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anyways lets all look at this portrait of Lăcrămioara done by @/girlvasectomy okay. you have to

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GODHEAD DEATH SENTENCE: MY BROTHER IS HAPPY I'M ALIVE SO I WILL TRY TO BE HAPPY TOO

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It’s Wednesday, September 29th, 2021, and in one of the most beautiful luxury condos near Central Park, The Archangel Michael is fighting for his life in the trenches of his own birthday dinner.

Well, birthday wasn’t the right word. It was Michaelmas; a date humans invented to praise him in the West (he’d be in Moscow on November 8th for the East) and through their belief it became his birthday. Funny how that works– Angels feed on worship, so the holidays of man often became the holidays of angels.

It’s not the first Michaelmas he’s celebrated on Earth; going undercover at human celebrations was his tradition when it was still a Holy Day of Obligation. But today his Earthly home was packed to the gills with people he did not invite– because those of the Lower Realms couldn’t get past Peter without a pass, and because Michael did not want these people around him, he wouldn’t have issued any. He levels another nasty look at the back of his brother’s head– Raphael had suggested it for the sake of “convenience”, but hadn’t told Michael it was the convenience of setting up a surprise party beyond the simple family dinner he wanted. Michael’s arm snaps out to rescue the books on his coffee table from being swept off by a swinging tail– which gives him a mouthful of blue fur when he bends over to straighten them.

“Oh!” The owner of the tail, his brother’s demonic wife, looks at him and does not move. “My apologies, Michael. Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Don’t talk to me.” He crinkles his nose at the perfume she used to drown out the coppery smell of Greed. Her smile tightens, fingers twitching with the urge to push the books right back off– but it’s his birthday.

“So I’m there, eh, you know, with this guy– he is putting his pants back on, right? Putting on his little pants and me, my Leopold has left me voice messages– Michael!” One of the few people he did invite prances over with the clumsy excitement of a puppy that hasn’t grown into its lankiness despite somehow carrying a silver platter above her head with a graceful spin. He had invited Lacramioara for one reason: Nobody knew how to make roast goose like a 15th century peasant with access to a deep fryer, even if said peasant had brain damage and the personality of a manic-depressive methed-out Malinois. 

“Is that…?” The voice comes from the one person feeling more awkward than Michael at this party: Their newest brother, Rubén Erendirani Cuini Dominguez in life, now the Archangel Gabriel. Adopted, offered a transcendent afterlife in return for taking on the duties and name of God’s favorite suicidal musician.

“Real?” Michael rips a leg off and bites into the succulent flesh. “It is. Eating it won’t provide you sustenance, but it doesn’t hurt. It just burns up in our core.” Michael pats his own chest, and the man nods, timidly taking the other leg that is so eagerly offered to him by Lacramioara. Michael takes the seat next to him out of something akin to pity, sinking into the plush white cushion.

“Are you alright?” he asks, despite his nature. He’s responsible for him being here, after all. Not just at the party. Creating these born-again angels was Michael’s responsibility, and if Michael were someone who felt guilt, he might feel guilty about bringing this Gabriel into a world where angels suffer and die like any other animal.

“I didn’t expect this, is all,” he laughs. Michael watches Lucifer try to teach one of his brothers how to ‘throw it back’, bathed in the lights from the city below.

“I didn’t either,” he reaches for a napkin on the table. “I should punt Raph into Hell for this.”

Gabriel’s eyes widen.

“That’s a joke,” Michael clarifies. “But I don’t like people in my house.” Gabriel shifts his weight, gloved hands fiddling with his sleeves. 

“I can leave?”

“If you want,” Michael shrugs. Another moment passes, and he rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t mind if it’s family, though.”

“...Well, before I go, I want to see you open your gift,” he says. Michael’s expression prompts him to gesture to the high-stool bar in front of the windows, where a few gift bags have been placed out of the way.

“Don’t give me offerings,” he says. “It’s idolatry.”

“It’s not an offering,” Gabriel says, painfully human. “It’s your birthday.”

“Well, technically, I wasn’t born on this particular date…” 

“If they’re separate things, then consider: March 25th, December 20th, and July 30th.” Michael tilts his head and Gabriel continues. “That’s the feast of Gabriel, my birthday, and the day I was reborn. So I’d get three.”

“You get one.”

“So this is your birthday, then.” Satisfied, he crosses his ankle over his knee. “It’s not a bad thing to celebrate you being alive, is it?”

“Mitchy, come on!” Raphael calls him from across the room, holding the blackberry-almond upside down cake Michael’s sister-in-law had bought from the boutique bakery he liked, despite her nature. She was carefully placing candles around the rim. “Let’s party like people do!”

Michael sighs, stands, and wipes his hands on his work slacks even though it’ll stain. He can’t help the small smile on his face, nor does he want to.

“Hey, want to see something cool?” he asks. His littlest brother nods, and Michael pulls his halo down from behind his head. “Hey, Raph, I’m gonna light it from here! You–” he looks to Mammon and graces her with a warning, despite himself. “You may want to step back.” The rim of fire around the halo flares to life when he strikes it against his leg like a match, and when he’s sure his brother is watching, he sends it spinning towards the candles with a flick of his wrist; knowing that Raphael would be there to catch it at the end of its arc.

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making ref boards for if i ever wanna get more comms for mia.....mostly bc his pinterest is too full of gore and sex for me to just send it off to artists LOL

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and for other musical red flags for lacramioara:

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behold the visage of greed

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should be at the club: lacramioara, gabriel wants to be at the club but incapable of being at the club: pluto would hate the club leave them alone: leopold, raphael, carmen, michael is at the club: johnny, cross, virtue

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Hello there and, welcome to the final installment in the 2021 edition of Gaming Horrors in The Dimension of Spookiness! And, what better way to end the series than to take a look at a game based on the 2004 movie, Van Helsing. As the tour comes to an end, the Bandito himself faces against the trio of monsters, Frankenbob, The Manwolf and, Dracula! We've walked through the Forest of Zombies, had a short visit with the Grim Reaper in Lucille Haunted Manor, had another walk through the cemetery, went on tour in ScreamLand, and now, we will be going to the spooky church. But, what evils might lurk here tho? I hope y'all have a Happy Halloween this year! 🎃 

This video will be reuploaded with Lori's finalized voice later. I had to upload this vid as soon as possible so that it would leave me with enough room to do my advent calendar videos this year. This video uses a placeholder voice for Lori until the finalized voice comes in. Also, I had to reduce this video to 2.5K due to the 4K version being too hefty for our internet connection to handle even if it's converted using Handbrake. 

Here are the tracks listed 

Sega GT 2002 - Tough Roads Ahead 

Bram Stoker's Dracula (Sega Genesis) - Vampyre Book (Credit goes to DUSTINODELLOFFICIAL for uploading the majority of these tracks on YouTube) 

Batman Returns (Sega Genesis) - Act 1-2: Gotham City Part 2 

Bram Stoker's Dracula (Sega Genesis) - Boss Theme 1 (Credit goes to DUSTINODELLOFFICIAL for uploading the majority of these tracks on YouTube) 

Aero Fighters Assault - Fortress 

Aero Fighters Assault - Lar 

Aero Fighters Assault - Pandora Super Mario 64: The Lost Music - Wet Dry World Beta (Credit goes to Dave for uploading this track on YouTube)