𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙀.

[divinescale]

                           ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

—𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞—

AJ. She/her. 26. promo. rules & info down below.

             ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏ?

                         ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ?

Hello and welcome! Quick thing about me: My name is AJ! I’m 26, she/her, and I love to write. I love having creative conversations, analyzing characters/plots, and literally chatting about anything. My favorite genre is horror! Love to read horror books, and watch horror movies when I can!

1. Let’s be respectful. I ask you treat me, and any of my mutuals with respect. If there is an issue with me or anything please come talk with me. I can’t read your mind, and I know you can’t read mine. With that being said, the only drama that is allowed on my blog is within threads. 

2. Hate. This goes with the first one, but please do not bring any hate to the table. What I mean is, I know there are people who have religious trauma, and perhaps then this blog isn’t for you. You should keep your space safe for your own sake! However, if you do stay, I ask that you don’t take it out on me or Michael. It’s fine if your muse has it, or struggles with it, but I ask that you keep that negativity to a minimum. Heaven is a good place. The angels are good beings. I will not depict it as anything other.

3. Triggers. There may be some triggering content on here. If you are heavily triggered by religious imagery, or any religious content, then I ask you don’t follow this blog. I will try and tag certain things, but I am only human.

4. Original characters. I love them. Normally many have about pages, or small summaries of them, but just make sure it’s there for me to access. You are more than welcome to also message me about your baby as well! I would love to listen! 

5. Out of character chatter. I love to chat/plot. Don’t be afraid to message me!!!! We can just chat about our day or about our muses. 

6. Interaction. I do prefer to plot in some way. I do like a good meme, but sometimes those can be too bland for me. It seems like I get the same type of ask from a meme which is what gets really boring for me and I lose interest in the thread. That’s why I do prefer to plot a little. 

7. Verses/Fandoms. I am open to pretty much anything. I am aware of H.azbin Hotel/Helluva Boss which I am open to writing my take within that fandom, however, I have Michael on my angel multi for Ha.zbin over at angelicarch. (But if you’d rather write that verse here, I’m fine with that too!) Also, the TV series Lucifer (though it’s been a while since I’ve watched it). In general if I follow your blog I wanna write with you. 

8. Shipping. Not sure how I will go about this, but in general it may be difficult with him. Either way, I do love a good ship! Don’t hesitate to contact me if you have shipping in mind. We can talk about it (note: this isn’t an automatic ‘yes’. I’d like to see if our muses click in that way)

9. Angels/Archangels. Michael views his fellow angels and archangels as siblings despite them not actually being related. Since they work closely with goals similar in the end, he finds them as a big family. (The idea of Lucifer and Michael being close is something I like a lot, and that will be themed across my blog).

10. Power. Michael is the second strongest being to exist. He can easily destroy anything and anyone if he wants. Given this power, I ask we talk about anything when it involves fighting. I will say this… he is a being of protection and will not start a fight unless he deems it a fight. He is a defender, and will more than likely give distance if someone does get physical. Attack only happens if he knows a person is a threat or is in the act to kill him.

11. Views. This goes back to 2 a little. Please, I ask that you don’t try and convince Michael of what he is, or what his core purpose is, as wrong. Or at least persist after a period of time. There will also be a strong reaction to any slander about him, other angels, and especially his father (nothing physical of course). If you have background of one of the archangels or any angel doing something to your muse in the past, I ask that we talk about it. I will try to have a common ground, meet you half way. As I said before, Heaven and all the creations are good. They will not be depicted otherwise on this blog (unless they are fallen angels).

12. Icons. I'm currently making some icons, but I am totally chill with being iconless. Don't feel like you HAVE to use icons. Probably most of the time I won't myself.

About: The chief of all angels and archangels, the champion of justice and righteousness, the leader of the heavenly army, the prince of heaven, an archangel, and seraphim protects Heaven in its entirety from the evil that his brother created, his brother for whom he banished in the Great War; Lucifer. His presence is felt amongst earth and its people from time to time, protecting them from sin in many forms: A fireman, a helpful stranger, a soldier, but mostly a policeman. His presence is warm, inviting, strong, fierce, safe, and kind. Those with darkness in their heart feel uneasy and fearful around him.

He appears youthful yet aged, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair that reaches his shoulders, athletically fit, and a face of stone. His three pair of wings are pure white, but seem to glitter and look like diamonds.

Michael is a walking arsenal:

His Heavenly sword

Daggers attached to thigh holsters (not in view)

His wings can harden like a shield

Feathers can be detach like shot arrows or he can pluck feathers to make daggers as a last resort

Heavenly blades attached to tactical shoulder holsters (not in view)

Scales (not a weapon, but for when judgement day comes he can weigh souls)

His own ability of holy light (heat that rivals the sun)

Strength (as said second strongest from God)

[leikamei]

[divinescale]

                  HARM   WAS   NEVER   HIS   INTENTION,   BUT   RATHER   PROTECTION.   HIS   GAZE   was   fixed   like   stone,   cold   as   a   winter’s   morning;   a   storm   raged   behind   those   blue   windows.   His   presence   alone   was   intimidating   which   he   knew   for   a   fact.   It   was   how   he   was   created.   He   was   a   being   of   light,   a   light   that   burned   as   strong   as   the   sun.   He   was   made   to   make   others   feel   his   eyes,   his   presence,   his   being.   He   wasn’t   made   to   be   quiet.   Especially   near   those   who   had   darkness   in   their   veins.   

      “Were you just staring at me?”

                  THE   OTHER’S   WORDS   WERE   HEARD,   AND   STILL   HE   DID   NOT   shift   his   gaze.   In   fact,   he   forgot   the   basic   human   function   of…   blinking.   Now   remembering,   he   blinked   a   few   times   with   a   gentle   shake   of   his   head,   “   Was   I?   ”   Lips   turned   upwards   for   some   sense   of   reassurance,   “   I   apologize   if   I   made   you   uncomfortable,   ”   Yet   even   still   the   intensity   did   not   falter,   as   if   he   were   waiting   to   hear   a   confession.   Wasn’t   he   always?   “   My   mind   gets   busy   with   thoughts,   and   as   such,   it   never   fails   for   my   eyes   to   be   transfixed   on   someone   or   something   unintentionally.   ”   His   eyes,   though   a   raging   storm   moments   ago,   settled   into   comforting   snow   flurries.    @dnangelic

                                first meeting sentence starters.

[divinescale]

               A   BEING   CREATED   OF   PURE   LIGHT   MANIFESTED   IN   A   FACADE   skin.   He   stood   like   marble   stone,   a   gleam   of   beauty   that   can   not   be   spoken.   He   was   different   by   that   alone,   a   beacon   for   those   not   of   this   mortal   ground   and   of   wicked   nature.   His   eyes   had   seen   them   all   before   they   could   see   him,   and   when   they   did,   their   eyes   would   meet   a   brief   moment   before   they   went   on   their   way.   No   one   really   dared   to   gaze   at   him   longer   than   a   second,   and   none   could   fathom   a   conversation.   It   meant   two   things:   One,   the   wickedness   knew   better.   Two,   humans   did   not   desire   his   guidance.   Both   could   be   seen   as   good   and   bad.   

               “I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

               VIBRANT   BLUES   HAD   SPOTTED   THEM   BEFORE   THE   VOICE   FILLED   THE   silence   in   their   immediate   area.   His   expression   didn’t   change;   stoic.   The   words   were   a   statement,   confession,   or   even   a   hidden   conviction   which   determined   the   intentions   behind   them.

               HIS   LIPS   LIFTED   UPWARDS   IN   A   HUMBLING   SMILE,   CRUMBLING   AWAY   the   image   of   his   statue.   His   arms   moved,   crossing   over   his   chest   in   an   appearance   of   nonchalance,   “   Careful,   sometimes   words   spoken   in   hushed   tones   can   lead   to   dangerous   consequences,   yes?   ”   He   could   feel   the   aura   of   a   being   who   practiced   acts   in   the   likeness   of   his   hinted   words.   @witchaotics

                                first meeting sentence starters.

[rpclefairy]

first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

[regal-aesthetic]

[tcrrifiesall]

"I HAVE DONE MY DUTY! AND NOTHING OF REWARD BUT SUFFERING!!! You believe it was just. Do I not deserve a slither of happiness? Do I not deserve one thing. That I can have before the end?"

She balls her hand into a fist until it bled. "She was not sick. Nor dying. Your Father ordered that to make me suffer further. Because happiness upon an enemy. That is too good for one being. If I have to rip and tear my way to him. I WILL!"

"I have made my peace. The greatest punishment upon you. Upon you brothers and sisters. Your Father. I will be final Judgement." She turns her back to him. Looking to the human her reaper spoke to her about. "With sword and righteous fury. I will tear what those two pigeons stowed upon me. And she is right on time.." She walked towards the woman. Outreaching a hand to her to brush along her shoulder.

[divinescale]

               HER   WORDS   WERE   STAINED   WITH   SELFISHNESS.   IT   WAS   THE   EXACT   thing   that   caused   so   many   humans   to   drown   in   this   never   ending   cycle,   blaming   others   for   their   own   misfortune   instead   of   looking   inside   oneself   for   reflection.   It   pained   Michael.   Yet,   no   matter   what,   he   loved   those   beings.   Such   silly   and   wonderful   creations   humans   were,   “   Everyone   deserves   happiness.   ”   

               NO,   HE   WOULD   NEVER   ATTACK   UNLESS   ATTACKED   UPON,   BUT   HE   will   not   stand   for   someone   to   bad   mouth   his   father,   “   You   speak   of   things   you   don’t   know   of,   ”   he   snapped,   voice   roaring   high   like   a   muffled   choir.   His   body   crackled   with   divinity,   a   hot   scathing   light   glowing   underneath   his   facade   skin.   A   step   was   taken   closer   to   her,   eyes   a   misty   white,   “   He   does   not   purposefully   make   others   suffer   for   his   own   enjoyment.   You   are   sadly   mistaken.   You   suffer   because   you   can   not   let   go.   Your   suffering   is,   and   will   always   be,   your   fault!   ”   His   whole   being   was   charged.

               A   SMILE   GRACED   HIS   LIPS   AS   HE   STOOD   LIKE   STONE   before   her.   War   had   been   stitched   into   his   core,   and   war   pounded   with   each   heartbeat,   “   You   endeavors   will   be   fruitless.   Your   ignorance   and   pride   will   inevitably   be   your   downfall,   ”   his   eyes   fluttered   back   to   the   brilliant   blue.   They   were   filled   with   sadness   and   pity,   “   I   hoped   to   find   peace   within   you,   but   I   can   not   speak   with   someone   unwilling   to   listen   and   understand,   ”   Michael   eased   himself,   the   holy   light   dimming   from   under   his   skin,   “   If   you   wish   to   continue   down   this   path,   you   will   be   struck   down.   ”

[divinescale]

pretty angel.

[met-armsarmor]

Partisan, Arms and Armor

Gift of William H. Riggs, 1913 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Steel, wood, gold, textile, metallic thread

[c0llar-bones]

[tcrrifiesall]

Death glares at him. "Do not worry of me. You are right. I have no side. I couldn't attack you even if I wanted. But that doesn't mean I don't want to rip off that stupid face." She gathers herself before standing straight. "They took her from me.. They took everything. And all I had was to sit and wait. Wait and watch while your brothers-.." She grits her teeth.

"This soul I have trapped within me. It was not her time. And they broke the law within my cycle. For that. I can not let it go. I can not turn away. Even if you strike me down. I will do so with a smile on my face when they are nothing but ash."

Her shoulders for a moment relax. "That is my justice. That is my vengeance." She frowns. "Lily was my.. Everything.. And now I have nothing. I have nothing because of them."

[divinescale]

               MICHAEL’S   STARE   WAS   INTENSE.   IT   ALWAYS   HAD   BEEN   AND   ALWAYS   will   be.   What   he   had   to   remember   when   dealing   with   non-ethereal   beings   was   to   blink.   He   would   often   stare   without   blinking   once,   and   topped   with   the   intensity   that   burned   behind   his   icy   blues,   it   tended   to   make   humans   uncomfortable.   However,   he   had   no   fear   when   dealing   with   Death.   Michael   was   a   statue   rooted   in   place.

               ANGELS   DID   NOT   ACT   IN   SUCH   A   WAY   UNLESS   ORDERED   to.   There   must   have   been   a   reason,   and   that   would   be   something   Death   would   never   understand,   “   You   may   believe   what   you   will.   However,   you   agreeing   with   what   I   said   while   also   stating   you   will   hunt   them   down,   is   counterintuitive.   Then…   you   do   not   believe   in   the   duties   that   were   bestowed   upon   you.   ”

                  DUTY.   JUSTICE.   JUDGMENT.   RIGHTEOUSNESS.   THEY   WERE   ALL   THAT   EMBODIED   HIM.   Michael   can   sympathize   and   understand,   but   he   would   not   lay   on   his   back   so   his   belly   could   be   devoured,   “   She   might   have   been,   and   maybe   still   is,   but   it’s   not   the   end   of   the   road   unless   you   make   it   so.   There   is   much   more   to   be   a   part   of   and   fulfill.   ”

[prettypositivity]

life is tough, but you are tougher. you will get through this

[conceptualanatomy]

Seraphic Crown : hand pierced brass.

[c0llar-bones]

Lights by Mauro Tandoi on 500px

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Unintended Worship,” featured in If Only the Sea Could Sleep

[tcrrifiesall]

Hurt creatures hurt other creatures.. Death was wounded deeply. As if they were a wounded animal that was cornered. "What do you things know? You don't care about what happens to me until you have to interfere." Her teeth gritted tightly. Her maiden still stands by before turning to Michael.

"I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you... I shouldn't be here. Even though Death can not forgive your siblings. I can.. It's never fair for anyone to suffer.. But please.. Do not harm her.."

Death tenses and steps in front of her. "Do not speak with thy enemy." Death's eyes squint in suspicion. She places a hand to Death's shoulder, only to make her huff. "Fine. But only because she has asked of me." Lily moves and melds back into Death's vessel. She stumbles for a moment, pressing a hand to the cool wall beside her to gather herself. "We all have to die of something. Even you, Michael. Even your Father."

[divinescale]

               VENOMOUS   WORDS   SIZZLED,   BUT   THEY   HAVE   NO   TRUE   HARM.   MICHAEL   knew,   and   he   wouldn’t   take   it   to   heart.   His   concern   was   of   Heaven,   the   souls   that   reside   there,   the   souls   on   this   living   plain,   and      his   own   kin.   He   was   a   creation   of   protection,   of   justice,   of   judgement,   and   of   leadership.   He   was   there   to   guide   when   necessary   which   was   what   he   hoped   to   do   with   Death.   It   was   a   hard   task,   but   Michael   never   backed   away   from   a   challenge.   

               HIS   GAZE   FLICKERED   OVER   TO   A   SOUL   THAT   MANIFESTED.   THE   maiden   was   sweet,   her   heart   full   of   care   for   Death.   It   made   Michael   smile.   Love   reached   even   the   darkest   parts   of   all   realms—   all   the   way   to   the   deep   pits   of   Hell.   Michael   knew   that   it   was   a   powerful   thing,   and   perhaps   he   should   speak   to   this   maiden   in   some   way.   Then   maybe   she   could   see   what   Michael   wanted   to   provide   for   Death.   

               Peace.

                  MICHAEL   SHOOK   HIS   HEAD   BEFORE   HE   SET   HIS   GAZE   ELSEWHERE,   “   I   do   not   plan   to   kill   Death.   I   have   not   been   told   to   nor   have   I   been   attacked.   However,   it   wounds   me   what   will   become   of   Death   in   time,   ”   he   shifted   his   gaze   back   to   her,   “   Death   is   an   important   part   of   life.   Death   comes   when   it   is   supposed   to.   I   will   die   someday.   Same   with   my   kin.   We   all   have   a   day,   but   that   day   shall   not   come   any   earlier   or   later   than   it   should,   ”   Michael   had   a   somber   look,   “   Death   should   not   have   a   side.   It   comes   and   goes   no   matter   who   it   is.   Death   is   indifferent.   ”

[divinescale]

                  “ all my friends are dead . ”

                  “   THERE   IS   THE   PROBLEM.   HOW   DOES   THAT   EVEN   SOUND   NATURAL?   ”   @pierprincess   had     jested,   but   to   him   it   tore   at   everything   that   should   not   be.   It   was   dark,   a   twisted   rendition   of   life.   It   was   his   fallen   brother’s   work   at   play.   Only   he   would   create   such   a   being   to   fester   on   human   souls   as   they   do.   Human   they   might   have   been,   but   how   unholy   they   have   become.   They   can   not   live   in   the   light,   and   could   not   feel   the   warmth   of   sunlight.   They   fed   on   humans.   Maybe   not   directly,   but   it   was   still   human   essences   that   they   devoured.   He   might   adore   her,   but   she   was   no   holy   being.   Not   anymore.   

               CRYSTAL   BLUES   LOOKED   AWAY   FROM   HER   AS   HE   THOUGHT.   SHE   was   pure   of   heart,   protected   who   and   what   she   loved,   but   Michael   was   afraid   as   to   where   her   soul   would   end   up   when   she   eventually   "died".   He   was   afraid   she   would   not   be   one   of   the   few   he   had   the   honor   of   protecting.   Michael   knew   he   should   talk   to   his   father   about   this.   Maybe   see   if   there   was   something   they   could   do?   If   not,   maybe   he   just   needed…   something.   Reassurance?   Maybe.   

                               𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒  𝐈