be themselves and learning that they are not less than worthless. Learning not to be over-defensive around everyone and being able to trust others again are also key facets in the development towards that.

The Angel takes the form of a Shimenawa inspired by the same structure on Regnar** with colour alterations - Red -> Lavender Purple, Light Gold -> Dark Purple, White -> Black. It is engraved with various formulae and equations on the back, as well as what appears to be a painting of cold air and dandelions. The Shimenawa can also be wielded as a weapon in its own right.

The Demon King takes the form of an ethereal compass sigil**** coloured in ice-blue and ice-white. The Roman Numerals inscribed on the compass are a purposeful falsehood linking back to the motif of truth and the destruction of the barriers that stand in the way of discovering the truth, the answer so to speak.

The Astral Dress is based on Regnar** of Beyblade Burst, besides the head and the Shimenawa-esque structure which is what the Angel is based on, with the following colour alterations - White -> Ice-White, Red -> Lavender Purple, Light Gold -> Royal Purple, Blue -> Ice-Blue, Dark Grey -> Black. A halo that somewhat resembles the accretion disk of a black hole (or the hypothetical gravastar) forms above the head. The concepts of the celestial universe itself are the motif of that which essentially combines the scientific and the occult into one collection of abilities. El Elyon possesses a high durability bested only by Adonai Melek. However it is also one of the slowest, which is its one weakness, and Furutani can easily be caught in sensory overload rendering them vulnerable, particularly against multiple opponents.

In the Inverse form, the Astral Dress is more based on Genesis rather ironically, minus the head part and the lower half which is based on the image that isn't Genesis. The colour scheme is altered from the basis as the following - White -> Ice-White, Light Pink -> Ice-Blue, Gold -> Black, Red -> Dark Gold, Dark Grey -> White, Purple -> Lavender Purple. A spiked halo forms above the head and various distorted formulae and equations circle the user.

The Astral Dress is vastly different to the general norm of these clothing items in style. The Inverse Form is no more powerful than the main form, the difference is fighting style. Except for one technique in which the Angel version is weirdly more powerful than the Demon King version if only by slightly.

In the Book of Enoch, Uriel is described as the guardian of the Tree of Life (the Kabbalah, which bares the Sefirot that the main 10 Spirits are based on). As such, Furutani's Uriel would be the complete all-rounder. Their battle capabilities are roughly on par with Metatron, it has similar divination powers to Rasiel though it can't make stuff reality, and its strongest move Regalia is pretty much a better version of Eden and would override Paradise Lost if activated inside it. Which, they would do, because Furu utterly despises the entire concept of Eden as a whole. Uriel would effectively be a Story-Breaker Power like Rasiel, Michael, Eden and Ain Soph Aur.

The database would rank Furutani as an SS-Class Spirit, on the same level as Rinne and then above her too. The only reason Furutani wouldn't class as an SSS-Class Spirit is because that spot is reserved purely for Mio who is just far ahead of absolutely every other Spirit, naturally as the Spirit of Origin. Besides Mio who could still curb-stomp them despite all this, Furutani would almost certainly be the most powerful Spirit of all unless Mukuro had anything to say about it. Since their personality resembles (and their powers are based on) Faust and Gwyn Ronny who are at or near the top and both beyond overpowered in their respective series/verses, this absurd level of overpowered-ness would fit. Though frankly, Furu's personality resembles Rin Tezuka's more than anything. It also resembles to various extents the personalities of Mizore Shirayuki and Naho Saenoki. Furu seems confusing, but they aren't. Furu will tell you that.

In this version of the verse, the Main Spirit power ranking would go like this, along with their assigned classes for my version (equivalent to canon, except for alterations based on grading that goes from SSS to A with anything from A to C and below utilised for AST or others*):

Mio Takamiya - SSS-Class (Ain/Ain Soph/Ain Soph Aur)

Isaac Westcott - SSS-Class (Qemetiel/Belial/Athiel)

Shido Itsuka - SSS-Class (All main Angels + Uriel)

Mukuro Hoshimiya - SS-Class (Michael)

Clarkov Furutani - SS-Class (Uriel)

Yamai Kazamachi - SS-Class (Raphael [Fused])

Origami Tobiichi - SS-Class (Metatron)

Tohka Yatogami - SS-Class (Sandalphon)

Kurumi Tokisaki - SS-Class (Zaphkiel)

Nia Honjou - SS-Class (Rasiel)

Rinne Sonogami - SS-Class (Eden)

Miku Izayoi - S-Class (Gabriel)

Kotori Itsuka - S-Class (Camael)

Kaguya/Yuzuru Yamai - S-Class (Raphael)

Mayuri - S-Class (Kerubiel)

Ren - AAA-Class (Samael)

Marina Arusu - AAA-Class (???)

Rio Sonogami - AA-Class (Eden [Incomplete])

Yoshino Himekawa - AA-Class (Zadkiel)

Natsumi Kyouno - AA-Class (Haniel)

Maria Arusu - A-Class (???)

*And an extra upgrade to Miku based on the biblical idea of Michael, Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael protecting the four corners of the globe. Nia gets the extra upgrade too as I see Rasiel as better than it gets credit for, along with a slight downgrade to Rinne when scaling is taken into account. Ren and Mayuri are given a class too. The Inverse variants are the same class as the normal variants in this version, but are still generally better in combat.

Weirdly, the many yandere Spirits would include Rinne, Mukuro, Furutani and Mio, potentially even Origami and Kurumi. In essence, Furutani would be equivalent to Rin Tezuka or even Mizore Shirayuki.

The attacks are based on those used by Gwyn Ronny and extra info about their power is also based on Gwyn and his canon battles. Their main arc and recovery is also inspired by the story of Gwyn Ronny in Beyblade Burst as is the case for all variants of the OC.

Hebrew translations done online, expect wrongness.

Name: Clarkov Sahaidachny/Furutani

Qlipha Crystal: Apocalypse

Sephira Crystal: Genesis

Astral Dress: El Elyon

Angel: Uriel

Demon King: Abaddon

Codename: Sage

Angel Title: Celestial Monarch

Demon King Title: Truth In Abyss

Spirit Rank: SS-class

Inverse Rank: SS-class

Attacks of Uriel/Abaddon:

Onbashira [טוריי (Turre) -> Torii] -> A vaguely lavender purple band traces itself and expands into an ethereal barrier that looks like a celestial paintbrush stroke. It contracts upon contact and then pushes out to deflect incoming attacks. It is capable to deflecting Lahathelev (Kerubiel) and Shemesh (Metatron) at once with great effort. It is also capable of withstanding a meteor summoned by Lataib (Michael) when working together with other defensive techniques. A blast from Megiddo (Camael) or the effects of Solo (Gabriel) are enough to break Onbashira.

Veritas [אשת שלג (Esht Shelag) -> Yuki-Onna] -> A lavender purple pocket draws surrounding residue mana into the arm which forms a large ethereal blade which then back-slashes against the opponent. This move is able to defeat Zadkiel. It can also severely damage Zaphkiel. When enhanced by March (Gabriel), Veritas (Uriel) can take down Zadkiel and Haniel in one go after being momentarily pushed back. The move is sent packing by Symphony (Gabriel) if the latter is amplified by enough soundwaves.

Spectrum [מארח שמימי (Mareh Shamimi) -> Heavenly Host] -> A celestial fog that looks a bit like intergalactic space and is absurdly cold like intergalactic space appears and slowly spreads around the area surrounding Furutani, who then slowly brings their hand which is glowing lavender purple through the fog. Once fully outstretched in front of them, they then close their hand while at the same time bringing their arm still straightened from in front of them to as far behind them as it will reasonably go, causing the celestial fog to disperse. At the fog's sudden fading, the Shimenawa fades and transfers its energy in the form of equations and formulae to the user giving them a boost in power. In the Inverse Form, the wings fade instead. This move allows Uriel to hold its own against a fused Yamai's Raphael, and can be used to sustain El Elyon after Jerez (Michael) initially dismantles it. The hair turns lavender in this state.

Eclipse [רוח רפאים (Roah Refaim) -> Youkai] -> {Demon King Version} -> The corrupted form of the ultimate move of Uriel/Abaddon, used by Abaddon. The compass glows violently in an ice-blue colouring with the needles rotating counter-clockwise at breakneck speed, and the wings shift to where their end points are separated by a small gap in front of the user and emit a colossal shockwave which retracts in on itself and then gather residue mana in that gap before the energy is grabbed and thrown into the sky where it expands outwards in a bright ball of lavender purple light. Within it is a dense celestial fog within which the user forms a scissor-esque weapon***** in one hand and a Gohei in the other hand and charges towards the opponent. Eclipse (Abaddon) is capable of matching Artelif (Metatron).

Parity [סופת שלגים (Sufat Shlagim) -> Snowstorm] -> {Angel Version} -> The true nature of the ultimate move of Uriel/Abaddon, used by Uriel and unlocked after Clarkov finally realises they're allowed to be themselves, stops being Inverse and uses their Angel Uriel for the first time near the end of the hypothetical final battle between Clarkov and Shido in the fan-made arc Furutani Beginning. The Shimenawa emits a colossal shockwave and the user holds their hands to their heart and releases them. The user then holds both hands around the ball of energy and gently releases it as if they were reaching out to hug someone, upon which it forms an aura on El Elyon (similar in appearance to Eclipse Genesis's Superior-Flux) that gathers mana from the surrounding area and draws it towards below where the user is standing in the form of black-ish jagged streaks of light. Upon contact with an opposing force, the ball spreads out in a small space containing a celestial scene with ghostly structures resembling nebulae, star systems and more. The space subsequently fades as the origin point explodes and forms into the shape of a royal purple & lavender purple galaxy with quasars of the same colour erupting from the centre where Uriel's user and the opponent have collided. The Angel equivalent is more powerful than the Demon King equivalent, a rarity for Uriel and in general. Parity (Uriel) can match and even surpass Artelif (Metatron) in direct combat.

Revelation [מדען (Madan) -> Scientist] -> The natural ability of Uriel to quantify and produce a solution for any subjective problem that comes to the user's mind, no matter how difficult. It manifests in the form of equations and formulae flowing from the Shimenawa into the head. However it is ineffective when confronted with objective problems. The Inverse Form does not have this ability as it is clouded by vast negative emotions. Think of it like this, Rasiel excels at objective information while Uriel excels at subjective information.

Regalia [עיוות/מושלם (Katawa/Amants) -> Imperfect] -> Uriel's final and most powerful ability after having it's hidden power hypothetically unlocked by Shifuru (Michael). The Shimenawa moves from behind the user to the front and emits a shockwave even greater than that from Parity, powerful enough to shake the entire vicinity for miles around and partially shred Astral Dresses caught within the blast. From the focal point of the shockwave, a barrier similar to that of Parity expands outward that contains its own reality which Uriel has total control of via a shrine complete with a torii and onbashira in the epicentre. It is extremely similar to Paradise Lost (Eden) and is effectively a superior version of Eden in terms of power and capabilities but is vastly outclassed by Ain Soph. It can also act as a defensive barrier capable of withstanding attacks from both Halvanhelev (Sandalphon) and El Kanaph (Raphael) at the same time.

The Limited form, after being sealed, has access to vastly weakened variants of its abilities. Shifuru (Michael) is capable of awakening Uriel's hidden power. With the fading of Genesis alongside the other Sephira Crystals, El Elyon and Uriel disappeared with them.

Uriel is virtually powerless against Ain Soph Aur, Ain Soph and Ain. The likes of Henet and Anaph crush Onbashira, Veritas, Lustrous and Parity into fine dust. However Revelation can help hold back the effects of Ain Soph briefly. Even Regalia is completely rended by Ain Soph and Ain, mainly because while Regalia is superior to Eden, Ain Soph is vastly superior to Regalia. The barrier form of Regalia is also overpowered.

**Images of Regnar. Try and imagine it as an Astral Dress called El Elyon and omit the parts that wouldn't work in one.

***Images of Genesis. Try imagine it as an Inverse form of an Astral Dress called El Elyon and omit the parts that wouldn't work in one. Also another image. The lower section of their clothing is what the lower section of Inverse El Elyon looks like.

****This sigil is based on the one seen in this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABKIOP8C97w

*****Like the one used here: Soldier Beetle - MGE Wiki (miraheze.org)

Uriel information: Who Is the Archangel Uriel? (christianity.com)

#beyblade #beyblade metal saga #beyblade burst #date a live #mbti #enneagram #spirit #uriel #abaddon #el elyon #apocalypse #genesis #sage #angel #demon king #astral dress #this post is far too long for its own good #regnar #raphael

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thesims4-adventure · 1 year

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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Generation Two: Rose

EP. 59

It was the day of the Winter Festival and since I knew that Uriel would be with her paintings in the art gallery here in front of the building I thought it would be nice of me to bring her a present.

Era dia do Festival de inverno e como eu sabia que Uriel estaria com suas pinturas na galeria de artes aqui na frente do prédio achei que seria agradável da minha parte levar um presente para ela.

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I should have taken a shower earlier, I didn't remember this action plan thing, but as a good policy that wants to save the forests I totally support it and as a wolf...I think I feel even a little wilder like that, stinky.

"A água foi cortada de acordo com o plano de ação do bairro. Ele será retomado na quarta-feira às 21h"

Eu devia ter tomado banho mais cedo, não me lembrei dessa coisa de plano de ação, mas como uma boa política que quer salvar as florestas eu apoio totalmente e como loba...acho que me sinto até um pouco mais selvagem assim, fedida.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ Shaun must have felt something about my stinky sweat too because he came out of nowhere asking me to date him. Which I accepted just so I wouldn't spoil the holidays.

Shaun também devia sentir algo com meu suor fedido porque surgiu do nada aqui em casa me pedindo em namoro. Que eu aceitei apenas para não estragar as festas de fim de ano.

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But right after with that marriage proposal? Is he crazy? I preferred to pretend I didn't even hear it while Bo provided the answer for me.

Mas logo em seguida com esse pedido de casamento? Ele está louco? Preferi fingir que nem escutei enquanto Bo dava a resposta por mim.

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I invited Shaun to spend the night here and thanks to some divine force somewhere he didn't try to talk about marriage anymore.

Convidei Shaun para passar a noite aqui e graças a alguma força divina em algum lugar ele não tentou mais falar em casamento.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ My mom would be having dinner with us too, so supper would be fake meat, she's a vegetarian and I honestly don't know how she manages it.

Minha mãe viria jantar conosco também, então a ceia seria carne de mentira, ela é vegetariana e sinceramente não sei como ela consegue.

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Because I already love the feel of hot blood in my mouth and…well…no beast-ridden today.

Porque eu já adoro sentir o sangue quente na minha boca e...bom...nada de ser dominada pela besta hoje.

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Today is family party day.

Hoje é dia de festa em família.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ Soon the house began to fill up with these unbearable dear people who show up once a year because more than that would be disastrous.

Logo a casa começou a encher dessa gente querida insuportável que aparecem uma vez por ano porque mais do que isso seria desastroso.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ My stepfather already has gray hair... it seems like yesterday that redhead in the leather jacket jumped out of my mother's bedroom window so I wouldn't realize they were in the room together. Although almost every time she ended up being abducted by aliens...

Meu padrasto já está com cabelos brancos...parece que foi ontem que aquele ruivo de jaqueta de couro pulava a janela do quarto da minha mãe para eu não perceber que estavam juntos no quarto. Se bem que quase todas as vezes ela acabava sendo abduzida por aliens...

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I called everyone to eat my food made with laziness and hate...but tradition is for the host to cook, right?!

Chamei todos para comer minha comida feita com preguiça e ódio...mas a tradição é o anfitrião cozinhar né?!

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ Cody is always drooling over his grandmother asking questions about rockets and aliens... now he's trying to convince her to take him to see the lab where she works. And I thought she was already retired.

Cody está sempre babando atrás da avó perguntando coisas de foguetes e aliens...agora está tentando convence-la a levá-lo para conhecer o laboratório onde ela trabalha. E eu achei que ela já estava aposentada.

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Santa Winter showed up just as I was trying to watch TV.

Papai inverno apareceu bem na hora que eu estava tentando ver TV.

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But the important thing is that he brought the children's gifts.

Mas o importante é que ele trouxe os presentes das crianças.

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I think my family's madness must have infected him.

Acho que a loucura da minha família deve tê-lo contaminado.

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Crystal was taking advantage of the family's children to get cuddles.

Crystal estava aproveitando as crianças da família para conseguir afagos.

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And my evil sister didn't want to share the gifts.

E minha irmã maligna não queria dividir os presentes.

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But she's not crazy about picking fights with her half-wolf older sister.

Mas ela não é louca de arrumar briga com sua irmã mais velha meio loba.

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Cody finalmente começou a interagir com seus primos.

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Even I got a present this year.

Até eu ganhai um presente este ano.

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Best winter festival ever.

Melhor festival de inverno de todos.

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consulteotarot · 8 months

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AFINAL O QUE É UM ANJO?

Um ser imortal que vive no mundo espiritual e serve como intermediário entre Deus e a humanidade. A palavra “anjo” é derivada do grego “angelos” e do latim “ângelus”, que significa “mensageiro”. Na religião, os anjos pertencem a uma classe de seres assim como os demônios; e eles podem ser amigáveis ou hostis à humanidade. Na arte, os anjos são representados com asas e auréolas. A angelologia foi desenvolvida na antiga Pérsia e foi absorvida pelo judaísmo e pelo cristianismo. De acordo com o Talmude Babilônico, todos os seres são conduzidos e protegidos por anjos, que conectam a terra a Deus. Os antigos hebreus aplicavam o termo malakh (anjo) a qualquer um que levasse a mensagem de Deus ao mundo, incluindo as pessoas. Em Gênesis 18, três homens, ou anjos, aparecem a Abraão para predizer o nascimento de Isaque. Anjos posteriores tornaram-se seres espirituais, servindo a Deus no céu e vindo à terra sob suas instruções. Alguns anjos evoluíram para anjos guardiões, assim como Miguel, o guardião de Israel. As legiões de anjos são classificadas em hierarquias. Os mais elevados no judaísmo e no cristianismo costumam ser os sete arcanjos, cada um dos quais é atribuído a uma das sete esferas do céu: Gabriel, Rafael, Michael, Uriel, Jophiel, Zadkiel e Samael (Satanás). Quando Lúcifer foi expulso do céu por Deus, seus anjos caíram com ele. Teodoro de Mopsuétia, um dos pais do cristianismo primitivo, disse que esses anjos não eram demônios, mas homens que se submeteram a Lúcifer e se tornaram seus instrumentos, espalhando vícios, heresias, mentiras, aprendizado profano e todo tipo de males pelo mundo. Anjos de menor classificação são os querubins, serafins e várias virtudes, entre muitas outras. Católicos e alguns protestantes acreditam que cada pessoa tem um anjo da guarda. Na mística Cabala Judaica, um arcanjo é atribuído a cada emanação na Árvore da Vida: Metatron para Kether, Ratziel para Chokmah, Tzaphiel para Binah, Tzadqiel para Chesed, Khameal para Geburah, Raphael para Tipareth, Haniel para Netzach, Michael para Hod, Gabriel para Yesod e Sandalphon para Malkuth. Os antigos hebreus acreditavam que Metatron também servia como escriba celestial, registrando as boas ações de Israel. O Islam tem quatro arcanjos, Azrael, Israfil, Gabriel e Michael. Os gnósticos, que foram influenciados pelas tradições persas, também enfatizavam as hierarquias angelicais e acreditavam que os anjos viviam num mundo de luz mística entre o mundo mundano e a Causa Transcendente sem Causa. Até por volta do século XVIII, os anjos desempenhavam papéis na vida cotidiana. Os magos conjuram espíritos angelicais e demoníacos para efetuar os seus feitiços e cumprir as suas ordens. Visões de anjos eram frequentemente relatadas como presságios. Feiticeiros, mulheres sábias e bruxas creditavam aos anjos a realização de curas. Os anjos eram culpados por pragas e acreditava-se que intercediam nos assuntos da humanidade. A Era do Iluminismo, no mundo profano, com sua ênfase na ciência e no pensamento intelectual, relegou os anjos ao reino da poesia e da fantasia romântica. O místico sueco do século XVIII Emanuel Swedenborg alegou ter comunhão com anjos nos seus transes místicos. Ele disse que todos os anjos uma vez viveram como homens e mulheres. Como anjos, eles são formas de afeto e pensamento, os recipientes de amor e sabedoria. O Senhor aparece como o sol acima deles, isso é interpretado como uma heresia pela cristandade e como um erro pelo judaísmo. O ocultista e filósofo Rudolf Steiner concebeu uma complexa sociedade de anjos e espíritos, resultado das suas próprias experiências visionárias. Os anjos, no seu sistema único, existem no primeiro nível de consciência acima da humanidade; acima deles, em ordem crescente de níveis, estão os Arcanjos, Archai (Forças Originais), Exusiai (Revelações ou Poderes), Dynameis (Poderosos), Kyriotetes (Domínios), Tronos, Querubins e Serafins. Além dos Serafins está a Divindade. Cada nível do ser tem responsabilidades maiores e mais amplas em termos de evolução espiritual, começando pelos arcanjos, alguns dos quais são responsáveis por liderar raças ou nações. Geoffrey Hodson, um clarividente e teosofista, foi contatado por um anjo chamado Betelda, que lhe transmitiu ideias e informações que Hodson transformou em cinco livros, sendo o mais conhecido deles A Irmandade de Anjos e Homens (1927). Hodson imaginou a humanidade e os anjos como dois ramos da família de Deus, que precisam trabalhar mais juntos para o benefício espiritual dos humanos. De acordo com Hodson, a hoste angélica está organizada em divisões: Anjos do Poder, que ensinam a humanidade a liberar energia espiritual; Anjos de Cura; Anjos da Guarda do Lar, que protegem o lar contra o perigo, a doença e a má sorte; Anjos construtores, que aperfeiçoam e inspiram nos mundos do pensamento, sentimento e carne; Anjos da Natureza, os espíritos elementais; Anjos da Música; e Anjos da Beleza e da Arte. Hodson prescreveu rituais de invocação e oração que aproximariam os humanos dos anjos. As pessoas continuam a ter visões angelicais hoje, como têm feito ao longo da história. Muitas vezes, a aparência de um ser de luz brilhante e amoroso é interpretada dentro do contexto das crenças religiosas do indivíduo. De acordo com a pesquisa de experiências de quase morte, o elemento mais comum é o aparecimento de um ser angelical para guiar os moribundos no limiar da morte. A comunicação é feita por telepatia. Em raras ocasiões, o anjo pode ser visível para as pessoas que estão perto do moribundo. Nas crenças ocultistas e religiosas da Nova Era, os anjos voltaram em popularidade. Eles são retratados em aspectos cármicos da astrologia, canalizados, meditados e ditos existirem nos reinos espirituais. As forças angélicas são invocadas em rituais mágicos em vários sistemas mágicos e de feitiçaria. A visão popular sustenta que os anjos são seres benevolentes e são diferentes dos demônios, que são seres malévolos, contudo isso não é uma verdade verificável na própria bíblia cristã. Tarologo Saturno A Equipa Consulte o Tarot www.consulteotarot.com

#Anjos #Nova Era #Betelda #Arcanjos #Kyriotetes #Azrael #Gabriel #Cabala #Haniel #Zadkiel #malakh #angelos #www.cons

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cuddyclothes · 9 months

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Okay, some Thoughts about Good Omens 2 and that ending and stuff

Disclaimer: I’ve never read the book. I’ve never heard the radio show. Beware, there is criticism under the “keep reading” as well as my analysis of the ending. I’m using male pronouns but feel free to substitute the ones you prefer.

I loved “Good Omens 2″. And have rewatched it at least three times, as well as having it on in the background. And watched clips on YouTube, especially of the ending. I’VE CRIED A FUCKING RIVER. The beginning with Angel!Crowley squealing and squeaking with happiness over his new universe is cute and heartbreaking.

And naked Jon Hamm! Who doesn’t love naked Jon Hamm? He is hilarious.

But here were my problems as I was watching it. First: Crowley’s present day hair. Hated it, hated it, hated it. The little curl bobbing around when he moved his head kept distracting me. It was a beautiful red first season, and all of the hairstyles were lovely, especially when it was long!!

What’s with the color and curls? Aziraphale’s hair is still the same. And no full-on serpent eyes!

And no odd little noises. What happened to the odd little noises?

The plot was thin. Hanging the whole thing on something as small as Gabriel’s disappearance after the enormity of S1 left it a tad lacking. The Nazi zombie “minisode” was irritating. If you’re going to have Nazi zombies, don’t let them stumble out and kill more people! Also, it was so SATISFYING when they were killed. (Does that count as retcon?) The zombies were mainly there so we could watch Aziraphale play with the feather boa and be flustered all over the place. It was so unnecessary. It would have been better minus Nazi zombies. But zombies are all the rage these days, so I guess you have to have them.

I’m generally down with the horror side of things, except for those poor graveyard guards, doomed to fall forever. And why did Maggie love Nina so much? Nina was basically a grump who barely smiled and certainly gave her no encouragement. I know they were supposed to mirror the main couple but it was pretty weak tea. The more anvilicous, the less enjoyable. Seriously, I didn’t give a shit. The only part I liked was when they told Crowley to back off.

While I knew when watching that the series was mostly fan service on a silver platter garnished with parsley, I still enjoyed it. I would watch Michael and David talk about coding. (In my day we’d say read the phone book but do phone books even exist any more?) However, again, my toes are broken from all of the anvils. I squirmed at how shameless it was. I knew there would be fan art and fan fiction and GIFs out the wazoo, so who am I to piss on somebody else’s fun? But for me, there were moments when I wanted to say, “tone it down a little! We get it!”

Especially since Aziraphale was such a prissy little fluff ball through the whole season. Does anyone else think S1 Aziraphale would have been a ferocious warrior when the demons showed up? Rather than “oh dear, here girls, you fight the devil’s army!” He could have yeeted the demons into the holy circle! By the way, who made the holy circle? When he calls, “Anybody there?” who answered?

And, and, AND there was no significant fights between Aziraphale and Crowley! Remember “How can somebody so clever be so stupid!”? When the conflict between the main characters is insignificant (until the end) it diminishes the whole stakes. Which is why I feel like the ending was hastily slapped on, even if it did rip my heart out of my chest.

But I’ve thought a lot about the ending, and I think Metatron played Aziraphale like a harpsichord. Do you think for one minute Metatron thinks Aziraphale could lead Heaven and a huge project like the Second Coming? Of course not, he thinks Aziraphale is a chump. Azi will think he’s in charge while Michael and Uriel walk all over him.

Aziraphale didn’t want to go to Heaven, but Metatron flattered him AND offered to let Crowley return as bait. That did it, because Azi can be an idiot at times. Remember how he thought he could go have a word with Heaven and straighten everything out in S1? When Crowley says no, Aziraphale has made a promise and I don’t recall him ever being able to break a promise. When they kiss he’s hopelessly confused and crying.

Metatron comes along, Azi almost protests that he doesn’t want to go, but again, he made a promise. This is just me, but when he’s in Heaven’s elevator, as we watch it go up, we see him slowly being brainwashed

#cuddyclothes has thoughts #good omens 2 #aziraphale ooc #ending #metatron is a total bastard #why nazi zombies #series problems #i still loved it don't @ me #thin plot #too much fan service #michael sheen #david tennant

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worldwidesuicide-sims · 2 years

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História de Paul Hent

Dublin, Irlanda, 1997. Foi nesse lugar, e nesse ano, que perdi minha mãe.

Eu tinha só 4 anos quando minha mãe, Iris, faleceu. Eu não sabia direito o que isso significava, mas comecei a entender quando eu já não via mais ela pela casa. Meu pai contou que o trabalho levou ela da gente. Só fui entender que ela havia morrido trabalhando agora, com 15 anos. Dez anos depois. Meu irmão também se recusava a tocar no assunto. Não sei exatamente que tipo de proteção era essa em cima de mim.

Isso aconteceu em janeiro de 1997.

Nossa situação financeira nunca foi boa. Compreendi isso melhor ao mesmo tempo em que soube que minha mãe havia morrido em um chão de fábrica, sufocada com fumaça. Ninguém que ganha dinheiro vive assim. Quem ganhava dinheiro não vivia nem no mesmo bairro que a gente, quem diria trabalhando numa fábrica de qualquer coisa que fosse.

Nós nos mantivemos minimamente até março daquele mesmo ano. Tudo ficou mais caótico quando demitiram meu pai dos correios. Meu irmão, que é só 6 anos mais velho que eu, também não tinha condição de trabalhar. Ele estudava e às vezes vendia uns bonecos e bonecas de pano que ele mesmo fazia. Ajudava a complementar um pouco da renda, mas nada perto de um salário.

Foi a primeira revolta da minha vida. Ver meu pai sendo demitido depois de alegarem que "o luto atrapalhou seu rendimento". Sempre tive raiva do meu pai pela maneira que ele tratava nossa família, mas nesse dia eu só senti desespero.

Foi quando meus avós começaram a falar sem parar sobre Evergreen Harbor, uma cidade estrangeira. "Vocês precisam conhecer. Lá o povo sorri, lá existe sol, calor humano. Os meninos, Uriel. Os meninos seriam tão felizes lá!" - Acho que isso foi fazendo casa na cabeça do meu pai, senão eu não estaria aqui contando isso da nossa casa em Conifer. Nunca imaginei que um dia me sentiria mais daqui do que dublinense.

Chegamos em Evergreen Harbor no início de 1998. Tudo parecia novo e mágico; até a periferia da cidade parecia mais viva e colorida que os grandes centros de Dublin. Ainda era frio, mas não como lá. Lá era estupidamente gelado, e isso gelava o coração de todos. Éramos todos endurecidos por dentro.

Em Conifer conheci o Levy, que era meu vizinho e ia pra escola junto comigo. Ele já não batia muito bem da cabeça naquela época. Mas a melhor coisa que fiz junto com ele foi definitivamente aprender a cantar. Íamos juntos para o coral do bairro também, que era gratuito e a única coisa de "criança normal" que fazíamos juntos. Todo o resto era baseado em pura bagunça e traquinagem - desde sair tocando campainha dos outros no meio de um domingo até montar foguete caseiro pra jogar em quem a gente achasse chato lá do telhado do nosso prédio. Já achava ele bastante perturbado nessa época. Mas, também, com uma vida daquelas...

Aqui em Conifer meu pai também passou a trabalhar com entregas, mas foi um processo demorado até que isso se estabelecesse. Pelo menos dessa vez nós realmente tínhamos custos mínimos com a escola, já que eu ia para a escola do bairro e Carl tinha bolsa de estudos em uma escola bilíngue. Eu aprendi o idioma daqui muito rapidamente. Já meu irmão... Se bobear até hoje tem dificuldade até com o inglês. Deve ser essa a sina de ser pobre e dublinense - você fica restrito somente a sua língua materna.

Lembro que meus colegas de sala e meus vizinhos achavam bastante impressionante o fato de eu ser europeu mas não ser rico. De certa forma, isso me afastava um pouco da escola, já que eu me sentia tão desajustado quanto me sinto agora. Eu era o menino "gringo", né. Isso perdurou até a 5a série, quando troquei de escola e quando conheci o Daniel e a Gabi.

O Daniel é um cara bastante excêntrico e popular (de um jeito caótico) na escola. Muito dessa fama vinha de ele ser só muito sem noção. Não sei como ele sempre sentia tanto sono a ponto de até dormir numa prova de matemática - e era recuperação. Além do sono, ele só tinha ideia de doido e falava de bandas de rock o dia inteiro. Lembro que a Gabi zoava ele infinitamente com isso e chamava ele de "doido do punk". E de fato eu nunca conheci alguém tão fissurado em Nirvana, Pearl Jam e Soundgarden quanto ele. No 7º ano ele já começou a usar aquele visual de camisa xadrez, all star e lápis preto no olho. Sem contar o cabelo todo desalinhado.

Lembro até hoje quando o Daniel ganhou a primeira guitarra dele. Nunca fez uma única aula - tudo que ele aprendeu a tocar foi por revista de cifra e acorde. Toda a parte rítmica ele tirava de ouvido. Eu, que tive auxílio educacional a vida toda pra aprender música, ainda acho isso surreal.

A Gabi era filha de uma professora da nossa escola, mas que não dava aula pra nossa faixa etária (ela dava aula para crianças). Isso dava um brilho todo diferente pra ela, como se ela fosse mais "intelectual" que a gente. Como se o tipo de conteúdo que ela consumisse fosse mais "bacana", sabe? Aquela coisa de ser criança bacana, de bairro bacana. Além de bacaninha, ela também adorava desenhar - fez um curso muito chique de pintura na Galeria Casbah, perto da casa dela - e ouvia música tanto quanto o Daniel, mas com uma empolgação diferente; e, também, ela ouvia umas músicas mais atuais. Essa energia de 1995 realmente só emana forte assim do Daniel.

Ela morava em um apartamento todo reformado no Quarteirão das Artes em San Myshuno, que mesmo sendo pequeno tinha um toque clássico de chão de madeira e parede com capitel e rodapé. Enquanto isso, eu morava em um apartamento colado com o do Levy, e o Daniel numa casa um pouco maior, mas também de subúrbio, lá em Copperdale.

Tive uma pré-adolescência absolutamente normal, e espero que isso se mantenha assim agora que estou chegando no Ensino Médio. Mas já não há como ter certeza - chegou uma nova filha de imigrante na nossa turma que já levou bronca por burlar as regras de etiqueta do uniforme escolar. Parece ser japonesa. Deve morar em Komorebi, suponho. Gabi e Daniel ficaram empolgadíssimos com ela, como se ela tivesse vindo de outro planeta - mesmo ela explicando que já nasceu em Komorebi, e que tudo de japonês que ela tem é só genético. Tenho minhas dúvidas, no entanto; se eu pegasse uma foto de uma daquelas garotas góticas de Harajuko e colocasse a colega nova do lado, eu diria que era a mesma pessoa nas duas fotos. Mas, quem sou eu pra dizer alguma coisa, né.

Só espero sair logo desse lugar de desconforto, enquanto vejo o mundo todo ao meu redor se sentindo bem.

#sims 4 fanfiction #brazilian fanfiction

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blossom-and-others · 3 years

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"Uriel.”

Involuntarily, Uriel’s body stiffened at the sound of his name. Michael stood in the doorway, staring in at Uriel where he lounged in his favorite armchair.

“Michael.”

Apparently Michael took this as an invitation to enter the room. He was coming from outside; he’s probably just finished doing something despicable, Uriel thought bitterly. Michael flopped unceremoniously into the chair across from him.

“I’ve had quite the day,” Michael chuckled, evidently trying to make conversation. For some reason.

Uriel thought of spitting at him about how he didn’t care, but thought better of it. Instead, he rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

“Do you remember the Ze family that was such a mystery?”

Uriel’s head snapped up. “Of course.”

“All four kids and two parents presumed dead in a fire. Well, later investigation, if you didn’t hear, revealed a few years ago that the father’s brother had been somehow maliciously involved.”

“I think I heard that somewhere,” Uriel said, fighting to keep his voice neutral. “Why do you care?”

“Well, that’s the thing.” Michael leaned his chair, a dining chair someone had pulled from the dining hall, back on two legs and stared at the ceiling. “We all had that meeting a few years ago.”

“Sure.”

“’Oh the Ze kids are back! Three of the four of them!’” he continued, raising his voice slightly. “’How did they survive? What will they do now?’”

“Nothing really, it seems,” Uriel provided.

“Exactly! The whole thing, all that we got in such a tizzy about, it was nothing. They just kept to themselves.”

“Right. So what’s the problem now?”

“Only that someone’s gone and done it again!” Michael finished, throwing his arms dramatically into the air.

“Wh-”

“I found out today that the whole mansion they lived in has been burned to the ground. As it looks now, they’ve all died except the youngest one, Zelenka or something.”

“Zeleikha,” Uriel responded tersely. It was all he could say. He was in shock. How could this have happened? It shouldn’t have been able to happen. And why did it have to be Michael delivering the news with an air of irritation?

“So anyway now we’re dragged into it because apparently we have some sort of obligation to protect lightsomes or something. It’s all a lot of rubbish and more trouble than it’s worth, but the Council’s been on my back all day.”

Senses slowly returning, Uriel rose from his chair. “This happened today?”

“Last night, yeah. I guess it was Satan Fairfax’s troops, but whether we have any ability to press charges is tbd, it seems.”

“I’m gonna go check it out,” Uriel said, aware, even as he said it, that it was a bad idea. Michael nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes go. Maybe then Lin and Helios and Vee and whoever else on that stupid Council will start badgering you instead. The whole mansion’s been crawling with those pencil pushers all day.”

Uriel was out the door before Michael had even finished his sentence. In a burst of adrelaline, he sprinted across the sprawling lawn and lept off the edge.

For a moment, he allowed himself to fall. Then he opened his wings, caught an updraft, and began to soar.

#oc tober 2020 #day thirty: flight #boa snippet #boa uriel #also like he's literally the same person but #boa laoghaire #only tagging laoghaire because like in this one uriel is like haha tbt to when i had a family ahahaha #like obviously the archs are a family but they're just lil fucked up #boa michael #so like #probably much needed explanation is that the archangels aren't biologically related #they're just powerful angels that were drafted into the program when they were really little kids because they were orphans and #if they weren't in the program they'd probably die and their potential would be wasted #uriel was the last and oldest to join at age 11 #and he was a lightsome not an angel but that's a secret #also a secret is that he was laoghaire ze and he joined after getting zellie ro to safety and then going to the two people who were in #charge of the archangels (both of whom are now missing)#jeremial and azrael #and convinced them to let him join because he's powerful and they needed another person but the program had stopped #in exchange for archangel protection for his family (ie the other ze siblings)#there's an animatic immediately after this ends #like when he gets to the burned down mansion #it's big sad #also s/out to zellie for burning down her own house the first time but actually NOT being responsible for the fire the second time #that's character growth #honestly she probably would've been involved but she deadass wasn't there #she and ailine took asuna and said ''yeah fuck that shit''#and went to the dark kingdom #absolute legs

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pengychan · 4 years

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[Good Omens] Winging It - Luke 24:38

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: Getting relationship advice is kind of hard when you have to omit that the relationship in question is with a Prince of Hell.

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“... And so, this friend of yours ghosted you?”

“Yes. I don’t think I did anything wrong - they were about to fall on their face and so I caught them, what else was I meant to do? I just tried to help, for Heaven’s sake!”

“Right.”

“It’s been a week and they haven’t showed up again. I don’t understand. They usually appear at my place every other day - or night - usually night--”

“Oh, you gave them the keys to your flat? Sounds serious, then.”

“What? No, they don’t need the ke-- I mean-- yes. Right.” Gabriel cleared this throat, still pacing back and forth, reminding himself that mortals would find it quite odd that this friend of his could, quite literally, appear in his bedroom in a burst of flames that would probably set off the fire alarm sooner or later.

If Beelzebub was ever going to appear again in a burst of flames or otherwise, of course. They may never do so again. And the notion grated him. “They… do have the keys,” he muttered. The problem with his human friends was that there was a lot he couldn’t tell them, but the notion of talking about this with the other archangels… well. It was awkward to put it mildly. “But the point is, they’re not showing up anymore and I think I am owed an explanation, don’t you think?”

“Hu-uh,” Fabrizio said through his mouthful of sandwich.

Gabriel turned on his heel, starting another round across the break room just as Łukasz spoke.

“All right, I have to ask - is grabbing them before they fell really all you did?” he asked, causing Gabriel to blink, looking up.

“What?”

“I don’t know, maybe your hand slipped, and it was. You know, inappropriate?”

Hey, get a room!, the boy had yelled, right before the wheels of his bike mysteriously caught fire and sent him crashing into the pond. Gabriel hadn’t paid it much attention, but it made it back to his mind now and he’d spent too much time on Earth not to have grasped what it meant, however dim his concept of carnal desire was - a thing he knew existed, but which had never been of his concern. It still was none of his concern.

Right?

“What-- no!” Gabriel sputtered, face suddenly aflame. “If you’re suggesting I’d do anything inappropriate, I never--!”

“Whoa, all right, calm down! I told you, as an accident!” Łukasz held up his hands. “Are you really sure there isn’t anything else that happened? Because storming off for being caught before falling is kind of… well…”

“An overreaction,” Fabrizio said, once again through a mouthful of his lunch. Łukasz raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, that. Bit rich coming from you, though. You announced I’m going to Hell for putting cream in carbonara, you dramatic ass.”

“He is right, actually, and you should stop,” Gabriel informed him, matter-of-factly, causing Łukasz to throw his hands in the air with an exasperated noise and Fabrizio to laugh hard enough he almost choked on a sundried tomato.

“You’re the worst and I wish Daniel were still here to agree with me,” Łukasz lamented. “Look, are you sure nothing else happened?”

“Well…” Gabriel stopped pacing, hesitating a moment. “... We did have a disagreement, I suppose. Over, uh. An old job.”

“What, you were colleagues?”

“A very long time ago. We were both very different people then. They were fired long before I was, and at the time I agreed with--” divine judgment “--the management.”

A scoff from Fabrizio. “And they fired you anyway. Typical. I have yet to work a job where the management knows the first thing about what they’re doing.”

“It’s… complicated. It’s more that they handed in their notice, only the terms they got were not favorable. But the management they’re under now is arguably worse.” A pause. “I pointed that out. They didn’t like that.”

This insult will not stand! You take it back right now!

“See? Maybe that was it, not just grabbing them.”

Unhand me right now!

“... They didn’t like me catching them, either.”

“What did they want you to do, let them fall?”

Why not? I did before.

The thought was a sudden stab of pain somewhere in his chest, and Gabriel chased away the thought. No, he hadn’t let them fall - he had tried to reach out. Both had tried to reach out for the other, neither had taken the other’s hand, and what had happened next was entirely out of Gabriel’s hands. In the end, he sighed.

“I don’t know,” Gabriel muttered, just as the timer on his watch went off. Ah, there it was, the end of lunch break. As Fabrizio seemingly unhinged his jaw like a boa to swallow the rest of his frankly oversized sandwich, in a move Crowley would be proud to witness, Łukasz shrugged.

“Have you tried calling them?”

“Calling?”

“Or sending a message. You’ve got their number, no?”

He did, as a matter of fact, although he saw little point to it when he could quite literally call their name to see them materializing before him. That was an option, but at the same time it grated his nerves - the idea of calling out for them while they didn’t bother to get in touch at all. He frowned. “I am not desperate yet.”

“Yet?” Łukasz repeated innocently, causing Gabriel’s frown to deepen and Fabrizio to guwaff.

“Hah! Look, I tried to do the aloof thing with my girlfriend too, and you know how it went? I don’t have a girlfriend. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.”

“What…?” Gabriel blinked, taken aback, and stated at him like he’d just grown antlers. Wait, what was he thinking? “This is not-- they are not even remotely my girlfriend, it’s not like that--”

“Ah, right, sorry. Significant other, in this case,” he cut him off, entirely misunderstanding what Gabriel’s correction had been really about. “Anyway, call them.”

“No, they’re not my significant anything-- we-- it was them to storm off, I have no obligation--”

“Guys! Lunch break is over! Get your asses over here so I can have mine!”

Fabrizio shrugged, patting his shoulder. “All right, you do you. Just don’t complain once you’re single,” he said, and walked out, leaving Gabriel to stare at his retreating back, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

“... You all right?” Łukasz’s voice came from very far away. Gabriel recoiled, and shook his head.

“Yes. I’m fine,” he muttered, and walked past him, doing his utmost to push that nonsense in the back of his mind and think no more of it.

He had about as much success as he’d had trying to talk the Antichrist into bringing forth the end of times.

***

For the eighteen-hundred and thirty-second time, the mug shattered in a hundred pieces on the stone floor. For the eighteen-hundred and thirty-second time the pieces came together again, leaving the mug unscathed. For the eighteen-hundred and thirty-second time Beelzebub, Prince of Hell and Lord of the Flies, picked it up and stared at it as though expecting to see some kind of great secret revealed on its surface.

On the side of the mug, the Titanic remained still, halfway into the water. After a few moments of silence, the mug was thrown on the floor to shatter for the eighteen-hundred and thirty-third time. For the eighteen-hundred and thirty-third time, it came back together and Beelzebub picked it up to stare some more at the ship printed on it.

At this point, Dagon had questions.

Questions were among the things that had landed them in not-really-metaphorical hot water a very long time ago, and truth be told they were not the safest thing to ask in Hell, either. She was, however, trusted enough by Lord Beelzebub to speak her mind. Most of her mind. Most of the time. “Is something the matter, Lord Beelzebub?”

The Lord of the Flies took their eyes off the mug to give her a look which let her know, in no uncertain terms, that they found the question amazingly stupid for how obvious it was that something was indeed the matter. She was not ordered to be silent, at any rate, which made her bold enough to speak again. “I couldn’t help but notice you seem displeased.”

“Mph,” was the reply as the mug was thrown to crash on the floor for the eighteen-hundred and thirty-fourth time. “This stupid mug displeases me. The imbecile who gave it to me like it would be even remotely enough to win my favor displeases me.” The mug in question came back together for the eighteen-hundred and thirty-fourth time.

Maybe Dagon should just stop counting.

“I assume you’re referring to your attempt at getting a hold of the soul of the former archangel? Surely it is a good sign that he has given you a, uh… mug. As a… token of his loyalty?” she faltered a little, not really knowing what else that mug was supposed to be. If Beelzebub’s snort as they picked up the mug once more was anything to go by, ‘token of loyalty’ was not it.

“This pathetic thing is no token and there is no loyalty involved. It is a gift of sorts.”

Dagon blinked. “A gift?”

“Yes. And the imbecile probably even scored a good deed in getting it for me, to add insult to injury.” The Prince of Hell’s scowl deepened, and the mug crashed on the floor for the… upteenth time.

“... So it is some kind of plan from his part to thwart you?”

“The idiot cannot plan to save his miserable mortal life,” Beelzebub snapped, glaring down at the mug as it fixed itself once more. “He only ever followed one plan his entire existence, someone else’s. Now he has none - all he can do is spew out the most obnoxious nonsense!”

“I understand,” Dagon said, not understanding at all. She just watched as Beelzebub slammed the mug on the table beside their throne, this time without shattering it but still glaring death at it all the while. Finally, they stood.

“I will have his soul. It is a matter of principle.”

“Of course.”

“He spent his existence serving someone who threw him out at the first failure - who does he think he is, to just start lecturing--” they trailed off with a scoff, waving a hand. “Neither of us could bring about the Apocalypse, neither of us could punish the traitor, but I am Prince of Hell still. My loyalty was recognized - and where has his loyalty landed him?”

“In Soho,” said Dagon, who was not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it came to figures of speech. Not that Beelzebub minded the rather literal nature of their reply.

“Exactly! Some thanks he got for his eons of work, doing everything by the book - and now he thinks he can question Satan, of all beings!”

The notion of questioning Satan was unthinkable enough to make Dagon visibly shudder, clasping her hands behind her back. “If you win-- I mean, when you win his soul, he’d better learn his place quckly, or he will not last as a demon.”

“Of course he wouldn’t last! He thinks it was bad being cast out! Hah! There is no being cast out of Hell. Questioning Satan means destruction for any of us, and--” they trailed off, suddenly, and to Dagon’s confusion their expression went from frustration to astonishment, like something mind-blowing had just occurred to them. It wasn’t often they were so fazed and Dagon might have asked, if not for the fact the Lord of the Flies’ features twisted into fury once again the next moment.

“He’ll learn better, or face the consequences,” they buzzed furiously. “You’re dismissed.”

“Huh. My Lord, I am here concerning the filing system upgrade you reque--”

“GET OUT!” Beelzebub’s shout was underlined by a burst of flames and furiously buzzing flies, which told Dagon in no uncertain terms that was the right moment to take her leave.

Questioning Satan was unthinkable, but questioning Beelzebub was not a very bright idea either.

***

“I certainly hope I have not taken you from important duties by calling you here - duties which I’d rather know as little about as possible,” Gabriel said. He managed a smile, passing the mug from one hand to the other. “You must have been busy. I must say, I have been busy myself. Time flew by. I just now realized we haven’t met in a couple of weeks.”

A pause.

“... Not that I was actively thinking of it, of course, but I just happened to pass by a store, and they had this mug on display. Since you seem to like mugs, I figured it would be right up your alley. I understand if not, I purchased it just in case - I could use a new mug myself, I could keep it. That was the idea, actually. That you might like it was more of an afterthought, but either wa-”

“Sir.” Gabriel’s little speech to the wall was cut off, and he turned to see a rather exhausted-looking clerk staring at him, and then down at the mug in his hands.

“It’s closing time. Do you want to purchase either of those?” he asked. Witnessing a client talking to the wall for several minutes while holding mugs didn’t really seem to faze him.

Closing time already? He must have been standing there longer than he thought. About an hour longer than he thought. “Ah,” Gabriel said, and looked down at the mugs he’d picked up. One read ‘Boss From Hell’ printed in back letters and surrounded by flames, while the other read ‘Tears Of My Employees’. He tried to make himself pick one in the following five seconds, failed, and sighed.

“I’ll buy both.”

“We have a discount, that would be ten pounds. Twelve if you buy a third.”

“Oh. In that case…” Gabriel turned and grabbed what had been his third choice, ‘Bitter As Hell’. “I’ll take this one as well.”

It didn’t occur to him that trying to claim he had just so happened to buy three mugs Beelzebub might like, entirely incidentally, might not be an easy lie to sell.

***

“Why rebel to the absolute authority of God to pass absolute the absolute authority of Satan,” he’d said.

“It was God’s Great Plan you were fulfilling,” he’d said.

“I didn’t mean to grab you,” he’s said.

There was absolutely not one aspect of their last conversation that did not make Beelzebub want to burn down a planet or two or twenty before returning to Earth to choke him with the very mug he had foolishly gifted them. First of all because he deserved it and, secondly, because he had a point and it was the single most infuriating thing Beelzebub had to admit to themselves in the past several millennia.

There had been a similar conversation before, hadn’t there? Only that the roles were reversed, then.

“We do all the work, no? God has done nothing but give orders in eons,” Ba’al had said, a very long time ago.

The ruler keeping away, not really talking to anyone, giving instructions that are not always exactly clear or giving none.

“Don’t you dare say such a thing! None of us is above--”

This insult will not stand!

Overall that seed of extremely uncomfortable doubt was the most worrying thing, and therefore Beelzebub made what seemed the most logical move: ignored it entirely hoping it’d die off like an unwatered plant, and focused on the other infuriating thing about their latest exchange.

He’d picked them up. He had dared pick them up, just like that, presuming he was allowed to touch them - that was the infuriating part. The worrying part, though not as worrying as an attempt at questioning the very foundation of their existence, was that outrage hadn’t arrived immediately after the surprise faded. Something else had, which Ba’al may have felt once but not Beelzebub, not ever, not since the Fall that forged them into what they were now.

They’d ordered Gabriel to unhand him without knowing exactly what they would have done if he had not, and try as they might there was no denying a pang of something that felt suspiciously like disappointment when he had, indeed, unhanded them. And that stupid look on his face...

Hey, get a room!

Ridiculous suggestion, ridiculous idea. They were not even human, and were not among the demons who ever held any interest in carnal matters. Gabriel may be human now, but surely neither would he. And if he did-- no. No, it was ludicrous.

Everything about this is ludicrous. I should have burned that mortal to a crisp. Should have burned Gabriel to a crisp when I found him, let his soul go wherever, and forgotten about it.

But they hadn’t and now they were stuck, because getting his soul was a matter of pride and they really should go back on Earth to make sure he wasn’t behaving too well and earning himself access to Heaven. If he did, and returned there as a mortal soul in the lower spheres after death, it would mean defeat… and never seeing him again, because mortal souls couldn’t leave Heaven any more than demons could enter it.

Either I win his soul, or the end of his laughable lifespan will be the last I see of him. And I am losing that fight.

“Well, good riddance,” Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies and Prince of Hell, told the empty room. Empty words. Empty lie.

And keeping up willful ignorance was getting difficult, more and more unwise by the day.

***

“Uh, angel?”

“Yes?”

“Since when you have pornography books?”

“Oh, a good while now,” Aziraphale replied, as casually as he might have informed him that it was mildly breezy outside. “They’re all first editions.”

“Ah.” Crowley cleared his throat, skimming through it. It was illustrated, showing men in various interesting as well as rather indelicate positions. Some of which had to be bullshit, because there was no way a human being’s skeletal structure may allow for such flexibility. “Not very holy, I have to say,” he said, choosing not to comment on the fact it was right next to a first edition of the King James Bible.

“They’re collectibles. I acquired that one in a discreet gentlemen’s club, one of the patrons - a grandson of Queen Victoria, I believe - was selling it.”

“A discreet gentlemen’s club.”

"Yes, in the 1880s. The Hundred Guineas Club.”

“The-- wait, that club? In Portland Place?”

“Yes, you heard of it?”

He had and, considering it was the most exclusive gay club in London at the time, so had plenty others. His eyebrows went up almost to his hairline. Surely he had not… no, not Aziraphale, he couldn’t imagine it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. “... I heard it mentioned once or twice.”

“It was a nice place, I was quite put off when they shut down. I learned to dance the gavotte there."

“The gavotte.”

“You know, the dance?”

“You went to the Hundred Guineas Club and learned the gavotte.”

Still focused on the books he was cataloguing - apparently, moving books from one bookcase to the other was… more complicated than just grabbing them and moving into another bookcase - Aziraphale shrugged. “Well, it was more convenient than going all the way to France,” he said, like he had not taken a trip to France in the midst of the Revolution, dressed as a nobleman, to eat some crêpes.

“... Fair,” Crowley muttered, putting the book down and stepping closer to the shelves. In the end, they had elected to only move some of Aziraphale’s most prized books in the cottage and leave the rest in the bookstore. After all, with a door now miraculously connecting them, it would be a simple matter of stepping through it. “How’d Gabriel even know you had this sort of book?”

“Oh, I don’t think he did. I have no idea what that was all about, in all honesty. It did cause some awkwardness when a customer present returned asking to see the books I have in the back of the store. I had to turn him down - they’re not for sale,” he added, stepping back from the bookcase to admire how the books looked in it. He seemed satisfied.

“Heh. If Gabriel shows up again asking for pornography, you should show him this.”

“That would be most inappropriate,” Aziraphale replied, somehow managing a tone that said he disapproved as well as a look that hinted he was at least amused by the notion. “Which he is now aware of, thank God, so unless he loses his mind he is unlikely to come to me asking for pornography,” he added, and both of them forgot something rather important he should have learned long ago.

Unlikely was not impossible.

***

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“What-- there is no meaning. It’s just mugs.”

“You summoned me to show me mugs? Are you mocking me?”

“No! I just bought these for myself, and I figured you might… er…” Gabriel paused, unsure. It finally occurred to him that the claim was… a little less than believable, and he may be better off telling the Prince of Hell something a bit closer to the actual truth. “I bought them as… apology.”

Beelzebub turned to look at him, clearly taken aback for a moment before they narrowed their eyes. “And pray tell, what are you apologizing for?”

Gabriel shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a little taken aback by the question. “For-- grabbing you?”

“... Yes, I suppose I am owed an apology for that too.”

Ah. Right. “If it’s about what I said about you letting Satan have absolute power after rebelling against absolute power--”

“Yes. Apologize.”

Gabriel frowned a little. “You know I have a point.”

“You do not.”

“You wouldn’t be so cross about it if you didn’t know that I do,” Gabriel remarked.

Beelzebub’s expression soured, but they didn’t try to argue that point. Instead, they turned to look at the mugs. “An appropriate payment for your insolence would be your soul, but for now, these will do just as well.”

As much as the statement should have relieved him, something about it rubbed him the wrong way. “Wait, is that what my soul is worth? Twelve pounds?”

“I said for now, mortal.”

“Oh. I mean, good. I was starting to feel insulted,” Gabriel managed to joke, smiling. Beelzebub raised an eyebrow at him.

“Also, while I am not an expert in human etiquette when it comes to… gifts, I am fairly sure you are not supposed to disclose the price paid for it to the recipient.

Gabriel’s smile went out like a burned-out lightbulb. “Ah. Fuck,” was the brilliant reply. For the briefest moment, the corners of Beelzebub’s lips seemed to quirk upwards before their gaze turned inquisitive. Which was… probably not a good sign.

“You are a mortal now.”

“... I am aware?”

“And a great many mortals have desires. The carnal sort.”

Gabriel opened his mouth, sputtered, and felt his face catch fire.

Hey, get a room!

“Yes, I-- I suppose-- they do,” he muttered. It had been simply a fact he had been vaguely aware of for a long time, of absolutely no relevance to him. He still was of no relevance to him, or so he had thought until very, very recently.

When the Prince of Hell had suddenly been in his arms, the weight and warmth of them, the closeness, the grip on his shirt right over a fast-beating heart he couldn’t entirely blame on jogging. How right it had felt. How reluctant he was to let go.

Beelzebub stared, expression unreadable; only the clearing of their throat revealed the barest trace of discomfort. “Well. Do you?” they asked, their gaze resting on just about everything in the room except Gabriel, who was beginning to wish God would smite him where he stood.

“No, I--” he paused, trying with very little success to recollect his thoughts. Not that he’d precisely had carnal desires - or at least he didn’t think he did - he knew very little of what those would entail. It was not something he’d looked into. Perhaps he should seek advice. “I don’t… think I do?”

Beelzebub turned away, too quick for Gabriel to gauge their expression, and grabbed the mugs. “I see,” they said, their voice entirely flat. “Well then. Your boon and apology are accepted.”

“Ah. Good.” Gabriel cleared his throat, trying to recover some semblance of control. “Well, if you are not busy this evening, I was wondering if you’d--”

There was a burst of flames, louder and taller than usual, followed by the wail of the fire alarm that had, at long last, detected the presence of hellfire. Gabriel ignored it, just staring in silence at the spot where Beelzebub had stood only a moment earlier, feeling a lot like he had just failed a test he did not understand.

***

"And He said to them, 'Why are you troubled? And why do doubts arise in your hearts?'" -- Luke 24:38

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cluestories · 3 years

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O VENTO FRIO cortava seu rosto, mas enquanto a maioria dos outros alunos atravessavam o pátio principal da faculdade correndo em busca algum lugar mais quente, Uriel o fazia tranquilamente enquanto assobiava alguma canção boba qualquer. Depois de três meses fora em um mini intercâmbio e sendo duas semanas dele dentro do período letivo, o garoto estava mais que animado por simplesmente voltar. E dentre tantos lugares que precisava ir com o seu retorno, seus pés o levaram para o seu favorito: o velho prédio histórico onde seu grupo de extensão para o museu itinerante que ele já era o líder do projeto há mais de um ano, muito obrigado. Sim, havia orgulho ali e somando isso a animação que era natural do garoto, claro que Uriel adentrou o espaço de forma a qualquer um naquele raio de distância ser capaz de ouvir, com ele abrindo a porta rapidamente e jogando os braços para o ar.

“ — Guess who came back, my loves?” Cantarolou, chutando a porta atrás de si para fecha-la e cortar o frio, abrindo seu sorriso enquanto passava a retirar seu cachecol e ouvir o rebuliço de seus colegas o dando as boas vindas. Através de suas lentes, dos abraços e cumprimentos, viu algumas pessoas diferentes e... aquilo ali era uma mesa nova? E, o que era aquela placa sobre departamento de arquitetura? “ — Ah não, que isso, estamos em star wars? O império contra ataca?” Choramingou, já com olhos culpados para os demais membros da equipe, sabendo bem que os bonitos haviam lhe escondido que algo havia acontecido enquanto ele esteve fora, afinal, há anos que o departamento de Arquitetura está de olho no prédio 7 da faculdade, traduzindo, o prédio onde estavam e que era histórico e sempre pertenceu ao departamento de história, mas agora o departamento de arquitetura queria porque queria para poderem ampliar o próprio departamento. Os malditos filhos da-.

muse : uriel. with : cloud ( @starlightxmuses )

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qfantasydragon · 5 years

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That Blessed Arrangment

Fair warning, this one is a bit long and a continuation of another post you can find here. I’ve also just gotten an AO3 account and have posted everything have so far (x).

Part Three

A quick miracle slipped the certificate past the clerk who otherwise might've objected to a witness signature that read "I am." Crowley tried to argue Aziraphale into keeping it and hanging it on a wall, but the angel was firm that the whole business be done properly.

"I, for one, do not want to run the risk that the whole thing fails to work because we didn't do one last step."

Crowley hissed but satisfied himself with a copy. More than once Aziraphale walked in on him holding it, staring at the signatures. The angel was never sure if it was God's or theirs that he was focusing on, but decided to leave the demon to his thoughts.

Miraculously, (Aziraphale protested that he had nothing to do with it. Crowley may have, but refused to admit to anything) both sides seemed to have missed that they had gotten married. Or at least, neither one was saying anything about it.

Crowley took hanging around the bookshop, Bentley parked haphazardly in the front. (The fact that it never received a ticket was, in fact, a demonic miracle, but neither of them thought much of it.) Plants began to take up residence in the windows and corners. The grad students who wandered in and out began to carry with them stories of a giant snake curled up in sunny spots, slithering along bookshelves, and more and more frequently, draped around the owner like a feather boa. The most famous of these stories was one in which two students were holding a conversation with the strange white-haired owner and the snake began to slide off the top of one of the shelves. Right on to the owner's shoulders. Who merely adjusted his stance to take the weight and kept talking.

Both swear they have no idea what was actually said as they watched in wide-eyed horror as the snake lazily coiled around his shoulders and gave the students an unblinking look with golden eyes before, for all intents and purposes, appearing to go to sleep. (Allegations that one of the students was attempting to flirt the owner out of a book have been furiously denied.)

Aziraphale and Crowley began to make plans to add another two floors to the store—the first would be a proper living space, with a bedroom, kitchen, and all the other rooms the average human had. The second would be a soundproofed greenhouse for Crowley to grow his plants in.

They both still caught glimpses of angels and demons out of the corner of their eyes, but as months passed and nothing happened, they both slowly relaxed. This was their normal now; easy going conversations, the gentle bickering that was a habit after six millennia, and a million new discoveries about each other now that they no longer had to pretend to be enemies. A beautiful normal.

Right up until it wasn't, of course.

The trouble started innocently enough. Anathema came by to chat and peruse the books, convincing Aziraphale to sell her one on the grounds that he had run off with The Prophecies of Agnes Nutter and returned it...toasted. As she was paying, she mentioned this nice little bakery Newt had taken her to for a date.

Apparently, it had amazing crepes.

Aziraphale barely had to turn to give Crowley his practically patented pleading look before the demon was asking if he'd like to go out tonight.

There wasn't a lot Crowley wouldn't do to make his angel smile like that. A drive of an hour to watch him eat was nothing.

So that evening they went out and got crepes, Aziraphale only slightly too dignified to bounce around excitedly as the server brought out plate after plate of thin pastries.

"Might as well make an evening of it," Crowly pointed out, so they spent the rest of the night cheerfully sampling the quality of alcohol the nearby restaurants and pubs had to offer. As the night wore down they washed up in a club where a group of drunk teens spotted their rings and cornered them into going on the floor for the couples dance, ignoring Aziraphale's protests of two left feet.

The place was slowly emptying as people trickled home, but the lights still flashed dimly and the music still played as Crowley and Aziraphale swayed gently on the floor, arms wrapped around each other. (If Anathema had been there at that moment, she would have seen two sets wings, one black, one white, wrapping around each other, shutting out the world.)

The song ended and they slowed to a stop.

"Ready to go home, my dear?" Aziraphale murmured to his husband. Crowley's arms tightened in a brief hug before releasing.

"Let's sober up first. Be silly to stop the apocalypse only to get discorporated in a crash."

Restaurants the next day wondered where the extra bottles of wine and brandy and whiskey had come from, but most of them shrugged and accepted it. A couple of the more enterprising employees decided that if the bottle were supposed to be gone, why, then it was their duty to make them gone.

It was with easy chatter about an exotic plant Crowley was considering, ah, acquiring, that they wandered back to the Bentley and worked their way down the deserted rural roads, the clock inching closer to dawn.

Something was on the road that had not been there a second earlier.

Crowley swerved wildly, sending the car into the ditch by the side of the road with the sound of cracking glass and screeching metal.

Firm hands dragged Crowley out and suddenly he was soaked with something made him tingle in a vague, unpleasant way. This what humans are talking about when they say pins and needles? he wondered blearily, ears ringing from the crash.

Aziraphale blinked and realized he was flat on his back on the road and—that was Michael staring down at him with a critical look on her face. He scrambled back and onto his feet in a rather undignified way.

"Michael! What are--"

"Holy water doesn't work. Even looking at it I still have trouble believing it." Aziraphale jerked his head around to see Sandalphon and Uriel gripping Crowley's arms as he staggered in place, disorientated. In front of him was Gabriel, sharply dressed as always, examining Crowley in the manner of a curious child studying an interesting bug.

"Aziraphale!" Gabriel glanced over at the angel with a grin that made him tense, "Didn't think we would leave you two alone forever did you?" His purple eyes caught on something, and he frowned. "What's that on your finger?"

"Looks like a wedding ring," Sandalphon provided, "Like humans get."

"I know that," Gabriel snapped, turning back, "But why--" he caught sight of Crowley's left hand.

"Well," Michael commented in the sudden silence, "I would like to say how unexpected, but it's really not."

"Do you really think," Gabriel snarled, "That the Almighty would recognize a union between a demon and an angel? How dare you profane matrimony like this!" Crowley laughed, sounding a little drunk.

"Oh, She recognized it mate. Her signature's on the paper and everything." He grinned wickedly at the archangel. "Believe me, I wasn't expecting it either."

"Gabriel," Aziraphale tried to cut in, Michael holding him back.

"That's it," the archangel bit out--

"I really don't think--"

"Holy water may not work--"

"Leave him--"

"So I guess we'll have to try other methods." Crowley's grin flickered and went out.

"Uhh. Today's not really a good day for me. Maybe next week?" Gabriel pulled a flaming sword into existence and Uriel and Sandalaphon took a step back to give him room to swing.

"First," he said tightly, "let's get rid of the body."

He swung.

There was a loud clang.

The world went perfectly, unbearably still.

To the east, the sky lightened.

It had been a long, long, time since two angelic swords crossed, but neither the earth nor the stars had ever forgotten. They were frozen, waiting to see what would happen.

Aziraphale stood in front of Crowley, his own sword blocking Gabriel's downswing, holding it effortlessly in midair. His head was bowed.

"Do you know," mused Aziraphale in a tone that Crowley didn't think he'd ever heard from the angel before, "That I gave my sword to Adam? The Adam from the Garden, I mean."

"What--" Gabriel started in an angry tone.

"He needed it, of course, just have been cast out and all, but that was only part of the reason," Aziraphale continued speaking in that soft, thoughtful voice that had everyone standing perfectly still. There was a pressure in the air, like a storm beginning to form.

"I hated the War you know. The first one. The demons had been our friends, our family, and yes they were arguing with Her, yes they were doubting. But are we not supposed to forgive? Are we not supposed to show mercy? Instead, there was blood and death and pain and then a third of us were simply gone, and the rest of us couldn't even remember their names. Their faces."

"Angelic swords," Aziraphale raised his head now, and his eyes were glowing and behind him wings were spreading and they had eyes of their own that were staring staring staring-- "Are made from the essence of the one who owns them. They are a part of our being. That part of me—that part of me that had fought, had led, had warred—I couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand the sight of it. So I took the first opportunity I had to give it away."

"Through all the centuries, through all the millennia, I couldn't have called it back to me if you asked. I didn't want it. After the first time, I never wanted to fight again." Aziraphale stepped closer to Gabriel and forced their swords higher.

There were six wings spread behind Aziraphale now, each feather with an eye that stared at one of the angels. The two set in his face where white and burning with fires that spilled over the edges like tears, but Aziraphale's face had never been so still. Around him reality was groaning as a shape, a form, an entity that was never meant to exist in this dimension churned around him.

There was a reason angel's first words were do not be afraid.

"I suppose I should congratulate you," Aziraphale breathed, "You've given me a reason to pick my sword back up. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to fight?" There was panic peeking around Gabriel's eyes, and it looked as though it was taking every inch of his power not to step back, to disengage, to run.

Dawn was breaking.

"Did you forget," Aziraphale breathed, "that I am the Principality of the Eastern Gate you fucking piece of shit?"

"I. Outrank. You."

Gabriel's own wings were out now, spread and fluffed out, a panic response as his arm trembled. At some point, their swords had switched positions so that he was blocking, trying desperately to keep Aziraphale's sword from slicing through him.

The shape that was never meant to exist in this plane of existence did the equivalent of baring its teeth and pretending it was a smile.

"Aziraphale," Crowley called from behind him. The Principality didn't turn around, but their attention shifted. Crowley's glasses had been damaged in the crash, and at some point they had fallen off. The demon was soaked, normally lively hair pressed flat against his head. Gently, he extended a hand, extended a piece of his own true nature, and pressed against his angel's back, where all the wings came out, in this dimension and in as many of the others as he could reach.

If Aziraphale was the heart of the sun rising in the east, Crowley was drifting nebulae in the emptiness of space, black holes singing the loss of all they had been.

"He's not worth it," he sighed to his spouse, "None of them are."

(Latef he would snort about it to himself. A demon counseling peace.)

Some of the tension went out of Aziraphale, and they refocused on Gabriel.

"And the Lord said to forgive seventy times seven," they told him quietly. "I have forgiven much of you Gabriel." Everyone's ears popped and suddenly it was just Aziraphale again. A little pudgy, a little short, a bookkeeper in London Soho.

But still he stared evenly at Gabriel and leaned in.

"If you ever try to interfere with us again, if you ever dare hurt him, I will rip your name from the Book of Truth myself and grind whatever remains of you after into dust. Do you understand?"

Gabriel nodded frantically, and Aziraphale disengaged with a slither of steel and a crackle-pop of fire.

Immediately Gabriel stumbled backward and there was a series of whoomphs as all the angels retreated back towards Heaven.

Aziraphale watched them go, face closed off. Crowley left him to his thoughts for a few minutes while he miracled the Bentley back onto the road and functional again. Then he meandered back, his sunrise shadow tangling with Aziraphale's.

"Ready to go home, angel?" Aziraphale blinked, long and slow and tired before nodding. Crowley gently guided him back into the car before clambering and driving off as the sun climbed into the sky.

They were silent the whole way back. A couple of times Crowley glanced worriedly over at Aziraphale who was staring quietly out the window. The sword was sheathed and leaning against his leg while he absent-mindedly traced designs on the pommel.

When they reached the bookshop Crowley parked with more care than usual. Aziraphale still seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, moving slowly to get out of the car and unlock the door. The angel stood in the center of the room and looked so unbearably lost, sword clutched in one hand.

"What are you thinking?" Crowley asked softly, tilting Aziraphale's head up so that their eyes met. He hadn't put on another pair of sunglasses yet.

"I don't...I don't know." The angel forced a hand through his hair. "I'm thinking that it was nice to stretch my wings. I'm thinking that I picked up my sword and it felt good in my hands. I'm thinking that I'm horrified by how much I wanted to hurt Gabriel. I'm thinking that I would do it all again, do everything I threatened in a heartbeat if it meant...if it meant keeping you safe. I'm thinking that that should worry me, but it doesn't." Aziraphale looked back up at Crowley, and he looked so helpless that Crowley reached out and hugged him hard, chin resting on the top of his angel's head.

"Don't be horrified angel. You defended us. All the other angels—they're meant to be soldiers. Meant to start fights and end them. Meant for war. You though—well you said it. You're the guardian of the eastern gate. You're meant to defend what's already there, to protect new beginnings and fresh starts. That's what we are, isn't it? A new beginning."

"Besides, did you see the look on that wanker's face? I'm going to treasure that memory for the next century at least."

Aziraphale choked out a laugh against Crowley's chest and the demon smiled as the last of the angel's tension melted away.

"Thank you, my dear," he smiled as he stepped back. "You think that will keep them away for good?" Crowley snorted.

"Well we proved your marriage idea worked—I'm officially immune to holy water, and I'd guess the same goes for you and hellfire. So they're not sure how to kill us, and I'm pretty sure you scared them enough that they're not going to keep trying."

"Yes, I suppose you're right." Aziraphale seemed to be regaining his normal good cheer, even if there were still bags under his eyes.

"C'mon angel. Let's get you some sleep."

"But the bookshop..."

"I'll run it for you." His angel didn't like selling books, Crowley knew, but he also understood that right now Aziraphale wanted the anchor of his faux humanity, wanted to worry about mundane things like who would take care of his shop while he was resting. The angel gave him a grateful smile.

"That is very much appreciated, dear." Aziraphale turned to go off into the back rooms where he kept a bed when Crowley stopped him.

"Oh and angel?" Aziraphale looked back. Crowley grinned, wicked and delighted, "'Fucking piece of shit?’ Didn't know you had it in you." The angel blushed and stuttered.

"Well it seemed appropriate at the time--" Crowley laughed, open and free as the city woke up around them and sunlight poured like a blessing through the windows.

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Parada aí, otária! Já conheceu TIMOTEO GARCIA FLORES? Veio de LOS ANGELES/CA para cursar ARTES PLÁSTICAS e faz parte da THETA OMEGA BETA. Com 24 ANOS, tem esse rostinho bonito constantemente confundido com MALUMA.

Há somente duas gerações atrás da família Flores, podia-se observar que suas raízes não vinham de qualquer bairro nobre ou situação economicamente confortável. Muito pelo contrário: Leon Flores, imigrante ilegal da Colômbia, esforçava-se para oferecer ao único filho, Uriel, uma vida decente. O ‘sonho americano’, como um dia lhe prometeram em seu país natal. O que não imaginava era que viveria seus dias na terra da liberdade desgastando-se em subempregos, trabalhando até não restar mais o mínimo de saúde física e mental, com medo constante de ser deportado. Ainda sim, lutou ao lado da esposa, Milla, para que Uriel pudesse experimentar de uma vida melhor, adquirindo educação para que eventualmente crescesse na vida. E assim o garoto o fez: honrou todos os esforços dos pais, formou-se na escola e no ensino superior, estabilizando-se em empregos promissores. Infelizmente a vida de trabalho duro os levara antes que pudessem presenciar a verdadeira mudança drástica na vida de Uriel, que tornava-se uma figura importante em um dos mais famosos estúdios de cinema de Los Angeles. A vida que o homem agora vivia era divergente de tudo que experimentara na infância: recheada de luxos, status e conforto. Talvez fosse mesmo bom que seus pais já não estivessem mais vivos para presenciar a mudança radical no caráter do herdeiro.

Já totalmente estabilizado não apenas em sua carreira mas também como celebridade de renome, envolveu-se com Angelique Garcia, uma das atrizes que trabalhara em sua companhia, e o casamento veio em questão de meses. Também pouco tempo depois houve o nascimento do primeiro filho: Timoteo — e as más línguas diziam que somente o fizeram para manter a boa publicidade da família perfeita e feliz. A infância do pequeno Teo não partilhava de nenhuma mísera semelhança em comparação a de seu pai. Se por um lado Uriel cresceu sem qualquer amparo financeiro, porém em um lar com uma base firme de amor e respeito; Timoteo nunca passara qualquer necessidade, porém tampouco tivera contato com carinho e cuidado.

Passando nas mãos de inúmeras babás, a proximidade com o pai era praticamente inexistente. A mãe era relativamente mais amorosa, mas também não parecia ter a paciência necessária para passar mais do que poucas horas por semana com o filho - normalmente esforçando-se apenas com a presença de câmeras. E assim foram os primeiros anos de vida do garoto, aprendendo a manter a farsa de família feliz para as câmeras e aproveitando a vida fácil que lhe era oferecida. Sua personalidade se moldava de acordo com os valores que aprendia; com as coisas que observava. No início da adolescência passou a se envolver em diversas situações problemáticas, sempre devidamente controladas pelo pai a fim de não arruinar a imagem dos Flores. A notícia de segunda gravidez de Angelique esquentou as páginas das revistas de fofocas, embora parecesse esfriar a situação já complicada dentro de casa. Nia foi recebida com a mesma indiferença que já experimentava por parte de seu pais, porém como um anjo pelo irmão mais velho. Talvez apenas quisesse evitar que nela desenvolvesse os mesmos traumas que o machucaram quando mais novo, mas decidiu que seria para a garotinha o que nunca tivera. Claro, não era o melhor dos exemplos - mas se esforçava. A única pessoa que tinha a sorte de ver o lado realmente bom de Timoteo era a irmã caçula, a pessoa mais importante em sua vida. Separar-se dela tantos anos depois para que pudesse ir à faculdade foi difícil, mas necessário. Não que Uriel de fato tivesse qualquer interesse no que o filho pretendia fazer, apenas não podia ter os tabloides espalhando por aí que havia criado um rapaz irresponsável que nada fazia além de festejar. Optando por cursar Artes Plásticas, Teo mudou-se para os arredores da USCS juntando-se à fraternidade Alpha Sigma Chi.

Irresponsável, mimado, inconsequente. Todas as palavras que girem em torno de significados similares poderia ser utilizado para descrever Timoteo Flores. A negligência dos pais fez com que nutrisse a ideia de que não precisava dar satisfações a ninguém sobre nada. Que poderia agir como bem entendesse, e assim o fazia. Se procura alguém para se divertir, então ele é definitivamente a melhor companhia. Também é criativo e talentoso, o que se vê através não somente de suas pinturas e desenhos, mas do trabalho como tatuador em um dos estúdios próximos do campus da faculdade. A mesada gorda garante a vida tranquila, à ponto que as tatuagens servem muito mais como um hobby do que um emprego propriamente dito - tal qual o outro bico que faz, conectando os estudantes com seus contatos sempre que alguém se interessa em uma diversão extra e ilícita. No fundo, tem uma grande dificuldade em confiar e se entregar a qualquer tipo de relacionamento, pois aprendera cedo demais que estaria sempre sozinho; eventualmente convenceu-se de que era o melhor. A única pessoa que tem o vislumbre do que é verdadeiramente bom no jovem é sua irmã, por quem daria a vida sem pensar duas vezes.

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🌙Anjos dos Signos

🔵 Signo de Áries: - Protegido por Anjo Samuel

Samuel está relacionado às lutas travadas ao longo da vida. Portador da coragem divina, e forte, impulsivo e generoso. Responde quase de imediato, trazendo energia e força de vontade àqueles que precisam.

Para se aproximar dele: reze para ele toda a vez que se sentir ansiosa. Para homenageá-lo, vista-se com alguma peça em vermelho.

🔵 Signo de Touro: - Protegido por Anjo Anael

Irradiando a essência da compaixão e da caridade, é Anael quem ajuda nas horas de necessidade, trazendo a cura por meio do amor e do perdão. Chefe dos cupidos, fortalece uniões e abre caminhos no campo afetivo.

Para se aproximar dele: esse anjo gosta da cor azul. Use algo nesse tom quando quiser entrar em sintonia com Anael. Para não afastá-lo, evite a teimosia.

🔵 Signo de Gêmeos: - Protegido por Anjo Rafael

Remediando os males da humanidade, Rafael é quem alivia a dor, cura e transformas as almas em desespero e depressão. Guardião da saúde do corpo, da alma e do espírito, promove o crescimento e a transformação, trazendo harmonia.

Para se aproximar dele: converse com ele sempre que sentir vontade de largar projetos pela metade. Para atrair as boas energias de Rafael, decore seu quarto com objetos na cor alaranjada.

🔵 Signo de Câncer: - Protegido por Anjo Gabriel

Guardião dos pensamentos, palavras e ações, Gabriel é a voz de Deus, e aquele que age prontamente quando nos sentimos confusos, magoados ou até mesmo agitados sem razão. Seu poder nos traz clareza mental, devolve a pureza e a sinceridade.

Para se aproximar dele: use roupas brancas. Para não afastá-lo, controle sua possessividade.

🔵 Signo de Leão: - Protegido por Anjo Gabriel

Para se aproximar dele: use roupas brancas. Para não afastá-lo, controle sua possessividade.

🔵Signo de Virgem: - Protegido por Anjo Rafael Considerado o médico divino, Rafael é o Príncipe das Virtudes e aquele que cura todos os males da humanidade e do planeta. Sua energia é transformadora, e preenche nossos corações com amor próprio, virtudes e criatividade.

Para se aproximar dele: carregue uma fitinha cor de rosa na bolsa ou na carteira para agradá-lo. Evite pensamentos negativos para não deixá-lo descontente.

🔵Signo de Libra: - Protegido por Anjo Anael Fortalecendo uniões, promovendo o perdão, a compreensão e o amor, Anael é o chefe dos cupidos e seu nome significa graça de Deus. Pode ser invocado como uma força contra o mal, quando este é causado pela ignorância e falta de amor. Para se aproximar dele: reze para ele toda a vez que se sentir indeciso(a). Quando precisar de proteção, use roupas e acessórios na cor azul.

🔵Signo de Escorpião: -Protegido por Anjo Azrael Significando "segredo de Deus" em hebraico, Azrael é o príncipe dos mistérios e a originalidade. É ele quem protege a humanidade com a finalidade de trazer prosperidade e positividade. Guardião da sabedoria e da criatividade, promove a paz e a bondade. Para se aproximar dele: deixe uma fitinha verde no seu quarto para atrair a atenção de Azrael. Controle seu ciúme para não afastá-lo.

🔵Signo de Sagitário: - Protegido por Anjo Saquiel Príncipe das Dominações, Saquiel é quem se oferece para aumentar a alegria dentro de nossos corações. A partir desse sentimento de plenitude, somos capazes de concretizar os maiores sonhos e obietivos. Saquiel também é aquele que traz abundância e força de vontade. Para se aproximar dele: use sempre peças na cor azul para atraí-lo. Para não desagradá-lo, controle seus impulsos e não magoe as pessoas com seu excesso de sinceridade.

🔵Signo de Capricórnio: -Protegido por Anjo Cassiel

Príncipe dos Tronos, Cassiel é o anjo que rege nosso destino, que purifica e transforma. Seu infinito amor e paciência nos ajuda a desapegar de limitações, do sofrimento e desgostos da vida terrena. Cassiel promove força para lutar honestamente pelos objetivos.

Para se aproximar dele: para atraí-lo, use uma peça na cor verde. Evite o excesso de ambição para não afastá-lo.

🔵Signo de Aquário: -Protegido por Anjo Uriel Do hebraico "fogo de Deus", Uriel é um anjo profético, trazendo aos humanos ideias transformadoras, capazes de realizar os mais diversos objetivos. É um anjo muito poderoso para emergências espirituais, promovendo segurança e alegria. Para se aproximar dele: adicione algo azul no seu visual. Reze para ele para pedir proteção nos obstáculos que precisa enfrentar.

🔵Signo de Peixes: -Protegido por Anjo Asariel Místico e intuitivo, Asariel governa as águas, os mares e os planos emocional e espiritual, promovendo compaixão, caridade e equilíbrio. É um anjo que traz verdades ocultas e faz grandes revelações, muitas vezes

transformadoras. Para se aproximar dele: decore seu quarto com objetos na cor branca. Reze para ele ajudar na superação de dificuldades. (Balthazar)

🌙Namawitch 🧙🏻‍♀️

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— [✿🖤Meus Estudos✿] - -❀ೃ .

○°•°♡Bom esse foi o meu blog espero que tenham gostado. Que os Deuses nos abençoe sempre!♡°•°○

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