Hello

For the angsty prompts: https://jynxeddraca.tumblr.com/post/819489847841554432 Bit of background for anyone not in the know since this is very different from what I've been posting. I dug deep for my old muses Gabriel and Agmundr from my Supernatural RP days back when I ran the blog Celestial Trickster. I haven’t pulled them out for a long time (something like 12 years) and while they have not been forgotten, my memory has definitely lapsed on the details of the show some lol. This is set way back in whatever season it was where Heaven was having its civil war, I promise nothing to the accuracy of any timeline, and I am pointedly ignoring the canon about how Gabriel became Loki. Also I made one tiny tweak to the opening line. You did say to fuck you up <3.

“I can't do this anymore, but I don’t know how to stop-,” Gabriel cut himself off, jaw clenching tight enough for teeth to ache and crack – only to be instantly healed again.

Agmundr turned his awareness to the archangel possessing him and studied carefully. A thousand and some-odd years they had been together. A millennia of witnessing the trickster’s flavor of justice. Centuries of shared laughter, of shared anger, of shared heartbreak, and the soul-crushing grief that was never intentionally shared – but Agmundr would have had to been blind in more ways than one to not have noticed that seeping through the mental barriers between them.

Not that it would have mattered even if those barriers had kept him ignorant of this trickster’s grief before now. Walking through the aftermath of yet another one of his siblings’ battles, the crunch of scorched grass punctuating every footstep, his grief was written plainly in the until-now silent tears that almost burned their way down their shared face. Gabriel hadn’t killed these angels, but they were still his family – and he hadn’t lifted a finger to stop it.

Gabriel let out a humorless noise, the dark mood of the sound rippling through his grace like a dark shadow through water. “I don’t think I even can stop them.”

Agmundr knew he had left because of the fighting, because of the killing – some of which, he suspected, that Gabriel himself had committed. Such was the way of war, Agmundr knew that all to well even before he had met Gabriel. However, he also was aware that there was no leader in his angel’s heaven. No one there to advocate for peace.

“Go home, Gabriel.”

“You’re not funny.”

Huffing in the mental space carved out for him, Agmundr pressed on. “You are an archangel, one of their older brothers, they will listen to you surely?”

Shaking their head, Gabriel lifted their eyes to the blood-red sunrise that was just high enough to sting corneas. “When have they ever?”

“Try.”

“It won’t help, and Raphael will kill us.”

“There must be a way.”

“Oh there is, is there?”

The grace inside their body suddenly churned explosively as though Hafgufa was hunting through it. For the first time in a long time, Gabriel turned himself inward and glared directly at the soul he shared a body with. By virtue of being his true vessel, Agmundr could only just withstand the bone-searing heat and head-splitting ringing that came with having an archangel’s ire directed at him.

“Then tell me oh wise human, what way do you see?”

Agmundr scowled, his own irritation sending out tiny ripples in comparison across the scorching sea of archangel he was forced to live in. “If you really see no way to stop them from killing each other and can no longer stand the sight of their corpses, then why don’t you end both of our miseries?”

It was a low blow and he knew it. But so was Gabriel’s intimidation.

He deflated. The roiling, blinding, charring grace-form that filled Agmundr’s vision dulled and cooled. Soon, there was a weight on his soul like someone resting their head on his shoulder. This wasn’t what was expected. Gabriel didn’t back down like that from a single, hot-headed comment.

“Don’t talk like that.” The angelic whisper echoed hollowly around him. “Please…”

They were both so tired. One stretched too far past his natural lifespan, while the other hid away in liminal spaces and muffled his very essence to avoid detection from enemies – from family – that would sooner kill them than look at him. Both of them unable to truly return home or move forward in any meaningful way. And yet…

And yet things couldn’t end.

Not like that.

“We should bury them, at the very least.” Agmundr said softly.

Anyway.

It has been very pleasant out. We had the windows cracked and left them cracked when we went to work. This has never been an issue before.

My darling spouse was working on a job in a small town about a mile from our place. He was getting some stuff from the work van when he sees a large white dog prancing along.

"Huh." He thinks. "That looks an awful lot like.....TYR WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE."

Tyr, delighted that she has Found Father, bounds up happily and gets in the work van to give face kisses.

"GIRL NO WHAT." Kev says, scrambling to go let the client know that he has to take the fucking criminal back home real quick.

Turns out she discovered that a window can be shoved open with a determined snoot, and a window screen is not as strong as 80 pounds of muscular dog. And went for an adventure.

I got a call at this point while I was doing payroll.

"BABE WE NEED TO BABY GATE ALL THE FUCKING WINDOWS." My spouse says.

"....okay??" I say, and then get the story. I swore a bunch.

More facial studies for spike and different eras. And for spuffy I wanted to do smth with an intense stare like in season 4 where she ties him up after he got his chip or in spike‘s dream/love revelation in season 5. And the other spuffy is inspired by the fic the Darkling.

(Have to reblog for more image posting. So this is a 1/2 post. For more look up my reblog.)

"this herb is supports menstrual health!" Cool. what does it DO? Like physically, what? Be specific.

How do your bodily organs function? Could you identify the individual organs? Can you explain how they work? If that organ is ill or not functioning correctly, do you know exactly what's going wrong and what needs to happen to fix it?

What component of that plant is affecting the body and how? Does your body need extra support in that way? How do you know? What other effects can this plant have on other parts of the body? Will it have chemical responses to other medications, herbs, or foods you are putting in your body?

Some minerals can start sweating sulfuric acid in high humidity, did you know that? Other rocks and crystals can contain toxic elements and heavy metals like mercury that can poison you. Sometimes they will straightup just dissolve in water — that doesn't mean they disappear, that means the water is contaminated with whatever elements and chemicals were in that stone, and it is probably not safe to drink.

Look, I'm all for herbal medicine. Crystals and stones can have really interesting uses for magic. But you can't just start smoking random plants or throwing things in a tea based on correspondence lists, or you're going to poison yourself or your loved ones.

Even simple B-12 if over used, or if your body can't process it there are going to be problems.

Some will damage internal organs and there be no visible, of physical situation. Next thing your kidneys / liver / pancreas, or maybe your heart are damaged beyond repair.

Some cause more problems than what your trying to fix.

St John's Wort is generally safe in healthy doses in sort periods for healthy adults, but if you take other medications such as SSRIs, blood thinners, or hormonal birth controls, the interactions can be deadly.

Grapefruit interacts with medications for depression, adhd, birth control, and blood pressure.

Ginkgo can cause serious major bleeding if its combined with warfarin.

Hell even normal foods can become dangerous if youre taking certain medications, like aged cheeses (tyramine) and MAOIs

Natrual does not mean safe. Cyanide is natural and can be derived from apple seeds and cherry pits. Atropine grows in the lovely desert moon flower datura. Oleander grows abundantly around my house and is a beautiful attractant for hummingbirds, its also potentially lethal if ingested and handling it without care can cause skin reactions. Mugwort contains neurotoxins that are amplified if the plant is used as an oil.

like the first signs of a flare up from stress/over exertion used to be red face + fever + rash on my hands

but the lines of my tattoo will become raised and then a little itchy before it progresses to that point

and im discovering that, yeah, if i just listen to the wizard and rest/recuperate/stop pushing myself when it starts acting weird, i can sometimes avoid triggering the other symptoms

For the angsty prompts: https://jynxeddraca.tumblr.com/post/819489847841554432 Bit of background for anyone not in the know since this is very different from what I've been posting. I dug deep for my old muses Gabriel and Agmundr from my Supernatural RP days back when I ran the blog Celestial Trickster. I haven’t pulled them out for a long time (something like 12 years) and while they have not been forgotten, my memory has definitely lapsed on the details of the show some lol. This is set way back in whatever season it was where Heaven was having its civil war, I promise nothing to the accuracy of any timeline, and I am pointedly ignoring the canon about how Gabriel became Loki. Also I made one tiny tweak to the opening line. You did say to fuck you up <3.

“I can't do this anymore, but I don’t know how to stop-,” Gabriel cut himself off, jaw clenching tight enough for teeth to ache and crack – only to be instantly healed again.

Agmundr turned his awareness to the archangel possessing him and studied carefully. A thousand and some-odd years they had been together. A millennia of witnessing the trickster’s flavor of justice. Centuries of shared laughter, of shared anger, of shared heartbreak, and the soul-crushing grief that was never intentionally shared – but Agmundr would have had to been blind in more ways than one to not have noticed that seeping through the mental barriers between them.

Not that it would have mattered even if those barriers had kept him ignorant of this trickster’s grief before now. Walking through the aftermath of yet another one of his siblings’ battles, the crunch of scorched grass punctuating every footstep, his grief was written plainly in the until-now silent tears that almost burned their way down their shared face. Gabriel hadn’t killed these angels, but they were still his family – and he hadn’t lifted a finger to stop it.

Gabriel let out a humorless noise, the dark mood of the sound rippling through his grace like a dark shadow through water. “I don’t think I even can stop them.”

Agmundr knew he had left because of the fighting, because of the killing – some of which, he suspected, that Gabriel himself had committed. Such was the way of war, Agmundr knew that all to well even before he had met Gabriel. However, he also was aware that there was no leader in his angel’s heaven. No one there to advocate for peace.

“Go home, Gabriel.”

“You’re not funny.”

Huffing in the mental space carved out for him, Agmundr pressed on. “You are an archangel, one of their older brothers, they will listen to you surely?”

Shaking their head, Gabriel lifted their eyes to the blood-red sunrise that was just high enough to sting corneas. “When have they ever?”

“Try.”

“It won’t help, and Raphael will kill us.”

“There must be a way.”

“Oh there is, is there?”

The grace inside their body suddenly churned explosively as though Hafgufa was hunting through it. For the first time in a long time, Gabriel turned himself inward and glared directly at the soul he shared a body with. By virtue of being his true vessel, Agmundr could only just withstand the bone-searing heat and head-splitting ringing that came with having an archangel’s ire directed at him.

“Then tell me oh wise human, what way do you see?”

Agmundr scowled, his own irritation sending out tiny ripples in comparison across the scorching sea of archangel he was forced to live in. “If you really see no way to stop them from killing each other and can no longer stand the sight of their corpses, then why don’t you end both of our miseries?”

It was a low blow and he knew it. But so was Gabriel’s intimidation.

He deflated. The roiling, blinding, charring grace-form that filled Agmundr’s vision dulled and cooled. Soon, there was a weight on his soul like someone resting their head on his shoulder. This wasn’t what was expected. Gabriel didn’t back down like that from a single, hot-headed comment.

“Don’t talk like that.” The angelic whisper echoed hollowly around him. “Please…”

They were both so tired. One stretched too far past his natural lifespan, while the other hid away in liminal spaces and muffled his very essence to avoid detection from enemies – from family – that would sooner kill them than look at him. Both of them unable to truly return home or move forward in any meaningful way. And yet…

And yet things couldn’t end.

Not like that.

“We should bury them, at the very least.” Agmundr said softly.