Gabriel (angeltrickster) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-06-02 02:12:00 |
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Humans are quaint little things. It really does confuse me sometimes what they latch onto - a book, for example. Why were we given a book? Whatever. Don't look a gift diary in the mouth, I guess.
I haven't thought too deeply about it before, but Atlantis is weird. Obviously, there's an Atlantis back home - of sorts, anyway. It's pretty much a shitshow now that Dad abandoned. This entire universe is a shitshow that Dad abandoned, if I'm being totally honest with myself. Maybe it's better I'm where none of them can find me.
I miss Oreo. I should get a dog.
List of things Dad fucked up:
- Humans
- Luci
- Angels
- Demons
- The Earth
- He created some pretty awful things. Such as Celery.
I wonder if He ever actually found any of the things I snuck in behind his back. Like the Platypus. Who the hell doesn't want a venemous, egg-laying beaver duck in their back garden? Half of Australia was me and Luci fucking around behind Dad's back, actually.
It's hard to get the gumption to mess with people when they're already being solidly messed with by Atlantis. Kicking a dog while it's down is just animal abuse.
Why does everybody prefer Snoozle? :(
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I'm starting to get slightly paranoid that the person running this at least knows angels. A lot of the things happening to people here stink of me - my kinda tricks. I'm definitely not the one doing anything because I've been pretty damn low-key as far as tricks go, but...I'm suspicious. Not happy.
I'm starting to get used to collecting my thoughts at the end of the day. It is quaint and human, but...when in Rome, I suppose.
Rome was an odd period in human history. It amazes me that they managed to backpedal from pretty much accepting public orgies as a go-to thing and not being bothered at all by homosexuality. Protip: God does't give a fuck who you fuck. Just don't fuck them over.
I have no particular feelings either way on corn on the cob, but I made corn muffins once I caught on.
Actually, they're pretty good.
From corn to meat. Not many customers today - I think next door's giant rack of cow kind of threw them off a bit, which is disappointing. I'm eating all of these cinnamon rolls.
I've cursed this book to the point where anybody who tries to read it is going to have some serious regrets when their nose grows to twice the length of their body. Teach some asshole to look in my stuff.
I miss my family.
I remember Sam and Dean's souls when Dad made them. It wasn't just them - he made all of our Vessels and showed them to us. People capable of holding an Angel's Grace if it was needed, and he said ir probably wouldn't be.
He knew. Of course he knew.
Everybody's soul here is so loud and bright. They're all protagonists or antagonists in their own stories, for the most part. So many conflicting and contrasting people in the same place ought to cause chaos. Instead, they just...live. No apocalypse. A lot of arguments, sure. A lot of lovers and mistakes, but nothing...I don't know. Atlantis makes me feel strange.
The first thing I learned to make by hand and not by magic were donuts. I might do some lessons on making them some day soon.
This might be the closest I've ever come to feeling human. Not mortal, but...human. I sleep because everybody else is asleep and I get up in the morning and I start baking at 5 so that everything's set out by the time we open. I work my shift, wander around for the day and go home.
It's starting to feel lonely.
Fuck Sam and Dean for making me so damned introspective. I don't need to do my own personal character study.
Made out with a bunch of people today. I don't know why, but it was fun. Atlantis is not shy about kisses, is it?
Got to work my magic today. Sammy asked for the most vile-sounding thing in existence for Ice Cream Soda day, but I fucking made it. I'm going to have to start making things out of thin air far more often before people start thinking I've lost my touch.
Or, maybe not. Living like a human is just...a release, funnily enough. Nobody here cares that I've been here since before the universe even existed. Nobody cares. It's great.
There's dogs everywhere today. I really, really miss Oreo. I'm going to get a dog.
Or I'll just make one.
Nah, rescues are more fun.
How do humans not despise the fact that this is their life until they die? Do they really have no higher aspirations than waking up and going to sleep daily?
I spent the night catching up on things I missed between like, 2010 and 2018 or whatever. I might have to go bother whoever has BB-8.
I keep seeing Sam around town. I can't tell if he hates me or not, these days. I wonder what he ain't telling me about the future?
I'm watching my TV show and I feature a proportionately small amount of time. Hello? Hello? Archangel? One of the most powerful beings in the universe and I just got dumped for like, 10 fucking seasons?!
I don't even have a home to go to. I wish I could sometimes.
I wonder if Cassie knew he was going back? I wish I could give no shits about them. All of them. I wish I couldn't care. Why the fuck do I care? What happens to them has no bearing on what happens to me, but I threw myself in the line of literal hellfire for Sam and Dean's ridiculous plan to postpone the Apocalypse.