#An Angels Advent

[bornangelauthor]

IN REVIEW

KALISTA CHRONICLES, BOOK 5: AN ANGEL'S ADVENT HAS NOW BEEN SUBMITTED FOR PREORDER!!!!

To Amazon, Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Scribd etc. (the last four through Draft2Digital.

It's been on my own website for nearly three weeks... and

THERE ARE ONLY 7 MORE DAYS TO PREORDER SIGNED COPIES.

Also, for those who ordered the last book in Hardback, I am sending them out on Monday!

[owlyjules]

Wintertale Advent Calendar Day 24 : A friend

"You are almost there! Have you made new friends along the way?"

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Beatrice Emma Parsons (British, 1869-1955) Annunciation, ca.1897-9

[girlyrafe]

jellycat secret santa.ᐟ

ʚɞ a december to remember

𖢔 notes: kinda lost the concept but still!

── .✦ advent .ᐟ

summary: you and Rafe but each other jellycats as a sort of secret Santa for Christmas but his choice is initially a little questionable.

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So, we’ve all seen that TikTok trend where a group of girlfriends buys each other a thong and a Jellycat that’s supposed to match their personality, right? Well, then there’s Rafe. He’s not a girl, but you still want to see his take on you through the eyes of a Jellycat. So…

“Hey, Ray.” You snuggle up closer to him on the couch, your phone glowing brightly in the dim light. You flip it toward him, showing a video of people exchanging Jellycats like a cute, plushie version of Secret Santa—minus the naughty bits, of course.

Rafe takes your phone with a smirk, already guessing where this is going. “Uh-huh?” he says, raising an eyebrow, like he’s already got it figured out.

“Can we do that too?” you ask, a hopeful gleam in your eyes. “But, like, pick Jellycats that remind us of each other and wrap them up all cute and cosy?”

So, a couple of weeks later, here you both are, sitting on his bed. You’re cross-legged, practically bouncing with excitement like a kid on Christmas morning, while Rafe lounges against his headboard, trying to play it cool—though you can tell he’s just as excited as you are.

Between you two are two bags, overflowing with tissue paper, each neatly wrapped—well, yours is, but Rafe's did his best (there’s a bit of tape sticking out, but it's charming). Your excitement is practically vibrating off you, making Rafe even more nervous than he probably already was, hoping you’ll like his pick.

“Soo,” you start, stretching the word out dramatically. “Soo?” he teases back, mimicking you with a grin.

 

“Well…” You nod at the bags, then hand him yours and take his in return. 

You let him go first. The plush you picked for him is so adorable, in your humble opinion. And while Rafe might not care too much about the plushie itself, you’re sure he’ll at least think it’s cute.

When he pulls the bear out, he immediately bursts out laughing. You watch, eyes wide, as he hugs the soft, coffee-coloured bear to his chest, still laughing. 

“I fucking love this,” he says, finally catching his breath. “It’s perfect. Like… it’s really like something else here.” He gestures to himself, and you're not sure if he's talking about his own personality or... something else, but either way, thank god he loves it.

The more you grin at him, the more his laughter bubbles up. The bear’s name is Bartholomew, but honestly, it’s like he’s the plushie version of Rafe—stern on the outside but secretly a total softie. 

He hands you your bag next, still chuckling. You can feel your heart race with a little mix of excitement and nervousness. 

You tear away the paper quickly, and your eyes go wide when you pull out—wait, is that a goat? 

Your confusion must be obvious, because Rafe’s face turns a little sheepish. He watches you intently, waiting for your reaction.

It’s not what you expected. You thought he’d pick something like a pink bunny or a cuddly kitten, but as you study the little goat—soft and round—it’s growing on you. The more you look at it, the cuter it gets. It’s actually adorable, in a quirky way. 

You look up at Rafe, who’s giving you a nervous grin. “I, uh, I can get you a different one if you don’t like it,” he stammers, clearly worried. “I just thought…”

You interrupt him before he can ramble too much. “Shut up,” you say with a teasing grin, pulling him toward you and kissing him before he can overthink it. His lips curve into a smile as he kisses you back, and for a moment, nothing else matters—just you, him, and the little goat that somehow fits perfectly into this moment.

©GIRLYRAFE

[mammomlette]

MY OWN OBEY ME ADVENT DAY 3!!

Christmas tree decorating with (og) purgatory hallll. I imagine they decorate strictly in December, mostly because my brother used to tell me an elf dies when you decorate in November and I feel they would take that sentiment seriously even if they knew it wasn’t true LMAO

No angel on top of the tree because I feel as angels that would be a tad creepy to see your brethren stuck on a tree

[rainyday-deer]

Mo's Christmas Haz-vent, Day 2 ❄

I won't tell anyone I've been good all year long Oh, Santa, make my Christmas Eve 4 carats, please!

[almondcroissantsandink]

my full piece for @13daysadvent !! It's an Alphonse-Mucha styled advertisement for eternal life, and it was very fun to figure out the color scheme and how to actually design an ad for such a concept :)

[akuryuuka]

Sephiroth after 3 yrs worth of therapy w @chrysopoeia07

[watertribe-enya]

Adamsapple Advent 2024 Day 9 - Wrapping

Adam: You think this is funny?

Lucifer: Oh, I can make it funny, if that is what you want (wriggles fingers)

Adam: Don't you dare!

Lucifer put so much effort into wrapping up his present prettily, Adam should appreciate that more (Lucifer may need to give him some attitude adjustment now)

@adamsappleadvent

[atompalace-official]

[omnomnb]

not to be pedantic but like i don't think that's true raphael. i don't think they're like their old selves i think they just act like themselves because uhhh people change over time?? especially after huge trauma???? especially once they're no longer living under a shitty celestial realm regime????? girl move on................

[inubaki]

Scarf

It was Adam for certain, Lucifer knew it in his gut, but his eyes struggled to comprehend it. In Eden, even at their most adversary, Adam had been young and handsome. As graced by the sun as he was by the angels, Adam had sparkled with a childish enthusiasm that even a dreamer could envy. This man was none of those things.

When the angels had discussed a ‘limited’ lifespan, it had only been theoretical to Lucifer’s comprehension. The garden had been created to prolong human lives as long as necessary until the rest of the world was procured for them as father intended. When Lucifer had slipped the apple to Eve, this version before him had never occurred to him as a consequence.

A withered giant coveted in animal belts, hair strangled in familiar amber browns and foreign grays. Skin marred from the varying conditions and seemed more of withered leather creased among scars. The most Lucifer could recognize were the eyes, but that recognition was not reflected back.

The man gaze leveled with his gaze and dispute the isolation in the vastness of the snowy landscape, he didn’t look surprised. Lucifer’s breath caught in their intensity and he couldn’t look away if he tried. Age was alien to angels as change was slow and stagnant. But it felt only like a blink before the lush meadows he associated with the first man had turned into a mountain. A life was written into every line of imperfection, a story of experiences that drew even the devil to a still.

A life he has missed and would never experience.

“Hello, stranger”.

Lucifer flinched dispute himself. The voice was light in nature but deep and harsh like a tired lion. Those eyes studied him, unbothered by the silence. Sunflower yellows traced along his Lucifer leaving the angel feeling exposed and naked. Still, he could not look away.

Worn cheeks, bitten by the frost, uplifted slightly to an emerging smile. “You gotta tell me; how does one go about making one of those?” he asked and reached out to lightly tug at the end of Lucifer’s scarf. The devil had not even noticed he’d been so close.

A warmth spread rapidly across Lucifer’s face and down his neck before Lucifer could even comprehend the gold flecks in the human’s pupils. His heart threatening to collapse. Oh shit.

Partly Inspired by @lilacwriter07’s old man Adam concept. and partly inspired by old man Odysseus. The most handsome of fate victims.

I always theorized that human Adam was way different than the man we know eons later in Heaven. He’s had a life and it was a harsh and cruel one in the wastes. Every second decision could mean the end of them to the point where all the Eden stuff seems a dream. And people like Lucifer and Lilith seem entirely non-important to the grand scheme of things. That Adam would look to Lucifer and feel only a wisp of nostalgia. But learning how to make a scarf would be handy.

Lucifer is simply enchanted by life worn Adam Prime! -sorry. It’s so bad. Please ignore it. But I wanted to try before I went to work.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Albert Edelfelt (Finnish, 1854-1905) Advent, ca.1890–1905

[girlyrafe]

christmas shopping.ᐟ

ʚɞ a december to remember

𖢔 notes: oh em gee I absolutely love love love this and am super proud of it + interact

── .✦ advent .ᐟ

summary: you make a skeptically Rafe go out Christmas shopping with you to buy others presents and he strangely realises how much he’s willing to do what you want at just a smile

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Rafe wasn’t quite sure how he ended up here—standing in the middle of a store, rocking back and forth on his heels like a lost puppy, staring up at the harsh, fluorescent lights above him with an exaggerated sigh. He was sure he was about to die of boredom. But then again, he couldn’t exactly blame you. After all, you had asked him with that smile—that smile, the one that always made him drop whatever he was doing and follow you, no questions asked.

 

Meanwhile, you were practically glowing with excitement, bouncing from one store to the next in your cosy winter gear, clearly in your element. The joy in your eyes was enough to make Rafe feel like he was part of something important, even if it did involve a never-ending parade of stores down the high street. You were on a mission: finding the perfect Christmas gifts for everyone you loved. And you were dragging him along for the ride.

 

At least, Rafe thought, he was picking up a few hints about what to get you. Every time you stopped to admire something—whether it was a pink heart-shaped necklace, a shiny digital camera, a couple of books that already slipped his mind, a coffee machine (as if he wasn’t already perfect at making it for you), or one of those cute Jellycat plush toys—your eyes would light up in that unmistakable way. Maybe, just maybe, he could use this to his advantage. Though, to be honest, he'd probably need to pay more attention if he didn’t want to mess it up.

 

Right now, you were crouched down in Sephora, your hand an explosion of swatches, each one more colourful than the last, as you searched for the perfect shade of lip gloss for one of your best friends’ Christmas gifts. Rafe stood a few steps away, trying his best to look uninterested, but the sight of you so focused—your brows furrowed in that adorable, determined way—was making it hard to pretend he wasn’t entertained.

 

He thought it couldn’t get any more ridiculous… until you stood up and flashed him that cheeky grin.

 

“Hold your hand out,” you said, your tone half-innocent, half-mischievous.

 

He immediately bristled. “Why? Don’t put that sh—”

 

“Please?” You didn’t even need to finish the sentence before he was holding his hand out like a total sucker, already knowing this was a battle he wasn’t going to win.

 

And then—ugh—something slimy tickled his skin as you applied the gloss to the back of his hand, your eyes narrowing as you studied it intently. He silently prayed for it to be over quickly.

 

And then—thank God—you seemed satisfied.

 

“This is the one,” you declared, practically bouncing on your feet as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the counter, a triumphant gleam in your eyes. You paid no attention to his protests as you handed the gloss to the cashier, practically squealing with excitement as you watched the purchase happen.

 

Before you could even protest, though, Rafe was already pulling out his American Express, swiping it without a second thought.

 

You shot him an exaggerated pout. “Rafe, you didn’t—”

 

But before you could finish, he smirked at you, clearly pleased with himself, and tapped his card one last time.

 

In return?—well, you had your own currency that was reserved for Rafe, and to him, a million times more valuable than money, so you planted a quick, cheeky kiss on his cheek, the kind that made his stomach flip and his ego soar.

You tug him into yet another store, chattering away with that bright, playful energy of yours. "I need to get something for my college professor," you explain, and Rafe blinks, a little confused. "This is so weird," he mutters, because he remembers when he was in college—he never cared about buying professors gifts. But then again, you're you, and you're sweeter than sugar, so of course, you're doing this.

So here he is, trailing behind you as you drag him from one candle display to the next. You're holding up all sorts of scents, urging him to smell each one, and—honestly—most of them don't even smell that great. Rafe barely even takes a deep breath. He just nods along, trying to keep up with your excitement, until—finally—he sees the one that makes your eyes light up.

"That’s it, isn’t it?" he asks, grinning. You nod eagerly, and before you can say another word, he's already at the counter, paying for it like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"It's perfect," he says with a shrug, but you can tell he's secretly pleased—because if it makes you happy, then it's totally worth it.

The rest of the shopping trip was a blur of you dragging him from one store to the next while he sighed dramatically, pretending to be annoyed. The truth, though, was that his ego was practically inflating every time he’d swipe his card to cover whatever you picked out. Whatever the “nonsense” was—he was more than happy to pay for it, followed by his smug smile.

 

And now, with bags in hand, you two were walking back to the car, your arm snugly looped through his, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder as you both made your way through the crisp evening air. You insisted on carrying at least one bag, and of course, he gave you the lightest one—as if he’d let you carry anything else.

 

But as you snuggled closer to him, your lips curving up into that sweet smile, Rafe didn’t mind the bags—or the chaos of the day—one bit. In fact, he thought this might just be his favourite part of Christmas shopping.

 

As Rafe carefully piled your shopping bags into the trunk of his sleek SUV, he couldn’t shake the warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through him. There was something about today—the bustle of Christmas shopping, the way you lit up over every little thing, the soft laughter that echoed between the aisles—that made his chest feel a little fuller, like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

 

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he stole a glance at you in the passenger seat. You looked so effortlessly gorgeous, your head tilted just slightly, eyes sparkling with that mischievous, contented glint. Honestly? It felt like an angel had settled right next to him.

 

You caught his gaze, your lips curling into a grin. “I’ve had the best day,” you said, your voice soft and sincere. “I love you.”

 

Rafe’s heart did a little flip. Without thinking, he leaned across the seat, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and pressed his own against yours in a tender kiss. It was one of those quiet moments that felt like it could stretch on forever, where the world outside seemed to pause just for a beat.

 

“Mhm,” he murmured against your lips as he pulled away just slightly, his hand still resting near your cheek. “It’s been better than I thought.”

 

He paused for a beat, his eyes twinkling with something unreadable. He didn’t just mean the shopping, though he’d never admit it out loud. Truthfully, it wasn’t the endless bags or the crowded stores that made his heart swell. It was this—you—right here beside him, the way you made every moment feel special, even the simplest ones. And that? That was worth more than any gift or shiny new lip gloss.

©GIRLYRAFE

[mammomlette]

Day 12 Simeon woop snow angels

spoilers below cut

[transsexualunderground]

Joyous day