#if angels sleep that is

[chosetoseethebestinyou]

they're the same picture

She was not, in fact, cool

[valtsv]

"angels are covered in thousands of eyes" is fine but it doesn't go far enough for me. angels should also have no eyelids.

[triona-tribblescore]

Nightly mandatory fluffy Huskerdust doodle 😤🧡

Kneading and a massage~

[mr-darkman]

Haviam flores em meu coração, mas eu era um anjo estúpido, buscando por amor no inferno.

Mr. Darkman | from Sleeping Angel

[nemuiemi]

head scratches 💗

[dat-soldier]

kiss like the heavens aren't watching

[chaoticace2005]

Angel: Straight people real?

Husk: Nah, go back to bed. You had a nightmare.

Angel: Oh thank god.

[nottsangel]

https://www.tumblr.com/nottsangel/767281681445142528/what-would-sex-be-with-theo-after-not-seeing-each

Just saying… I wouldn’t be against a blurb for this scenario… only if you want to… but you’d write it so well👀

original ask: “What would sex be with Theo after not seeing each other for a while be like?”

“cazzo… i’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.” theo murmurs breathlessly against your neck, his lips hungrily pressing rushed kisses all over your soft skin. with his rough hands eagerly feeling up your naked body under him and his erection tantalisingly pressing against your thigh, you feel equally as needy as him, your cunt clenching around nothing with your arousal trickling onto the sheets.

“please, just… fuck me theo. need to feel you, please” you plead, and he groans hungrily in response, unable to control himself much longer as he lines himself up at your soaked entrance and instantly pushes himself in with one quick thrust, causing you to let out a loud moan with your back arching from the mattress.

“oh, fuuuck… missed this pussy so fuckin’ much, you have no idea.”

“please, feels— feels so good, teddy. so so good, oh god” you gasp breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs encircling his muscular torso, pulling him as close as humanly possible, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the need to feel his warm body pressed against yours.

“you’re so perfect, amore. so. fuckin’. perfect.” he growls in a low, husky tone, punctuated with each deep thrust as he quickly sets a steady rhythm, unable to hold back any longer. his hand then wanders towards your tits, firmly squeezing them while his other hand rests next to your head, supporting himself as his thrusts grow gradually harder and more intense.

“i promise i won’t ever— fuck! i won’t ever leave you for this long again. need to be inside you every second of the day.” and god, the way your boyfriend gazes down at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes, his brown locks sticking to his forehead, could nearly make you cum at the sight already, and that familiar sparkle in those pretty eyes tells you all you need to know— he’s not stopping tonight until you can’t walk anymore.

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

i love that canon nico's appearance is described as unnerving. percy says he has a glint in his eyes that makes you think he's either a genius or a madman. people comment about how his presence is eerie and how he just seems to show up, like a specter. his smile is said to be more unsettling than his scowl. pretty privilege nico is a fun hc but i just love the idea that he looks like some eldritch being at his worst and a sopping run-over black cat at his best.

[ptr-sqloint]

lab grown angel wip

[casdeans-pie]

Dean's ribs are aching.

He presses a hand against his skin, feeling the solid bones under his palm, and tries to imagine the ornate carvings running across them - remembers what the x-ray looked like. But his mind keeps getting stuck on the feeling of Cas's hand, strong and sturdy, in the center of his chest, and the pleasant burn that'd taken his breath away when he'd pressed into him.

A sensation that had been perfectly balanced on the knife-edge of pain and pleasure.

Dean lets out a shaky breath and tugs the scratchy motel sheets closer as he turns over, unable to stop being so aware of it all. A particularly loud snore from the bed next to him tells him that Sam isn't having the same problem.

It only takes another few minutes of Dean gritting his teeth and willing himself to go to sleep before he gives up with an angry sigh.

When he exits the room quietly, hoping to get some air and clear his head, he nearly walks straight into Castiel himself. "Jesus, Cas!" Dean yelps, then catches his volume, glances at the room behind him, and adds in a hissed whisper, "What are you doing here?"

Cas, for once, looks startled and a little guilty. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice rumbling quietly, "my apologies, I didn't expect anyone to leave the room until the morning."

"Yeah, that doesn't really answer my question, buddy. You were kind of loitering."

Cas shifts his weight a little in a nervous gesture that amuses Dean because it looks almost human. "I've been informed that watching over you while you sleep from your bedside is" - he squints his eyes - "creepy."

Dean can't help the huff of a laugh that escapes him. "'Cause it is."

Cas frowns. "And I can no longer sense either of you due to your sigils, so..."

(Dean presses his hand to his chest, echoes of the pleasure-pain running through his ribs.)

Cas's eyes flick down at the movement, but snap back up before Dean can put a name to the expression that passes over Cas's face. "So I have been watching over you... both of you... from outside your room instead. While I still know your current location," he adds sadly.

"Keeping tabs on us like this is still creepy Cas," Dean says, but there's no heat in it. In fact, he's surprised to realise that he really doesn't mind the idea of Cas watching over him- them.

"I can no longer sense you," Cas repeats, more upset this time.

A blue neon sign for the motel shines from above them, casting a moody blue light over Cas - catching the tips of his messy hair, and lighting up his eyes so that they're almost glowing. He's lit up in a way that reminds Dean of the Angel he really is, and it makes his ribs ache.

Dean grips the shirt over his chest in a tight fist.

Again Cas's gaze flicks down.

"What do they say?" Dean says so quietly it's nearly just a breath.

Cas must understand what Dean means, even though what he said makes no sense, because he replies, "It means you are to be kept away from all the eyes of the Angels, and none have permission to know of your location or gaze upon you." Cas reaches a hand up, suspends it in the air, and then lets it fall back to his side.

Dean feels a pulse race through his bones as he impulsively reaches for Cas's hand and places it on his chest, covering it with his own and pressing it down firmly. Warmth that feels like protection and safety rushes out from where their hands press together.

"I give you my permission," Dean says quietly, into this moment they've created, under the unnatural blue light of the motel sign, and the silent night around them.

Cas's eyes are wide and Dean feels his hand shaking. "You..." he visibly swallows and licks his lips. "You shouldn't say things like that to an Angel, Dean."

"Yeah? Well, too late. I mean it Cas. You've got my permission. And I know that means jack to symbols literally carved onto my bones, but it means you physically checking in with me if you want to know where we are - use your cellphone - and if I text you our motel room, and you're not, y’know, doing rebel Angel stuff, you can be our lookout." Dean feels silly all of a sudden and drops Cas's hand, stuffing his own into the pockets of the sweatpants he shoved on before he left the room. "And if I can't sleep, maybe we can talk outside again like tonight. Or whatever."

After a beat of pure silence the light on Cas's face from the sign seems to intensify and Dean can suddenly hear it buzzing.

The handprint on his shoulder pulses in time with the beat of his heart and the ache in his ribs.

"I would like that," Cas rumbles, a gentle smile on his lips.

Dean clears his throat and absentmindedly rubs his chest again. "Okay. Well. Good talk. I should- I should go back to bed- lots of big days coming up- world to save- goodnight, Cas." Dean doesn't want to call what he's doing running away, but he certainly does a good impression of it when he turns around and ducks back into the room.

A soft, "Goodnight, Dean," follows him inside before the door clicks shut behind him.

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[dragon-spaghetti]

Doodle before bed 🥰💖

[the-artist-grimm]

COTLTOBER DAY 6 - "Ritual"

You get what you give, you reap what you sow-

I just think using a dance to trace the blood runes for a ritual would be pretty~