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[drag0nflyandbear]

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[the-archangel]

I haven't posted for a while, or even written very much, as I wanted to get through PL and see in which direction it dragged me. I'm still not sure how I feel about THAT call in THAT ending, but I'll try and write my way out of it, or into it, not sure yet!

Anyway, I wrote this BEFORE, but it hints at V's devastation in the new ending. I've decided it's called:

NEW NOISE

V sits on the steps leading to the balcony of his penthouse letting the warm rain wash over him. Usually, he would have taken an AV at this time of night to get home from work, but tonight, for Christ only knows what reason, he’d decided to walk the relatively short distance. That was his first mistake.

His second was staying out here long enough for Kerry to realise he was missing. The Rockerboy had clearly been sleeping and grabbed the nearest clothes he could find, combat shorts and V’s old sparring hoodie, to come out to find his mainline, it’s not usual for V to be sat out here alone at any time, but certainly not in the middle of the night so he approaches him quietly – but not so silently as to startle, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and crouching beside him.

As he looks into V’s face, Kerry does his best to suppress the hiss trying to escape from between his teeth, but V knows he looks like shit with his messed-up face and torn clothes and meets his husband’s gaze with clouded eyes. “Hey Ker,” he says in a tired voice, “what’re you doin up this late?”

“Waiting for you ya gonk,” he replies softly, “come inside, you’re getting soaked.”

“In a minute maybe, just need…” the sentence is left unfinished as tears mingle with the rain on his cheeks. He turns away trying to hide this rare show of weakness, but Kerry is having none of it, holding his chin to turn his face back to look into his downcast eyes.

“Talk to me Vince, what happened?” he asks sitting himself down on the step and running his thumb over one of the many bruises blooming on the other man’s cheek.

Lifting his eyes V takes a deep breath and begins the tale.

-

The Afterlife was quiet, even for a Tuesday, so finishing up his paperwork V puts his laptop in the office, locks the door and makes for home. The moon is bright and a light mist of rain is cooling the city after a scorching hot day, it’s a pleasant enough night for a walk so V sets off down the street, it’s maybe a half-hour walk, he’ll be there in no time. He smiles when he thinks about how happy he’d been this morning, Kerry had made brunch and surprised him with VIP tickets to the Night City festival in a couple of weeks, they’d wanted to go for years but it just never happened for one reason or another, V was just thinking about what he had to look forward to and how much he loved that man of his when a noise from the doorway to his left caught his attention.

“Well looky what we’ve got here, Mr la-di-da Eurodyne ‘King of the Afterlife’. What you doin out on the streets with the dregs?”

V curses inwardly, having been out of the merc life for the last four years his instinct for spotting danger clearly wasn’t what it once was, though he’s pretty sure he still has a few tricks up his sleeves. “Just making my way home chooms, not lookin for trouble.”

“You hear that?” the goon calls to his friends, “he’s not looking for trouble. Well that’s a shame cuz trouble looks like it’s found you.”

There were about six of them, though in the dark and shadow it was hard to tell for sure, it didn’t look to V like they were with any gang particularly, just chancers out to make some trouble and besides, the gangs knew the level of pain they’d be causing themselves if they so much as looked at him the wrong way. These guys though, they’re just thinking they’ve found an easy target with a fat wallet.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” a harsh but feminine voice tells him as a second goon emerges from the shadows, “You’re gonna transfer us a shit-tonne of eddies and in return we might not kill you completely dead.”

“Hmm, not sure I like that deal, what if I say no?”

The first male answers, “Then we’ll beat you till your insides are outside and then go after your faggy slut of an output.”

Up until this point, V could have walked away – well jumped out of harm’s way onto the nearby rooftop he’d scanned and ran away – but that was no longer an option.

For the past couple of years V had considered on and off having his Mantis Blades removed, he didn’t use them anymore and the weight of them made his nearly middle-aged shoulders ache. He’d even made the appointment a couple of times and cancelled at the last minute, now he was pleased he had. Despite years of disuse they slip out cleanly, shredding his shirt and jacket and causing the surrounding goons to take a step back, but not to flee which V is pleased about, they’re going down for what they’ve said.

A glinting knife gets cut away along with the arm holding it, legs are hewn from bodies, one sweep sends two heads into the gutter and a final lurch and thrust hooks under the chin of the first goon and pins him to the wall, “The streets are dangerous enough without dicks like you, and now you’re just gonna make the place look untidy with your ugly fucking corpses.” V watches as the tip of his blade makes its way into the other man’s brain, then shakes him off into the gutter along with the rest of his ill-advised chooms and sheaths his weapons.

V is no longer the youthful, healthy man he once was, the rush from the fight leaves him drained and unsteady and after a couple of lurching steps the hard pavement of Night City rushes up to meet his face providing the bruises that Kerry is now so lovingly tending to.

“I don’t know what happened Ker, the blood, the shouting, it was all too much, everything started swimming and I just checked out for a few minutes.”

“Vince, baby, Vik said that overexertion could lay you out, something about missing receptors or some shit, I dunno, but you need to try to walk away from things that get you over-excited.

Sullenly, V nods in agreement. He’s not sure he gets along with this new normal.

[ao3feed-silverv]

Johnny's Home

https://ift.tt/0dE5wIL TheArchangel

by TheArchangel

Will Johnny's return bring V and Kerry closer together or tear them apart? Will V recover from a shocking incident? Does Johnny care about anyone but himself? Do we already know the answers to all these questions? Are we going to read it anyway to see what happens?? (the first one, yes, maybe, probably, hopefully)

Words: 8738, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kerry Eurodyne, V (Cyberpunk 2077), Johnny Silverhand, Viktor Vector

Relationships: Kerry Eurodyne/V, Kerry Eurodyne & V, Johnny Silverhand/V

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Drinking

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[deniseblackof]

Ready to go back to my boys!! 🤗🤗 PS: Apocalypse part 2 begin.

B.D.

[vonn-art]

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[burningstoneapparel]

"The Archangel" WIP #fakehumanart #thearchangel #art #artist #darkart #pencilandpaper #wip (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbaD6p3u_PL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ask-mammon-infernal-sib]

(( @ask-thearchangels ))

Leviathan rose up from the ground in Las Vegas, feeling drawn to the demonic energy that was being given off there. He had pinpointed where Uriel was immediately, being familiar with their energy, and rushed to their side. 

“Uri... Uri!! Oh God, Uri...” He let the Lord’s name fall from his lips accidentally but he didn’t even think to correct himself. “Uri, hey,” he said, his voice shaking as he knelt down beside them. “Uri...” He kept repeating their name, looking at them helplessly. He reached out to touch them but wasn’t sure if they’d be receptive, so he held back.

[ask-leviathan-infernal-sib]

New Friend!

Leviathan walked briskly to his quarters, cradling his new little buddy in both of his hands.

“Uri!” he called excitedly when he walked inside. “Uri, are you alright?” More important than any new animal Levi had, was making sure Uriel was okay. They were still getting used to being a demon, still reeling from the Fall, and Leviathan just wanted to help them through it.

(( @ask-thearchangels ))

[ancientsstudies]

By TheArchangel

[beautifulbizarremagazine]

Vasudev’s digital illustration ‘Evanescence - The Last Insomnium’ perfectly displays the artist’s passionate attention to tiny details and the design of his characters. “Occult artist and word connoisseur” Vasudev excites the viewers with the beauty of darkness and “romanticism of death”.

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#beautifulbizarre #thearchangel #digitalart #darkart #darksurrealism #darksurreal #digitalartist #artist #render #3dblender #contemporaryart #art #newcontemporary #visualart

[orthodoxydaily]

“Our Lady of Sitka” Icon of the Mother of God

Commemorated July 8 

Located at the Cathedral of Saint Michael the Archangel in Sitka, Alaska is one of the most revered Icons in North America: the Sitka Mother of God.

This Icon has been attributed to a famous Iconographer, Vladimir Lukich Borovikovsky (1758-1826), a protégé of the Empress Catherine II who was instructed at the Academy of Arts in Saint Petersburg, Russia. In addition to being a great portrait painter, Borovikovsky also painted many of the Icons for the Cathedral of the Kazan Icon in Saint Petersburg.

Painted in the style of the Kazan Mother of God Icon, on canvas, the Sitka Mother of God Icon is 36 x 17-1/2 inches in size. An exceptionally beautiful and detailed riza of silver covers the Icon of the Theotokos and Christ child, and the Image of God the Father blessing from above.

The Cathedral received the Icon as a gift from the laborers of the Russian American Company in 1850, two years after the Cathedral was completed. Even with their meager wages, these men generously made their contribution to the Church.

Miracles have been attributed to the Sitka Mother of God Icon over the years. It is believed that the gaze of the eyes of the Theotokos have led to the restored health of those who prayed before the Icon.

Because of the peaceful gaze of the Theotokos, the Icon has been described as a “pearl of Russian ecclesiastical art of ineffable gentleness, purity and harmony....” And “...the most beautiful face of the Mother of God with the Divine Child in her arms is so delicately and artistically done that the more one looks at it the more difficult it is to tear one’s gaze away.”

Originally part of the main Iconostasis at the Cathedral of Saint Michael the Archangel in Sitka, Alaska, the Icon is now permanently located on the far left side of the Iconostasis in a special place of honor.

The Cathedral of st Michael theArchangel in Sitka, Alaska

Saint Michael Cathedral was constructed between 1844 and 1848.  Saint Innocent Veniaminov designed the structure and built the clock that graces its bell tower.  He hired skilled Finnish carpenters to build the cathedral, which was made of spruce logs and ceilings with sailcloth-lined walls for insulation and improved acoustics.  The cathedral was the principal physical representation of the Russian cultural influence in the 19th century in North America.  From 1840 to 1872, Sitka was the See of the Diocese that governed all of North America, and thereafter it continued as the See of the Diocese of Alaska.  The present cathedral is a faithful reconstruction of the original building which burned to the ground on January 2, 1966.  Fortunately, over 95% of the original icons, pieces of Orthodox liturgical art and religious objects—including the Sitka Icon of the Mother of God—survived the blaze.

In 2016: “Even though the cathedral was rebuilt after the fire in 1966, it is once again being threatened by issues related to water damage that continues to plague the building,” said His Grace, Bishop David of Sitka and Alaska.  “Efforts are underway by several organizations in Alaska to put together recent studies by engineers to obtain a good overall picture of what is wrong and what is needed to repair the structure.”

The AAHP has compiled this annual list since 1991.  It is intended to bring public awareness to Alaska’s threatened historic properties.  Heightened awareness often leads to increased support for the conservation of endangered historic properties, which are assets important to religious life, tourism, economic development and Alaska’s cultural heritage.  The nominations for this program are submitted by individuals and organizations throughout Alaska.

The list is the first step to participate in the AAHP’s “Ten Most Endangered Grant Program,” which funds hands-on preservation work on endangered properties and serves as seed money to leverage funding from other sources.  Properties listed on the 2016 list will be eligible to apply to AAHP for these matching grants, which are made possible through generous donations to the Grant Program from private individuals and organizations which support these preservation efforts.

[starryeyedforanarchangel]

Saw Neil Gaimin’s tweet today. Figured I’d bring this out.

I absolutely love Crowley and Aziraphale, but this is my trash ship and I will burn or sink in it.

https://twitter.com/stelladmattina/status/1358883500179472384?s=21

Give me more Jon Hamm and Anna Maxwell Martin being secretly married because of that one poke. Just please.

[everything-withered]

Just passing by to say once more that I love your writing and, if you're not yet, you should be proud of yourself for managing to write all this super emotional and compelling stuff you do!! You ruined for almost all other WinterIron authors!!! (TheArchangel from AO3!) 💛💛💛 HAVE AN AWESOME NIGHT!!!!

Thaaaaank you, ahhh that's so sweet of you to say!!

I am pretty proud of the series, having to come up with new ways to write our two boys in the aftermath of CW has been challenging and fun and really helped me branch out a lot in terms of what I wouldn't have written a year to two years ago when the series first started.

I wouldn't have gotten here without your lovely words and support so thank you for helping me get this far❤️❤️

Have a great night too!!

[askbeelzebub]

Guess who made another vine comp Bc self control has no home here?!

((That’s right, it’s me, ur local dumbass. Enjoy ineffable chaotic family vines part two- electric boogaloo!

https://youtu.be/LNd9TtPHXLI

@askcrowley-g-o @askarchangelgabriel @ask-the-ineffable-being @ask-the-infernal-siblings @ask-the-bringer-of-storms @ask-warlock-dowling @i-the-manny @ask-the-lord-of-the-files @therealbeelzebub @ask-thearchangels and others im sure I’m forgetting XD))

[ask-the-ineffable-being]

Blood feathers

The Bastille of heaven is the closest place to hell an angel can go without falling. Unlike the rest of heaven, it's a dark and dingy place. The walls huge and dark, in fact, if one were to stay staring at said walls, they would notice that the walls get darker, and yet darker. Some say the construction of hell was based off the infamous prison. It was one of the last things that the lord built before she went to sleep.

Now a criminal sits alone in a cell there. A criminal that jas sparked riots and many political debates in heaven.

An angel walks and stands in front of the bars of the monster's cell. With the back of his hand he knocks. Once. Twice. Three times.

"I hear you, Jegudiel." The Metatron responds, "No need to keep tapping."

(( @ask-thearchangels ))

[askcrowley-g-o]

Oh hey you should check up on Uriel. Considering they’re... um... a demon now. Did you know that?

“What?” Crowley sits up sharply, “They fell too!?” A look of horror rolls over the demon’s face. “Uri...no...”Getting up, the demon used the new ability Sam had given him. The snake demon spiraled into the floor disappearing. Several minutes later he spiraled back up through the ground of Hell.Making sure to keep his eyes open, ready to summon his sword, he followed what could only be the energy signature of Uriel.@ask-thearchangels