#thread ; angel

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Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

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Agender Books To Read For Agender Pride Day

Happy Agender Pride Day! Here are some books with agender characters you should read:

Book Titles:

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta

The Evolving Truth of Ever-Stronger Will by Maya MacGregor

In the Care of Magic by Robin Jo Margaret

Our Bloody Pearl by D.N. Bryn

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall

The Thread That Binds by Cedar McCloud

Werecockroach by Polenth Blake

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feel like threading for this game

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

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a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[kaleidoru]

"I'll make them all pay."

[ratskinsuit]

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I was bored and found a fake tweet maker so I did this. Feel free to repost but please credit me!

I came up with these all of these myself, they are not from incorrect quote generators or other existing tweets. Feel free to use them though!

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El murciélago bañado por las sombras y el ángel de la muerte (Nombre temporal).

Entonces tengo esta idea loca desde hace unas horas.

El Surgimiento de la idea:

en algún momento escuche este concepto de que cada persona tiene su propio ángel de la muerte el cual se encarga de recoger el alma de la persona fallecida cuando llega su hora, a veces cuando alguien enfrenta una situación en la que casi muere, realmente muere por un tiempo o uno de esos momento donde su vida pasa frente a sus ojos por así decirlo pueden verlo.

la mayoría no lo recuerda y los pocos que si lo hacen no hablan de ello.

esto anterior mas un recuerdo vago de un capitulo de un fic de DP donde danny escribe un poema acerca de una platica que tubo con la muerte donde esta le dice que no puede llevarse a danny (aunque no recuerdo si es porque danny es el rey fantasma o por ser un halfa).

La Idea como tal:

de estas dos ideas se me ocurrió lo siguiente.

Danny siendo el angel de la muerte de cass, pero si bien danny es el angel de la muerte de cass el nunca podra llevarla al lugar que le corresponda para descansar por la eternidad y si te preguntas el porque pues porque el destino y la vida se niegan a dejar morir y descansar a ciertas personas.

Por fortuna(?) la mayoría de los héroes son algunas de estas personas y por desgracia(?) un buen numero de villanos también.

la situación es tal que no importa el que o el como pero esa persona selecciona escapara de apenas con vida de una muerte segura o volverá a la vida unos segundo, unos minutos o algunos meses e incluso algunos años después.

el método para que vuelvan puede ser cualquiera pero al final siempre escapan de las manos de su ángel de la muerte.

cass es una de esas pocas personas que pueden recordar a su ángel de la muerte.

aquí es donde por mi parte pierdo el hilo de como quiero escribir ( jaja no puedo escribirlo aunque mi vida dependa de ello) esta idea.

Porque por un lado me encantaría que esto fuera un cass x danny donde los únicos momento donde ellos pueden interactuar y hablar es cuando cass esta en una situación cercana a la muerte pero nunca podran estar verdaderamente juntos por que el destino y las propias convicciones de cass le impiden morir o permanecer muerta.

lo que me lleva a la idea de que cass escriba cartas o poemas para su ángel(?) para dárselos en esos raros momento en los que se encuentran, pero el problema es que cass es demasiado buena para enfrentar regularmente ese tipo de situaciones donde se puedan encontrar.

y por otro lado esta la idea de que sean algo asi como amigos y/o danny sea una especie de mentor de cass desde que ella era joven y escapo de las garras de su progenitor.

ya que cuando era mas joven enfrento varias llamadas cercanas debido a la desnutrición y/o enfermedades debido andar escapando la mayor parte del tiempo de la persecución de david (creo que así se llama).

estoy seguro que existen otras rutas para llevar esto e incluso otros barcos, pero con mis habilidades actuales no puedo llevar a cabo esta idea asique la comparto con ustedes para que agreguen o la usen a su antojo.

Saludos.

tag some people I follow, in case they like the concept.->

@satoshy12 @zylev-blog @bet-on-me-13 @hdgnj @dcxdpdabbles @wandixx

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hi. if you hear about an athlete you don't like getting injured (season ending or otherwise) and your reply is either: -shittalk their performance, character, etc. -accuse them of faking it

-literally celebrate the injury

-make fun of them or call them weak

-literally anything other than basic sympathy or decency.

guess what you're a douchebag who needs to have their sports fan card revoked until you learn basic fucking respect

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Closed thread || @stolasgoeita

Lute had tripped over a rock and fell hard into the sidewalk as she grunted and saw her gold blood seeping out from her elbow followed by a few scratch marks on her forearm. She groaned but managed to scramble onto her feet. She needed to get to safety quickly as there was a group of demons trying to capture her. Not to long ago she arrived in hell but already they wanted her head on a platter.

She could feel the bullets zip by her as she tried her best to avoid getting shot. “Fuck!!” She screamed in pain feeling a bullet pierce into her left wing. Up ahead she saw what seemed to be a nice palace. Picking up her pace she approached the wall and pushed herself up to grab the ledge. With the little energy she had she pulled her weight up and over causing her to fall into the bushes. Groaning in pain she crawled out of them before collapsing onto the soft grass.

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closed starter for @ourcwnside

Aziraphale ought to have felt lucky to have been placed on such an important assignment. Guardian of the Eastern Gate, he was to be called. To be perfectly honest it got a little boring at times simply watching the two...humans (was it?) simply live. There were plenty of moments of wonderment but the Garden of Eden was small. It all seemed quite tiny when one was up in the nebulas at the beginning of creation. Still, he was still in awe of God's creation. She had built something quite beautiful out of nothing.

The angel had sat at the edge of the wall, legs dangling as he watched over the couple who were at the pond conversing with one another. What did they have to talk about, really? He wondered what would become of them. He was told there were to be others, that the humans could create other humans. How clever She was. He leaned back onto his hands, head back and basking in the midday sun when he heard footsteps beside him.

He was quickly pulled out of his relaxation, head snapping towards the sound. A tall figure donned in black. His brows furrowed and he pushed himself up to stand, pulling out his flaming sword ready to defend his humans when-

A glimmer of recognition in his eyes. The hand holding the sword dropped to his side.

"Kokabiel...?"

[draw-ren-draw]

Just playthings...

[iceiclehorned]

The vibrancy of Penacony surely could never be matched.

Countless souls walked about the lively city, exploring the Golden Hour with big smiles, hearts pounding with anticipation with each announcement that was ever called upon the masses of televisions scattered. Seeing so many carefree, happy people in one place was something that Robin revelled in, a sight that truly could not be replicated by many means. Even so, her heart knew that there were things about the Dreamscape that daunted her, doubting the true nature of the Golden Dream that many sold their lives to experience.

As the cosmically known singer wandered through the many side-streets, she spotted a beautiful woman in red, seemingly confused as to where she was. With a relaxed smile, her legs carried her over to the mysterious figure, a carefree nature that seemed to be unending, colourful.

“Excuse me, are you lost? My name is Robin. If you need to learn your way around, I’m more than happy to help.”

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starter: @wifeysaremylifey

[poisonedspider]

OPEN STARTER (Anyone can reply)

It had been no shocker that Angel had snorted the line of coke before he would grace the stage; he knew it would disappoint Charlie, but there were some habits that were not only hard to break, but incredibly needed in order to get through his job. It wasn't that he didn't love his job in some ways, there was certainly a reason he had gotten into the industry and gotten as big as he had, but there were nights where he just wanted to curl up with Fat Nuggets and pretend the rest of the world wasn't there.

Path to redemption or not, he still had money to make, and a contract to withhold. Val probably cherished him so much because he had so much range - porn wasn't his only gig, considering he also turned tricks on the street, acted in films, modeled, stripped, danced, sang...Okay, Angel was really talented and it was going to waste. Not fully, maybe, but he could easily find work probably anywhere else in Hell, not just limited to the Pride ring, and get better treatment.

But alas, used to being a piece of meat he was, and so he might as well flaunt it and dive full in. He liked the attention, that part wasn't an act. He got irritable when people didn't see merit in him, because it reminded him of how worthless he truly was under it all. He had the looks, that much he knew, and so he reveled in the stares. It was important to him, as stupid as that fucking was. He needed that validation.

Which was why any signs of 'negative' emotion were pushed down the minute the curtain opened, showing off the bright lights and the stage he knew how to work best. His pupils dilated from the high, he had no issue using his long legs to strut onto the stage wearing the costume from his dressing room that Valentino had decided the star would look best in tonight. Red always did look good on him, he knew it would rake in the cash, and the hollering just from him stepping out and over to the pole directly in the middle of the floor proved it was going to be a good night. At least financially.

Taking a deep breath, gloved fingers curled around the pole, before the music started. It wasn't hard to hoist himself up at all, being incredibly flexible and stronger than he looked. Plus he supposed that was part of the blessing of being cursed to be a spider demon while in Hell - he could dance and move every which way - upside down, sideways, no issues at all. Music pumping loudly through the speakers, pulsing through his veins and directly into his heart as he started the performance.