imnot-yourangel

[imnot-yourangel]

Model Citizen || Sirius

@traverse-the-stars​

Angel had a job! With a house!

The place was nice, and the more they talked to Vee, the surer they were of their decision to accept the offer, even with very little prior interaction. The girl was genuinely sweet, and the place was nice without being too much to manage. It was removed enough from the main parts of town that Angel could visit the lake or walk through the park when they just wanted to get away for a while, but it was still close enough that getting to the main part of town was still reasonable. They wouldn’t need to worry about being too far removed, and now that they actually had a job, they could participate in town activities without worrying too much about not having money or people asking the wrong questions.

Moving onto the estate meant packing up what few things they had brought with them, and the weird items they had acquired during their time dumpster diving and gotten a little attached to. There was this battery-powered lantern thing that was all kinds of terrible colors and they fucking loved it. The most impractical chair that had been thrown in the alley when someone was cleaning things out and just wanted to be rid of it, and now it was Angel’s and they loved it. Realistically, they knew that bringing the actual garbage they had picked up with them to their new home was stupid and sentimental, but that didn’t stop them from trying to lug the things out of the alley to carry across town. 

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Tw for migraine description

Angel startled at having a button shoved in their face. I mean, they weren’t even old enough to vote yet. Not for another year, anyway. And besides, who gave a shit who was gonna run? Nothing ever changed anyways. That’s the whole problem with government, but still. Sometimes they could hope. Their headaches tended to prevent it, but - 

Jesus fucking Christ, their head.  

Dodging the guy before he could touch them, they looked him over and a memory from Hogwarts way back all those months ago popped back up. Angel fought him at one point, or at least yelled a lot. And he was a dick. And now their head felt like it was gonna split open if he got any closer. 

Trying not to double over, they shook their head, moving away from the man. “Nope. No. No thanks. Can’t do that, and fuck you, too.” Angel wasn’t sure what he did, but it couldn’t have possibly been good if this was the reaction they were having. Any closer, and he would cause actual damage. A ten easy. As it was, they couldn’t focus on anything well enough to say anything coherent or to even be sure they were stumbling in the right direction. They just had to Move.

Shameless Promotion | Open

Now that Hera was running for the board, it was only right for her campaign manager to step it up a little. Support her cause and maybe also tarnish some of the other politicians while he was at it. What? It was a political campaign, not an exercise in kindness. 

So he went out to do something he ordinarily would never do: have flyers and campaign buttons and stickers to hand out while also making Hera shine more than others. How whimsical that he’d do this work on his own. The woman better be grateful.

“Support the finest candidate for the board, Miss Cheralynne Alexander. A fresh face that y’all need to see fighting for your needs. Be free of the liars who say that this time they’ll do better. You wouldn’t want that with a relationship, and you sure as hell shouldn’t want it for your board.” Anthony was shameless, and he held out a button supporting Hera to the next person he saw. “Here…take this to support the right candidate.”

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vampire-with-a-vee‌:

Vee smiled happily, glad that the girl had said yes. She wanted to help and this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.

“Really, the only qualification you need is to be willing to learn with on the job training,” Vee shrugged. “The job itself isn’t particularly difficult, but it can be hard work sometimes. It’s kind of a jack of all trades assistant sort of job, you know? Like sometimes you’d be helping us clean rooms and prep for breakfast. And sometimes you’d be helping out on the grounds.”

She was getting more and more excited, nearly bouncing on her toes now. “Our place is over by the lake, just across the street from that fancy gated neighborhood.” She paused, cocking her head to one side. “If you’d like, I can take you there? Give you a tour and introduce you to my parents—my mom will technically be your boss. But don’t worry, she’s super nice and I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet you,” Vee assured the girl with a kind smile.

She paused, realizing she’d just hired someone without even introducing herself! “Oh wow, I’m so sorry,” she chuckled sheepishly. “I never even introduced myself. I’m Vee,” she said warmly, reaching out and taking the girl’s hand between her two hands, giving it a friendly pat, “Vee Hauntley and I hope that you and I will become good friends.”

Jack-of-all-trades wasn’t bad. Angel had needed to pick up a bunch of weird skills throughout their time in different places. What they didn’t already know, they would be able to learn fast. And most of it genuinely didn’t seem like terrible work. 

Additionally, it seemed like the place was on the nice side of town - of course it would be since they were hiring additional help. Still, having a place of Angel’s own out there? That was better than anything they had hoped for, and some work to keep it was absolutely worth it. Besides, the girl seemed sweet and excited, and Angel would be glad to have a friend.

“Yeah, um. A tour would be nice. It’s good to meet you, Vee.” Good friends, huh? That would be a trick. A welcome one. “I’m Angel.”

Prone to Fall Through || Haunted Angel

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vampire-with-a-vee‌:

Vee’s mind was whirring through the possibilities. She wanted to help this girl get what she needed. Honestly though, a teenager with no credentials? That was going to be tricky. 

She thought about offering to help her get the credentials she needed—her family had a contact in London. How else was a group of three century old vampires supposed to blend into human society? But she figured that might raise questions she was not prepared to answer at the moment.

But then it hit her, Quasi had just up and left without a word, leaving them high and dry with no one to help around the B&B. All the work they’d done to clear out the cottage for him had been in vain, but maybe it could be put to good use again?

Smiling kindly, Vee shrugged as she replied, “Well, I’m not sure there are many businesses around town that fit your criteria, at least no where really safe. However, I happen to know that my family’s B&B could use a little help—our assistant concierge slash groundskeeper up and left town a few months ago and we haven’t found anyone to take his place since then.”

She paused, considering the girl a moment before adding, “And the position comes with room and board, in case that’s something you might be interested in.”

Angel wanted to consider things more carefully than they were about to. Genuinely, it would probably be a good idea to think this through before they just agreed to working for a random girl’s family under the table as well as just suddenly living with them. But this would be a solution to most of the problems they’d had since leaving the system and coming to Swynlake. It would give them a chance to make less risky decisions in the future. And maybe it would turn out alright.

“Yes.”

They didn’t realize the words had left their mouth until it was too late. They really hadn’t meant to agree quite that quickly, but what were they going to do? Stay on the streets, stealing everything they needed?

“I mean. What all would that entail? Where is it located?” Y’know, all those questions that they should have asked before they just blurted out yet.

“Do I need qualifications?”

Prone to Fall Through || Haunted Angel

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vampire-with-a-vee‌:

Ok. This girl knew exactly where she was digging, and Vee was pretty sure she wasn’t doing it just for fun. 

“Ah, I see,” she said with a small smile and a nod, “I suppose that explains why I haven’t seen you there then.” 

Her mind whizzed through the implications of everything she’d learned in the few moments that had passed since she stopped in the mouth of the alleyway. A girl who looked to be the age of her school friends was digging through the trash for discarded food and wasn’t going to school. Vee could only assume she was either homeless and alone or her parents were extremely poor—most likely the former because if her family was really that poor, they’d be able to get some kind of aid. 

“Um—” she tried again, uncertain of how to proceed. She wanted to help somehow, but wasn’t sure how. She decided to just get straight to the point. “I’m so sorry if this is too forward, but do you need help? You’re clearly in need of food and I—I can help. If you’d like.”

Angel weighed the pros and cons of this offer.

On one hand, charity felt wrong. It wasn’t something they could be proud of, and it meant that the girl could call upon the debt later, which could go badly. Someone having something over them was terrifying. 

On the other hand, they could use some help. Doing this was only sustainable for so long, and that time was quickly running out. They needed money so they wouldn’t have to steal anymore. They needed food with actual nutritional value. And, as long as they kept it fairly simple, accepting help wouldn’t be that hard to repay.

As soon as they got a job.

And really, that could be the most helpful thing for Angel in this situation. They could do a lot of things for themself, slip by for the most part, but they couldn’t just acquire money with a job or stealing as the only options. Maybe that could be a more effective way to accept charity.

“I, um, appreciate the offer. It’s really sweet of you, and honestly I would appreciate it? Do you happen to know anywhere that’s hiring right now? Especially somewhere that doesn’t much care about credentials?”

Prone to Fall Through || Haunted Angel

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arthur-of-camelot‌:

Arthur pushed forward again, careful to position his body to prevent them from leaving the store with whatever had been taken. He couldn’t be lenient on that, no matter what position this teen was in. But if she just admitted what she’d done then they could move on. They might really need what they tried to take.

“Come on now. Take it out. You know I cannot let you walk away with that without it being paid for.” He didn’t want to push someone who needed things too far, but he was an officer of the law. If they just admitted to it, then Arthur might just use what he had to properly pay for what she wanted.

He didn’t reach out to grab the kid, as he didn’t want to freak them out and have them take off running either. “You will not be in trouble if you do that now rather than fight me.”

Angel hesitated, trying to get a read on what exactly the officer’s motives were. With no real insight besides that they genuinely didn’t seem like a bad person, they took the deodorant out of their pocket along with the toothpaste and peanut butter. Just things they needed to reasonably exist, honestly, and they weren’t sure what they were going to do if the officer took them.

Trying to figure out another approach to the situation besides running, they considered their options. Really running had been a pretty decent bet, but barring that there was always just trying to weasel out of it. Anything to avoid actually dealing with the officer on the record would be preferable.

“Look, if I leave it here, will you let me go?”

Any Mortal Sin || King Angel

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vampire-with-a-vee‌:

Vee smiled a friendly sort of smile as the girl approached. She hadn’t seen her around town before, and wondered if she was new? 

“Ahh, I get that,” Vee nodded in understanding. “People can be really bad about throwing away perfectly good things sometimes. The sports store once threw out a beautiful bicycle just because it had a scratch in the paint.” She shook her head, shifting her weight to her other leg. 

Glancing up, she realized that this was the grocer’s market trash bin. She wondered if the girl knew that. If she did, then did that mean—she wasn’t hunting for fun, but for necessity? 

“But this trash bin likely won’t have anything terribly exciting,” Vee said casually, shrugging her shoulders. She wanted to come right out and ask, but didn’t want to offend the girl either. “Usually just expired tinned food and wilted produce.”

“So—” she asked, changing the subject. “Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you at school.”

Angel shifted, crossing their arms over their chest as the glanced down at the ground before making stubborn eye contact once again. If this girl was going to get judgey, they would just handle it head-on. No use trying to dodge around it at this point. “Expired tinned food isn’t really expired. It’s just not as good, but still edible. Produce gets a bit more iffy, especially when you can’t really cook it down, but sometimes there are things worth eating.”

Accepting the subject change much more gratefully, they nodded, though the thought of school definitely caused them to make a face. Several people had brought up the idea of school here, and honestly Angel was not here for it. It would require too much paperwork to begin with, but also the social nightmare was not good for their migraines. Hanging out with a few kids outside of school might be nice, but not actually going back.

“Fairly new. I’ve been here for a little while. Not in school, though.”

Prone to Fall Through || Haunted Angel

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: Dumas, Dickinson, Hugo

Angel: i can fuck with dickinson

Angel: and at least dumas wasnt a white dude

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: I don’t mind them being old but Jesus

Ashle: purple prose much?

Angel: fair nuff

Angel: which ones do u like

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: mmm sorry taken

Ashle: I like lit I just

Ashle: hate Charles dickens

Ashle: shocker, I know

Angel: there were other authors that were def better

Angel: like ones that werent from the 1800s or whatever

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: idk who you are but I think I love you

Angel: buy me dinner and we'll see where it goes

Angel: seriously though lit was hell

Angel: only reason id go back is for bio

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: Great Expectations

Ashle: which would be great if Mr. Dickens didn’t get paid by the fucking /word/

Ashle: my brain will explode if I try to read him right now

Angel: boy is nice to old lady, gets rich, grows up, meets the girl who used to be bitchy to him under a new identity, gets to fuck her

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Great Expectations || Ashle&You

Ashle: ugh tell me you did the stupid reading for lit

Ashle: I’ve been so busy I really just don’t have time

Ashle: give me your best sparknotes of it, sweet tart

Angel: lmao this is why i dont go to school

Angel: what book are they torturing you with

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greatiggspectations‌:

Tigg chuckled at the question. Oh, this kid.  Do they happen a lot…well, depended on your definition of a lot, didn’t it?

“If three times a year or so counts as a lot, then yes, a lot.” Tigg replied, tapping her nails against her glass. “Not like every month or anythin’, but. Enough. Tourists actually come here hoping they’re able to be part of our famous Swynlake dreams.”

“I’m sure there are lots of reasons tourists come here. Gawking at the whole spectacle of it all for one.”

Because that’s all Magicks were good for, of course. As helpful as Magick-friendly cities were to the population, Munduses came to study or satisfy their curiosity, like the Magicks were on some kind of wildlife reserve and the Munduses were on safari. It was terrible, really.

“How long have you been here, then? At least a year if you’re able to give a number to the weird ass dreams.”

Quizas || Angel&Tigg

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arthur-of-camelot‌:

Arthur had been about to start his shift of the day. He had to get an extra first aid kit, figuring there could be incidents where he’d need to patch himself up properly. So he’d gone to the store, already in his uniform for the day. He really hadn’t expected that he would need to act so soon. 

But, just as he was going to turn and head for the register, he caught sight of someone tucking store items into their hoodie. He took a breath and let it out again, moving quickly so that he could block the door and prevent the person from walking out of the place without paying.

And then he took a good look at them, eyebrows furrowing as he did so. The person was young, that much he could see at a glance. But…it was Arthur’s duty to prevent this sort of thing from occurring. “I am afraid that I need you to empty your pockets before I can let you on your way.”

Angel froze, trying to get a read on the guy who had stopped them. He didn’t seem like a bad person - hell, his readings were pretty damn great, and what did that say about Angel right now? - but that didn’t mean that what Angel was doing was any less necessary to getting by as a somewhat functional person. But the guy was in uniform, and that could... They didn’t want to go back to the system, or leave Swynlake, or deal with being fucking arrested. Not today. 

Shaking their head, they attempted to shoulder their way around him, hunching over on themselves in an attempt to barrel by. If they could get a head start, they were probably faster, and they knew how to navigate the alleyways. Could provide more cover, shortcuts, let them lose the guy. 

Even if he caught them, what was he going to do with a bunch of fake-ids and no record of them in the area? He could try running prints or some shit, but that would take forever. Give them time to come up with an alternate plan to get out. Whatever happened, they’d make this work.

Any Mortal Sin || King Angel

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vampire-with-a-vee‌:

Summer was quickly coming to a close and with it, the prime tourist season. You’d think that would bring peace and quiet to the town, but no. It’s like everyone and their brother decided they needed just one more weekend away before the end of the summer holiday. It was great for business, actually, but also kind of exhausting. 

Vee didn’t mind. It kept her busy and on her toes, which she liked since it kept her from thinking too much after that crazy dream. 

On this particular day, she was running errands for her mother to include placing a large order for groceries at the market—what? Human had to eat too. Finishing up at the market, she popped her earbuds in and was soaking up the new Black Pink album as she headed back towards the manor. She’d just passed the alley way behind the Main Street buildings when she caught an odd movement in the corner of her eye.

Pausing, she peered down the dimly lit alleyway and saw someone half in the dumpster, their legs dangling over the side as they dug around. Huh. Odd. Curious, she stepped into the alleyway and watched a moment, wondering if she should say something when the person stood and looked straight at her, shooting the irritated question at her like a dart.

“Oh! Umm— I’m sorry! I didn’t—I was only wondering—” she cocked her head to one side and stepped closer. “Did you need help finding something?”

Angel took a minute to size up the new girl. She wasn’t someone Angel’d encountered before, and as far as how she read on the Migraine Scale... Well, this girl made the constant input of other people in the surrounding area fade away. Softened the blows just a little bit, and allowed Angel to stand up just a little straighter. That at least meant that Angel didn’t feel the need to run the girl off, even if the interrupting of her scavenging was getting frustrating.

Coming out to the end of the alley and half leaning against the wall, Angel stood directly across from the girl, sizing her up while leaving the protection of the shadows. She didn’t think the girl was any danger, and she couldn’t be any older than Angel herself. This was probably the safest interaction she’d had thus far.

“Wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Sometimes, people throw away things that are still good, y’know? One man’s trash and all that.”

Prone to Fall Through || Haunted Angel

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Any Mortal Sin || King Angel

It wasn’t any secret that Angel was getting desperate. They were low on cash, summer was giving way to fall, and it wasn’t going to be long before surviving on the streets without either begging or finding a source of income would be impossible. Their plan never banked on them lasting this long without it. However, until they met someone that would actually hire them off the books, they were going to have to get creative.

By creative, they meant shoplifting. 

It was small stuff, really. Just the essentials for basic hygiene and survival. Once every few weeks maybe, so not even that often. That’s how they justified it to themself, but honestly the whole thing was gonna give them a headache.

This time, they tucked a container of deodorant into the pocket of their hoodie, before heading for a jar of peanut butter with some crackers. The baggy overshirt helped hide most of it, and they thought they were golden as they headed for the door of the store, trying not to look like they were in too much of a rush. 

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