#azrael: angel of death𖣥

[nearly-fxllen]

Just stares at him with her big ole eyes . — @timetoprey

Azrael frowns, and proceeds to haul her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I am keeping you and you are to fight children who pester me.”

[timetoprey]

"i'm staying home to take care of you."

“I’m fine.. “ she rasped, huddled under a bunch of blankets and broke into a coughing fit again . She was not fine but she was being stubborn .

[nearly-fxllen]

“Well, you may not need to make good decisions but you should at the very least try to make smart ones. Anyone would tell you that this was not a smart decision. Also, you’ve made a mess. Are you intending to clean it or at least strip the body to make it easier for the animals to feast? Or are you intending to give me more work to do?”

The angel glared and the shadows behind it seemed to stir to life for little more than a second before settling into their original states once more. Though, he did seem to gain interest at the mention of cults. Then they returned to utter confusion and annoyance at the mention of a dragonfruit explosion.

“A cult? Of what sort? And do forgive me but what in the actual fuck is a dragonfruit explosion? Do people bomb fruits now? That seems idiotic.”

"No one said I had to have good choices in life. even when I did I still ended up in the middle of butt fuck nowhere , so why should I care now? believe me I am not one to feel fear around angelic beings... I mean truth be told... a lot of them disappointed me with their looks... where are the numerous eyes??? where are the disorientated voices!! that is what I was WANTING TO SEE AND HEAR"

Kiiva would sigh as she raked her hair back with her hand a little before raising her brows a little as she pouted for a moment. that was not fun at all... least they liked coffee... she could give them a pass for that

"Mm... well I was born and raised in a cult....mmm.. I hate the texture of turnip when it is cooked. my favorite drink is Dragonfruit explosion "

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Starter for @lettherebemonsters

Azrael wasn’t sure what he was doing. Well, it knew what it was doing, it was knocking on Adam’s door to ask for advice. But Adam? Of all people to request guidance from was Adam really who Azrael should go to? Of course, Adam was high ranking and another angel, but he was also quite loud and Azrael wasn’t prepared to deal with that. Either way they had already committed to knocking on the door, harshly, at that. So there was no turning back from there.

Of course, he could run. But that would have been cowardly and the archangel of death was no such thing. He also could have lied about the meaning for the surprise visit. Again however, Azrael was far too prideful for that. So he simply knocked again, and waited for Adam to come open the door. By the time it began regretting this decision it was too late to change it.

[nearly-fxllen]

His brother cooks odd looking food. Though apparently it tastes good? He is now on his way to try this food.

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🍬: for our muses to go trick-or-treating

@timetoprey

:3

“Okay, you have your bag and costume? Do you have weapons? Just in case. Do you have an extra bag if one isn’t enough for the candy? I can carry the extra bag for you.”

Azrael was filling a bowl with homemade goodies as it spoke, planning to leave out the treats near its office in town for trick or treaters. Though dressing up for Halloween was fun, Azrael didn’t stay far from its usual attire. It was wearing a blue suit with dinosaurs and waffles on it, and carrying a purple scythe. That was about as festive as the angel planned on getting for now. They were more concerned with taking Zephyr out to get candy, and of course, keeping her safe on the night of spooks.

[nearly-fxllen]

Azrael downed most of the espresso before looking back up at Gabriel, never stopping the finger hockey game. He did have deer at home, though they only stopped by for food and the angel never got close enough to touch them. If they were being completely honest, Azrael was a bit afraid of the lanky creatures. Big cats and agressive wolfs? No problem. Draft horses? Totally fine. The timid, long legged deer? They were too odd looking. Too fast. He never quite understood the appeal of them.

“…yes.”

Azrael simply nodded, then went back to drinking his coffee. The caffeine helped; though he wasn’t particularly inclined to make much noise anymore. He could listen. They could play finger hockey. But when he spoke it was beginning to be a pain. He had spoken far more than normal today, and it wasn’t agreeing with their lungs or throat or mind. The angel just hoped this wouldn’t bore their brother too much.

Azzy

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Starter for @brokendreamscreation

Azrael was wandering heaven, slowly sipping a toffee milkshake. He had earplugs in to block out the noise of society, and was looking at the splendid drink instead of its footing. Unfortunately, Azrael managed to walk directly into Lucid, falling to the ground with a yelp and spilling its milkshake.

“Sorry-holy guacamole I’m so sorry-“

He had not intended to converse, but he had also not intended to walk directly into someone. And they certainly couldn’t cuss in the presence of another, it was ungentlemanly. It attempted to clean up the mess of milkshake the fall resulted in. They had gone bright gold, stumbling to their feet and offering Lucid a hand.

“I did not mean to do that-I’m so sorry I didn’t see you-“

[nearly-fxllen]

It’s sinday

My boy Azzy is scared

Torment him

[nearly-fxllen]

It was trick or treating time! So per the custom the Archangel was armed with the peppermint treats! So he starts throwing candy canes at Azrael’s head. Trick or treat!

Azrael yelps, trying and failing to dodge all the candy canes. In retaliation he begins hurling them back, confused but aggravated enough to summon some eggs and chuck those at Michael as well.

“WE FIGHT!”

[nearly-fxllen]

“So simply do not tell anyone I taught you to cuss.”

“Are you lost, young one? You look awfully familiar…”

🦢⚔️ "....uhh..no? I'm..not lost...you look familiar too.."

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YOU HAVE BEEN EGGED

Azrael throws a dozen eggs one after another at Gabriel, some are chicken eggs, some are ostrich eggs. Either way the splat is amazing and Gabriel is now covered head to toe in egg.

@toranoya

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He’s sat in a tree looking for someone to throw eggs at. So far this mission is unsuccessful.

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Azrael had been curled up on its couch when they heard the door creak open. The angel of death looked away from the movie it had been watching to try and see who was entering his home. It wasn’t often they had unannounced visitors, after all. As footsteps sounded out in the hallway Azrael sat up, spotting the culprit. Its adoptive father who had always been loud and rather intense was…quietly making his way to the kitchen?

“…Father? What are you doing”

The angels lungs burned today, and the words came out a scratchy and quiet wheeze. It was enough of a noise to catch their parents attention, though. Azrael tilted its head as Mictlāntēcutli turned and made his way towards the couch and sat down next to the angel. Azrael had always felt small when heart its father, whether that was because Azrael was short or because the deity was nearly ten feet tall was still up for debate. Or perhaps it was because the angel relied so much on the father figure despite being a mostly functional adult.

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He stares for a moment.

“…okay first of all I’m not a virgin and second of all I don’t conform to that anatomy-I think-“

“I should lay an egg just to prove you wrong.”

“That’s it. You’re getting the sex education book.” And he produced a large, thick book from his desk. “Now Azrael when you choose to reproduce, it’s important to remember that you need a mate who is ovulating and can accept your sperm for fertilization—”

[nearly-fxllen]

Azrael has made the executive decision to make a stronger version of the atomic bomb and drop it on God in the middle of heaven. He is so smart and this will definitely not backfire.

“Wait so do I put these wires together? Or are these the ones that will blow me up when they touch? I should’ve gotten a professional to do this…”