#Asariel

[moonlit-falling]

Angels and computers have compatible software btw. They're made of the same stuff. My halo is filled with circuitry, and your memory stores are made of light.

[thecoffeerain]

Asariel, the little star for @saintlethanavir

[kaizuart]

Sometimes it's self care to draw your oc collecting members of the polycule a la the ending theme song of Bucchigiri.

Here's Fabi and some hearts he's stolen!

[crackerblackjackinkpad]

I'm never gonna get over this thank you so muchhh

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

For my husband @thecoffeerain , happy holidays my love 💖♥️

[felinisnoctis]

Bonded Pairs: Food and Fondness

Zariel belongs to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and Cedric is @sleepyfan-blog's of course. They're a good apothecary duo.

And of course @nightshade-victorian for the bonded boys.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

“Hi, I need to speak to Apothecary Zariel?”  The ultramarine at the desk eyed the baseline human standing in front of him.  They were carrying a large cooler that to astartes senses smelled of meat and bread and onions.  “I have a delivery for some of his patients.” It was late, and the waiting room was nearly empty.

“Please have a seat in the visitor lounge, I will ask him to come down when he has a moment.”  The ultramarine sent a quick message off to the apothecary, who came down to the lounge after several minutes.  “I have a break in my rounds?  Oh, that smells good.”

Robin nodded.  “I made some astartes-sized chicken pot pies for Gerhardt and Asariel, if it’s ok for them to have.  There’s a couple marked for you and the other staff here too.  They’ll just need heating up real quick before you eat them, I made sure to make them in cardboard trays so they can be microwaved.”

Zariel smiled.  He’d already deduced that this baseline was bonded to Gerhardt, and it looked like the bond was settling in well.  “I’m sure they’ll be happy to know you’ve been thinking about them.  And thank you for thinking of us apothecaries as well, I’ll be sure to deliver these appropriately.”

He lifted the styrofoam cooler onto one shoulder and headed back towards Gerhardt’s room, smacking away the hands of some of his grabbier brothers on the way.  “These are for my patients, not for you.  You’re not suggesting that you’d like to take food away from your injured brother-cousins, are you?”  He reached Gerhardt’s room and entered.

The room was empty.  Shit.  He’d just found Asariel and now his other patient was gone?  He sent out a quiet alarm call to the other medical staff, indicating anyone who wasn’t urgently busy should help  him look for the patient, and then rushed over to check on the newly returned blood angel.

The mystery was solved as he opened the door.  Asariel was in his bed, dark eyes burning holes in him.  Gerhardt was slumped next to the bed, fast asleep with his head against Asariel’s chest as the other’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  Zariel sighed and cancelled the alert and called for someone to move Gerhardt’s bed into the room.

“If I keep you two in the same room will you please stay in bed?” he scolded, beginning to examine his patient to ensure there was no further damage from his escapade.

“Yes sir.  I just need to be with him.  Especially when he has his seizures.”  Gerhardt sounded apologetic but Zariel could tell he’d do the same again if they were separated.

An assistant entered with Gerhardt’s bed and Zariel carefully eased Gerhardt back into it.  Asariel scooted over to the edge of his bed and reached a hand across to his brother, eyes still watching Zariel suspiciously.  Zariel sighed again.  He might need to speak to the salamanders about having a double sized bed made.  And maybe see if one of Cedric’s brother-cousins could be spared to keep an eye on these two.

“Robin brought you some meat pies, would you like one?” He said, instead of what he was thinking?

“Wait, why would they do that?” Gerhardt sounded legitimately bewildered.  “You’ll have to ask them later, but they smell good,” Zariel replied, dodging the question for the moment.  “Shall I have some heated up for you two?”.

Gerhardt thought for a moment, before responding “Yes please.”  After another long moment and a suspicious look, Asariel signed “Yes” as well.  Soon the pair were both settled back eating; the protein and carbs would do them some good.

Zariel settled back into his office to eat his own treat, calling Cedric in to talk to him.  The young apothecary gave a very wide-eyed hungry look at the meal.  “Yes, there’s one reserved for you as well.  Come in, I have a favor to ask of some of your brother-cousins."

[malak-ballari]

IᑕOᑎOᑕᒪᗩᔕT | ᔕTOᒪE

ASARIEL — DAUGHTER OF OUR LORD SATAN

It’s well known amongst the masses of Hell that Lucifer and Bath Kol procreated to bring the first descendant of Lucifer into the world, supposedly the heir to his throne. The first angel to be born tainted and in the organic world was all the talk for years. Mysteriously, no one has ever seen or heard from her since creation and her existence has nearly been forgotten by now.

Asariel is eager to deface the image of Lucifer after being born with a strong resentment towards him, hence why she has been tucked away from the public eye. In this piece she has stolen a variation of Lucifer’s halo, which I intended to have broken yet it somehow slipped my mind. Prompts by @ultrainfinitepit and Sanctas seraphina.

[angelmilkdreams]

👼🏽Some prayers with associated angels! For you and for others!👼🏽

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Gabriel - “I pray for signs (for you)”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Samael - “I pray for the removal of all (your) enemies”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Raphael - “I pray for (your) health/healing”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Zadkiel - “I pray for mercy (on you)”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Haniel - I pray for grace (to come upon you)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Cassiel - I pray for temperance (for you)

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Michael - I pray for (your) protection

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Uriel - “I pray for divine guidance and solutions (for you)”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Azrael - “I pray for relief from (your) grief”

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Asariel - “I pray for (your) spiritual vision”

[time-for-a-nap]

i really hope i dont have to "she was always dead/you couldn't save her" to my favorite npc in dnd

[roomselfcontain2]

Small self contained house ideas with bed space room arrangement for ladies beautiful studio apartment to let upstairs with pop modern ceiling design located at adageorge off iwofe road in port Harcourt city rivers state Nigeria

[exhalereleased]

How did I come back from this vision feeling more in love with you? And just so much certain that I'm doting on you, just so much certain that you want what I want to do: even if you're not, I am deliriously devoted to you.

"After a prayer to Asariel" by Acacia Selene

[charon-cries]

made some tweaks to my vampire character's design <3 this is val (and asariel) and he's been doing the vampire equivalent of surviving off moldy bread

gore under the cut (his face splits open)

[talasterism]

first artfight attack of the year goes to my dearest friends @saintlethanavir and @thecoffeerain of their Fraanic and Asariel being Adorable and in love <3

[kaizuart]

Lighting practice!

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[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Meant to reblog this before.

Damn these lads have been through hell. Not worth it? Those seem like words that were trained into them and it Sickens me.

Hopefully Zariel and the other medics can help.

Bonded Pairs: Apothecary pt 2

CW: Depression/self-hatred, mentions of past abuse/torture

Language guide: Gothic Battle Sign

More thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for the use of Zariel, I hope I did your boy justice with some difficult patients.

Both marines heard the heavy steps on the stairs to the basement. A voice called out to them from around the corner. “Ultramarine Apothecary Zariel, I was told there were a couple of brothers in need of care here?” As he rounded the corner the apothecary could see one of the marines curled up in a corner under a heavy knit blanket. The other was…ah, on top of the fridge, reddish eyes and bared fangs glaring down at him.

Asariel watched the apothecary’s entrance carefully, waiting for him to fully enter the door before signing to him, not shifting out of a wary crouch on top of the fridge.

Why are you here? And where is here?

The blood angel was in enough control to communicate rather than attack at least. You are on Terra, but in a different time. What year is it the last you knew?

Not sure. Been in the warp a few centuries. Not nearly long as my beloved has been though. Early M42 last I knew. This is Terra you say?

Terra in M3.

Asariel tilted his head for a long moment, considering all this information, still poised to attack.

My brother. Can you help him?

I will try. Another moment of consideration, then Asariel jumped from the fridge to land next to his companion, tapping a message rapidly onto the blind ultramarine’s shoulder. Gerhardt was shivering despite the blanket but tapped something in response, leaning back against his companion’s chest. His breathing was shallow and labored as Zariel moved closer.

An ultramarine apothecary, of all the things to find. You shouldn’t be wasting your time with me.

That’s my job, to patch brothers up. Zariel was getting close enough to listen to Gerhardt’s vital signs. He heard the sounds of twin hearts beating rapidly, and a single lung working to bring oxygen in. What happened to your lungs? I can only hear one of the three. For the moment he opted to ignore the implications of Gerhardt’s statement, other than to mentally file a note to recommend a chaplain.

Gerhardt made a noise that could almost have been a laugh but came out more like a sob. Removed to make me less dangerous. Along with several other things. One hand touched the blindfold covering his eyes thoughtfully. The owner of this place. Can you tell me what they look like? Asairel thinks I’m being foolish. Asariel shot a grouchy look over his brother’s shoulder at that remark, wrapping his arms around Gerhardt’s shoulders protectively. Gerhardt leaned back with a slight smile, nestling his shoulder in the opening of Asariel’s robe. Something about the shape of the robe looked wrong to Zariel - he would need to examine the blood angel as well of course.

They’re young, with long red hair and dark green eyes. When I came here they were wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans and some kind of striped jacket. And sensible boots. Was the ultramarine bonded to this human? Zariel almost hoped so, since it would make his recovery and adjustment so much easier. Especially with a human who was already used to astartes.

They sound delightful. I wish I’d had a chance to know them back when I was useful. They worry too much; they need someone they don’t have to worry about.

Ok so “making recovery easier” might be relative here. I need to take a look at your chest. May I shift the blanket off? Gerhardt nodded at Zariel’s request, even as Asariel looked ready to pounce. Under the blanket he was shaking despite a heating pad and the relative warmth of the basement. Zariel reached out a hand to check on muscle tone and felt Gerhardt tense and try not to flinch.

Asatartes-grade painkillers. He’s in withdrawal. The blood angel signed over his brother’s head. Zariel signed back an acknowledgment. Addiction was more difficult in Astartes, but it wasn’t impossible.

If he’s in withdrawal, and with this much damage, he really needs to be in a clinic where he can be monitored.

Gerhardt pulled the blanket back over himself. No clinic. Not worth it anyway. The blood angel pulled him in closer to his chest, before signing back Will it help him?

He’s stable for the moment, but he needs to be somewhere where someone can keep a closer eye on him. And perhaps also find more answers as to what the hell had happened to these two, but Zariel wasn’t going to say that out loud. I’ll go see what the transportation options available are.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Chatter

Author's note: More of Jophiel in Husbandry. After meeting with Asariel, before meeting with some more friendly blood Angels. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: Jophiel and Cedric talk after getting Asariel back to safety

Warnings: None? LMK If I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis, @undeaddream

Jophiel gets patched up by Cedric and fussed over, with only some more mild scolding. Cedric hesitates then says, “I thought you were going to the Blood Angel Base.”

“I did,” Jophiel says before looking away, “They… didn’t… hm. I don’t want to go back.”

“They reacted poorly,” Cedric guesses, his blue eyes growing dark and a protective growl in his voice as he tugs Jophiel into his embrace.

“Something like that,” Jophiel says, “I might have, kind of, ran away from a Captain Librarian of the Sanguinary Guard when he found out I had wings and he started to yell. Then started to evade and escape several squads of First Born and Terran born Blood Angels and their successor chapters as they hunted me in the forest.”

He pauses and leans into Cedric, “Then I found- or was found by that First Born that Zariel is treating who nearly ripped my throat out.”

“You may have overreacted,” Cedric says, squeezing one of Jophiel’s hands.

“Yeah,” Jophiel murmurs softly, laying his head on Cedric’s shoulders, closing his eyes, tired. “One of the Flesh Tearer battle brothers- when he was trying to find me, I was hiding in a tree above him, said. Some. something that concerned me. But- he didn’t seem to notice me and left. Then another battle brother- a Lamenter also wandered under the tree I was in and said something different that also concerned me.”

“The Reaction of Wrath?” Cedric guessed, “And the Reaction of Obsession?”

“Yeah,” Jophiel says, his eyes closed, “or at least the very beginnings of it.”

“That is. Not good.” Cedric says as he pulls Jophiel in close. His eyes scanned the room for a threat that wasn’t there.

“Yeah,” Jophiel says, “who knows, he might have been, they might actually be more sane and stable than I first worried with their words.”

Cedric gives him a look, “Jophie.”

“What?” Jophiel says cracking an eye open, “I’m joking. First Borns tend to be… unstable, and unpredictable, especially those of the Ninth Primarch.”

Cedric sighs a little and squeezes his brother-cousin tightly, his hearts full of emotions that he can barely understand. Zariel and Cedric, among others, have their hands full with Asariel and his trauma bonded Ultramarine buddy.

Jophiel works diligently with the Salamander and Imperial Fist Librarians. During the course of his duties he heard someone calling out and he turned, curious to see who it was that was calling out to him.

Caution has him eyeing the Flesh Tearer and step closer towards the Base as he thumbs his text-vox and he nods towards the Flesh Tearer Sargent, "sir."

"You are fucking hard to find, you know that?" The Flesh Tearer Sargent says, his eyes glinting redder than a murky brown.

"I'm... sorry?" Jophiel says, "I... don't know you, sir."

"Yeah- you're the Scout Librarian that fucking booked it when Brother Libarian Captain Leonateil Crohnar, tried talking to you- surprised by the feathers on your back, you fucking ran." Sargent Karlan Artezo of the Flesh Tearer's says.

"He had seemed, upset by their appearance," Jophiel says still trying to slowly back away from the Flesh Tearer, who keeps walking towards him purposefully.

"Stop fucking moving. Scout." The Sargent barks at him.

Jophiel instinctively stiffens at the tone of command and stops moving. "Yes sir."

"Good- at least you can follow orders," Sargent Artezo says eyeing the feathered prey in front of him. "You're a cursed bastard, ain't ya?"

Karlan eyes the younger Son of Sanguinius in front of him. He can tell from the way his limbs are slightly awkward- and the slight baby fat on his faces, rounding and softening the angles of his face, that he's rather young.

He's always wanted to know what bird wings tasted like. Jophiel notices the way the Flesh Tearer Sargent keeps looking at him, and particularly at his wings, that has him slowly backing away again.

"Brother!" Another voice calls out, and Jophiel and Artezo's heads swing in the direction of the voice.

Jophiel's other heart sinks, a Lamenter Sargent his jogging over towards him, and he recognizes that particular Brother of the Blood's voice.

"I got worried when you ran off on me," Sargent Rafos Ariar says, he turns and smiles brightly at Jophiel, "Now I see why, hello little Blessed One."

The Fervent look on the Lamenter's face, and the hungry one on the Flesh Tearer's face gives him a really, really bad feeling of what might happen if he doesn't get the fuck away from them.

'Oh by the Bones on Terra,' Jophiel swears as he looks between the two Sargent's and feels... rather trapped, despite neither of them being within arm's reach of him. Yet.

"Hello Sir," Jophiel says to the other Sargent, his training prompting him to be polite and respectful to the older and higher-ranking Son of Sanguinius.

Jophiel had an excellent excuse, "Excuse me sirs- but I am helping some of our cousins move inventory, I need to finish my assignment."

"Perhaps we'll meet again later," The Lamenter says, "Or I could help you move things, young one."

"Ah- Perhaps we'll meet again later," Jophiel says. "Thank you for the offer- but I have to go, sir."

"How convenient," The Flesh Tearer says sourly. From the forward tilt of his shoulders, he can tell that more temperamental Son of the Ninth Primarch was going to do something.

The Lamenter Sargent gently grabs one of the Flesh Tearer's shoulder and said, "Come now- we need to go speak with Captain Ash'val- we shouldn't be late, that would be rude."

"Fine," The Flesh Tearer Sargent says with a scowl, "We're gonna getcha. Brat."

"Don't scare the Scout!" The Lamenter scolds, "It was nice to see you."

"... Goodbye sirs." Jophiel manages to say over the screaming static that had filled his mind.