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pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 

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rotgrasp replied to your photo:

wow your art is really beautiful!!!

✝[ thank you :3 i’m a little rusty i hope to draw more frequently ]✝

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✝[ forgive phone pic i’m too tired to finish this off digitally rn -__- but here is how i imagine fiore looks normally ft. artfully draped cloth 👌 he doesn’t have headwings just extra fluffy feathers ! ]✝

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“★*ﾟ‘ﾟ･ Jim Henson’s The Storyteller Sentence Meme (part three) ･*ﾟ‘ﾟ ★

“When people told themselves their past with stories, explained their present with stories, foretold the future with stories…the best place by the fire was kept for…The Storyteller.”

Change pronouns/phrasing/tense/etc as needed!

The Soldier and Death

“You’re a good man who deserves a better whistle.”

“An ugly thing, but remarkable.”

“Now the devils have it for their card games.”

“But that’s folly!”

“I collect teeth!”

“But howsoever life smiles on us, the last laugh is reserved for death.”

“A man in black comes to measure a coffin.”

“Now where the devil’s that devil of mine?”

“Ooh, quite nice black flowers!”

“I’ve come too late.”

“Death needs a new friend.”

“Good, eh? Death, a prisoner.”

“A sinful soul comes to surrender his life.”

“Follow the church music.”

“Remember, I delivered you from the furnace.”

“But you see, there is no memory in heaven. Souls forget.”

Fearnot

”What a noodle you are!”

“What shall we do til morn, eh?”

“I don’t like the forest, it’s all shadows.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice.”

“I can tell by the gleam in your eye, you have a sweetheart!”

“I see, said the blind man!”

“You must sleep after a good fright.”

“They have but two tasks; to drown men and to drown women.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You are blessed with great courage, I am cursed with a little cunning.”

“Take a sword. Take two!”

“These are definitely not my legs! Too short by half.”

“You were my first and only friend.”

“Dead again, are you?”

“Shut up and come here and hug me!”

“I’ve been so far, so long and all I needed was the thought of losing you to teach me what fear was!”

A Story Short

“What will I do when there are no more stories in me?”

“What use is a storyteller without stories?”

“A fool eats his last potato, a wise man plants it.”

“Everyone knows, beggars are never what they seem.”

“I am a teller of stories, a weaver of dreams.”

“I can fight dirty but not fair.”

“I am not domestic, I am a luxury and in that sense…necessary.”

“What more could an artist want? Food to eat, money to spend and his audience awake.”

“I should have said no but the gold glittered.”

“I loathe entertainers.”

“I am a beggar, sir. It is my business to smell.”

“Here you are, you ratbag.”

“I’ve been dreaming, none of this happened.”

“I have no story to tell.”

“He’d given me a story.”

“So that’s how a story was lost and then found.”

“You know how it is in stories.”

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proinsiasthevamp:

Cassidy raised an eyebrow, he had never really thought of himself as a human with an illness. Frankly he had never really thought of himself as human, even before he was changed but that was probably something that needed to be addressed in therapy, not in a conversation with an angel. 

This whole thing was fascinating though. He had always thought he’d be the strangest thing walking the planet but Fiore was talking about things that were way beyond his understanding. “Gabriel, is that that bloke that told Mary she was knocked up?” 

Fiore mimicked his expression, finding the motion oddly satisfying. "They do loads of stuff. Come down to Earth telling people to stop sinning, mostly."

The concept of a non-Deblanc person seeming interested in what he was saying was unusual, but not unpleasant, so he continued with more enthusiasm. "They're a big name but it's really like -- boring when you think about it, right? Just being Gᴏᴅ's errand runner all day? Humans aren't any good at listening, neither. No offense."

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fightersuggestion :

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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                                                   𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

          𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕               𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆

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do i still taste of war? can you still feel the battles on my skin stitched across my back am i still rebuilding bone by fragile bone?

what does forgiveness taste like? (r.n.)

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                                   IT’D BE AN HONOR TO                                         EVOLVE WITH YOU 

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@praecher:

❝    maybe━━━    ❞          a growl,   the rebuke comes sharp,   UNINTERESTED as he takes in the extent of the    (   acceptable   )     damage :   it’s not like he never had worse,   either.          ❝    but   i   can’t   ‘xactly   stay   here   either,   can   i  ?    ❞          GOD’S MISSING !!!     &  oh,   if only that was just it !          ❝    seem   t’remember   we   got   you   to   thank   for   the   SAINT   bein’   hot   on   our   trail,   deblanc.    ❞

"Fiore," he snapped, mouth pressed in a brittle line. "Deblanc was the other one."

He glanced over Jesse's injuries coldly, like he was reading a particularly boring newspaper, nudging the other man with the tip of his shoe. "On second thought, why don't you get up and make it worse? That's something you're brilliant at, isn't it? Preacher." the title was punctuated with another nudge, less gentle this time. "You're bleeding on my floor."

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Character Detail !

[ GENERAL ]

NAME: Fiore NICKNAME(S): the sweet one AGE: “young” SPECIES: Adelphi (administrative / bureaucratic angel)

[ PERSONAL ]

MORALITY: lawful good by default (chaotic good by nature tbh) RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Christian, also by default. he doesn’t really think about it SINS:   envy  /  greed  /  lust  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  pride  /  wrath (well, violence) VIRTUES:   chastity  /  humility  /  charity  /  diligence  /  kindness  /  patience  /  temperance PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: care for Genesis (and Deblanc) LANGUAGES KNOWN: varies depending on where he is ? heavenly google translate SECRETS: probably an actual parent of Genesis SAVVIES: very good at breaking things !

[ PHYSICAL ]

BUILD:  scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  fit  /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average  /  muscled HEIGHT:  6′1 (human), 8′2 (angel) HAIR: sandy blonde and kept very short SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: none (since he never stays in an injured body long enough) ABILITIES / POWERS: reinvigoration, technically immortal, direct line to Heaven, high pain tolerance !? RESTRICTIONS: can’t tell outright lies (withholding information and being tricky still possible), terrible shot, unconvincing grasp of human mannerisms

[ FAVORITES ] 

FOOD: junk food (but not sweet things), burgers, honey, gummy vitamins DRINK: black coffee, hot sauce PIZZA TOPPING: exclusively pineapple COLOR(S): light blue, gold, white, anything iridescent MUSIC GENRE: lullabies and the most boring church hymns imaginable. jazz and classic rock more recently BOOK GENRE: romance MOVIE GENRE: slasher horror films SEASONS: spring SCENT(S): ozone, lilies, that weird antiseptic hand soap in hospitals

[ FUN STUFF ]

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: never (he assumes this is definitely some kind of sin) LIKES BAD PUNS: when he understands them ! CURSE WORDS: a fair few but uneasy about using “damn” (especially The Full G*d D*mn)

TAGGING: @proinsiasthevamp , @anthologees , @vamptrampbamf , @riastartha , @riightbastard , @cllgood , anyone else who wants to !

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riastartha:

“I’m called Cúchulain,” He answered as Liath Macha stopped circling. Culann’s hound according to the language of this country. It oddly suited him, there was certainly something wild and animal-like about his odd features. 

“And what are you? You look like one of the old gods who the Tuatha dé Danaan chased into the sea with all those eyes of yours.”

Fiore furrowed his brow in thought like a child trying to recall their address, eyes flicking back and forth. "Oh! I see. You do seem kind of -- wolfy."

He held a hand out to shake expectantly, the motion leaving ripples in the air like a smeared painting. "Well, officially I'm Aɴsɪᴇʟ, ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏɴsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ. or Tᴇᴍᴇʟᴜᴄʜ, ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇʀ." His wings rustled at the titles, feathers fluffing up smugly. "But those sound a bit stuffy. Call me Fiore."

The shifting cast his halo more clearly in view, shaped somehow both like a ring and a circle, brilliant both like gold and cut glass. He tapped it absently. "Angel. Not a god. Definitely not the Gᴏᴅ either," he added, a little haughtily, "and we don't keep many books on the other sorts, no offense."

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Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

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✝ [ i like to imagine adelphi are a little smaller than seraphim and don’t have the six wings but do have the eyes covering their body (it would make sense since they’re bureaucratic / administrative / “keeping an eye” on things lmao) and i think fiore as his angel self is no shorter than 7 or 8 feet tall probably 

i don’t have like any comics knowledge btw abdkfsjgfd i’m basing it off what i know about biblical types of angels. maybe he has four wings and four faces like the cherubim, since they’re “wisdom” angels ? ] ✝

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riastartha:

          Liath Macha circled around the stranger, the horse huffing in something like dislike or fear. “Why should I not? You might have been one of Medb’s men or foolhardy adventurer. Then I would have had your head to carry back with me to my Uncle’s hall,” Cúchulain said falling silent when the man said he had thought he might be human. Yes he’s known that in his bones since he was a boy hasn’t he? And it’s a frightening thought. Somehow more dreadful than all the other patchwork rumours he’s heard since boyhood about who his real father was. “Do you know something then I do not stranger?”

              He frowned. “Pagan? You one of Rome’s then? And no I’ve not the time, other than it being a little past sun up and the end of my watch.”

As the horse circled his body bright eyes opened lazily across his skin to follow the motion, each one sliding seamlessly shut as soon as the pair passed its line of sight. Fiore lounged back against the nearest tree, his wings gently brushing along the ground, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples in a strangely human gesture. "Rome?" he muttered to the air. "They've put the wrong year in again. Oh, I'm having a word about this when I get back."

He opened one eye --this one on his face-- to watch Cúchulain for a moment, taking in the man's appearance. He didn't feel like a human, but he also didn't feel quite not-- and besides, seven was a number Fiore trusted.

"What's your name, then?" he asked, the harmonies in his voice humming more pleasantly this time. "That's something you know that I don't."

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“Bloody hell, I hadn’t even thought about that. So normally you’re not….human looking right?” He half asked half stated. “That’s got to be weird…..wait…blinding?” Cassidy raised an eyebrow. 

“Right I gotta know exactly how many people you’ve blinded and the precise details of how cause that’s got to be the most freaky thing I’ve heard yet.” 

"Why'd I be human-looking normally if I'm not a human normally?" He stared at Cassidy with unnerving intensity (blinking was still a new concept), gesturing vaguely in his direction. "It's not like you. You're just a human who got -- a condition. An illness. You know."

Realizing that might be an unheavenly thing to say Fiore faltered a little, letting his hand drop. "Anyway I'm usually MUCH bigger," he continued. "Get mistaken for a seraph all the time, you know. Even without the extra fiddly wings. And someone once called me Gabriel, too."

He glanced at Cassidy smugly, like that was supposed to mean something. "Well -- By accident, I mean. But still."