#Weeping Angels

[velvetbatss]

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[sailorsallyart]

A very old sketch of Cas as weeping angel who Sam & Dean ran into on a hunt ⚡️

[bodybaggage]

The Angels’ Arrival (DP x DC)

HELP- my mind is stuck on that one Doctor Who episode.

Retired Clockwork who passed his position to Phantom AU

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The world wasn’t prepared for the invasion. There were no flashing lights, no grand declarations of war, no screams. The Weeping Angels came silently, as they always did. Ancient statues with stone wings and cold, lifeless eyes, they appeared across the globe seemingly overnight. People vanished without a trace, entire towns became ghostly echoes of their former selves, and the League’s response teams were stretched thin.

Zatanna, Hawkman, and Green Arrow were the first to investigate a particularly worrisome case in a small Midwestern town. The town’s residents had simply… vanished. The Angels had come, and no one knew how to stop them. And the worst part? They fed on time energy—something that wasn’t in short supply in a universe full of time-travelers and temporal anomalies.

This wasn’t just an invasion—it was a feast.

Continuation

[user-without-a-cool-acronym]

[lilyznow]

A nice angel?

[morrigan-sims]

Cemetery Angel - lunanelfeah's stone angel wings recolored and resized

I originally made these as a single swatch for my weeping angel sims, but I figured I might as well add some colors and share them for everyone, in case anyone else wanted to make some weeping angels.

Details:

Two versions: original size, and smaller (80% of original size).

Original version has 9 swatches in various stony shades ranging from extremely pale grey to nearly black.

Smaller version has those same 9 swatches plus lunanelfeah's 6 swatches.

Both versions require the mesh by lunanelfeah.

Should appear right after the original file in the catalogue, in the left ring finger category.

Custom thumbnail.

Like the original file they're enabled for both masc- and fem-framed sims teen-elder, and disabled for random.

LARGE VERSION: DOWNLOAD (sfs, no ads)

SMALL VERSION: DOWNLOAD (sfs, no ads)

BOTH: DOWNLOAD (patreon, always free)

[ladycibia]

Nine years and three playthroughs later and I've only just recently found out about the Doctor Who Easter Egg (it scared the hell out of me)

[cali-brum]

moody and thoughtful

[donutdrawsthings]

I just finished the Flux storyline and it makes me so upset they introduced this cool idea to us and then IMMEDIATELY took it away again the next episode!! The Doctor turning into a weeping angel would have been such a cool plot point!!

[lonelyangel666]

Sensitive doll with a lonely soul 𝜗𝜚

[velvetbatss]

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[paniknanikin]

WEEPING ANGEL BLANKET IS DONE!

I feel like I say this every time, but I think this one is my favorite

[denaliwrites]

Don't Blink

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: Going home was meant to be a vacation from all the aliens and monsters.

Part 2: Don't Turn Your Back Part 3: Don't Look Away Part 4: Dreams See Us Through

Requests: Open!

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp

Warnings: Weeping Angels, babes.

You hadn't slept in days.

It started innocuous enough -- some nerves as you crawled into your bed, for once. You'd assumed it was because you were so used to the TARDIS that home didn't feel as much like home anymore. You thought that maybe, after a day or two, it'd get better.

It got worse.

Waking up the next morning, you were confronted with the feeling of being watched. No matter where you went -- your mum's, the shops, the cellar, even the restroom. Everywhere. All day. By the time you dropped into your bed that night, you were exhausted from being on high alert the whole day.

You didn't sleep well that night.

Nightmares plagued you -- they were nebulous, slipping just out of focus every time you thought you could make out even just a single detail. But despite that -- or maybe because of it -- you were terrified.

You awoke drenched in a cold sweat, covered in goosebumps and with a stomach churning with unease. You felt feverish, but when you took your temperature the thermometer flashed with a perfectly normal number.

Going about your day felt like a monumental task. While your limbs felt weighed down with lead, the rest of you felt light, jittery... panicky. Any attempts to focus for more than thirty seconds at a time failed miserably.

Maybe it was just your heightened state, but you could've sworn that everyone could see that you were starting to lose it.

That was the first night you didn't sleep.

The second night, you finally caught sight of the predator in the underbrush -- the thing that had been stalking you since you arrived back home. Only for a brief, blink-and-you-miss-it moment, but it was still long enough for you to know that it was the cause of your sleepless nights and worsening mental state.

You weren't sure how a perfectly ordinary angel statue could cause so much distress.

The third night, you noticed the statue had moved -- just a couple inches -- but it was enough for you to see the difference. Finally, you called the Doctor. Not five minutes later, you heard the TARDIS materialize outside.

You turned away for all of one second, but when you looked back, the angel had gone.

Well, "gone" was relative. It was out of line of sight, you could say that much for sure. But you knew it was still lurking nearby -- you could still feel it watching you.

The Doctor didn't bother announcing himself as he barged into your flat -- the TARDIS brakes were announcement enough. The sonic screwdriver was held aloft, its light moving in erratic circles in the darkened flat as the Doctor gradually made his way to you.

"Where is it?" he asked once he finally reached you. "Did you blink -- did it move!?"

You weren't sure how to answer. He had told you not to take your eyes off it, you recalled that now that he was here, yelling at you about it -- but you didn't even remember looking away just moments ago you were so exhausted.

In the back of your mind some little part of the normal you knew that the Doctor was just worried, but that little piece was dwindling with every moment you continued to lose sleep.

You'd moved right past delirium at this point -- and, hell, you weren't even sure how much of this was real. What if you were hallucinating? Angel statues that could only move if they weren't being looked at? That was a little crazy, even for the Doctor.

He turned to look at you when you remained silent, and when his eyes met yours they melted into pure, unadulterated concern and some dam inside you broke.

Sobs wracked your body and you collapsed. The only reason you didn't hit the ground was the Doctor surging forward, arms wrapping around you and holding you steady.

"Oh, dear," he cooed, holding you close. You buried your head into his chest, your cries still rocking through you, though the Doctor's arms kept you pretty snugly in place, and his clothes did an excellent job of muffling your blubbering.

You could feel one of his hands running comfortingly through your hair, while the other rubbed soothing circles into your back.

Miraculously, you calmed. For the first time in days, you felt like you could relax. Breathe. Hell, maybe even sleep.

It was with that thought that you felt yourself being effortlessly lifted. The Doctor carried you, bridal style, back to the TARDIS, through the doors and the console room and the halls, until he reached your bedroom and settled you carefully onto the bed.

"What about the angel?"

"You're completely safe in the TARDIS. I promise."

You knew that he knew that you had meant something different, but you were too tired to argue. Now that you were safe, sleep was coming to claim you rather quickly.

Once you fell asleep, you were haunted by nightmares again, but you were just so glad to be getting any sleep at all that you didn't care.

You found the Doctor in the console room the next morning, looking over something on one of the monitors. Without even so much as sparing you a glance, he dived right into it.

"That's no ordinary Weeping Angel."

"What do you mean?" you asked with a yawn and a bleary blink in his direction.

"See, normally a Weeping Angel wouldn't waste any time -- you blink, you're dead. Well. Teleported to another time so that they can feed off the energy that the displacement causes. But this... this is..."

"It's torturing me."

It wasn't a question -- how could it have been? You and the Doctor both could see what it was doing to you.

"Yes," he confirmed sadly.

"Reminds me of something," you said with a shrug.

"Oh?"

"Oh, do I get to be the brainiac for once?" you teased with a smirk, leaning back against the console beside him.

"I guess we'll find out," he teased back, mirroring your expression and bumping your shoulder lightly with his own.

You blushed, suddenly self-conscious, but you forged ahead anyway. "So, usually when a predator becomes a maneater it's because it's sick or injured and almost always starving, and humans are really easy prey compared to deer and antelope and stuff."

He was watching you with such rapt, adoring attention. You could barely stand it.

"But," you continued, "sometimes there are outliers. Predators that kill humans for unknown reasons, reasons that don't align with what we know about typical maneaters. The maneaters of Tsavo -- they were these two perfectly healthy, normal lions by all appearances, that killed anywhere from -- realistically speaking -- twenty-eight to thirty-two people, but reportedly they killed over a hundred. And no one really knows why they did it. There are theories, of course, but because they were healthy, and it happened over a century ago, there's no way to really confirm one way or another why they killed all those people."

You paused, thinking.

"Well, no way for the average person."

The Doctor beamed at you. "Oh, you are clever, aren't you?"

"I try."

"So you think maybe this Angel is an outlier?"

"Yeah, it's possible."

"No indicators of illness or injury, no signs of weakness or starvation. Just..."

"Sadistic tendencies?"

"But why?" he asked no one in particular, leaning back to stare at the monitor again.

"And..." you started thoughtfully. The Doctor turned to look at you again. "Why me?"

"Why you?" he repeated cluelessly.

"I wasn't here when it arrived, and it couldn't have known I was gonna be coming back anytime soon. It's possible it's been waiting for days, weeks for me to come back -- and it could've been waiting even longer if I hadn't decided I needed a break. That's a lot of waiting for a random person you don't know is coming back."

Realization dawned on the Doctor's face. "It's targeted."

"But why?"

"Why indeed?" he asked in that tone that was meant to sound casual but only served to let you know that he was deeply worried. "Let's find out, shall we?"

[dorkking]

WHOVIANS! The new season of Doctor Who has been great so far. Question though...what classic Doctor Who enemy are you the most interested in seeing Fifteen take on?

[bunnis-monsters]

Are weeping angels considered monsters technically?🤔

I’d say yes! I mean I consider most non human things that aren’t regular animals monsters. Like elves and fairies are technically monsters imo!

Now how would one go about fucking a weeping angel… that’s the real question.

[psychodelousion]