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@almostxangelic
Alive
I’ve had a crazy year and just managed to come back. Been kinda scared to honestly, given how long it’s been.
Anyway I hope everyone is doing well. If you’d like to RP, feel free to like, or message me. I’ll be here off and on given that life is still slamming me with obstacles.
Happy Holidays!
"Snap away, honey, you gotta plant a fire in your belly somehow." he sighed. "Yeah, he’s my twin, but…still too tall. I wanted to be the tall one."
"B-but it's rude." Stormy says meekly, looking up slowly towards the angel with a hesitant motion, "A-And I still don't know how to fight very well. What if I-I anger the w-wrong person? Wh-what if C-Crowley comes after me again?"
"Sandalphon?" he repeated slowly, watching her carefully before shrugging. "…He’s alright, I suppose. Bit tall, but…" He shrugged again.
"He's your twin." she says a tad more sharply than intended, blinking softly and quickly taking a step back. The small woman drops her gaze immediately, "S-sorry." fussing with her hands. "I-I d-didn't mean to s-snap."
The 7th gif in your folder is how your muse would act during a funeral.
"You’re going to have to break out the specifics, dear," Metatron smirked, chucking her chin gently. "I’ve got an awful lot of brothers."
The nephilim felt her shoulders tense before she spoke the name, "Sandalphon." lifting her chin slowly. She's changed.. less stuttering, more courage.. A lot has happened since the last time they saw each other.
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"Your brother is very kind, Father."
Hey. I'm still alive and kicking. I've just been over here a lot because my muse for her has been crazy strong lately and she's one of my more energetic and fun characters.
In fact I bet she'd get along with a lot of you guys. So feel free to follow her if you're interested. Yes, she has a Supernatural verse. She's NOT a hunter, but she is human. She is a very established OC. Six month in fact, coming up on the 11th.
Anyway, I may follow some of you on her if I think we'd get along. But feel free to poke Tempy if you're interested in RP.
Harmony
Her apology would have him laughing bitterly, if he only knew anything of the concept of laughter. So instead, a reassuring smile with a hint of sadness to it is given to her, yet another in a row, as he shakes his way ever so slightly. “That hardly matters now,” he then notes softly, mingling with his hands in his lap, not looking at her anymore. — He knows about the habit of saying Grace and it is actually one of a few human habits that he finds rather nice and thoughtful. Grateful. Still, right now it would seem somehow inappropriate to him, as would many things.
”Father will not be cross with you for being hungry, calm your soul, child,” he then mumbles, turning his head to her, “— and eat on. You are safe now.” He then looks down again, thinking, reconsidering— whether she might know about the absence of God, his leaving. And whether or not should he bring that topic up at all. Again, no matter what came over them, God has always been a consolation to the mortal ears, and Emmanuel knew little of them.
It's difficult for Stormy to grasp the things she has learned here, though she seems to be handling his presence a lot better than she had previously. Having food in her stomach certainly helps and there's a distinct lack of fear now. Sipping the tea quietly, she draws her knees in against her chest with a humbled look, fully content and tired as she drinks in the scene around her. "...angels are... beautiful.." she whispers, "--a-and scary.." She really had already eaten her fill despite it not being tons and tons of food. She was small, and her stomach had shrunk from the lack of it over such a long period of time. But it didn't seem to bother her. She wasn't one to gorge herself in any situation. "I-is it weird f-for a nephilim to pray?" she asks, lifting soft, blue hues to the angelic being with a curious glow.
Thought I’d share some of my art. Just finished this. This is a human version of Thresh from League of Legends.
Sorry to spam! The edge along his cheek was way too light and needed to be darkened. Also enlarged his nose slightly.
Yus.. I love working with a tablet.
Reblogging from my other OC :>
Echoes
Alastair laughs, albeit dryly. She must be such a young thing to shy so easily from the very mention of the thing. ”All of us have had it after all. Young things like you have it more often then things like me.” He winks. He has always felt more companionable to the other creepy crawlies of the world then with mankind or the feathered nut jobs. Always needed to interfere, those ones. ”Don’t worry, none of them like me either, and only a few of them could put such a look on my face, and see—” he says, flashing a dopey smile “—not a single eyebrow twitch.”
He turns back around when his food arrives, flashing a softer smile at the waitress to appease her worried look. Humans. Such easily frightened things they are. Alastair addresses her with his back turned, his face still looking away from her. ”If someone comes running in tonight, I’ll give you a knock, if you’re that afraid of it. I’m in a good mood, consider it a gift.”
Why had he chosen to settle in with her? Why ask her such a question? Did he know? He must have,... Stormy shifts uncomfortably, trying to move away from Alastair without moving away too noticeably so not to draw attention. "I-I don't n-need y-your g-gifts.." she says quickly, offering a forced smile to the waitress when she shows up at their table to offer a refill on her drink.
Though Stormy by this point had wholly lost her appetite. If they could see what she saw when she looked at the demon, they probably would have too.
"P-please j-just... l-leave m-me a-alone.."
Fussing with the bottom of her shirt beneath the table, she averts her gaze uncomfortably, growing all the more weary of the man's presence the longer he lingers. She wanted to run away from him and be done with all things tonight, but she knew it would never be that easy. Demons were persistent and she was stuck dealing with this one until whenever he got bored... she was certain of it.
Alpha
Gabriel tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting for the alpha of the neighboring pack to arrive with his daughter, hoping to secure a joining of the two packs. He frowned as he heard them approaching the door, the sweet scent herlading the arrival of the omega and her father.
Gabriel smiled softly, “Well, just the things that you like, or dislike. Really, I’ll be happy just knowing anything about you.” He leaned away from the omega, showing her that he wasn’t a threat to her. “Like my favorite color is purple, and I don’t like eggplant, even if they are purple.” He grinned, “Now you tell me one thing you like and one you don’t.”
"Um.. s-strawberries.." the young omega says timidly, trailing her fingers along her own cheek as she tries to find something to relax her. It wasn't fear as much as it was a constant need to.. well maybe it was fear in a sense.. She was afraid of disappointing him. Or of being harmed. A little smile crept up upon her soft lips, but soon faded again, "I-I don't like um.. d-disappointing people.."
bloodaddictedking
"And are you planning on providing this ‘help’ yourself?"
Stormy jerks back in shock at his words, "N-No! I-I didn't --- N-Not.. W-well I-I mean--" stumbling over her words. She could help, but she assumed he meant a type of help she wasn't willing to offer him.
If adrenaline were able to rush through his veins, Crowley was sure it would of as soon as she started backing away. Oh, how he loved to see them writhe. When they first laid eyes upon his vessel, once he could see that first moment of realization enter their eyes- those few seconds were almost worth all the trouble.
"Oh, Stormy," Crowley drawled, eyes narrowing. "I was expecting more of a ‘hello’. Honestly. Hardly a way to greet an old friend, that." He moved closer, crouching.
"Ah-ah!! N-No! D-don't c-come closer!" It was painful to be here. Painful to be near him as she struggles to stand only to catch herself nearing the edge of the broad room. Quickly moving around him to try and keep the distance between them, Stormy panics softly, "T-take me home.. p-please!" She was searching around her for anything she could use to defend herself, but she wasn't seeing anything. Instead she found herself under his gaze, mocked by his words.. Tripping backward, she hits the ground sharply.. His crouching causing her to reel back slightly before she suddenly spits at him, "S-Stay away from me!"
I'm still alive! Just not had the muse for Stormy. I'll try to get some more threads done on her tonight or tomorrow. Got a lot going on right now.
Fading Light
He shouldn’t be doing this, he knows. He really shouldn’t, considering the situation. But he’s ignoring it. He takes her cue and his hands move from her arm to her waist, pulling her in closer before his hands shift upwards, trailing his fingers through her hair. This wasn’t his first instinct. Not at all. But he finds that, somehow, he doesn’t mind. He locks his eyes on hers when she cuts off the kiss. Typically, he knows a thing or two about how to read people; but he’s having trouble reading everything in her expression in that moment. No matter. His hands slowly move to cup either side of her face, carefully bringing her in close again. And then their lips are connecting for a second time, and this time he’s a little more conscious with returning it.
It made no sense, but here they were, embraced in this intense kiss in a room with one sole light shone brightly upon them from above. And neither seemed to be letting up as they embraced one another. Her tiny frame was dwarfed by his larger one, but they made it work somehow and it was all the more wonderful of an experience because of it. Her hands move swiftly upward, traveling his form as a light moan escapes her.. Breathy gasps leaving the woman's lips as she chases his with an intense desire. She's pulling him forward to pin her back against a wall just within the edge of the light, wrapping her arms around him to pull herself up more fully before she would move to slip her legs about his hips. She needed this... Whatever insane thing going through her mind, she seemed to desire him more than she ever had. Perhaps... she thought this was it? She thought... she might die here with him, locked away in a dark room.
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Fallen Family
Gabriel glanced at Stormy nodding, “Yeah, she’s pretty sick right now, but she’s strong, she’ll pull through.” He tilted his head looking at the demon, “You can’t kill her, trust me you’ve already tried, I can tell. So come on, tell me another lie.”
The demon stares at Gabriel then laughs, "Don't fuck with me, you stupid angel.. I know she had to of begged you for help.. She bend over for ya, too? Praise fucking God, hallelujah!" The demon's expression falls, licking her lips slowly, "Shoulda seen what we did to this bitch to break her.. Screaming inside.. Music to my ears.. We'll do the same to your little whore, too."
Meanwhile, Stormy remains curled up and quiet. She can't do much, so she's focusing on trying not to succumb to the sickness coursing through her veins.
