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mythology meme:Â Â [4/6] creatures or beings
âł Angels
In Christian tradition, angels are divine creatures created for a single purpose â to love and serve God. Biblical angels are fearsome beings, divided into nine heavenly choirs; from highest to lowest, the order reads as follows: seraphim, cherubim, thrones, dominions, virtues, powers, principalities, archangels, and angels.
Fallen angels are often described as devils or demons, the leader of whom is an entity once known as the Morning Star, Godâs most beloved angel â Lucifer.
Skittles and Halos
 Jackie offered Jori a smile when she said he was not cursed. â..I think others would beg to differ.â He offered her a short shrug and listened to the angel. âYou called me an abomination.â He shrugged it off with a smirk but it was empty.Â
When asked about the park however, the boy couldnât help but chuckle. âThis park? No not reallyâŠI donât get out much.â He swallowed and smiled when the candy was passed to him and took his fair share. âMaybe I will start coming on Tuesdays if that is the caseâŠâ He smirked but didnât meet her eye.Â
"Abomination is the proper term." She told him, clearly oblivious to the fact that Jackie apparently found the word hurtful. Â "It is not curse. Â It is what you are. Â There is a difference."
The angel finished the last of the purple Skittles, moving on to the red ones. Â Glancing up with a familiar blank-faced expression, she tilted her head slightly and watched Jackie for a moment. Â "You do not get out of what?" Â Her hand moved to retrieve another candy, bringing it to her lips. Â "I would like that." She told him, a faint smile cracking through her look of apathy. Â
Skittles and Halos
 "It was a joke snowflake." He licked his lips but shrugged at her later question. "Humiliation has a way of finding me. Call it a curse if you wish." He gave a weak smile and allowed his eyes to fall to the table.Â
"Iâd prefer JackieâŠbeen a long time since someone called me RossâŠ" He licked his lips fondly. He snorted at her words and found a smirk brushing his lips once more. "I guess Iâll call you Jori." He gave her a small grin.
"Oh." She said softly; her lips pursing together as she glanced away; admonished. Â "I do not believe you are cursed."
Drawing her eyes back to the man's face, she attempted to mirror the grin he offered her. Â "As you wish, Jackie." Â They had exchanged names and pleasantries, which by the angel's understanding of human culture meant that they must now be friends. Â "Do you come to this park frequently?" She asked him, sliding the pile of green Skittles in his direction. Â "I like to come on Tuesdays."
((It's probably evident from the lack of activity on this account the past month or so, but I've been really struggling with my muse for Joriel lately. Â I feel like none of her recent threads have panned out--which has been for a variety of reasons--and I've been pretty caught up on my other accounts so I have not dedicated a whole lot of time to fostering new plots or seeking out open threads. Â I'd like to change that, though, because I do enjoy this character and I don't want to see her fizzle away from disuse.
While she lends herself well to crack and fluff, I'd really like to get back into some more serious storylines with Joriel. Â So if you're reading this and you'd like to plot, please jump into my ask-box...Or if you'd just like a starter, feel free to like this post!))
Skittles and Halos
 "Oh of course." He replied sarcastically, "I love getting humiliated, proper sexy." He rolled his eyes and helped himself to another piece of candy.
âGlucose moleculeâŠ" Jackie chuckled, biting on his thumb to stop him laughing to hard. "Youâre obviously an angel." He licked his lips and shrugged when asked what he was called. "Ross Brown. But people call me Jackie." He smiled softly. "âŠwhat about you? Got a name, wings?"
"That is very odd." the angel remarked, clearly having missed the man's sarcasm. Â "Do you seek humiliation often?"
His apparent amusement was lost on her, but a small smile did tug at the corners of her vessel's lips when he ascertained what she was, and introduced himself. Â "I am pleased to know you, Ross Brown. Â May I call you Jackie, too?" Â She reached for another Skittle--purple again--and slipped it into her mouth. Â "My name is Joriel, but my human calls me Jorie. Â Or Sweetheart, and sometimes Pigeon...but I am neither a sugared organ nor a pigeon. Â What will you call me?"
Skittles and Halos
 "Ah!" He hissed when flicked and quickly ate the evidence and chewed almost dramatically when she called him an abomination. "Well, that was rude, uncalled for and turned me on slightly." He smirked. "Youâre clearly an angel or a demon." He frowned. "Iâve been labelled a hell of a lot worse sugarâŠ" He took a few of each colour and mixed them before tossing them in to his mouth.Â
Her head cocked to the side, and she regarded him with unblinking blue eyes for a long moment as her inhuman mind attempted to process his words. Â "You find discourtesy arousing?"
One hand reached for a purple Skittle, and she placed it on her tongue before clarifying, "I am not a demon. Â Or a glucose molecule." Â The angel's fingers touched another from the purple pile. Â "What is your name?"
Skittles and Halos
 The trickster smirked as the girl rearranged her food and after a minute of watching he decided to help her and allowed himself to rearrange the candy too.
He shrugged softly. âI dunnoâŠnever thought of it really.â He shrugged and took another sweet for himself. âSo uh, what are you? Iâve never really had a sense myself to work out what things areâŠâ
The angel accepted the man's assistance without comment; acknowledging his help with little more than an absent flick of her finger when he accidentally pushed an orange Skittle into the red pile.
"You should take care to mind your surroundings better," She murmured quietly, pointedly not answering his question about what she was. "There are many like me walking the Earth who would not suffer your kind to live. Â You are an abomination." Joriel added, not unkindly. Â
Open
 "Tricksters are impulsive creatures." He shrugged as if it were a good defence but chewed on his cheek as she stared at him. His eyes slid down to her hand as she pushed more candy his direction. He pressed his finger over one and took it, pushing it in to his mouth and sucked on it. "âŠthank you." He licked his lips once swallowed but didnât reach for another. "âŠhowâd you know I wasnât human?"
"So I have been told." She agreed, patiently sorting the remaining Skittles into color-coded groups. Â "You are welcome."
Her finger stalled as the question slipped from him, and she glanced back up from her task to fix the Trickster with a slightly confused look, shrugging. Â "I can sense it, of course. Â Did you think you could hide it?"
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 "I dunno, Iâm pretty impulsiveâŠmight explain half the shit I do."
"Human impulse is a powerful mechanism; but you are not human." Â The angel fixed the other being with a blank-faced stare, and a quiet moment passed before she slid a handful of Skittles across the table in his direction. Â "I would have shared, if you had only asked."
Open
"Why did you do that?"
Open :: SPN
 "Jusâ a nickname, dear."
Sometimes she really did forget just how angelic - least personality wise Joriel still was. She had hoped after so long that would slowly become more â- âhumanâ. Her fingers brushed Jorielâs hair over her ear.
"Indeed it is and honorâand beinâ a mama is different but Iâve been told itâs rewardinââ. Ya know me, âm still winginâ it. " She smiled and pressed a light kiss to the angelâs brow before she made her way over to Remi, leaning to the side to allow Kam to tussle the babyâs hair.
ââ Iâll make due, Artyâs 7 and I know the boysâWe kind of work well as with the triâparentinâ thing. Ash is good with the emotional stuff, Jean likes ta teach the fine skill of tinkerinâ and repairinâ stuff and me⊠I like ta think that I am half way decent at the motherinâ thing least nowadays.â
Kam rested his head against her back.
âI think youâre okay.â
âYa only sayinâ that cuz I got you a juicebox.â The little boy shrugged and turned his attention to the skittles that Joriel was organizing. Nudging Owens with his foot, she rolled her eyes and moved back towards Jorie. Craning her head for a moment to glance into the backroom to see Artemis asleep on the couch a book on her chest.
Joriel cocked her head to the side as Owens left her side and approached the infant; momentarily pausing her Skittle sorting to watch as the other woman allowed Kamari to pat the baby's head. Â "Lee says that your gay husbands are very doting mothers." She told her, completely oblivious to the fact that Lee had certainly not intended for his colorful assessment to be shared with Charlotte of all people. Â "I am sure that together the three of you will be exemplary caretakers for both Artemis and your unborn."
She back at Kamari, a confused expression flickering across her usually blank face as something occurred to her. Â "If your children have three mothers, which will they call 'mom'?"
Open :: SPN
 "Ya know sometimes I forget ya are a featherbrain and didnât get beinâ human-y 101." She tilted her head to the side before shaking it as she laughed.
"Jorieâs silly, Kam. Donât mind âer to too much." She said softly as she moved to the fridge to get him a juice box passing it over her shoulder to the four year old. Her attention then went to the angel as she looked to at Remi.
"A child callinâ ya mama,mom, mommy or mother is more than that.- Specially if that ainât ya flesh and bloodâ Itâs their way of expressinâ thereâs a bond there. They trust yaâ and he ainât ever called nobody âis mama. He calls me uncle Charlie âcuz his papa is a knuckleheadâŠ."  ââfor the longest time the fuckinâ knucklehead had Arty sayinâ the same damn thing.â She moved to cover his ears momentarily as she was about to curse. Owens had to hold the counter as a round of laughter came from her at the face the angel made.Â
" Jor- look at it as a title- like miss or mrs. but with a deeper value than just a description. Plain and simple, kid looks up ta ya a parental figure." She danced her way back over to Joriel, with the bag of skittles she nabbed from the cabinet. Handing then to the angel before she gave her a 1-armed hug and placing a kiss to her brow.
âOne day, ya might get the gravity of itâ and case I havenât told ya enough as is ya doinâ pretty great at the whole motherinâ thing, even before Remi was here.âÂ
"This vessel's brain does not contain any feathers, I assure you, and my celestial form does not have a brain at all. Â They are typically reserved for organic life-forms." Â The angel explained helpfully, proving once again that she'd entirely missed the point.
She regarded Owens strangely as the woman attempted to convey the finer points of affectionate parental titles; complete with a smattering of curse words that reminded her of Lee's speech patterns. Â It seemed humans had an affinity for bestowing nicknames and titles to explain their feelings toward others. Â "It is...an honor?" Â The angel turned her eyes upon Kamari. Â She had grown fond of the little boy during her time spent at the Emporium, and perhaps with the exception of Charlotte, there was no one there with whom she was closer. Â During one of the most difficult periods of her entire existence, the child had been her constant companion. Â If this was what he needed, then she would return the favor. Â Very seriously, she informed him, "I will be your 'mom', Kamari."
Her eyes widened when Owens dropped the bag of colorful candies into her hand, and she leaned into the hug graciously before tearing the package open and dumping its contents on the countertop to be sorted. Â "The menial tasks associated with human motherhood are challenging," Joriel admitted, glancing over at Remi as the baby fussed in his sleep. Â The nephilim preferred to be attached to her at all times, as if the piece of her grace inside of him were attempting to maintain as close a proximity as possible with its original form. Â It had been nearly two months, but the angel was still struggling with the effects of human exhaustion and relied heavily upon Lee's assistance with the infant.
She returned her gaze to Charlotte, looking pointedly at the woman's belly. Â "How will you manage with two of them?"
Open :: SPN
 "â Little guy just called ya mom, I think that means he respects ya a great deal or he is trying to adopt you. " She laughed picking up her godson. Ruffling his hair before letting him rest on her hip."He innit have one less ya count how doting Asher is." Â
The little boy sided before ducking his head.
"Jorâ just wait til ya little guy is callinâ ya mom it is gonna trip ya up the first couple times." Bouncing Kamari and shifting him so he was piggy back riding so she could move more freely. Owens chuckled making her way around the kitchen.Â
Joriel looked from Owens to Kamari and back again before tilting her head to the side and furrowing her brow slightly. Â Humans were very strange, especially the miniature ones. Â Asher had told her once that the little boy's mother had taken her own life when he'd been very young, and she comprehended on some level that the four year old had been raised by his father in the absence of a dedicated female caretaker--or 'mom', as she understood the term to mean--but the angel was not connecting the dots as to how such a title would be bestowed upon herself. Â
Giving it a bit more critical thought, the Rit Zien's eyes shifted across the kitchen to where Remi's tiny form lay sleeping in his infant carrier. Â Then it clicked. Â "I am a mother." She confirmed, a dull statement of fact. Â "This is why he calls me 'mom'. Â I see."Â
The notion of her own progeny calling her by such a title had not occurred to the angel yet. Â She looked again to Owens, watching as the woman danced around the kitchen with Kam on her back. Â "Will that not be confusing? Â I have been given multiple names already. Â Do I need another? Â He could call me Jorie...or Sweetheart, as Lee does."
Open :: SPN
"...I do not understand what that means." The angel said quietly, pulling her eyes away from the other's face.
The Rules:
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Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 9 new ones.
Tag 9 people and link them to the post.
Actually tell people youâve tagged them.
I got tagged by calamusrue
 Why did you select the character you did (if canon)? (if oc) what inspired you to make this character?
I was really fascinated by the concept of the Rit Zien when that episode aired during S9--And then was disappointed both when the show failed to further explore it, as well as when the SPN RP community here on tumblr seemed not to have jumped on the opportunity to do so. Â So I took an angel character that I'd had bouncing around in my head for some time, and worked her into the mold of the Rit Zien model...added some headcanons to fill in the gaps, and Joriel was created.
A quirk that you the mun share with your muse?
Joriel tends to become easily frustrated when she doesn't "get" something. Â Mun is very guilty of that same character flaw, but thankfully doesn't have to deal with it quite as often.
Do you as a mun have a theme song?Â
Long Time Gone (The original is not by them, but here's the Dixie Chicks version).  Mun has deep country roots, and grew up in a place so backwoods that the local dialect doesn't even qualify as English--not even joking.  Left that all behind to go be a city-slicker. Â
Who between you or your muse is more likely to go on a spontaneous road trip?
Mun, definitely. Â Joriel is not spontaneous at all.
Five song playlist that describes your muse? Â
Gravity by Sara Bareilles
No Light by Florence and the Machine
This Side by Nickel Creek
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
Fallen by Sarah McLachlan
What is the funniest thing that you and your muse have argued about? Like a quirk or behavior your muse has that you as a mun judge the poo out of.Â
Sometimes it really kills me how dense Joriel can be about certain things. Â As a character with such limited exposure to humanity it makes sense for her to be that way, but as a human myself I just want to flick her between the eyes and and be like "you're not really that dumb..."
Describe the genderbent version of your character?Â
Pretty much the same? Â I try not to play Joriel as particularly feminine--she's in a female vessel, but her personality is intended to be androgynous. Â So pop her into a male form and there shouldn't be a huge difference. Â Lee wouldn't be a huge fan, though.
Favorite character in a series?Â
Jaime Lannister. Â I started reading the Song of Ice and Fire series over a decade ago and I feel like he has underwent the most significant and believable character growth of character in a series that has ever 'spoken' to me on any level. Â
If you and your muse were to go out drinking which type of drunk are you guys? The happy,flirty,confessor, dancer, oh shit! hello floor.., I need a nap, or a night in jail drunks.Â
As an angel, Jorie would probably drink me under the table. Â She'd be that type of drunk whose personality is just magnified under the influence of alcohol. Â Mun is a giggle-drunk who suddenly loses the ability to walk in high-heels after a few glasses of wine. Â We'd be really lame.
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My Questions:
What made you choose your muse?
If you could choose a different FC for your muse, would you? Â Who would it be if so?
What would your muse hate about you?
Is there any characteristic that you and your muse share?
What are three songs that remind you of your muse?
What would be the hardest part about trading lives with your muse for a day?
Is your muse someone you could actually see yourself hanging out with if it were possible?
How long have you been roleplaying?
Between you and your muse, who is more likely to get arrested and why?
â for something my muse hates.
The seven year old was giving her an odd look, balancing on a chair to fetch the tin of coffee grounds out of the cabinet that was too high for her small frame to reach. Â Small fingers just brushed the edge, but Artemis couldn't quite get a grip. Â "Miss Jorie, can ya' get it down for me?"
"I will not." The angel stated firmly, standing uselessly in the doorway to the small kitchen.
"Why? Â It's for my dad..."
Joriel shook her head, a spiteful glare shifting over toward the old carafe style coffee maker that was probably a relic from Lee's childhood. Â
The little girl huffed, clearly irritated, "What's your problem?"
Lee walked into the kitchen; still clad in his sweatpants, unshaven and sporting a wicked pair of dark circles under his eyes; bouncing exhausted as one hand absently rubbed the back of the (finally) sleeping infant in his arms. Â The hunter took one look at Artemis and Jorie and just heaved a tired sigh; padding over to reach up with his free hand and retrieve the tin. Â "She don't like that coffee pot, Darlin'..."
"It is evil."
"Sure it is, Sweetheart," Lee agreed halfheartedly.
Artemis rolled her eyes.