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How to Play
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Mention if you'd rather play the guardian angel or the guarded.
- Tag others.
- Use the RNG to determine your fate.
Prompts
- Watching: You've been watching this person as long as both they and you have been in this world. Maybe over years, maybe suddenly, things aren't the same when you look at them.
- Guilt: You realized that these pesky emotions are growing and you know this is against everything you know to be true. Your kind cannot love, and even if you could, this is wrong. You have known this person their entire life and thinking of them as more is unacceptable.
- Terrible Angel: You're not angelic at all and fail neatly at almost all the benchmarks, but when it comes to the one you guard, you don't folly.
- Righteous Fury: Usually, angels must be removed and impassive. You see your charge mistreated, though, and you lose control.
- Relegated to Guardian Angelhood: You used to be much more important, of a greater choir of angel. Then, you screwed up and got pushed down into the ranks of guardian angel. It would be easy to be bitter towards your charge. You aren't, for some reason.
- Can't Be Seen: The person you care for the most can't see you. It's typical angel protocol, yet you can't help but want to make yourself noticeable.
- Affecting Your Work: Your growing and sometimes erratic emotions make your job harder. You're getting sloppy. You may even allow your charge to be hurt or allow yourself to be conspicuous.
- Jealousy: You saw your charge with someone else and it...it really ruffled your feathers. Maybe you lost your cool. Hopefully, that won't mean bad mojo for the other person involved. No one would be any wiser if you made their head more attractive to bird droppings, though.
- Kiss: Can you kiss someone when you technically have no lips? They might just feel a pleasant breeze; still, you're kissing them, and this is...nice.
- How They'd Like You to Look: You've decided to make yourself known to them, and you want your appearance to be to their liking.
- Inhabiting the Vessel They Love: A bit more sinister than the above, but also somewhat practical. They already love this body, anyway.
- Revealing Yourself: You're taking the big step and coming into their life as an actual, tangible presence. Of course, "I'm your guardian angel" rarely gets the response you hope.
- Stay with You: You promise that you'll stay by their side always, now as a physical companion.
- Confessions: No matter the costs, you're revealing your true feelings.
- Deciding to be More: It's dangerous, it's unheard of; however, both of you want to become more than just angel and charge.
- Intimacy Without a Corporeal Form: They know you're there even when you're not in human form, and they want to touch you. This can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be.
- Intimacy With a Corporeal Form: You're beginning to learn what it's like to be intimate with them while you're in this new form. Again, this can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be.
- Wings: Letting someone touch your wings is the ultimate show of trust and, in angel terms, one of the closest things you have to sexuality.
- Called to the Mat: Your higher-ups have learned of your sins. Now, you're on trial. Will you deny your charge?
- Not Officially Yours: Problem number one: you're in love. Problem number two: it's with some other angel's charge.
- Second Chance: As previously stated, most guardian angels are created for that one special person. However, some angels whose charges have died young are allowed a second chance. Will this new person ever replace your old?
- Protection: Now is time to do the guarding - by any means necessary, especially now, after realizing just what your charge means to you.
- Fallen: Because of your sins, you've lost favor. You've been stripped of your heavenly grace and you've fallen.
- Immortal: You must deal with the implications that your charge will die and you will be sent on to a new heavenly job.
- Failed: You didn't do enough. You let yourself slip, and now your charge is dying. They were more than just a charge, so you must do what you can to let their soul pass on in the most peaceful manner possible. But can you let go?
- CHOOSE YOUR OWN
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Rachel Amber | Life is Strange | f/f
Christine Daaé | Phantom of the Opera | OTA
Jaune Arc | RWBY | M/F
Ambrose Sinclair ✨ original character ✨ m/m
leopold mountbatten | kate and leopold
Mello | Death Note | ota
some kind of weird AU if mello had never made it to wammy's, but was a guardian angel instead??
There was only one person who took an interest in him and who piqued Near's curiosity for a multitude of reasons. He kept his name guarded, much like they all did, but the other kids would call him Beyond. Near had to admit, he was somewhat fascinated by him as well- he was the smartest, the most cunning, and he got away with a lot of things that most of the other kids wouldn't even think to try. Even though he would roughhouse with the other children much more than Near would have liked, and came into his room late at night when Near didn't particularly want him there, Beyond would tell him fantastic stories and what sounded to Near like plans.
As time went by, the stories got more extreme and Beyond would ask him what he would do, or how he would deal with certain situations and when Near decided he wanted no part in those replies, Beyond would get angry at him and start hurting him, slamming him up against walls and pulling his hair hard enough to rip out strands.
There wasn't anyone Near could really talk to, nor did he want to, even though he knew he probably should have. Beyond was getting more and more violent, dangerous, further away from what their goals were supposed to be. Sometimes Beyond would just suddenly stop, and Near had no idea why. Maybe he was going crazy, seeing shadows in the room, but whatever that was, it scared Beyond away enough for him to stop, at least for a little while.
When he had to skip classes because the pain in his head was to great, he knew Beyond would come looking for him anyway to try and pick at his brain. But that day there was nothing but hushed voices and no one came to bother Near at all. Something had happened to Beyond. One minute the older boy was okay, the next minute he wasn't, and no one could figure out what it was, or... who it was. ]
That works! Mello showing up with wings after Near catches Kira was also possible.
Maybe he was getting a little TOO cocky.]
Don't worry about him.
[Visible only to Near, Mello leaned on a nearby wall. He had to prop himself up on his elbow and forearm because his white feathered wings would be mashed uncomfortably if his shoulder or back touched the wall, but this was fine. The black leather clothes and combat boots, or the limited visual illusion of them, offset the floofy white well enough that Mello could stand to look at himself. Near was quick enough on the uptake that he wouldn't start screaming, or tell other people that he saw something impossible in his favorite niche of the main toy room. It would be fine.]
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He glances around the room quickly. There aren't too many kids there, but no one else seems to be alarmed in any way and Near wonders if maybe he hit his head too hard. Hallucinations are a symptom of brain injury, but Near hasn't noticed a decrease of brain function with anything else.]
What... what are you?
[It's practically a whisper, but none of the other kids are paying attention to him anyway]
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[Now that Near has so graciously cleared some extra space for him, Mello takes a non-threatening step forward and crouches to get to the kid's eye level.
His wings were stretched out at a diagonal to the floor. Unlike real creatures with real wings, he didn't have any way to fold them neatly against his body.]
You should turn on a television set once in a while. Get a basic grasp of pop culture.
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[ Near starts, but then he stops as the angel comes closer and he tenses up, averting his eyes to look down at the cards in front of him. Do angels exists? Do gods exist? He's never had any proof. He still isn't a hundred percent sure he can trust his eye. ]
I know what you are, but I don't know if you're real.
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Part 2: After Kira.
Near knows that there will always be another case, maybe not one like the Kira case, but plenty to keep him busy, just like it was for L. He will eventually have to take on the moniker, but for now, he sticks with N. It reminds him of something Mello said to him once, but now isn't the time to think of such things.
Headed back to the current SPK headquarters, it's time to clean things up and for everyone to go their separate ways. Near isn't sure where he'll go after this. Back to Wammy's, probably. Where else would he go? Maybe he could just stay here.
While the others work on deleting specific files, organizing their data, Near collects the toys he's managed to pile up during his stay, but his mind drifts back to Mello. In the end, he couldn't have done it without Mello. Mello has always been vital, whether he wanted to believe it or not. Whether Near cared to share it with him or not. It just wasn't in him to share. He knew it would be used against him. The thing is, Near has always been big on 'what ifs,' if only to consider every possible option, but when it comes to Mello, those 'what ifs' always take a different turn and now, that turn has him wanting chocolate for reasons he'll never admit.
Even separated for as long as they had been, Near knew that Mello was out there somewhere. That they might always have a chance at meeting again. But now there's nobody out there. Not Watari, not L, not Mello. As good as it felt to win, Near can also feel the loss. As he digs through some of the agent's things to see if he can find some chocolate, he figures this might be the best and only way to deal with it all.]
Re: Part 2: After Kira.
With a soundless rip in the fabric of the material plane, Mello burst back into corporeal existence. Quickly orienting himself to gravity, he turned his body so he could land with minimal force. Maybe he didn't quite possess catlike grace but Mello had plenty of martial arts training and hadn't forgotten any of it during his stay on "the other side. He might even have landed on his feet this time if his wings weren't in the way, flapping chaotically, smacking him in the face and tangling his limbs. When he actually did hit the ground, it was with a loud burst of shattering glass and whatever the hell Near had on this glass coffee table.]
OW, FUCK!
[Whose bright celestial idea was it to make emissaries capable of feeling physical pain? Just one more thing to add to Mello's list of grievances. At least he didn't have to walk around with a huge part of his face burned off. Clothes? Mello hadn't quite figured that part out yet. Along with everything else, he was bare-ass naked.]
SHIT!
[Maybe Mello would luck out and Near wouldn't be right there in the room with him, watching the whole thing? Now he was having trouble getting up, his heels and hands sliding uselessly over feathers when they weren't pressed directly against glass shards. Maybe he was actually stuck? Trapped by a coffee table.]
God DAMN it...
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Oh, but no.
Now he's actually losing his mind, because there's loud cursing and it's very distinctly Mello's voice. He could pick that voice out of a crowd of hundreds, but Mello is dead. Near is sure of it, he had them recheck at least five times.
Near peeks out from behind the large chair where he was digging around inside a coat pocket, and watches as an angel... an angel who looks like Mello, crashes down from the ceiling, splintering the glass table into pieces. Not even Near can hold back the flinch that accompanies the loud sound, or the way his eyes go wide when he sees the the naked blonde struggling with his wings. This has gone far beyond Near wishing Mello was still here.
Still half hidden behind the chair (because what does this winged being expect him to do, come out from his spot to help?) he calls out to him just like he had the last time they were in the same room together- as calm and collected as ever, while Mello flails around.]
Mello.
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WHAT?!
[Help was just about the last thing the winged being wanted right now.]
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Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV |
River Tam | Firefly
Shaun Mason | Newsflesh
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No one else can see him, not right now, but Shaun will. Shaun will see him and know his presence. He almost feels guilty for it. Like he should let himself be seen by one and all so the guy doesn't think he's crazy but...
But that's so hard.
Taking a few steps closer, he wants to reach out, to touch him and feel his pulse, but he holsd back.
Instead, he smiles a little once he's noticed, waving a little. Then he unfurls his win gs, large and inky black.
"Hi."
Remus Lupin | Harry Potter
Michael Westen | Burn Notice
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She's appearing before him without a thought in the world, assembling a corporeal form and grinning like a mad thing when he sees her. 'You're Michael, right?"
She knows he is, but she wants to hear ti confirmed by the source. Her arms swing at her sides and she's bouncing a little on her feet. She's clearly more excited to see him than he probably is to see her.
"I thought we should get to know each other." Her grin gets bigger and she sticks a hand out. "I''m Saturday."
Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
Shell Overlord | Blood Bank | m/m
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA