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Update on my silence here;

chipping on drafts one by one, but overall struggling with motivation to write in general (which is an issue, given high muses). Mostly lurking here in the meantime and trying to get things going over @/ministeringspirits.

to anyone who's interested in talking or rp, I'm way more active on discord for both

might take a few days break from writing altogether to see if that helps, play some games and stuff

anyway

[angelicgentleman]

ind. sel. medium/high activity rp blog for Angels from various fandoms, with Toonbriel as primary muse. canon divergent, headcanon heavy. Written by Tea(24). Minors and antis will be blocked, personals DNI.

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credits: promo made by mun, art in promo made by Kakmen on twitter, sidebar art by kokoroisbleeding on tumblr.

find me here: @angelicgentleman

[angelicgentleman]

ind. sel. medium/high activity rp blog for Angels from various fandoms, with Toonbriel as primary muse. canon divergent, headcanon heavy. Written by Tea(24). Minors and antis will be blocked, personals DNI.

—– RULES —– CARRD —– TAGS —– —– open rp memes —– open starters —–

credits: promo made by mun, art in promo made by Kakmen on twitter, sidebar art by kokoroisbleeding on tumblr.

find me here: @angelicgentleman

[angelicgentleman]

ind. sel. medium/high activity rp blog for Angels from various fandoms, with Toonbriel as primary muse. canon divergent, headcanon heavy. Written by Tea(24). Minors and antis will be blocked, personals DNI.

—– RULES —– CARRD —– TAGS —– —– open rp memes —– open starters —–

credits: promo made by mun, art in promo made by Kakmen on twitter, sidebar art by kokoroisbleeding on tumblr.

find me here: @angelicgentleman

[angelicgentleman]

Leave all your love and your longing behind You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over

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     ‘Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a lion,                                    seeking someone to devour’

                                                1 Peter 5 : 8    

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Death has no mercy in this land... and neither will I

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I will adore you, I'll only live for you ~

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Friends-to-More Starters

“You’re my best friend. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

“I’m glad I have you here. Being like this is easy with you.”

“At first, having feelings for you was awkward— but now I can’t fathom anything else.”

“I’ve known you for years, (insert name). Can we please drop the pretenses and be honest with each other, for once?”

“I know you don’t feel the same, but I need to get this off my chest.”

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went on that date. What’s going on?”

“I’m totally not jealous, but this time is for us— please don’t share it with other people.”

“But— you said you’d go there with me. Was that just something you said to make me feel better?”

“Come lie with me, please. I’ve had a bad day— I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I told her we weren’t dating, but she didn’t believe me.”

“Wait— when did you get so beautiful/handsome/hot?”

“Are you sure you wanna leave the house in that? It’s awfully— revealing.”

“Okay— so maybe this is a date. Is that so bad?”

“Are you— trying to turn me on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you my girlfriend/boyfriend— it just slipped out.”

“I didn’t mean to kiss you. It just sorta— happened.”

“I had this dream that we were married.”

“I had this dream that we kissed— and a sorta want to try it now.”

“Okay— so maybe I am a little jealous. So what? I can’t help it.”

“Just remember, I’m the one who taught you how to (insert intimate activity).”

“I know this sounds lame— but they’re not good enough for you.”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me?”

“Why are you blushing so hard?”

“I’m actually really offended that you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Friends can make-out every now and then— right? That’s not weird or anything.”

“I know we’re not together— but I want you to be my first.”

“I want my first kiss to be special—and you’re the most important person in my life right now. Will you kiss me, if I ask, or would that be too weird?”

“Whoa— umm— will you excuse me? I need to run to the bathroom really quick.”

“Look, I know we’re not together. But— we’re both in good places in our lives, and neither of us have any prospects. Do you think there’s a chance we might — well, we already act like an old, married couple, so—”

“Is it weird if I tell you I could see you as the mother/father of my children?”

“I know we said this was a ‘pretend relationship’— but what if we tried ‘for real’?”

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Discord for mutuals under the cut!

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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That made Pip honestly chuckle, as it was an expected answer to his question. Somehow, no matter who you ask, the answer will be always the same. No one seemed to enjoy their time in the small mountain town and for a good reason. Not only was the weather nasty most of the time, if not all year round, but there really wasn't anything to do around here once you grew up. Sure, as kids they had enough imagination to build castles and secret hideouts, but those times were long gone. Pip sometimes missed watching them play, because they rarely let him play any distinct role and if they did, he was soon killed or locked somewhere to wait for rescue - rescue that would never come to pick him up.

"That's not a very original answer, I'm afraid." he said, feeling a bit more confident around the man now that they got to talking. Maybe it wouldn't be that terrible, as odd as the older man seemed. "California must be nice. Much warmer than here, I reckon." he mused, looking at the man curiously. Pip never really left South Park for good, being somewhat stuck around here. It didn't get better with time, it sucked to live here now just as much as it sucked before. "What kind of business?" the blond eventually asks, curiosity getting the better of him. It wasn't common for actual businessmen to resident here, usually they just put a spot of their franchise here and never dared to check it out.

"Oh, it's neither. Certainly, I'm not too young." he replied, just slightly offended. He wasn't a kid anymore, not that adult life was much better. It was his face that made everyone around believe he was still younger than legally acceptable, but in reality, he just turned twenty-two. This didn't change much, he still had to show his ID around just to buy anything even slightly 'adult'. "It is true that I'm not a frequent guest here. In fact, it's the first time I'm actually inside, although I know this place existed since a much younger age." he replied, just slightly teasingly to point out that he was, in fact, an adult. "I just wanted to try something new, but nothing in the card drew my attention," he explained and threw a short glance at whatever the man was drinking. It didn't look half bad, but Pip wasn't convinced.

"Do you have a problem with me being here? I'm sorry if I perhaps took your spot." he didn't have the slightest clue on what the other could want from him.

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Now that the Onceler was sitting next to him, looking at him in better light, listening to him speak, it was apparent that the little thing next to him was actually a kid, not just a short, baby-faced adult.  Ugh…  The Onceler hated kids, and now he couldn’t even get a free drink out of this inconvenience.  He had been prepared to adopt a flirtatious demeanor (even though the boy was ugly as sin), but now he slumped way back in his chair, putting as much distance between them as he could.

He glanced over his shoulder, seeking an out, any kind at all, some handsome stranger who might swoop in and rescue him from this awkwardness and annoyance.  But he found nothing but stupid, grubby hicks.  Such men would have appealed to his teenage self immensely, when he was living in his small Alabama town and had minimal options.  Nowadays, they would do in a pinch, but he preferred not to rely on them when he didn’t have to.  Most of them didn’t take too kindly to fruits, anyway.

“Oh, hun, I hate it here,” he stated bluntly, swiveling his attention back to the boy.  “Based on what I’ve seen of it so far, it’s a regular, Small Town, USA shithole.  It’s only a little better than the one I grew up in.”  South Park Seemed to be growing, inviting bigger businesses to town, including Thneed, Inc., and it had a proper Main Street and everything.  Where the Onceler lived, Main Street was the post office and the diner where his mother worked and nothing else.

“I’m here on business, mostly,” he explained.  “I live out in California most of the time.  I’m just talking a break right now.  I don’t think I’d send my dead dog to live here full time.”  There wasn’t even a good hotel in town.  It had been years since he last had to stay in a Super 8, back when he was busking for a handful of dollars or cuddling up to handsome strangers to gain access to their rooms.  In short, he deserved better than South Park and was looking forward to the moment he got to leave it.

“You’re a little young for this place, aren’t you?”  At least he no longer had to be polite about it, and he could spit the question out as bluntly as he liked.  “Either you’re the owner’s kid, or you’re up to something.”  It was not spoken as an admonishment, just an impassive observation.  The Onceler sneaked around a lot in his own youth, trying to make that tiny town entertaining for himself, so he was probably the last one who could blame a kid for being somewhere they weren’t supposed to be.  “So, which is it?”

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Another day, another door. It was the same thing with every route and this house was no different. A small grunt leaves Francis as he hops out of his truck, grabbing the basket that was labeled for this address.

An easy walk up to the door, a firm but casual knock.

"Milkman..." this order was pretty normal: Just some butter and cheese. -- @gemscales-and-tea, Francis

Philip opened the door right away, happy to greet the milkman - it was his first time ordering a delivery and he was rather thrilled to have it. It wasn't much, but it sounded like a nice thing to have some goods delivered to your doorstep.

With a bright smile, he looks at the man in front of him, slightly taken aback; to be perfectly honest, he imagined the delivery man completely differently. In his imagination, the milkman was a small, old man, with a comforting look on his face, grey hair, and a lot of wrinkles - picture a perfect grandpa, and that's who Pip has been expecting. Not a handsome, tall man. He wasn't complaining though.

"Oh, thank you so much, mister!" he cheered, taking the package from him and rushing inside to set it on the counter. It only took him a few seconds to return with cash in his hands, ready to pay for the delivery. "How much do I owe you, sir?"

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The eye roll is almost loud and Pip lets out an irritated grunt that follows Craig's words. He shouldn't be expecting that much from him, he thought. The other had always a different approach to people, it wasn't exactly easy to deal with him on his good day, let alone when he was already annoyed. Pip should give him some credit for being this decent, even if it was low by his own standard. The Craig he knew from middle school would have already given him a beautiful bouquet of slurs and offensive words, together with mean and unpleasant names. It was a big progress, now that Pip thought about it. This, and he was still standing on the bridge, Craig was yet to push him off of it.

"You know what, fine. You deserve some credit." he finally gives in. Pip had to admit that he was too strict a moment ago; Craig really didn't curse all that much. Even if Pip still considered his tongue to be foul, he had to admit that it was an achievement for Craig. He also stayed rather calm and collected through his annoyance and Pip remembered how keen Craig was on using his fists when he found fitting. Well, he was glad he didn't have to get into a fight with him now, the perspective of falling off the bridge was actually scary and he didn't want Craig to get any stupid ideas. "I can see you're 'dicking' around. That part you did not grow out of." he teased him back. It felt good to bicker like that when it wasn't anything remotely serious. Maybe Craig was right, he probably should relax and be more open towards people. Even if it was Craig.

"Oh, I believe I do have a sense of humour, but please, do teach me your ways." The blond smirked at him and leaned against the railing again, looking down the bridge briefly. It wasn't that high, but it was unlikely he would survive a fall like this. "What do you find funny anyway? The last thing I remember is you getting excited over swearing at a teacher, but I don't think I remember you actually doing it." he mused, thinking back to that time. Right, Thomas. The one that Craig got so interested in simply because he was free, or rather doomed to swear uncontrollably. Of course, neither of the kids knew better at the time and everyone found it to be very cool. Pip didn't, back then he was afraid he would go to Hell for as much as hearing someone curse.

"Do you still offer to make laundry to people you've just met?"

“Slow-witted rectal belch…” Craig echoed, still with that smile.  Pip was the very last guy he would have expected to hear shit like that from, which was part of what made it so hilarious.  He was so demure and easy to push around in school, almost too easy, taking a lot of the fun out of it.  Craig would pick on him, sure, same as he did to most people, but his favorite targets were those who cried and got angry and fought back a little bit.  Pip tended to just duck out of the way and apologize for wrongdoings he wasn’t sure he had committed to get the attention off of himself.

And it at least kind of sometimes worked.  After putting Pip through what felt like an appropriate amount of hell, Craig and the others would get bored and move on to a target that was much whinier and provided them with better ammunition.  So, to see Pip playing along like he was supposed to was refreshing.

It didn’t sound like Craig would be getting much more out of Pip, though, based on his complaints about language.  “Dude, I said ‘fuck,’ like, twice,” Craig said, rolling his entire head back, rather than just his eyes.  “I can get much worse if you want me to.”  There were a lot of people out there who wouldn’t engage with those who sweared too much, claiming it to be a blight upon their intelligence, and that only incentivized Craig to do it more, to keep those people away.  Someone expressing themselves with swearing did not make their opinions or feelings less valid, and he was keen on keeping away everyone who thought it did.  Because really, if they felt that way, it said more about the content of their characters and intelligence than it did about anything else.

“Anyway, I thought that’s what civility was—like, the common levels of decency.”  It was clear that he was not well-practiced in it, but he thought he was doing well enough.  He was calm and keeping away from Pip, not raising his voice or making any moves to hurt him.  Maybe it was just the light film of sluggishness that was starting to creep over him, given the hour, but he was actually rather enjoying this conversation.  He hadn’t wanted to have it to begin with, but the unexpected change in Pip kept him engaged.

“Come on, man, I’m just dickin’ around with you.”  He was going to say ‘messing,’ but considering how Pip felt about swearing, that wasn’t an option.  ‘Dick’ wasn’t even that bad as far as swear words went.  “You could try a goddamn sense of humor.  I think it’d suit you.”

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“Dreams are like stars. you may never touch them, but if you follow them, they will lead you to your destiny.” ― Liam Payne

             Independent && Selective Multi-muse blog with both OC’s and Canon’s present. Dark themes are in fact present here but mun is ALWAYS willing to tag anything if requested! Penned lovingly by Star - Carrd

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please don’t go i want you to stay {x}