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I think there’s a f̸̴̖̺̼̙͖͎̰̮̓ͬl̘̭͎̙͙͉̖̓̾͟a̡̹̥̪̝̲͑͂̓ͧ̒ͮ̌ͯͪ͢w̴͚̞͔͎͚̲͓͈͗̎͘ in my code.
and the pitiful truth is that you’re CAPABLE of grasping happiness, but you use YOUR OWN two hands to DESTROY it before it can get close.
Can you like or reblog this if you like headcanons and memes?
I never know if I’m bothering my partners with them or not. I’m sure other people want to know too!
I’M CURIOUS! Reblog this if you’re okay with your RP partners introducing NPCs into your threads?
“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.” (I have sinned. 8D)
Raphael looked down at his currently soaked-in-ink shirt and scowled, next looking at the exploded pen he held in his grasp. He’d obviously been chewing on it yet again, but this time, the damn thing had decided to burst and spill its ink all over his gray t-shirt. So he sighed and took off his jacket then his shirt with a frown on his lips, though that quickly turned into an open-mouthed exclamation as he heard what Zophiel said.
A thick blush spread across the archangel’s cheek as he stared at Zophiel, as he had yet again forgotten his blindfold at home. He hadn’t been expecting this whatsoever so the smaller female was left with a spluttering, quite broken angel.
(Sinning is glorious~)
A soft and flustered sigh escaped the archangel as he stuffed his shirt in the trash bin in his office then stretched a bit to ready himself to head outside. He didn’t keep any clothes in the room, so he’d have to head home to be able to get a new shirt. Just had to hope that no one else would mess with him on the way to his house.
“M’kay. W-Well, I’m off to get a new shirt.”
Zophiel grinned at him. Well, she had time to kill, so why not join him? After all, it was some more time with him, and less with Azazel. She jumped down from the desk, hands clasped tightly behind her back. So she would go with, she decided, to stay away from work for a little while. Although, that wasn’t the only reason.
“I’ll come with you. I could use a walk.”
A soft smile spread across the archangel’s lips as he pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. He had to be gentle, as he was a healer, but it was also innate nature that led him to comfort Zophiel to the extent he was taking. But that was also because he was attracted to her, but not that he would voice that. At least, not willingly.
“Let’s go get you some sleep, alright?”
She sniffed as she felt him press a gentle kiss on her forehead. Zophiel leaned her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Why did he feel so safe to her? She didn’t know. Maybe because it he wasn’t trying to hurt her, doing the opposite. The Angel of Compassion, she mused. It was very fitting for him.
“...Okay...”
I want for you and me to understand the words we speak I want for you and me to understand the hurt we keep I meant no harm, I never meant to make you cry
Which flower would your muse give to mine?
Put a flower in my inbox to show your muse's feelings for mine, anon or not:
AMARANTH: Broken-hearted
BEGONIA: Warning
CARNATION (YELLOW): Rejection
CYCLAMEN: Parting
LAVENDER: Distrust
LILY (ORANGE): Hatred
MARIGOLD: Jealousy
GERANIUM: True friendship
SUNFLOWER: Gratitude
TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness
TULIP(PURPLE): loyalty
TULIP(YELLOW): hopelessly in love
TULIP (RED): declaration of love
VIOLET: Loyalty
ZINNIA: Memories
DILL: Lust
MIMOSA: Secret admirer
PEONY: Shyness
ROSE (ORANGE): Fascination
ROSE (RED): Passionate love
ROSE (PINK): friendship
ROSE (WHITE): purity (nature of relationship, not the type)
SYCAMORE: Curiosity
TUBEROSE: Pleasure
ANEMONE: refusal of abandonment and forsaken
CANDYTUFT: indifference
PETUNIA: anger and resentment
SUNFLOWER: adoration
PANSY: loving thoughts
DAISY (WHITE): innocence (nature of relationship, not the type)
CHRYSANTHEMUM (YELLOW): secret admirer
IRIS: inspiration
Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.
- submitted by anonymous
Imagine your OTP
Person A: *claims they're Batman*
Person B: You can't be Batman, I'm Batman
Person A: Wanna batfight??
“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.” (I have sinned. 8D)
Raphael looked down at his currently soaked-in-ink shirt and scowled, next looking at the exploded pen he held in his grasp. He’d obviously been chewing on it yet again, but this time, the damn thing had decided to burst and spill its ink all over his gray t-shirt. So he sighed and took off his jacket then his shirt with a frown on his lips, though that quickly turned into an open-mouthed exclamation as he heard what Zophiel said.
A thick blush spread across the archangel’s cheek as he stared at Zophiel, as he had yet again forgotten his blindfold at home. He hadn’t been expecting this whatsoever so the smaller female was left with a spluttering, quite broken angel.
(Sinning is glorious~)
Raphael’s blush only returned full-fold as he rubbed the back of his neck, just wanting to get a new shirt. Damn his personality that allowed him to get flustered easily. But hey, at least he isn’t an absolute asshole. He’s just a punky trickster who’s an absolute dork.
Most would say he was just an asshole and prankster, others would say he was a gifted healer. Zophiel would say both. She could not deny his medical genius, but it was fun to see such a trickster caught in one of her bouts of playfulness. In fact, someone as “rule-abiding” as her (although that was far from the truth) should be strict, right?
“You are such a dork.”
Raphael began to rock back and forth slightly as he continued to comfort her, a steady pillar of comfort as he did so. He figured that she didn’t want to sleep, as he’d had people come to him before when like this and say that they didn’t want to sleep, but he knew that Zophiel would need some sleep. And if he had to stay with her through the night, then so be it.
“No need to thank me, sweetheart. Please, keep that heart strong.”
He was warm, she noted, strong and gentle too. And she found that comforting. Strength to protect her, but a gentleness to not harm her. Zophiel closed her eyes, taking in his scent and his warmth. It was nice to just be with him. Part of her wondered how he could be such a trickster. However, she pushed the thought aside.
“Okay....”
“chu” (Psst. Just for the record I have no idea what is up with Zoe.)
Raphael blinked in surprise as his milky crimson eyes looked over at Zophiel, in slight shock over the kiss to his cheek. Though a small, slightly shy smile spread across his lips as he leaned forward to return the gentle kiss.
(Well then… Raphie doesn’t mind kisses and cuddles~)
Raphael didn’t really care much for what happened to himself as long as no one got hurt-well, besides Azazel, of course. The archangel did care for what happened to Azazel, as it was highly likely that there’d be at least a spat between the two angels. And that would be quite the sight to see as Raphael didn’t get pissed off easy.
“I’ll do it because I want you to stay safe, as I’d absolutely hate to see someone I care about get hurt. They don’t call me the Wrath of God for nothing.”
Zophiel supposed she probably would not want to know why he was called the “Wrath of God.” However, she didn’t know what she could do to convince him that it was alright--even if it really wasn’t. She did not want to be responsible for a fight of any sort between the two, mostly because she did not want to see Raphael get hurt.
“I appreciate the concern, but--” Wait. Did he say he cared about her? Never mind that, she would have to be dragged to his office if he wanted to fulfill this. “I don’t think it is needed. I’ll finish up whatever he wants, and no one should have a problem.”
identity ask.........oh shit
if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better?
do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?
are you religious/spiritual?
do you care about your ethnicity?
what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?
are you an artist?
do you have a creed?
describe your ideal day.
dog person or cat person?
inside or outdoors?
are you a musician?
five most influential books over your lifetime.
if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?
would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
what’s your patronus?
which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?
would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
do you love easily?
list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.
how often would you want to see your family every year?
have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?
could you live as a hermit?
how would you describe your gender/sexuality?
do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?
on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
three songs that you connect with right now.
pick one of your favorite quotes.
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