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♕ ▌ вєηєνσℓєηcє ǀηɗєρєηɗєηт & SєƖєcтινє Hαтαяαкυ Mασυ-Sαмα OƇ SιηgƖєѕнιρ: AναιƖαвƖє

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

“Cleαɴιɴɢ υp тнe мeѕѕeѕ тнαт αɴɢelѕ αre мαĸιɴɢ нere.” Michael was straight to the point, answering her question and allowing himself to relax, as he had been quite tense moments before. He brushed his hair from his eyes and allowed a faint laugh to pass over his lips. Suzuno had been his contact since his arrival and was probably the only one he could currently consider a “friend”, though that was stretching it. “Gαвrιel αɴd Sαrιel reαlly ѕтιrred υp ѕoмe тroυвle αɴd oғ coυrѕe, ѕoмeoɴe elѕe ιѕ leғт тo cleαɴ υp тнe мeѕѕ тнey мαde нere.”

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

@sxcredhero

“Hero Eмιlια... I dιdɴ’т eхpecт тo ѕee yoυ.” Well, technically that was partially a lie. He had the loose details about the goings on, but most of it was hearsay. He had come to bring Gabriel and Sariel back, to answer for their respective failures but... perhaps it was best if he remained here, himself. He found this place to be much more comfortable than back home... And frankly, the food was absolutely amazing.

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

“I ѕweαr, oɴ мy owɴ lιғe, тнαт ιт woɴ’т αғғecт нιѕ вυѕιɴeѕѕ. Wнy woυld I cαυѕe тroυвle ғor yoυ, or ғor нιм, wнeɴ ɴo нαrм нαѕ вeeɴ doɴe? He’ѕ вeeɴ ɴoтнιɴɢ lιĸe нιѕ ғorмer repυтαтιoɴ pαιɴтed нιм тo вe.” Sliding his hand into his pocket, he retrieved a small item. Flicking his phone open, Michael glanced at the clock in the corner and flipped the small device shut once more. He allowed a smile to lazily rest on his features, keeping his verdant gaze on Alsielle. She didn’t trust him and he completely understood. To be honest, he didn’t entirely trust her either. It was natural, after all.

“Perѕoɴαl errαɴdѕ.”  Of course, he wasn’t going to divulge every detail to her, but at least he could assure the demon that he wasn’t a threat- he didn’t intend to be unless he was made into an enemy. 

[little-miss-hikikxmori-blog]

@chivalrous-patron-saint

Lucinda groaned softly when she heard a knock on the door, wondering if she should pull a “nobody’s home” or not. She slowly crawled out of her box, looking over at her computer and seeing her busted headphones, so there was no way she could tune them out. Glancing at the door, she clicked her tongue in annoyance when the pounding began again. 

Must be that damned Hero again….

The fallen angel stood up and trudged to the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly, greeting with the person outside with an irritated tone, “Listen, Yusa. Maou isn’t–”

“…Micheal…?”

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

He had been dropping by to see if Suzuno had been by lately- she wasn’t currently home, meaning she was either out with the other girls- Emilia and her friend- or she was preoccupied elsewhere. He was fairly certain it was the former, but it was worth a shot to drop by her place and the residence next door- the Devil’s Castle. A small laugh slipped from the Archangel as he noted the nameplates before knocking on the door. When the thin barrier had been removed, door being opened, it wasn’t who he was expecting to open it. Lips curled upwards and there was an obvious softening of Michael’s expression as he allowed himself a moment to verify what he believed he was seeing. This wasn’t who he was expecting, not exactly anyway. He was aware of the demons’ living situation, but didn’t know the details. “Hυн....? Lυcι? Iѕ тнαт reαlly yoυ?”

Hands slid into his jeans pocket and a brow was quirked.

[prxvailingdarkness-a-blog]

blvck-messiah:

PSA;

If your muse wants to hit mine - do it. If your muse wants to yell at mine - do it. If your muse wants to kiss mine - do it. Never hold anything back. As long as you don’t kill my muse, anything goes. Never hold anything back with me.

 Because I won’t with you.

[ofhotheads-blog]

Send me a 🎶  and I’ll shuffle my playlist and use a line from the next song as a starter.

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

“Mιcнαel, тнe Arcнαɴɢel. Bυт, doɴ'т worry αвoυт мe. Rυɴɴιɴɢ α ғew errαɴdѕ вυт ɴeιтнer oғ тнeм ιɴvolve yoυr мαѕтer. I proмιѕe.” The archangel raised his hands, showing her that he carried no weapon and meant no harm. He knew that it would be hard to convince her that he wasn’t going to bother her or Maou... Hell, he wasn’t even gonna mess with Urushihara. He had bigger fish to fry.

[kpop-my-life]

Vest ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more black waistcoats)

[jenniedreams]

Denim & Supply Ralph Lauren Steer Field Lined Jacket ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more high collar jackets)

[pastelkkuma]

pastel sweatshirts

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

{{ Tags page is a work-in-progress. But I’m definitely open for roleplaying!! Please bother this angelic shitlord. I kinda wanna be on here, more than Urushihara. Help me. I knew making this blog was a bad idea. }}

[desolation-resolution]

[desolation-resolution]

[the-venus-of-the-21st-century]

[inboxideas]

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

[chivalrous-patron-saint]

“Nιce тo ѕee тнαт нe'ѕ ɢoт ѕoмeoɴe тo вαвyѕιт нιм, αт leαѕт.” The Archangel was almost trying not to laugh, the woman doing her best to cover her tracks. But, she had already slipped up and gave him an opening. That slip-up was all he needed to confirm his own assumptions. Michael brushed hair from his face, soft green hues sparkling as he observed her. More specifically, the expression on her features. It was quite amusing to see her squirm. “He ѕтιll нαɴɢιɴɢ αroυɴd wιтн Sαтαɴ?”