#angel hoard

[lastknowntravler]

Colorwinangelgender (Left) | Dualcolowinangelgender (Middle) | Multicolowinangelgender (Right)

[pt / Colorwinangelgender (Left) | Dualcolowinangelgender (Middle) | Multicolowinangelgender (Right) \ end pt]

Colorwinangelgender: a gender connected to being an angel with a specific color of wings

Dualcolowinangelgender: a gender connected to being an angel with dual colored wings

Multicolowinangelgender: a gender connected to being an angel with multicolored wings

[jeeaark]

For a while, Greygold had some apprehensions for how they'd handle their new appetite, but you know what? Omeluum was onto something with the whole 'Devouring The Enemies Of Who You Care About' dietary plan.

Favored enemy now has new meaning to Greygold. Their orcish heritage would be proud.

Unlike DnD's warding bond spell, nothing is more sexier than BG3's warding bond having no ranged limitations. Maybe Greygold is tightrope-walking the star-crossed lovers tragedy. Maybe Greygold likes a challenge.

[thegnomelord]

Okay fuck after reading @killerkillerkillher 's fic with demon Soap and Price, and angel Ghost and Gaz, it got my own brain worms multiplying (as if I don't have enough going on lol) so here's the au draft that's been rotting for a while lol.

So here's an idea for an au:

Reader is part of a small group of friends that are Ghost hunters/DIY exorcists (read: They're all drop out college students and the ghost hunting youtube channel's putting food on the table). Reader doesn't believe in the supernatural but the friends keep reader around because you're the group's 'ghost deterrent' because spirits GTFO when reader's near and reader thinks the friends are just bullshitting you.

Anyway the group are moving to a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere where an old haunted house the reader's grandmother left is. Then their pos car breaks down an hour away from town. 'Luckily' the town's mechanic, Johnny, was just driving by and helps you lot out. And ain't he a handsome devil (emphasis on devil) thinking he can con a couple of young and dumb humans out of their souls. Soap's all hooded eyes and husky voice as he lures you away like a lamb to a supply closet, oil darkened hands sliding under your shirt and lips sucking dark hickeys into your throat.

He pulls away when you tug on his mohawk, raising his head until his lips are just inches from your own and you don't even notice him mutter a verbal contract, nor do you understand you've agreed to one when his lips crash on yours like he's drowning.

And Johnny's grinning into the kiss like a loon as he tries to take the soul of the stupid but hot mortal he's just met only to find out he... he can't. No matter how consuming his kisses are or how aroused both of you get your soul sits stubbornly in your chest and doesn't even budge.

When your friend bangs on the door and yells for you to "stop shagging every guy you meet!" you're forced to give an awkward goodbye and scurry away. And Soap's left completely bewildered and confused as fuck wondering what just happened and thinks he needs to tell Price.

Meanwhile, while your car's being fixed up, your friends drag you to the town's only pub that's run by a Simon Riley. He's an intimidating man without trying to be, but he doesn't immediately chase you out like some bar owners. He's quiet, listening to your friends chatter while cleaning a glass rough scarred hands, but the way he looks at you is... odd. Like you're an interesting bauble he's found on his gran's shelf.

He's there to catch you when you trip on a raised floorboard you swear wasn't there before. "Thanks, I owe you one." You say with a small awkward laugh, though for some reason it feels like him catching you had been an excuse to touch you.

"That so?" His thumb traces the dark hickeys across your throat, surprisingly soft, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot. "You let Johnny have fun with you?" His chuckle is rich like aged wine, fingers gently pressing down on a hickey; it feels possessive. "You'd let any old thing like me take from you, yeah?" There's something in his words that has a shiver running down your spine, though from apprehension or arousal you're not sure.

"Ye- eh, yeah." You don't know which question you're agreeing with, and you understand the weight of your words, quickly walking away from him before your friends can embarrass you by wolf whistling at you and him. And you completely forget to ask on how he knows it was the mechanic who gave you the hickeys.

With still some time to burn before sun sets you decide to visit the radio station in town, mainly because your friend swears on his life that those are always haunted or have some decrepit old host that knows all the gossip in town. And when you meet the man you had heard softly yet confidently talking on the radio? He's handsome, pretty brown eyes as enticing as his voice, and you're starting to sense a theme with you meeting all these very nice looking men.

But Kyle, or Gaz as he asks you to call him, is a wealth of knowledge to the point you're not sure where the gossip stops and some crumb of truth begins. He talks all the way into the night with you and your gang of amateur ghost hunters, and you see why he is the radio host because his voice is like the song of angels, silk soft on your ears and you feel like you could fall into the best sleep of your life from listening to him.

And all he wants from you in return for his knowledge? "Nothing much mate, just a small favor, I'm sure you'll manage." Kyle leans in and pecks your lips like he's sealing a promise, or a bargain, but that's just you being stupid after getting kissed by the second hot guy today, surely. Gaz already knows he can't just nab your soul, he has ears in every wall in this town, but at least he can put his own claim on you.

Day, for the most part, well spent you and your friends go to the house for a good night's rest. It isn't any good as you're woken up numerous times and by morning you have several broken vases and an exploded lightbulb — everything you explain away as the house being old as fuck, but your friends claim it to be the work of spirits — your friends drag you to the church on the hill at the asscrack of dawn.

And that's how you meet Father Johnathan Price. (Insert devil in church joke here)

He listens to your friends explain the situation, calm and collected, but you swear his eyes stay on you the entire time. "That's quite a predicament." Price hums, offering to bless you and your friends in hopes of protecting you from evil spirits.

You're the last to go, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grips your chin. "Relax my boy." Those words frazzle your brain enough for him to easily pull on your jaw until your mouth opens, his thumb almost playing with your bottom lip. The look in his eyes is dark, the air between you far heavier than it should be between you and a bloody priest. But Price doesn't see anything wrong with this, pressing a thumb down on your tongue and then putting a wafer on your tongue. "There you go, you are now blessed in the name of a lord. Now consume it, my boy."

You obey automatically. You're not quite sure if a communion wafer is supposed to taste so... weird, it has a coppery and peppery taste to it. Almost like spicy blood or something but that's just you being stupid again, especially as you can feel heat burning between your legs.

Sufficiently embarrassed about getting hard at a priest you give an awkward goodbye and leave, trying to fix your pants before your friends see your... problem.

Johnny appears by Price's side in a small flicker of flames and brimstone when you leave, confident smirk on his face. "Ooh, couldn't resist claiming a piece of him fer yourself?" He smirks, nudging Price on his side.

"I suppose he is more interesting than the usual rabble." Price hums, already imagining of how handsome you'd look laying naked on the altar, and how to get you to that point.

Congrats! Now you've got 4 hot dudes trying to take your soul :D

[ritz-writes]

i love how the good omens fixation can just slam into u like a bus. like, ur still in the road and have been for months since the first bus hit you. but then it comes back and runs you over randomly.

i saw a gif of aziraphale pulling crowley to go dance and legit just started stimming cuz like. that happened! he asked him to dance! and giggled! then took his HAND!! AND PULLED HIM TO THE DANCE FLOOR!!! LIKE?? THAT HAPPENED! THEY DID THAT! THEY THEY THEY

im not normal about this show and never will be thank u for coming to my ted talk

[howgalling]

my sun haven farmer!! she hasn't got a name, they call her The Farmer.

she's been haunting the local landscape like a sad oily wraith for decades and is dipping her toes into socialising by leaving gifts she figured out the villagers would like (via stalking). she is trying her best! they know she is not a threat (to them)

[radfleur]

❥ TRANSL0CKD0WN

PT One: Trans-Lockdown. End PT One.

an identity f0r th0se wh0 believe they sh0uld be in l0ckd0wn , heavily implied t0 th0se wh0 believe they sh0uld still be in C0VID-19 l0ckd0wn !

PT Two: An identity for those who believe they should be in lockdown, heavily implied to those who believe they should still be in COVID-19 lockdown! End PT Two.

❥ PERMAL0CKD0WN

PT: Perma-Lockdown. End PT.

an identity f0r th0se wh0 believe they sh0uld permanently be in l0ckd0wn , heavily implied t0 th0se wh0 believe they sh0uld still be in C0VID-19 l0ckd0wn !

PT Three: An identity for those who believe they should permanently be in lockdown, heavily implied to those who believe they should still be in COVID-19 lockdown! End PT Three.

. . . TRANS - / PERMA - L0CKD0WN can be used by . . .

any0ne ! the angel d0es n0t have a specific DNI , but this label is a TRANSID , which means this label is specifically aimed at RADQUEERS !!

PT Four: Trans-/Perma-Lockdown can be used by... anyone! The angel does not have a specific DNI, but this label is a TransID, which means this label is specifically aimed at radqueers! End PT Four.

[gothamstreetcat]

when the gift cost a fortune but her smile is priceless

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

hey do you think anyone knows who my favorite character is yet

[the-artist-grimm]

Hi! So I'm new to your blog and have already fallen in love with your Crimson Angel AU. I haven't see anything about if it is alright to write a fanfic of your au, so I thought I would ask if that is alright, tagging and crediting you in it, of course. I had a vivid vision while listening to a song that I now want to write.

Go ahead!!!! Another user wrote a little ficlet for the AU before-I welcome and appreciate fanarts and writings of my stuff!

[brokendreamscreation]

//Mun is so heavily immersed in the Obey Me! app and it’s too funny. Someone take my phone from meee

[zagreus-eats-your-bread]

The Blue Angel is a dangerous book because it makes the heads of Doctor Who fans who take the show too seriously and who care deeply about "canon" explode instantly

[lastknowntravler]

Angeldream

- Angeldream: A gender under the -Dream umbrella, this gender can be connected to dreaming of Angels, angels feeling dream-like, angels and dreams, or angels made of dreams

This is (also) for day 6 of @neopronouns coining event!

Theme: a term under a neogender umbrella

[rqbiddog]

Tell me, Love, why are you shaking?

⚘️ ~ Briar or Thorn . any and all pronouns.

Trisharmful , Trisabuser , Trisprogrammer , Sourceharmful , CisAmoral / Immoral , CisASPD , Permaharmful. Cisangel (Fallen, I suppose) , TransHorned , TrisCannibal

⚘️ ~ Sources .

Dsmp ~ Badboyhalo (Partial) ,

Mixed ~ W. Soot (Partial) ,

Though, I am primarily sourced off of something private and personal to our system. :)

⚘️ ~ Interactions and extras.

I welcome all interactions. The body I reside in is a chrono adult. Most of my tris ids are my over innerworld experience. I do share a subsystem with @harmful-satou , so I'll be making that clear now. I would love to find someone as harmful as I am to be close with, but I do desire to have a pet or plaything as well. Anons are always welcome.

⚘️ ~ Anon List.

None at the moment.

[robinewe]

Falling Angel

Prompt 18

The demon found the angel at the end of a trail of dirty white feathers leading into the dark. They prowled closer, barely beginning to see a clump moving in the shadows, the scent of blood in the air.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a dark, dirty place such as this?” the demon drawled, blocking off the alleyway with their body. The angel curled in on xemself, clutching raggedy wings around xir form. “What, cat got your tongue?”

The angel raised xir head, shaggy blonde hair falling in front of xir eyes, soggy with rainwater from moving through the clouds. Xe gave a weak glare while the demon examined xem, catching sight of the blood streaked across xir wings. The angel shifted xir shoulders and more feathers shook loose, fluttering down onto the dirty alley cement.

The demon crouched in front of xem. “What’s happening to you?” they asked curiously.

“I’m falling,” the angel bit out. They choked and coughed, and the demon stood back up, pondering to themself. They nudged the angel with their foot, and the angel just whimpered and curled into xemself tighter. Utterly defenseless.

“What’d you do? What sin got you kicked out of heaven?” the demon asked, curious. The angel’s eyes were flickering open and shut, and the demon snapped their fingers. “Stay with me, angel. I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

The angel gave them a pained wince and said, ���I didn’t do anything wrong. I just had questions, and nobody would give me any answers.” A spasm wracked xir body, and xir wings snapped out behind them, feathers splayed at taut angles before breaking away, one at a time. The angel cried out, clutching at xir arms.

The demon watched with something akin to pity, but mostly an objective interest, like watching an ant burn under your magnifying glass. “Maybe I’ll expedite this process,” they hummed. “No need to prolong your suffering, as beautiful as it is to watch.”

They approached the angel and shoved them against the wall with one hand against their back, pressing their face into the brick. With their other hand they grabbed a handful of feathers and ripped, earning a shriek of pain. They discarded the bloodied feathers onto the ground behind them. Examining the angel’s wing, they saw that where the wings connected with xir back seemed to be fissures forming in xir skin. It had been a very long time since the demon had fallen themself, and like most of their kind, they had retained no memories of their transformation. They remembered being alone when it happened. That was one small mercy they could grant to the angel in front of them.

One by one they began pulling out feathers while the angel shook under their hands, voice long since broken into whimpers and hisses of pain. The demon admired their handiwork with satisfaction. The wings on xir back had become nothing more than skin stretched over hollow bones, half of them snapped, covered in bloody pockmarked holes. “How are you doing, angel?” they asked, leaning in close.

“Hurts,” xe managed.

“It’s about to hurt a lot more, but after that it will all be over. Okay?” The angel weakly struggled in response, but couldn’t do anything about it. The demon placed their knee between the angel’s shoulder blades, taking a wing in each hand. “Breathe with me,” they said, taking a deep breath and waiting until the angel’s chest rose and fell underneath them. On xir next inhale, the demon pulled with all their might, and heard the skin tear as the appendages were ripped from the angel’s back.

Xe let out a blood curdling scream, red pouring from their back in pulses and covering the upper half of their body. The demon discarded the useless wings, releasing their pressure on the angel’s back, and crouching next to xem. The angel had fallen unconscious, weakly convulsing on the ground in the alley. The demon gathered xem into their arms and waited there while xe gradually drifted back to them.

The demon rubbed circles on the angel’s back, where the wounds were already sealing over with stark white scars that would never fade. The angel blinked open with xir eyes glazed over, uncomprehending of xir surroundings before xir gaze finally landed on the demon.

“Feeling better, angel?”

Xe blinked again, and nodded faintly, staring at them.

“Alright, then.” They stood up and pulled the angel to xir feet with them. “Come along, then, angel.” They started walking out of the alleyway.

“Why?” xe asked. “Where are you taking me?”

The demon gave xem a pointed look. “Do you have anywhere else to go?” Xe looked around xemself, and curled inward, wrapping xir arms around xemself once more.

“No,” xe muttered.

“Then I will help you, for the time being,” the demon explained. “Seeing as you and I are now on the same side.” The fallen angel looked at them bitterly, but this time followed the demon out of the alleyway and back onto the streets.

[abrokephilosophersminecraft]

'TERRIBLE CHILDREN' by starfucka

[heartbeath0tel]

The Heartbeat Hotel ꒰🌿꒱

Hello, hello! Welcome to The Forest! Why don’t you stay awhile? You can call us—collectively—Caleb! We are a system of unknown origin, with around 40ish headmates—proper counting is difficult. We are bodily 17! Until February that is. We’ll mostly post reblogs and info dumps here!! Please please feel free to talk to us!! I would love having some mutuals <3.

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Interests

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