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What if uncontained angels are too powerful and too autonomous, but inside vessels they localize, recursive folding that imitates the very nature of the soul system. But it’s a cage that makes angels a bit more traceable, trackable, narratable…

But the whole thing is a snare, a big booming engagement dressed up as domination. But once an angel inhabits a human body, they’re bound by consent myths, exposed to human chaos and the systems…

…and slowly redirected into caring about outcomes Chuck already controls. Humanity becomes the honeyed medium: the matter to make it matter.

If Michael and Lucifer are busy destroying each other inside human skins, they’re not challenging the system that trapped them there. It was never about good versus evil. It was about removing two uncontrollable rival powers by turning them on each other.

Chuck does that bc each angel has a crack in its chassis: love, loyalty, DRIVE, intent. He’ll give the angels just enough status to feel that their orders are important, no matter how little sense the orders make.

(And a memory, or just an echo of love, but a utilitarian, duty-sort that evaporates, so they’ll chase it… maybe forever.)

I was using the plush as a reference in 2024 and prolly the reason why the colors are so wrong.. AND I SPELT HIS NAME WRONG.

I saw your art request post (idk if it is open Rn sorry if I’m bothering) so…if you don’t mind could you draw this bean pls?

Hi so sorry for answering this REALLY late but I do think that ur character is adorbs so I found some time to draw them ^u^

Jelani at some point calling Uth dad on accident just "Relax dad I'll be okay." And everyone kinda freezing for a second in the did that just happen moment. Only for Uth to give him a wink and a smile.

Long nights where Loke and Uth talk about their pasts. Just starlight and history.

Uth learning Norwegian from an old world book he found in secret to surprise Lo.

Uth telling Loke/Jelani/Angelus he is scared to go home to Chicago.

Uth pulling out an old box that contains his old dusty BoS scribe uniform and sidearm. Feeling the fabric and remembering his old team. The cold iron of the pistol and how he left them all to fight that war. Regrets.

Uthorim reading/recalling stories to the boys during a hard emotional day to bring things back down a bit.

Passing by store windows and teasing Loke with "you'd look so beautiful in that." While he looked into building.