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[unholycarrierpigeon]

Gabriel doesn’t appreciate my musical offerings. You know, I just don’t understand why.

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[sanguinesacrament]

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine . ( sanguis w / gabe )

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For a time Sanguis dwelt on the edge of sleep, lulled there by the sound of crickets chirping their song as ferried so generously into the dim room by the cool, crisp air. They laid, eyes closed--not quite plumbing the dark waters of sleep, but bobbing in the waves. As the constant song and breeze remained, so happily they remained in their place, feeling at any time they may dip into those gentle waters.

A shift in the bed and an accompanying creak plucked their nerves to alert. The encroaching warmth of another body, however, relented them again to the same inky tide. Sanguis smiled an unseen smile and shifted their weight.

"I was wondering when...Ooh, a little closer?" They rolled onto their side. An arm flopped over Gabriel. Sanguis wriggled closer, nudging him into the curve of their body--they spoke up, pleading in raspy, sleep-deprived earnest

"Closer, my love...?"

#HEEM HEEM #{the repentant};sanguis #ask #blxsscd x fxrsakcn

[handgiven]

" Why do you think Dad doesn’t wanna listen to me? To any of us? Was I the one who ran Him off? Is it my fault? Was being the Heart too much? " ( gabriel, looking very much the lost son during a moment of brief clarity -- heart-breakingly forlorn )

gabriel, forlorn and lost, does not look the part of an archangel to bring about the apocalypse. gabriel, upset and alone, invokes emmanuel's very own sense of loneliness that then transforms straightaway into the feeling of pity. of sympathy. of kinship. it breaks his heart that he knows that this too shan't last, and it breaks his heart all the more because he still wants to try. for all the hope he's lost, for all the abandonment that lay over the land like a curse, for all of that, the sight of a familiar face, the tint of regret in his eyes -- it is all he needs to be transported back to a simpler time. to a time where good and evil were nothing if not the subject of human choice, sacred and untouchable. the time where family meant unquestionable devotion, at least to emmanuel, in spite of everything.

a hand, unsteady but determined, reaches forth to squeeze gently at his brother's shoulder. "i don't think there's much point asking anything, now. nobody knows." a sigh, a pause. "we only have each other... and for the most part, we can't even do that." / @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、answered ⁽ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵘⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ⁾ #▻ 𝐸𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑈𝐸𝐿 、roleplay ⁽ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁾ #:') this is FINE

[nighttbound]

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[alaricseer]

so, alaric, what's up with you oogling that angel guy?

"Who?"

Ala maintained an air of innocence, given away only for a moment by his flash of recognition. Gabriel.

Had he been entertaining less than pure thoughts about a certain holy being?

"You'll have to be more specific, there are so many of them, after all. Whole choirs, so I'm told."

#anonymous #👀 #blxsscd x fxrsakcn

[ofcrossrcads]

[text] people be summoning satan for rituals left right and center

[text] and i can't even get a text back? smh

[text] shit. sorry. wrong number. my ex is a dick.

( witch!gabriel )

A text meme maybe? If you find it you can send it

[ sms → no contact ] mmm, yeah, no, no one's summoning satan, sweet cheeks.

[ sms ] you summon demons, or you invoke the devil.

[ sms ] unless you're really stupid or have a death wish or whatever. I'd ghost you too, if you were trying to summon satan.

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #( verse tbd. ) #( ωαт¢н συт σя уσυ'ℓℓ gєт уσυя ωιѕн || answered )

[valiantsword]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn cont'd from here

there had been a number of thoughts over the years - internal struggles - wondering if gabriel had a point. since he'd never talked to the angel, or, really, any of the eight balls about the philosophy of life it all came down to arthur's zealous overthinking. still, considering the environment he lived in, how could anyone not, however briefly, wonder if it was better to start from scratch?

while he had the fortune of not being the lowest caste thanks to merlin and the older man's involvement in the city's security, arthur's life wasn't as bad as it could've been. that was precisely the problem, though. people were suffering on the street due to a pyramid shaped hierarchy that ensured the few at the very top lived opulent, abundant lives, while those in the v1 caste had nothing but scraps.

in that moment, as those words cascade into arthur's ears he realizes just similar he and william could possibly be. their ideals weren't so different, were they? at least, not when put the way william so eloquently voiced.

" you would trade one violent dictator for another? " the blonde takes a step back as if the distance would help him process the words. " he started all of this, will. he wants to wipe the slate clean and start again. what makes you think he has any intention of doing what's in the best interest of humanity? "

eyebrows pinch together. his jaw clenches, fighting back every sensation of grief of betrayal bubbling to the surface.

" selling us out to him isn't going to make any of this better. how can you not see that? "

#✭ ㅤ dominion ㅤ ››› ㅤ this is an extermination ㅤ . #✭ ㅤ interaction ㅤ ››› ㅤ for those who kiss the ring ㅤ . #blxsscd x fxrsakcn #i apologize but icons are currently **effort**

[talentforlying]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn: ‘♬‘ — SONGS I LOVE

ferryman - shayfer james, will wood! i am a HUGE fan of both these dudes, and had the surprise privilege of seeing them perform this live!! it's a bop and a half, and it also gives off huge hellblazer vibes in its storytelling structure.

so often in the comics, there'll be one major thing going on and they explain to you how far-reaching and grim the consequences are with a one-page series of vignettes summarizing the awful events that resulted from it. the final zombie scene from city of demons is a really good example of this, and when constantine looks at the newspaper clippings on haine's web-wall during the joyride arc. it's a simple, clinically gruesome way of summarizing the extensive reach of magic and the ways it toys with human minds and perceptions to personalize the nightmare, and it's an effective way of displaying how detached constantine's become from the horrors he sees every day, to the point where it's just like reading off a grocery list. still horrifying, but distant. like, no wonder he has no faith in humanity anymore, this is kind of his general attitude by late hellblazer:

people want each other but they want themselves more / even when your lover's something new to live for / it's to die for, therefore to kill for / black has white so go to the light my love

the song also hides a little kernel of optimism in there, a little reason to live amongst the depressing chaos of interpersonal relationships, which i also think aligns with constantine's general mindset:

if up has a down there's another side / in there's an out so it's worth a try

no matter how personally awful people can be to each other, there's still a reason to try. you'll still have "champagne with cyanide", but there was love that came before that, and there could have been love that came next, too. constantine's always going to think it's worth a try to keep pushing forward, no matter how bleak it gets around him.

+ song for gabriel, that motherfucker (affectionate): to carry on the train, villainous thing - shayfer james has that kind of self-righteous delight in shedding an ideal to display the sinister reality of yourself / the world that i picture when i think of gabriel.

waste no worry for the world / let it be a tragedy of love and glory / while they wait by gates of pearl / we'll be building palaces in purgatory

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #blxsscdxfxrsakcn #( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

[valiisthea]

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@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn !

Howdy friend! You have the patience of a Saint, and I mean that. I've fallen off of Tumblr probably since times since we met and you are every loyal, still here to write with me when I get back. You are so much fun to chat with, plot with, and I love your writing! We need to do a thing again soon!!! 💕

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #!!!

[featherbrainedangel]

|| Better Than Christmas || blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

Immortality guaranteed one thing you could never run out of: time. An endless supply of time to kill paired with a bustling city full of angels and humans alike, Sachiel enjoyed wasting his. He had taken up exploring the dark shadows for anything that piqued his interest. Weapons, mostly. A bottle of alcohol on a good day that would lead him to a better night. Anything to kill the boredom.

He shouldered open another heavy metal door, in another decrepit hallway, in another dark forgotten part of the city. As light filled the room, the angel stopped in his tracks, his head cocked to the side.

"Well, ain't this my lucky day?"

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #he's so keen

[kemuele]

gabe vc: -chucks armfuls of leaves at Kem-

Kem bursts into a fit of giggles as shades of reds, golds, and oranges leap at him at once. He spits out one of the leaves and ruffles his hair to rid it of any leaf and leaf accessories. "What is the reason for this? I thought you were going to help me clean them up," he laughs while scooping up a large pile of his own. It's times like these that his height comes in handy. Not only is he taller, but with his 'wingspan'? His hoard of leaves is all the more majestic. And so he returns the favor in kind, sporting a wide grin as the afternoon sun filters through the forests' trees.

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

#birds of a feather | ic #jumping boundaries | dominion au #across the veil | ask #carpe diem | gabriel [blxsscd x fxrsakcn] #virtue of soul | queue #blxsscd x fxrsakcn #/thank you for ask and patience! ♥

[bianfu]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ ❝ what am I t' you? ❞ 

He felt like a deer in headlights. He’d never been articulate especially about mattered. He’d had lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends ask the same question before and he’d never figured out how to answer. “I don’t know,” He said lamely. “I mean I like you. Why?”

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #i'm not allowed to regret my choice [ic] #v; i don't have a choice

[sanguinesacrament]

The archangel is apparently deep in thought; brows knit. Shoulders hunched, gaze hungry. But not for violence. Only knowledge. Blues jump between ancient writings. Star charts, tomes, frayed maps surround him. Mumbling under breath. Sound of footsteps barely interrupts.

Waft of wine, citrusy and floral. Absently reaches for the goblet to bring close. Instead, a hand belonging to the only other angel nearby. Sanguis' open palm meeting his lips. Gentlest of actions.

A pause, glancing sideways. Eyes widen. Then, his face is alight with red. Embarrassment sweeping off in waves.

Sanguis giggled.

"I'd say you missed the mark." They grabbed the goblet and handed it to him. "I'd be mistaken."

A thumb brushed the stubble of his lip as they tread, minding the maps in sprawled array across the room. They circled round to his front.

"I see you're invested elsewhere, it happens to the best of us. But that color of pink does flatter your eyes so." Sanguis sat down near him. "Illuminates them under that deepened brow of yours."

Their head turned in regards to the nearest map.

"Planning a...trip?"

#ask #blxsscd x fxrsakcn #{the repentant};sanguis

[handgiven]

❝ the less we think about them being out there, the better. today is not the day to turn into some eight-ball's new plaything. you don't have the look of a fighter but i need you to focus. ❞ ( alex @ emmanuel )

Alex is just a boy. In the grand scheme of things, in the scale of the universe and the history of mankind, Alex is just a boy standing at the bottom of the chain, trying to figure out his place in all of this, in spite of having such narrow view. He grew up into this, a soldier through and through, training other soldiers to go die at the battlefield. It's all Emmanuel sees looking at him and yet he may say no part of it.

Emmanuel is not a fighter. He'd never carried weaponry and never killed anyone. They'd call him a bird of peacetime as a joke, back in Heaven. Laughing at him, judging his cowardice, but wasn't it just as important to take care of the world as it was to lead the war? For had he not cared and run amidst all the ruin to gather all there was left underneath the ashes, there would be nothing living left by the time Heaven and Hell finished their quarrel.

These days, there was less to take care of, the world barren with the sheer concentrated evil that flooded it without remorse. The sheer concentrated evil that Alex was forced to face despite being but a boy. Even humanity as a whole was too young to deal with an archangelic cruelty of this scale. Let alone a single man.

"And a fighter I am not. I will not carry a weapon. I will not touch it. I may come with, on any mission you ask, I can carry medical supplies and help along those that will be slowed down. If needed, I can give my life for the cause. But I will not carry a weapon."

#blxsscd x fxrsakcn #// i really should write down a dominion verse to put all these fragments together. ahhhh #// once again hope this is okay like this!! thanks for taking the initiative with sending these in <3

[nighttbound]

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[greatwrath]

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