#angel ���❤️

[barb-l]

They really gave off huge Married Couple vibes in this scene for me, I can't quite explain why

[kitamars]

don’t look

[theorphicangel]

“what are you thinking about?”

fingertips gently skim over his back, rippling over his broad back like a wave. miguel’s facing away from you, arms underneath his pillow. marks which were personally imprinted by you scatter across his back, bright red and sore. you feel the urge to kiss them better.

“hmm?” you pause your movements, just for a second.

“what’re you thinking about?” his voice is soft, a small sprinkle of raspiness in his tone. he’s not really awake yet.

‘you’ was your first response but you choke on your words swallowing them down. you want to take a picture of him right now; wanting to imprint this view of him in your mind forever.

“nothing.”

Miguel hold back a snort. it’s a shame that you can’t see the way that his lips tilt upwards. he knows you’re lying.

“that frown on your face doesn’t make it seem like it’s nothing.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t really be mad at Miguel for knowing you so well.

“I mean that it’s not important.” you state, fingertips brushing against his skin. you decide to kiss his marks better after all; you don’t know if you’ll get another chance like this.

just as you shift to place kisses on his back, Miguel continues to interrogate you.

“everything that you think about or say is important to me.”

“Everything?” you repeat, hovering over a particular red scratch on his back.

“Everything, hermosa.”

he wasn’t lying. he’d spend the whole of eternity listening to you and your voice, no matter the topic or whether he’s heard your story a million times.

out of everything, your voice is the only thing that could soothe him — like a personal lullaby.

“well, I’m glad you think that baby.” the corners of your lips flip up into a sweet smile. your lips brush against the scars which you’ve missed. “they don’t hurt do they?”

miguel hums, “no, they don’t.”

“I should try and hold back — “ you begin, thinking to get some cream to heal the scratches. “they look like they hurt.”

Instantly, a large hand comes to wrap against your thigh. “I told you already, they don’t hurt.”

“are you—“

“positive and plus…” his hand moves to caress your thigh. “I like them, it’s like a little part of you I’ll always keep with me. They’ll remind me of you.”

your face burns and you attempt to hide away, lying on top of miguel. you feel his body vibrate as he laughs, his voice filling up the room.

“don’t be embarrassed, mi amor, I like them. honest.”

“are you sure?” you mumble the words into his skin.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

[howsdeanshole]

happy friday! those guys are still in love!

[spidehpig]

larian kidnapped some poor former catholic bisexual, held them at gunpoint & told them to spill their secret little sinner fantasies, took notes & then cooked up theses two characters in a laboratory

[karlydraws]

I didn't think I could finish my valentine's piece in time so I drew a cherubim Vash instead....

The outfit is based on Gabriel's from Constantine(2005), if you can tell ;)

Uncropped version, alternative bg, and timelapse video under the cut!

[moonbeambb]

I sure am glad none of my dnd party is on tumblr otherwise I’d be spoiling this MASTERPIECE @mooreaux created for them as their xmas present 🫡😩❤️❤️

[pechachaos]

happy year of the snake!🐍💚✨

[sensitivesiren]

i thought that face looked familiar

[hazbingirliexoxo]

Reader: *talking about their favorite TV show/podcast*

Vox: *smugly* Well it can’t be that popular if I’ve never heard of it

Reader: *mockingly* It’s not for old people🙄🙄

Vox: ….

[both-sides-of-the-moon]

... and if it's God's wish, we will meet again... you will hold me in your strong arms and I will loose senses again while breathing deeply your perfume... you will make cofee for me like you did that morning and I will kiss your hands while I dry a tear falling on my cheek... maybe we will meet again.... and you will feed me like you do with a little baby... You always loved to pamper me ....... maybe we will meet again.... and we will laugh with tears in the bathroom while trying to fix the Toilet paper support..... maybe we will meet again... and you will grab my waist randomly and drag me in dance steps all over the room..... maybe we will meet again... and I won't have to leave anymore and you won't have to cry watching me go.... maybe we will meet again.... maybe... if God wants. Sigh.... 😔❤️🤍

#my writing 📝

#true story

.... Da lontano.. tremo e t'amo... 🥺🔥❤️ 💋

... e se è il desiderio di Dio, ci incontreremo di nuovo... mi stringerai tra le tue forti braccia e perderò di nuovo i sensi respirando profondamente il tuo profumo... mi farai il caffè come hai fatto quella mattina e io bacerò le tue mani mentre mi asciugo una lacrima che mi scende sulla guancia... forse ci incontreremo di nuovo.... e tu mi darai da mangiare come fai con un bambino piccolo... Hai sempre amato coccolarmi ....... forse ci incontreremo di nuovo.... e rideremo con le lacrime in bagno mentre cerchiamo di aggiustare il supporto della carta igienica..

[nalidyne]

Bunnysuit cowboys for Easter? Yes.

(close ups under the cut)

[murderspoon]

Loser baby

[animationgirl89]

"Loser Baby." ✨🕸️♥️

(Husk & Angel's Duet)

(SPOILERS FOR EP 4)

"You're a loser, baby. A loser, but just maybe if we eat shit together, things will end up differently. It's time to lose your self-loathin', excuse yourself, let hope in, baby. Play your card, be who you are! A loser, just like me.."

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

y’know i know everyone loves to write cute stuff w someone (usually husk) calling angel “anthony” and it being all sweet and cute or whatever but hate to break it to you but my boy’s Italian you know his ass never went by anthony that boy was tony from the time he was born until he died

[haenxn]

To The Hope ㅤ I Held That You Might ㅤ ㅤ Be Different ⠀ ̩͙ ✧ 🧠 👜 @rkkuri

⠀ 𐇽𖥔ᰰ ✧ 𐇽𖥔ᰰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ܆ ͙ ͙۪۪ ̥evn ⠀⠀(-。-)y-~⠀⠀✧