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An important notice: Leaving the Community.

A lot can change in a year. Over these days I’m noticing that I don’t like rp-ing as much as I used to. I don’t think I’ve really succeeded in completing many threads, either, and my style just doesn’t suit rping. So therefore I’m leaving the rp community.

My current threads will be solved via DM discussion, though if you want to still continue them you’re welcome to continue them in Discord DMs. Current people I have threads with, feel free to message me.

I still want to keep in contact with people though! My Discord is Clover the Grand#7666. Fandom blog and twitter’s @cloverthegrand.

Thank you for all the memories, everyone! 💖May we meet again!

- Clover 🍀 

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i think i heard someone message me but the message didnt come through. If that’s you, feel free to send it again!

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I'm gonna try do all my replies within the week ^^

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I made a Hellfire animatic, oh boy I’m glad I’m only one day late! Here are the best drawn frames

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I know you didn't reblog the meme, but I would love to see Michael do a shitty impression of Nick. Just oooohhh boy.

Michael blinked at the request. The Devil who had killed so many angels was nothing to laugh about. Yet she knew Nick so well that it would be foolish to say that she could not do an impression. Then, an idea came into her head. 

Michael leaned onto the table and did an intense, predatory leer practically identical to Nick’s. 

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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paradiseturnedhell​:

Originally posted by buffyann23

“Something of value to us?”, repeated Nick, “Well, I’d say that value should be something alive, shouldn’t it? Otherwise there’s no real sense of consequences in the air.” Leave alone that something alive would play into each other’s abilities. With Nick’s lethal touch, something losing its life, because Michael broke her act made sense.

It would also work the other way around. Michael might act as if she was above maiming and killing - and instead condemned Nick for the very same acts -, but she could be just as brutal. Pretty dress and pretty face aside, she was still a general. She had been made to be a soldier, and nowadays she had even been given a title in honour of her war heroics. She had been made an Angel Lord. The only one as far as Nick was aware of.

Pompous words, which were rewarding cruelty and trickery. Nick still had the scars from his fight with Michael on his back. The two large scars, from where his flight wings had been. Who knew what had happened with them? They were probably lost to the tides of time. Or maybe Michael had hid them somewhere. It didn’t matter. What did matter though, was the fact that Michael could be just as brutal as him. No doubt, she knew a hundred ways to kill an opponent.

“You want a wager, that’s bigger? Fine. How about this?” Nick snapped his fingers against each other. A crack appeared in the space, leading directly into Hell. Out of that crack fell with a shocked scream, a rodent-like creature. Nick caught it by its scaly tail. He flicked his wrist up and tossed the Imp into the air, before he securely caught her in his palm.

The Imp had dimmed, rust red fur and two tiny goat horns upon her forehead. Her big bat ears flicked nervously. Her tail looped around Nick’s wrist. The Imp was the size of a rat. Nick said: “This is Fox. She’s my Imp. My servant and my plaything. She’s someone, who’s almost constantly around me. Her and well, as well, as my own Hellhound. I suggest Fox as my wager in this pact. Fox or Mehr. Maybe even both.”

Fox gave a nervous squeak, while Nick put her onto his shoulders, so that he had his hands free. Small, sharp claws pricked his shirt as Fox hang onto him. Nick put his hands into his pockets. He said casually: “I am certain, you have got some lesser angel, you could use as a wager. After all, as a general, you must have a big batalion under your command. So surely, offering a low ranked angel as wager will not be too hard for you. But they still would have great value. Given that they are alive.”

He smirked. Nick cupped Michael’s chin with his hand. “So what do you say, Michael?”

At Nick’s bargain, Michael realised that this wasn’t as hard of a hard dilemma.

Infection by Hellfire was like a plague. Even a small spark could spread and infect the angel. Or, sometimes they happened spontaneously by themselves. Baptisms were used to stop the Hellfire. If those did not work, then the angel was left to turn. The pain was unlike anything-- it worsened to the point where angels willingly submerged into boiling water just to stave it off. Those angels were strapped onto racks as they thrashed in pain and the Hellfire cooked them until their corporations turn to ash, where they ended up somewhere in Hell. 

Michael snapped her fingers and an angel strapped to a rack appeared. The Power stared at Michael with wide eyes, their ash blonde fringe plastered to their forehead by sweat. They looked down at their feet and turned pale at the sight of the Devil. 

“Dear Lord... prithee, o Michael, perdition's bad enough! Doth not let the Devil reap my thread of life away!”

Ariel was a promising Power who was reborn only recently. At the same time, it was easy to tell Ariel was spontaneously infected. Too stubborn, too distracted by the concept of valour. Michael walked towards Ariel and hovered a hand over their forehead, sending them to sleep. 

“Once they turn... they will be under your leadership,” she said to Nick. “So I will not break my end of the bargain.”

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Hiatus

just a notice

So it’s been 4 months since I’ve graduated high school and I haven’t made anything significant at all. I try; I try to do what should be my current priorities like sorting out taxes bureaucracy and preparing for uni and find a job and finish that violin test I’ve been studying for 2 years, but since I can’t do those my depression’s been hitting me in full force. 

Part of why is that the little energy I have is used replying to threads. I really like rping but I’m a perfectionist so I usually spend up to 4 or 5 hours working on a reply. 4 or 5 hours, for a single thread. And the energy and time used up is insane. So afterwards the day is done, I have a false sense that I accomplished something and I call it a day. And then meanwhile irl I’ve done practically nothing and my depressive episode worsens, but I reply to threads first because that’s the easy stuff so then instead on working on those things I desperately need to do I reply to threads, then that’s another day of procrastination and I feel even more shit. 

When can I return? I don’t know. I’m just tumbling into a full depressive pit now, and rping is just gonna make it worse. I’m gonna post all my drafts for current threads, but I’m gonna log out after that. Will reply to messages, but I won’t be replying to threads for a long time. 

- Clover 🍀

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//Just feel like putting out a vent post

Keep reading

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//I'm debating which alternative FCs Michael should have

Jude Law in "Wilde"

Or Simon Pegg in "Hot Fuzz"

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For the first time since he had landed in that weird universe, and for the first time in a very long time he didn’t care to quantify, the corner of Michael’s lips curled in the faded shadow of a smile. It was full of bitterness and grief, but it was such anyway.

“No, nothing so…majestic or responsible. That’s never been Gabriel’s style. In my universe at least,” he replied, shaking his head slowly. “Loki. The original Trickster, Norse God of Mischief. It doesn’t surprise me. He is the youngest of us four, and he has always had a certain attitude towards pranking everyone else. My scolding almost always fell on deaf ears with him.”

The Messanger had been quite a handful. However, everything could be said of his younger brother but not that he was stupid. “Besides, he was aiming not to be found, so choosing such an ambiguous deity allowed him more freedom without the risk of drawing too much attention.”

The clarification his alternate self offered him had Michael’s brows knitting together for a moment, even if he nodded when she stated that angels were sexless. That was true in his universe too.

“I…see,” he mumbled after a moment. The explanation made sense, but there was something that told him that his other self was weirdly uncomfortable with the subject, so he let it go. Even if he didn’t understand why she was so put off by a mere piece of human anatomy.

And there it came again, her precious papers. It seemed like that the Heaven of that universe relied on bureaucracy much more than his own.

The archangel made to reach out for the documents, but froze mid-gesture as the other Michael dropped the last question he wished to answer to. His expression instantly went blank even if his eyes darkened, a storm of emotions hidden under their blue surface.

“I did not. After I casted Lucifer down, he was imprisoned in a cage God Himself had made, so that he would have been unable to escape before Judgement Day. It would have been to dangerous to allow him to roam, even in Hell.”

As he spoke, his voice was flat and empty, but his eyes remained fixed on the papers.

“I exhiled myself in Heaven. Think of it as…spending centuries locked up in this office of yours, having contacts with others only to pass orders in when necessary.” It had been his way of grieving, while still being able to maintain a clear head to do what needed to be done. “God…left after the Fall, so the responsibility of rebuilding Heaven and continuing our mission of watching over humanity fell all onto me.”

It had been a burden be had willingly carried, and proudly too. Now, he knew that it had been all for nothing, because their Father had never cared.

“Before the Apocalypse, Hell was handled by Lucifer’s most devoted followers, Lilith first and foremost. The first demon he made. Then, when the End came, he was released…but things didn’t go as planned and both my brother and I were locked away in the Cage for years. Time in Hell flows differently for damned souls, so one month roughly corresponds to ten Earthen years. In the Cage…It’s hard to tell.”

It had felt like he had been trapped in there for millennia, him and Lucifer tearing each other apart over and over.

“After that, some demon climbed the hellish hierarchy and took the throne. I didn’t bother to investigate and I know only because Lucifer did. Recently, something happened…” Amara. The Darkness. “The Cage was weakened and Lucifer managed to trick his way out. I tried to follow and, when I finally succeeded…I ended up here.”

His ice cold eyes finally moved back to his other self. “Does this answer your question?” He asked, even if it was a rhetorical inquiry for him. “And I assume that your Lucifer rules Hell, from what you said. How is it that they didn’t try anything yet, despite having all that freedom?”

“Loki?” Michael echoed. From what she knew, who the humans considered to be Loki could not be farther from what her Gabriel was like. She tried to picture it. An alternate version of Gabriel pulling pranks. But the image wouldn’t come up. Her Gabriel respected his position greatly and had a very thorough work ethic, so this other Gabriel might as well be a different person. "He sounds very immature,” she concluded. 

Michael knew that she had touched a sensitive topic when the Archangel tensed like so. She listened to his explanation carefully. 

Back then Michael was just a delinquent soldier who ignored much of her duties as an Archangel. Defeating Lucifer was her only bravado. In her world, the Almighty became more involved in Heavenly affairs to reorganise Heaven, while the grief of betraying Lucifer had affected her so greatly Michael locked herself up into her headquarters, responding to no one.

There was no doubt that this Lucifer appeared more Machiavellian than her Lucifer, too-- able to put other demons at his bidding so easily, even if he wasn’t physically there.

However her Lucifer’s sinister nature was not in her violence. It was in her apathy. 

“Oh no. She’s tried everything,” Michael started, her jaw clenched, her brow furrowed. “She suffocates Earth and humanity in the slowest and torturous manner possible. Exposing the errors in humanity. Tempting them into atrocious crimes, her and her followers. She calls it ‘simply testing out the bugs,’ all for her thesis that the Almighty’s ‘precious little guinea pigs won’t last even 10,000 years by themselves.’

“Her actions wouldn’t be as cruel if she did not know what she was doing. But she did know. In the beginning the Almighty was too busy to lead the project of Earth’s construction, so Lucifer took over as a director. She grew possessive, made Earth her little ego project, and insisted on making every detail perfect. She had attacked angels just for following the blueprints wrong. Lucifer still demanded more time, so she and her followers staged a coup, insisting that she could do a better job than Yahweh ever could. But after her coup failed... well. Lucifer wanted to throw all that hard work away just because Earth wasn’t what she liked.” 

There was a sharp, wry edge at the end of Michael’s explanation. Michael sighed deeply. The worst ordeal was that she sometimes wondered whether Lucifer was somehow right. Humanity never seemed to learn from their mistakes. History did not repeat itself? Well it sure did rhyme. She mused over what the point of keeping the humans alive were if Armageddon was supposed to wipe them all out anyway. But Michael knew that it was deeply unwise to cross the Ineffable Plan. 

“Where is your Lucifer right now? He and my Lucifer may not have the same agenda, but if you’ve escaped the Cage and ended up here, could it be that your Lucifer have, too?”

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Sämpycat in snow

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//the problem with using Shakespeare quotes for my Michael tags is that eventually i use the same quote for several different tags 

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⠀⠀ ⠀WHAT TYPE OF CINNAMON ROLL IS MY MUSE?⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good for this World, Too Pure ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Stale Cinnamon Roll Been in this World for Too Long, Too Cynical ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Burned Cinnamon Roll that has Been Through Hell and Back, Slightly Charred ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Looks Like They Could Kill You, but is Actually a Cinnamon Roll ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll, but Could Actually Kill You ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll and is Actually A Cinnamon Roll ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Looks Like They Could Kill You and Could Actually Kill You ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Could Kill You, but is Still a Cinnamon Roll ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ Sinnamon Roll

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paradiseturnedhell​:

Michael’s terror and nausea was a thrill to see. A nice compensation for all the damage, she and God had done. Sometimes Nick was not too sure, whom he was more mad at. Michael or God. God had branded him as evil. An act, Nick had not forgiven. An act, which had proved him right about everything. God did not love anybody unconditionally. He most certainly did not love the angels unconditionally. So why should humans be any different?! These pesky, fur-less mammals, which had not even proven themselves on Earth. Inheriters of the Earth? Not, if Nick had anything to say about that! The dinosaurs and large mammals all had to prove themselves. So why were humans supposed to be any exception?

Michael had committed a wholly different crime. She had abandoned him! She had turned on him! She had hurt him. More then anybody else. Nick had understood why some of his siblings had done it. But Michael? Endearing, cunning Michael? Meant to be his complimentary element? His beloved sister? That had stung. More then just stung. That had hurt as much as being branded as evil. Maybe even more! Perhabs that was, what made Nick pick Michael as his target. Michael’s pain was something, he could see! Michael’s pain was something, he could exploit. Let it fester and grow. Until Michael finally understood, how he had felt after having been decried evil and cast out for something, which had never been his fault! They had all claimed how he had changed. But that had been a convenient way to silence him! Tin soldiers and bastards! All of them!

“Right you are”, Nick agreed, when Michael remarked how verbal agreements could be exploited, “We would not want somebody to twist one’s words.” It did not even have to mean that this was his doing. Sure, Nick was exceptionally good at twisting words - he was not called the Master of Lies for nothing -, but Michael could easily rival him in this title. They had done this song and dance long enough to know how far into the trick box, they were willing to reach. Neither of them wanted to admit defeat before the other.

Nick placed his hands against each other. He put his fingers against his lips. The devil said: “First of all: Humans themselves give us their souls. We do not demand them. We just demand something, that is of an equal value to the service, we provide. That those fur-less mammals assume that means their souls is entirely their doing! And please, we do not even have a soul. For all intents and purposes, I do not even know if we have anything, which is of equal value.”

He blew a raspberry and brushed his hands across his face. “Michael, how exactly would I rig this pact?”, Nick said, “Like what could I possibly gain from it? I am already tormenting you enough by decimating our dear family. I am aware that the way, we are going to handle this pact, will be different.” He stepped forwards, wolfish smile faltering and being replaced with something akin to genuine concern. “Michael, I am aware that we probably do not even have anything, which would count as equal value. Or at the very least not something the other one would want. The only thing, I can suggest is that we are bound by our word. It’s the least we could ask of each other.”

Nick’s joy at her panic had hurt Michael’s honour, yes. But now she had lulled Nick into bringing his guard down. Her brother had always loved thinking of himself as the underdog. With that rush of euphoria at gaining the upperhand, he wouldn’t think as carefully afterwards. 

She will never forgive her brother because of his heinous crimes. She will never forget the lesson that the Almighty taught her. There was a reason why you could not trust a demon. That was the mantra that Michael repeated for so many years. 

Michael’s expression returned to a solemn one when Nick explained the rules of a pact, though she was a little more tense than usual. She held her ground as Nick stepped forward. However Nick simply stated that he wanted a promise to be fulfilled. 

Nick’s request was tugging at her heartstrings. Overturning an agreement for a greater good, that she could excuse. Killing such carefully regained trust in cold blood? Could she ever do that again? It was a betrayal akin to a mother wildebeest choosing to kill a lion cub. Something she should kill... yet knowing that it was currently harmless. 

Not that the cub wouldn’t grow into a lion who’d maim the wildebeest for food. Her brother was just as clever and cunning as she was; this game of deceit they played against each other was as old as long as time itself. He harboured centuries of fury inside him that he expressed through mutilating her angels. Michael was not foolish enough to forget why such cruel gore happened, no. She was not heartless enough to forget about how those angels would’ve screamed for mercy in their last moments, only to be met with an unjust death. 

Michael stepped back. If Nick wanted to play this game, she will, too. “Bound by our words?” She asked, her eyes searching. “That is still a verbal agreement. If this truly means so much to you, we should bargain something of great value to us.”

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I drew Michael testing out Ferris’ good sense corset because I’m quite sure she did a lot of sports during the Edwardian period, and these corsets were commonly used as sports undergarments

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Test muse for the week: Gabriel (Good Omens)

For one week, Gabriel from Good Omens will be a test muse on this blog!