#arkangcl

[soughtknowledge]

@arkangcl liked for a starter !

SHE CAN sense her long before she enters . that prick of angel in the air . there isn't a moment where he thinks of which angel it might be . he knows the difference too well of that particular angelic spark . this is one he doesn't know . and he likes that less .

with suspicious eyes narrowed , he saunters out from the back of the shop . the woman she sees is one unfamiliar , but unmistakably AN ANGEL . ❝ he isn't here , ❞ she hisses . ❝ and he isn't coming back . so SHOO . ❞

[machinecogged-blog]

          ❝   It’s nice to actually catch up with you, Saf.   I don’t suppose you get much free time, especially after...  recent events.   ❞      Ariel could only imagine what the averted Apocalypse had done for the other angels.   She’d mostly remained unaffected   ---   Besides a few terse notes from her supervisors, things on her end had mostly just been business as usual.      ❝   How are things upstairs ?   ❞          |          @arkangcl​

[kerflooey]

Nature documentaries are okay. Real time, multiplayer kind of nature documentaries are great. He’s been watching this gazelle for a couple days now (a pile of prayers has stacked up on his desk but no biggie, they’re probably about lost ‘eye pads’ – whatever those may be – or mediocre things like that), and so far managed to give it narrow escapes from three cheetahs, a jackal, surprisingly strong wind and a rock. What? It’s a cute gazelle. You know the stripe they have on their sides? This one’s looks like a little lighting.

Right now a hyena’s decided to give it a bit of a hard time, and he’s trying to keep the hyena occupied. Nothing too flashy, just a little give and take. Throw a couple obstacles in there. Still, gotta hand it to the hyena, it’s getting awfully close. At a bit of a crucial moment, someone steps in front of his desk, but he doesn’t look away. Whatever prayer they’ve got they can drop it off and be on their way. Go. Go. Shoo. No, he’s not looking away. Okay, he’ll bite. He won’t look away. It’s hard work, when someone keeps staring. Absentmindedly he extends his hand to offer some of his half bitten snack.   ‘Hot pocket?’

@arkangcl ♡’d

[underno9]

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

for those who’ve been hurt … sentence starters

Furfur narrowed his eyes and looked at the other. His senses immediately becoming on edge and making him suspicious.

"Alright, who put you up to say that? Was it that... that Crowley? 'Cause no one gives a monkeys about me being safe and they definitely don't care about me bein' 'appy. So why don't you just jog on and leave me the heck alone."

[plaguebind]

@arkangcl / zaphiel : There’s some loud, unapologetic crunching coming from your bedroom.

' 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐎 ' 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 and slides into the doorway, socked feet upon a marble floor. shoulder catches against the frame with a grunt. ' honestly?! you're worse than pollution ! ' they stand like a parent, hands perched atop hips at the foot of the four poster king ( their paternal habits from the young horseman were growing ). ' no food or shoes in bed, for god's sake ! who raised you ! '

[heavenfelled]

@arkangcl / zaphiel sent : “my priority would be to help my family—and i would have picked whatever side could keep them safest. i hadn’t thought of it as a weakness until now.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, opposite as they were in height and all things otherwise ... but it hadn't always been as such. once, he was gentle. once, he was nurturing. they flicked the occasional pea to trailing ducks, adamant in their pursuit old habits, and all. ' loyalty's not a weakness, zaph. ' could they still call her that? ' but you do keep shite company ; present companion included. '

the other angels despised him on principle, and the feeling was mutual ... but hadn't he once stood among them as friends? as brethren? the familiar warmth of affection for some still sparked between his ribs. ' anyhow - the road to hell's paved with good intentions, BLAH BLAH BLAH. ' no amount of demonic irony is lost upon them.

[xflashbastardx]

☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ( for Crowley !! Teehee !! )

Manhandling starters | accepting send one for your muse to... ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back

How she had managed to catch him off-guard, Crowley wasn't sure. Generally, he kept his head on a swivel, hyper-vigilant. And yet, here he was, face pressed into a wall and both arms held tightly in place by some...angel. An angel he didn't know, didn't even recognize. It was equal parts humiliating and infuriating.

The demon let out a low growl, hoping whoever this was was the type of angel easily frightened by 'agents of hell'.

"You have three seconds to unhand me before I discorporate you."

[xflashbastardx]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye (but gently) (for aziraphale ! )

Manhandling starters | accepting send one for your muse to... ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

Anxiety crept its way up Aziraphale's spine even as he allowed the other angel to guide his face towards her own. Not because she was rough or cruel, far from it---Zaphiel was exceedingly gentle. Kindness radiated off of her in waves, the way Aziraphale believed it should from all angels. It was just that, well...whether he wanted to admit it or not, other angels had a tendency to make him nervous. He didn't play things quite 'by the book,' as it were, after all, and hadn't in some centuries.

And heaven had so little patience for those who strayed out of line.

Best to---what was it that humans said? Oh, yes. Play it cool.

"Zaphiel," he gave her his most amiable smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it? To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"