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😟 — you intimidate me a lot | ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet | all in all im a disaster human being but i LOVE ariel so so much ! uwu
i intimidate you ? oh my gosh sis i promise i am the world’s least intimidating person…. i am SUCH a weenie genuinely. but also WE SHOULD INTERACT !!! i love your blog and i love coraline !!! please always feel free to hit me up for plotting or like my starter calls !!!
do i come off as a top or a bottom?
WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?
recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!
❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.
( 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒14𝖙𝖍𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖞 )
“Jack, that creepy bastard. All I know is I wasn’t the one responsible for him. I actually think that what those women were doing is a very respectable profession. But my point is - leeches. Slippery slimy things. And not even like, the okay ones.”
❝ I WASN’T ACCUSING YOU, PERSONALLY. I meant ‘you’ in a general sense. Your side. Glad I wasn’t anywhere around London when he was skulking about --- Even if I wasn’t the type of women he was after, you’ve got to have some sort of general issue with them if you’re going ‘round killing them. Leeches are nasty beasts. And they didn’t even cure anything. Modern medicine’s incredible, or at least much better than getting the blood sucked out of you by an overgrown toothy worm. ❞
( 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒14𝖙𝖍𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖞. )
@machinecogged cont. x
“Well it wasn’t… like, pure, but those humans just didn’t know anything.”
❝ OH, THEY KNEW ENOUGH. Jack the Ripper had to be one of your lot’s finest moments, and didn’t he keep his killings to, er... ladies of the evening, as it were ? They knew plenty. It was the ladies and gents Regency who really knew less than nothing. ❞
❝ THIS IS A LOVELY CHURCH. Have you ever been to Westminster Abbey ? I suppose you wouldn’t have --- it’s in London. Highly underrated sort of place. Grandeur’s generally not the Church of England’s domain, but I think you shouldn’t have to stare at massive stained glass murals and eight foot tall statues to grasp the vastness of everything She’s created, don’t you agree ? ❞ | @devoutconfidence
(awayfrom14thcentury) ❛ it was the best time. it was an innocent time. ❜
❝ WE MUST NOT BE TALKING about the same Victorian Era. ❞
*opens my third eye* >⋮3c
Is that all you’ve got? >ꙮ3c
( 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖇𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖘𝖒. )
The girl knew of ᴀɴɢᴇʟs and, pardon her judgement, generally didn’t like the idea of them. Aziraphale was an exception, of course, Crowley being so fond of him despite how he might sometimes make it seem. And, he was friendly enough to loan her a book every now and again so – but the teenage witch really liked to dig deep into folklore (and liked to poke at Aziraphale until he answered all of her burning questions). They didn’t sound particularly enjoyable, though this was coming from a girl who’d already signed her name away to the ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ.
“Whatever it is you’re looking for, I don’t think you’ll find it here.” @machinecogged
❝ WELL, THAT’S JUST NOT A nice thing to say to somebody you’ve just met. ❞ She can’t help frowning when she looks at the girl --- it’s just that everything about her feels rather hostile. She’s barely said ten words to her, and all ten of them have been dripping with what could only be described as some combination of disdain and concern. ❝ And besides, it’s rude to make assumptions about people. ❞ She remembers hearing something about that on the telly once. When you assume, you make an ass out of ‘U’ and ‘me’. Not that Ariel means to scold her. It’s probably just what she was expecting out of an angel anyway, a hopeless, matronly scold.
“ … But the enemy for six thousand years now , which made him a sort of friend. ”
- neil gaiman & terry pratchett c.s. lewis ( image quote )
independent aziraphale roleplay blog from good omens humbly loved by bayze
( 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐋 / 𝐙𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋 )
“ Oh, likely. I’m not entirely certain myself- that’s not my department, clearly, but I’d say it’s been around awhile. Dates get a bit fuzzy Upstairs. Down here, they’ve got the time and year plastered on everything, but it’s not as important Upstairs.” It’s said with a nonchalant wave of the hand. The only ones who really kept track of time were those who had something to do with it.
No, that wasn’t Zaphiel’s department at all. Upon her Creation she’d been deemed worthy to lead the Cherubim- in faith, in example, in battle if need be. In the early days, she’d done just that, before all that Noah nonsense came about, and she’d done that for the centuries after him as well. But when it came time for the Ark to bless the earth, she’d been called down for it’s protection; she did a lot less leading and a lot more delegation of responsability these days.
Which, as she’s stated, suited her perfectly. Angels tended to take her at face value, unfortunately; it’s easier to gain respect when you talk through those that demand it.
“Gabriel smiles too much,” a fact puntuated with a sip of her tea. “ but not for the right reasons. I much prefer to see him serious, to be frank, it… suits him better.” That is to say, she’s never quite gotten a handle on his moods. “Well, I’d just pray for him and see what happens. I find it hard to believe you’re the only one irritable to him. “
❝ No, I think he’s got a list at this point. A very long list, in fact. ❞ She wouldn’t be surprised if Gabriel actually did have some sort of list of angels who upset him. He was very meticulous, that one, always seeming like he knew exactly what was going on, which was more than Ariel could say for herself. ❝ Sometimes I think he’s got a bone to pick with everybody upstairs. Always seems like nothing’s good enough for him. ❞
Pray for him. What a funny thought. Angels praying for other angels. Ariel had never tried it herself, though she figured someone, somewhere must have tried it. She’d been through Prayer Collection Dept. once or twice, always just passing through, but it was still odd to see the place where everything came in. A few angels liked to say that they usually got forwarded to God’s personal cell phone, and that idea too was rather funny.
It was true, also, that everybody in Heaven did smile too much. That was why she’d always like Zaphiel --- What you saw was what you got. She felt no need to fake that sort of thing. That was why they’d always gotten along, even if they didn’t often get chances like this to see one another.
Ariel took a biscuit from the plate at the center of the table, breaking a corner piece off methodically. ❝ Do you think things will ever go back to normal up there ? Especially after all this kerfuffle with the Antichrist and the thwarted Apocalypse. Seems everybody’s just too shaken up to go back to whatever we were doing before. ❞
( 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 / 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 )
“WELL, I’M NOT A MARRIAGE GUY, MYSELF.” He’s entirely oblivious to her judgement, and just keeps talking. “Hey! My ex-wife really misses me. But her aim is gettin’ better! Haha! But seriously, though, she murdered me. You wanna see the hole?” No chance for her to respond; he’s already lifting up his shirt to show off the hole that goes straight through his chest, a remnant of Lydia’s Bad Art Murder. “Go on, stick your hand through it.”
Well, that’s certainly a sight. Murdered ? If he was really a demon, that ought not to have done much but slowed him down for a while. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly dealing with a garden-variety sort of demonic being. Hesitantly, though, she reaches one hand forward and pushes it through the hole --- Nothing. It was real ! How strange. Maybe he kept it around for novelty. He certainly seemed to the type to be fascinated by those sorts of things. ❝ Can’t say I’ve seen anything like that before. Can’t you fix that up ? ❞
❝ Sometimes it feels like wherever I go, Mary Ann Briggs is trailing close behind. ❞
( 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐗𝐆𝐄𝐍 / 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 )
❝ you seem to be over thinking things a bit, but don’t worry, it’s fine. i do like being pet & you’re fine to ask. people can act quite condescending though so i appreciate the caution. but why? did you want to pet me? ❞ he wasn’t sure if it was her testing the waters or her simply asking out of curiousity but he was fine either way.
❝ Yes, I did. ❞ She can’t help but view him as a bit of an oddity, but then again, who wouldn’t ? Still, she was sometimes worshiped on Earth as an angel with domain over animals, and although that wasn’t technically her actual position, she still felt a certain fondness for them that went beyond the standard ‘love for every one of God’s creations’ sort of feeling. Leaning down a bit to pet him, she smiled. ❝ You must have someone who takes good care of you. You’re very soft. ❞
Triphel wasn’t somebody Ariel saw on a regular basis --- although honestly, she didn’t really see any other angels on a regular basis. That was the price she had to pay, she supposed, for the mostly unregulated existence that working in data collection afforded her. Still, that didn’t mean that being able to see another angel was an unwelcome sight. On the contrary, Ariel was practically beaming. ❝ What would you say to a spot of lunch ? My treat. It’s been at least a few hundred years, hasn’t it ? ❞ | @andholy
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Jenna Coleman attends The Summer Party 2019, Presented By Serpentine Galleries And Chanel, at The Serpentine Gallery on June 25, 2019 in London, England (Source: Getty Images Europe)
