[arkangcl]

// aaa ok !! I did finally finish Saffy’s card, you can find that here! Everything else is still WIP, but I’m gonna keep her low graphics for now anyway

I’m gonna send a few prompts at random to break the ice, and reblog a few myself if you’d like to send any!

[arkangcl]

// huh.png

[arkangcl]

it all felt a bit too comfortable , didn't it ? to be here , with them , having a wee stroll by the waterfront like there was nothing wrong with the world . everything kept catching her attention , fidgety as she was - ducks , birds , bits of grass catching against her sock wrong , the squeal of a particularly excitable child . she chittered at them all , quietly , and gripped the pleather handle of her pocketbook hard until it squeaked under her hands .

her expression screwed up at the nickname; not because it had left crowley's lips in particular , but because it existed regardless. " mmh. at least you feed the waterfowl properly . michael would probably try to give them pick-'n-mix . " she huffs a derisive sigh at the mere thought , then shakes her head .

" oh , don't - you know better than to speak that way . " one dainty little curl is tucked back into place , and with it she indulges in a brief massage of her temple . " i'm serious . i would walk into - downstairs barefoot for them . every last one of them . and - ... and until so recently , i would have never hesitated . i'm always on their side . "

zaphiel , who had been slowly coming to a stop , finally stood still . " crowley , " she says , a near whisper . " ... what do you do when their side becomes more than one side ? "

[heavenfelled]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃, 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄 like a misbehaving sibling being admonished by their more mature kin. ' yeah, yeah ... ' a pause, brows furrowed as they slowed to match her. ' i know you would. wouldn't be here chatting if i thought you were as far up your own arse as michael an' the lot. '

he continued on a step too far and doubled back to stand with her. she appeared ... TROUBLED, TO SAY THE LEAST. beyond the usual stress of heaven's bureaucracy. fingertips stirred their restless urge to comfort, to reach out and offer what solace they could. he stuffed that hand into a snug denim pocket as far as could be achieved, and fixed her with a narrowed gaze. ' er, not sure if i'm the best authority on morale ; not exactly dealing in sides at the moment, me. '

crowley was wildly unequipped for such a conversation, but ... for her he would try ( old times, and all that ). ' listen, maybe i've been topside too long, but way i see it, the sides are all just frosting on a rotten cake anyhow. doesn't matter where you bite IF IT ALL TASTES LIKE SHIT. '

[arkangcl]

everything seemed much too much all of a sudden . the chattering of the pond , the wind in her hair , the scent of devilry leeching into her from present company . she wanted to run away . she was fully prepared to disappear , back to the cozy confines of her flat where no one had to witness her and she had to bear witness to nothing , not even her own feelings.

" i can't do much about them , i'm afraid . i wish i could . they - it's ... it's gone so wrong , as of late , i just can't bear it . i can't . i mean it . "

crowley spoke , and she felt it . just a little . the ever-present bead of love inside his being pulsed like a drum , aching for something . whether either of them knew it , it was a comfort in itself - a few moments of quiet , huddled beside them , and her overflowing panic ebbed into something a bit more manageable . " that sounds lovely , " she breathes , " ... not dealing in sides . "

one hand comes up to rub her eyes , shameless in her quest for relief at this point . she's so weary - she can feel all her centuries of existence piled on her back , every minute an ever-squirming monument of the composure she was currently losing . " ... i wish i could talk to you freely . i know you'd understand . "

[arkangcl]

cont. from here .

" eugh , no . no , absolutely not . " the disgust in her expression shifts swiftly from being associated with crowley , to herself for being disgusted with the association . nothing wrong with demons , she reminded herself . nothing at all . still your ever-working mind , zaphiel , for just a moment . " i mean , well ... no one put me up to anything , goodness . " a small huff of breath and zaphiel puts on her best little smile for @underno9 , something hopefully as genuine as she felt . " i don't say anything unless i mean it - and i do mean it . there's not a creature in existence that doesn't deserve love and safety . " a brief thought , and zaphiel holds her dainty little hand out . " zaphiel . Archangel Zaphiel . and your name is ... ? "

[ribbontales]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a little assortment of angsty and hurt/comfort action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your blood, death etc. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver embraces them. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver grabs them by the wrist. [ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ] : receiver pleads sender to not go. [ 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ] : sender kisses receiver before leaving far away. [ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 ] : receiver kisses sender who won't be back for a long time. [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ] : sender has rejected receiver's romantic feelings. [ 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 ] : receiver rejects sender's romantic feelings. [ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 ] : sender and receiver agree to not give in to love. [ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver expresses frustration regarding sender's actions. [ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ] : sender tells receiver they don't love them anymore. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 ] : sender shoves receiver away from them. [ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ] : receiver comforts crying sender. [ 𝐫𝐮𝐧 ] : in a dangerous setting, sender tells receiver to run to safety. [ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 ] : receiver catches sender as their feet give in. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 ] : sender carries injured receiver to safety. [ 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is taking care of sick sender. [ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver tends to sender's wounds. [ 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ] : sender and receiver are attending to a funeral. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is missing the deceased sender.

[arkangcl]

// Saffy is collecting Aziraphales like wildfire I love it

[anneboleyns]

Women in Armor: 5/? Mia Wasikowska as Alice Kingsleigh in Alice in Wonderland (2010)

[arkangcl]

// I think Saffy has a Scottish accent when she’s really really really stressed

I just want her to say “cannae”

[arkangcl]

❛ Everything okay? ❜

" mmmgrhm . " very dignified , zaphiel , thank you . though , in all fairness , if zaphiel was aiming for dignity she would not be laid face-down across her booth in a coffee shop she'd once loved very much , but now feared she could never set foot in again . she felt quite icky , physically and mentally , and had thought a lovely little dirty pumpkin chai would help things along ; but it did not and would not and now she was here , acting her physical age . she did eventually surface , looking like the perfect mixture between an exhausted single mother with a career in business management and a tweenager , still young enough to pout and whine but too old to have a little cry in public . pointedly ignoring @talentforlying , she took a long sip from her tea , and picked at the remnants of the pastry she'd bought to go along with it . then , quite suddenly , she sobbed . " ... yes . lovely-jubly . just peachy . why do you ask ? "

[fairydustfromhell]

[arkangcl]

cont. from here .

oh , why she bothered to do these things , she truly did not know . there wasn't any point ! not a single point to this . she knew - deep down , anyway , she didn't have a single ounce of proof - that this was him , this was the demon that her underling was adamant about constantly consulting . but there was no proof and no time to just stop by and ask , not after witnessing him stuff something entirely not his aesthetic into his pocket and wander off to wherever he came from . she shouldn't be doing this . she didn't want to do this - she hadn't even been going to the bookshop , she'd just ... happened to walk by , and ... oh , crumbs . she acted before she thought , swiftly catching one of @storyandscng 's arms and spinning him around towards the wall . " ah-ah! " she tutted , much like one might scold an animal of some sort , and grimaced at herself . " no you won't . not in public , and not to a child . well , someone that's child-shaped . something that's child - oh , just ... look , empty your pockets ! "

[xflashbastardx]

Crowley wasn't sure which he hated more, the way she had scolded him like an animal, or the way he almost felt like a cornered one. Angels didn't normally inspire this kind of panic in him; it was the demand she had made that had put him on edge. Empty your pockets. Which meant she had seen him slipping something into it. A simple, little thing he had picked up to give to Aziraphale---a cleaning cloth for the angel's glasses, printed in a tartan pattern---combined with catching him this close to the bookshop and, well, even the dullest of angels could probably put two and two together.

A scuffle with an angel, Crowley could handle. Getting Aziraphale tangled up in his mess was something he would rather avoid, however.

She wasn't wrong, calling his bluff as she had, but like hell was Crowley going to admit to that so easily. He twisted 'round in her grasp so he could scowl directly in her face.

"Oh, do you think so? I'm a demon, after all, what makes you think I wouldn't?"

[arkangcl]

this felt bad . this felt , more than anything , like she was the one being caught and punished rather than the alternative . she quite hated how nasty she was acting , even if it had been mostly on impulse and entirely with the intention of just talking - but she'd already acted before the talking bit , and that sort of set the mood entirely .

" because ! " she exclaimed , adjusting her grip to compensate for crowley's movement . let him squirm , it was all fine . " because , for one , you are ten feet away from an embassy . two , it'd easily be an act of war , and three , if you wanted to , you already would have ! " her illusion of confidence is holding up nicely , she thinks , but still - it was better to act than let it waver .

"Now - now , i'd much rather spend my day not fishing around in your trousers , so ... come on ! empty your pockets so i know you're not thieving and i'll let you on your way ! "

[arkangcl]

cont. from here .

behaving her age was never all that fun : nor was this part of her job . zaphiel , for the most part , enjoyed her time on earth the same way @storyandscng did - lovely food , divine music , long , luxurious walks , and plenty of window shopping . she never slacked at her work, certainly , her desk constantly stacked to the ceiling with paperwork and her miracles mostly spent on making her look less tired , but ... well , everyone had that one specific responsibility worth leaving for last . it was a double-edged blade , really - on one hand , she was given the chance to visit one of her closest little earthly cherubs . on the other , she did so hate scolding him . " aziraphale , " she smiled , warm but firm - much like the hand wrapped 'round his jaw - " it's been ages . keeping your cooperation well ? remembering to brush your teeth ? i worry about you , with all those sweet treats you love so much ... " she let him go with a soft pat to the cheek , instead choosing to wander towards one of the many , many bookshelves lining the room . " well , i have your miracles ledger from the last few months ... i , er - ... oh , dear ." hesitating for a moment , she dug around for the neat little blue ledger she'd tucked into her pocketbook , already regretting this for ... many reasons . " i figured we might go over the expenditure logs together, give you the chance to make your declarations in person ? "

[xflashbastardx]

Aziraphale's smile faltered for just a fraction of a moment.

"Ah, my---my miracles ledger. Yes. Of course."

It was standard procedure, of course, for any angels on earth to have their miracles reviewed by their superiors. This was far from the first time Aziraphale's ledger had been reviewed of course, considering just how long he had been on earth, but usually these things were not done face-to-face. No matter; he had managed to get through centuries of reviews without landing himself in hot water, and he'd find a way to do it again.

Ah, hot water. Now there was a lovely idea. Aziraphale pulled out a chair, gesturing for Zaphiel to take a seat.

"I'll just put on some water for tea, shall I?" he didn't wait for a response before disappearing into the other room. A few minutes alone was exactly what he needed. Time to breathe, to steady his nerves, and ensure that there were no cracks in his calm, cheerful facade. When he returned, carrying a tray with a teapot, two cups, and sides of cream and sugar, he looked perfectly at ease. He never enjoyed deceiving his fellow angels, but over the centuries it had gotten easier. Much easier than he cared to admit, really.

"You know I do enjoy your company, Zaphiel," he began, pouring tea first into her cup and then his own. "But it is unusual for you to review a ledger in person like this. Surely you must be quite busy, and I would hate to take up too much of your time."

[arkangcl]

" if you'd like . oh , if you have any chai ... ? "

she called after him , gingerly taking a seat in the chair provided . she was happy to spend a bit of time alone , scanning the many , many shelves for familiar titles or new ones that seemed particularly charming . though she was loathe to admit it , she too needed a moment to think . this was rather unorthodox , and in truth , she'd already scanned his pages a few times over - she knew what the verdict would be already . usually a few angels would go under their personal allotment and zaphiel could just ... sneak aziraphale's extra in , still meeting the quota , but ...

well , they'd gotten a bit disastrous of late . more frequent , more trivial , and , more or less , worthy of discipline . but if they got their story straight , together , perhaps she'd have a little less to report . might be able to clear the issue entirely .

the tea set , placed with a gentle clatter , stirs her from her thoughts , and zaphiel hums happily at the results . helping herself to quite a bit more cream than sugar , she indulged in the heat of her cup in her hands , savoring the scent - consuming things still made her feel a bit odd , even after all these centuries , but how lovely it was regardless .

" i'm aware , aziraphale , don't you worry . " she'd never deny him a question or two , but ... maybe not this time . " i'd just like a clearer picture of how your allotment stretches throughout the quarter . won't take all that long at all . "

[heavenfelled]

@arkangcl / zaphiel sent : “my priority would be to help my family—and i would have picked whatever side could keep them safest. i hadn’t thought of it as a weakness until now.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, opposite as they were in height and all things otherwise ... but it hadn't always been as such. once, he was gentle. once, he was nurturing. they flicked the occasional pea to trailing ducks, adamant in their pursuit old habits, and all. ' loyalty's not a weakness, zaph. ' could they still call her that? ' but you do keep shite company ; present companion included. '

the other angels despised him on principle, and the feeling was mutual ... but hadn't he once stood among them as friends? as brethren? the familiar warmth of affection for some still sparked between his ribs. ' anyhow - the road to hell's paved with good intentions, BLAH BLAH BLAH. ' no amount of demonic irony is lost upon them.

[arkangcl]

it all felt a bit too comfortable , didn't it ? to be here , with them , having a wee stroll by the waterfront like there was nothing wrong with the world . everything kept catching her attention , fidgety as she was - ducks , birds , bits of grass catching against her sock wrong , the squeal of a particularly excitable child . she chittered at them all , quietly , and gripped the pleather handle of her pocketbook hard until it squeaked under her hands .

her expression screwed up at the nickname; not because it had left crowley's lips in particular , but because it existed regardless. " mmh. at least you feed the waterfowl properly . michael would probably try to give them pick-'n-mix . " she huffs a derisive sigh at the mere thought , then shakes her head .

" oh , don't - you know better than to speak that way . " one dainty little curl is tucked back into place , and with it she indulges in a brief massage of her temple . " i'm serious . i would walk into - downstairs barefoot for them . every last one of them . and - ... and until so recently , i would have never hesitated . i'm always on their side . "

zaphiel , who had been slowly coming to a stop , finally stood still . " crowley , " she says , a near whisper . " ... what do you do when their side becomes more than one side ? "

[arkangcl]

cont. from here .

oh , why she bothered to do these things , she truly did not know . there wasn't any point ! not a single point to this . she knew - deep down , anyway , she didn't have a single ounce of proof - that this was him , this was the demon that her underling was adamant about constantly consulting . but there was no proof and no time to just stop by and ask , not after witnessing him stuff something entirely not his aesthetic into his pocket and wander off to wherever he came from . she shouldn't be doing this . she didn't want to do this - she hadn't even been going to the bookshop , she'd just ... happened to walk by , and ... oh , crumbs . she acted before she thought , swiftly catching one of @storyandscng 's arms and spinning him around towards the wall . " ah-ah! " she tutted , much like one might scold an animal of some sort , and grimaced at herself . " no you won't . not in public , and not to a child . well , someone that's child-shaped . something that's child - oh , just ... look , empty your pockets ! "

[arkangcl]

what flavor is your soul ?

cinnamon. oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

[arkangcl]

cont. from here .

behaving her age was never all that fun : nor was this part of her job . zaphiel , for the most part , enjoyed her time on earth the same way @storyandscng did - lovely food , divine music , long , luxurious walks , and plenty of window shopping . she never slacked at her work, certainly , her desk constantly stacked to the ceiling with paperwork and her miracles mostly spent on making her look less tired , but ... well , everyone had that one specific responsibility worth leaving for last . it was a double-edged blade , really - on one hand , she was given the chance to visit one of her closest little earthly cherubs . on the other , she did so hate scolding him . " aziraphale , " she smiled , warm but firm - much like the hand wrapped 'round his jaw - " it's been ages . keeping your cooperation well ? remembering to brush your teeth ? i worry about you , with all those sweet treats you love so much ... " she let him go with a soft pat to the cheek , instead choosing to wander towards one of the many , many bookshelves lining the room . " well , i have your miracles ledger from the last few months ... i , er - ... oh , dear ." hesitating for a moment , she dug around for the neat little blue ledger she'd tucked into her pocketbook , already regretting this for ... many reasons . " i figured we might go over the expenditure logs together, give you the chance to make your declarations in person ? "

[persephonememes]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜