#ancientguardian

[mudsgirliepop]

Even Gods Have Their Flaws

Check the fanfic out on ao3, it’s in progress tho. The name is “Even Gods Have Their Flaws” like in the title.

[spacegoat4ever]

@ardentglory am i doing this right?

will update as i learn more about your other angels

edit: how did i forget about the other angels????? completely slipped my mind. 

[4thdevil]

since we Fucked Around Too Much so Here Is Where We're At, do Raph/jhin

                ╰ * ship meme - sleeping edition.     /     @ancientguardian

Who is a night owl: both

Who is a morning person: ….both.

Are they cuddlers: touch for raphael is a big no can do due to the effects of such, so no, while jhin is a cuddler from time to time, he doesn’t impose it on raphael out of respect.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: jhin would definitely be the little spoon if they were to ever cuddle

What is their favourite sleeping position: if anything it’d be jhin nestled against raphael’s side.

Who steals all the blankets: jhin

What they wear to bed: jhin would wear pants. i feel like…. raphael wouldn’t really chanGE IN THESE MOMENTS. he probs removes all the jewelry and armor though for sure, gotta make sure his hair don’t get snatched by that shit

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: stares at my hands, would raphael even wear shirts….. bc he wouldn’t fit into jhin’s clothes…..

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: jhin, sometimes

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: jhin

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: raphael bc he thought something was wrong with jhin and he wasn’t responding to his voice.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: they’re both fairly in control of the need to touch each other

[mudsgirliepop]

Interesting human

An old fellow that happens to swoon not one, not two, but three highly powerful beings just for being a goofy pirate

[the-art-eclectic]

Good night, everyone. Sleep soundly.

The Ancient Watcher

smiles down upon us.

“In the stillness of the night, even stone may sing.” — Author Unknown

[wargod-archive]

@ancientguardian / @ardentglory  i’ve cried every night over the past 4 days because of this ship (also michael is there)

[4thdevil]

❛ and how else should i love you— in your way? ❜

     it’s a gentle moment they share together, one that’s always filled with soft words and hesitant but willing touches. with raphael, while he was so stalwart, imposing and silent. these are the moments he speaks more than what he’s used to, but his question leaves jhin in a state of silence. silence that would worry the angel into thinking he had displeased him with such, but it’s far from that as even jhin had no idea how to answer such a question. ( in your way ) he inquires, what other way is there ? and what spawned such a question from their conversation ? he couldn’t understand it, though there was a pause that should’ve ended moments ago.

‘   dear, there is no other way that i require of you to love me. love me as you are now, even when there is nothing you can express to me.   ‘

     jhin speaks honestly, if touch is the only way they can communicate their love, and even then, it pained the angel. jhin would keep to the silence they share in each other’s company. to the gentle moments he sits with him as he plays the piano, or even the violin. even to the times jhin allows raphael to take in the refreshing environment of the forests by his home, if all mean to express his love for raphael without touching. then it was fine by him. there was nothing else he needed.

 ‘   you shouldn’t worry over such things, all is well and nothing you should dwell on.   ‘   /   @ancientguardian

[wllting-blog]

.2/5 ( accepting ) || @ancientguardian

    nights like these got hard for goro. ones where he couldn’t bring himself to sleep, when the gnawing at his stomach kept him just barely on the edge of wakefulness. nights when he’d find himself slipping on pants and shoes and a jacket and heading outside for a walk around. when it was nothing but him and the moon and the street lamps -- the rest of the quiet neighborhood had long since taken to sleep, as goro would have. 

    it was nights like these where goro realizes he’s truly alone. 

    so now he sits on a park bench, half-frozen and solitary. though the snow had long since melted, the ground was wet and cold with its ghost, giving the world a still, dead feeling to it. goro’s arms hug tighter around him as his breath curls in vapors before his face. how he hated the winter. how he hated being alone.