More powerful than I seem

Hello! I'm Chamuel also known as Tanner. I know, it's confusing and it's a long story but I am the archangel of true love. Female FC: Lea Michele Male FC: Chris Colfer M!A - none _______________________________ ((OC angel for SPN verse but will rp with anyone. This blog may contain NSFW material))

[thedemonurian]

"It wasn’t just the body." Urian confirmed quietly.

[archangelchamuel]

"Wait..what?" Tanner asked. "What exactly happened?"

[thedemonurian]

"I couldn’t abandon it; it’s incredibly comparable in several different ways. I was sure I would lose it." He shrugged.

[archangelchamuel]

Tannr smiled some. "Well if I had known it was the body that was hurt so badly, I could have healed it myself."

[thedemonurian]

"I am incredibly better." Urian assured with a nod. "Mortal wounds may harm the meat suit, but it did little more than slow me down too much." He assured.

[archangelchamuel]

"Good." Tanner said, smiling softly as he held Urian's hand some more. "Well I am glad to see you were able to keep the body. It is definitely a good one to look at."

[thedemonurian]

"In all seriousness." Urian repeated back in a playful tease at the words before growing a bit serious himself. "I missed you, too."

[archangelchamuel]

Tanner laughed a bit and watched the other for a moment. "So are you feeling all better now or is there more to your injuries?"

[thedemonurian]

Urian’s smile only changed to an amused one. “It’s fine, Tanner.” He assured reaching over to gently grasp Tanner’s hand again across the table.

[archangelchamuel]

Tanner blushed and held Urian's hand. "I've really missed you though..like in all seriousness."

[thedemonurian]

"How could I?" Urian reminded with a soft smile. As a demon he never needed to worry about prayers or anything of the like.

[archangelchamuel]

"Oh..right.." He blushed, obviously embarrassed and hoped that Urian wasn't feeling too much of that. Tanner's hand moved to cover the mark Urian had left on him so long ago. "Well it sucks. Most of them are angry..yelling because they haven't found the person who is their true love yet and it's not my fault that it isn't their time yet." He explained his frustrations.

[thedemonurian]

"Is it?" Urian asked quietly, curiosly asking more. "How so?"

[archangelchamuel]

Tanner shrugged and sighed a bit. "Do you realize just how many people pray for love in only an hour?"

[thedemonurian]

Urian gave Tanner’s hand a soft squeeze, leading him to a nearby cafe and sliding into a booth. He didn’t need to eat either, but it provided them a place to sit and chat. “How are you?” He asked softly. “What have you been doing?”

[archangelchamuel]

Chamuel smiled softly and followed Urian. "I have been trying to keep up with all the prayers. Lots of people want love." He said, giving Urian a little laugh. "To be honest, it's a bit pathetic."

[thedemonurian]

Two years wasn’t a very long period of time in the lifetime of the demon, but he had missed his angelic comrade incredibly. Almost as much as…. Well all that mattered was who was here with him now. His grin faded a little. “I was injured and receded to Hell to heal. I only recently returned…..” He explained before offering his hand to the other. “Can I buy you lunch?”

[archangelchamuel]

Chamuel frowned slightly, sad to hear his friend had been injured that badly. Seeing Urian again made him think about his brother. Though there was not much he could do about his brother, he could enjoy having Urian back in his life. Chamuel really had no need to eat but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend time with the other. He grabbed his hand and nodded."

[thedemonurian]

The joy in the other’s eyes made his own his brighten up, his arms wrapping around Tanner tightly a moment, his grin growing as he held the angel to himself until he were to pull away. “I apologize for having been gone for so long.” He said softly, his hand on the other’s upper arm. “How have you been?”

[archangelchamuel]

Chamuel smiled softly and shrugged. "You don't have to apologize." He said. He shrugged again. "Nothing much really. Doing angel things." He grinned. "What about you? What have you been doing?" He asked curiously. He had missed Urian a lot in the last couple of years.

[thedemonurian]

A lot of time had passed since Urian had seen this particularly friendly face. Two years, nearly…he truly hoped the other would be as excited to see him as he hid in seeing the other. The demon walked up behind the angel, smiling softly as he stepped out of the shadows where he had been keeping an eye on the other for the last few minutes. He stopped beside the angel, hands in his pockets and sun glasses over his eyes. “Hello, Tanner.”

[archangelchamuel]

Chamuel heard a name he hadn't heard in a while from a voice that he hadn't heard in the same amount of time. He smiled softly as he turned around. The mark the other had left on him giving off happy feelings from him as he saw Urian. "Urian!" He grinned and reached out, wrapping his arms around his long lost friend. He left go and smiled softly as he blushed and looked over.

[archangelchamuel]

woops forgot about this account.

[archangelchamuel]

Come check out this rp I am running with my friend!

Westport, Maine is a city cursed with bad luck - or so it seems. It was once a quiet city where...

[archangelchamuel]

There has been so much to do.

[always-go-beyond-infinity-blog]

[kitkatx12]

[archangelchamuel]

M!A List (Anon specifies length of M!A)

Boo: Your muse is now a ghost and his/her prime mission is to haunt the person of the Anon’s choosing

Sick: Your muse has been infected with a terrible illness- and it’s contagious. Yuck! Anon specifies symptoms

I’m Seeing Things: Did that pillow just talk? Your muse thinks inanimate objects are speaking to them…better be careful

Dr. Who: Your muse has acquired a Tardis. Sweet! The only question is- where will you go?

Makeover: Everything has changed about your muse. Their hair, eyes, face, everything! Will your muse use this new look for good or evil? (Anon specifies what muse will look like)

Obsessed: Your muse is deeply passionate about the thing/person of the Anon’s choosing, going out of their way to be with it/him/her

Laughing Gas: What’s so funny? Your muse is in a fit of uncontrollable laughter

Old: Your muse is now an old lady. I don’t care what gender they are, your muse is an old lady, complete with the grandma-ish clothes and a cane. And don’t forget that dreaded old lady perfume

Up, Up and Away: Your muse now thinks they are a superhero, with the powers of the Anon’s choosing. Better convince them they’re just a mere mortal before they hurt themselves or others

Genderbent: The classic genderbent M!A. Your muse is the opposite gender

Kidnapped: Your muse has been kidnapped and the next person in their inbox is the kidnapper. Who’s going to save them?

Fangirl: Your muse now finds themselves reading and writing fanfictions, crying over episodes of their favorite television show, and dedicating their whole life to that one show

Partners in Crime: The Mun has been transported to the Muse’s world

No Manners: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today! Your muse is irritable and rude to everyone. If your muse is already like that, than they are super friendly

Cravings: Muse has a sudden craving for the food of the Anon’s choice

Dangerous: Muse thinks everyone they talk to have turned into zombies

Pregnant: Your muse is pregnant with whoever talks to them next’s baby- It doesn’t matter what gender the person is

Naked: Ew, clothes! Muse has a sudden fear of clothing, and will refuse to put any on

Feel free to add more!