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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ ANDREW’S BLOG IS OVER THERE NOW !!! }#{ self - promo }#{ queue }#{ promo }

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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ ANDREW’S BLOG IS OVER THERE NOW !!! }#{ self - promo }#{ promo }#{ queue }

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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ ANDREW'S BLOG IS OVER THERE NOW !!! }#{ queue }#{ self - promo }#{ promo }

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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ i moved andy's blog to here!!! }#{ self - promo }#{ promo }#{ ooc }

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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ good ole friendly reminder that andy's blog was moved #& is now located over on there! }#{ self - promo }#{ promo }#{ ooc }

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❝ Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. ❞

#{ self - promo }#{ promo }#{ andrew's new blog is over here!! :~) }#{ ooc }

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

i’m moving this loser to a new blog.

#{ it's time for the meme to make an active return }#{ because i'm a fucking idiot who decides to make all his blogs active :)#right before school starts back up }#{ ooc }

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Quick doodle of Joel, the banished Archangel who used to sit where Gabriel does now.

#❝ he loved me with frozen arms ; soul ; { but never a frozen heart } ; ▍#{ andy sitting there & screaming off the top of his head & crying }#{ my art }#{ ooc }

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doodle oodles of my ocs ( angel edition ) :~)

#❝ artificial { inside & out } ; ❥▕#{ my art }#{ queue }#{ andrew ofc & then gabriel #who is over @#sanctustribus #alongside mikael & rafael uwu }#{ ooc }

arcusariel.

A smile swept across once serious features. Hands releasing him. Tucking back behind her. Large wings unfolded and fluttered, before resting into their relaxed state.’ Wonderful!’ Fingers clasped together. Bouncing on the balls of her feet. In a sweeping motion her arm tucked into his and pulled him beside her. ( Ariel mothered all. Ariel did truly love all. Until those who hurt her own were met ) She began to walk arm in arm with him. Keeping him close to her.’ We should think of a refreshment as well. What goes good with honey buns?’

Shoulders doth fall lax ‘pon seeing that smile, the synthetic divine always so terribly unsure whether or not a higher up would be stern or opposite. With hardly any time given to response, he was so suddenly hooked by the arm & pulled to her side; his own wings ruffled & then pressed to his back, bending at angles which to him came painlessly. ❛ Ahh . . . maybe iced tea? Or a lemonade of some sort? ❜ Trying to remember which lines he shouldn’t cross ( simply because he was of a lower rank ), the angel was also quite keen on being as friendly as possible.

#{ aNDY IS JUst so enamored w/ the higher ups }#{ except mikael b/c andy is terrified of my archangel mikael muse }#arcusariel #❝ verse; { original } ; ❥▕

eleftheryiias.

ooc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SMOL ANGEL CHILD. ;u;

HE SAYS THANK YOU & GIVES YOU LOTS OF FACE KISSES

#eleftheryiias

arcusariel.

Wings drooped down, white tips scraping against the ground. Turning brown from the dirt. ( That didn’t bother her ) The other was in her sights and over she went. Hands reaching out to rest onto their shoulders. Leaning tall frame down. She looked serious.’ —— Today feels like a special day but I must ask this important question.’ Hand reached up to brush over their bangs.’ Do you wish to sit with me and celebrate with honey cakes?’

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Despite the mannerisms of which made him o’ so polite / kind, the angel couldn’t help but seize up whenever he was presented with someone of whom was in the higher ranks. ( even when he was so friendly with rafael & gabriel, to be around them always robbed him of his breath — as was the case with her. he could only ever hope to be so holy. ) His own wings ruffled, the appendages bristling to convey an excitement before arching downward into a sweeping curtsy — a bow to show respect, considering he thought not to move with her arms ‘pon his shoulders. ❛ U - uhm, I would love to, yes! ❜ How could he possibly say no?

#arcusariel #❝ verse; { original } ; ❥▕#{ andy: / internal shrieking }

Although partially groggy from getting up early to do errands, it's a good thing she managed to muster up enough energy to visit Andrew for his birthday. A travel mug with coffee in one hand and a present in other hand, she pressed the doorbell with her elbow. "Andrew!"

Stumbling to the door ( & nearly tripping in the process ), the angel could sense exactly who was on the other side long before he even got to the entrance of the house. Quick to swing the door open, his grip ‘pon the doorknob was the only thing which kept him from latching onto the woman ( & thusly knocking everything from her hands ). Bouncing from one foot to another, a wide smile permitted a view of the dimples ‘pon his cheeks.

❛ Hello! Come in, please!! ❜

#{ andy: waits for her to put the stuff down so he can jump onto her & never let go }#impxvidus #{ ask }

"Happy Birthday" he slides a small cake with fruit on it to them as a present.

❛ Ahhh — thank you ~ !!! It looks super delicious! ❜ Accepting the confection with utmost joy, the false divine seemed to struggle with the task of standing still. ❛ Do you wanna share it? ❜

#roguevalor #{ i think if andy has any sugar he'll explode }#rogue valor #{ ask }

celenegrucavaler.

vlad in the bg while dumping gifts into his arms: 388 /nerd/