#mud angel

[tempered-grace]

good piano good piano good piano

[naggingatlas]

a fish in mud / a scarecrow full of blood

[aka-indulgence]

I’m a very city girl and now I’m imagining going to the country side and meeting farmtale Sans…

You moved there for some reason and need a place to stay, Sans was kind enough to give you somewhere to stay with some chores to do to lower your rent. You’re not experienced and you’re not that good with the chores- sometimes farm animals freak you out (cows are big, theres so many chickens, what iS THAT GIANT SPIDER?!), you can’t move heavy stuff around, even the tools are heavy for you.

And… Sans thinks you’re cute. He can do the work you do much faster than you could, but he likes your company. Every time you drop a stack of hay and panic he can’t help but chuckle and throw it on top of the pile in his arms. He likes how you’re impressed by his skill with tools and the fact that he can drive tractors. You may not be good at your job, but he likes that you want to learn anyway. You like the animals when he teaches you how to read their behavior better.

He really likes it when he saves you from a giant bug and you give him “my hero” eyes…

“those darn eyes are gonna be the death of me.”

[miyrumiyru]

White butterfly is gathering nutrients on the ground.

(F) Indian cabbage white - Summer adults (Pieris canidia)

[sonofdorn-vii]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors, Horus Heresy - Various Authors Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Iron Warriors Legion & Perturabo (Warhammer 40.000), Blood Angels Legion & Sanguinius (Warhammer 40.000) Summary:

An Iron Warrior and a Blood Angel meet for the first time.

New story by me, a little over 2000 words, written almost entirely at work :D

[wouteke]

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[professorfcknmoriarty]

@coconut-jam-and

Being stuck in someone’s ribcage as they slowly digest you isn’t exactly a fun experience.

He’d rate it a solid one if he were leaving a review on Trip Adviser. If he were the type to leave reviews, anyway.

When you’re a literal angel who has found a magic fish that’s a bat that imbues you with the powers you’ve always known you should have, you don’t do things like leave reviews. You just kill people who aren’t up to your standards.

Biblically Accurate Criss Angel doesn’t have that opportunity.

He’d been too confident, too sure of himself and his ability to beat this stupid whelp on a push broom that he hadn’t brought out the big guns until it was too late and suddenly not only was he in hell, but the stupid whelp’s father was there with an open ribcage.

It’s a little weird, admittedly. But life since when magic broke and also since he ate the fish-bat has been pretty unusual, so it’s not really all that weird just unexpected.

It’s uncomfortable and cramped in the ribcage of someone who’s wearing priestly garb, but who also apparently isn’t a priest?? and is some sort of demon or evil god or what have you.

Biblically Accurate Criss Angel isn’t sure what the situation is, and he’s pretty sure he’s missed the window for being able to ask about it.

He screams and inside him screams the fish-bat.

On the bright side - if there is such a thing as a bright side when you’ve been pulled into someone’s ribcage - the guy who ate him apparently is also vulnerable to opening ribcages, and he got eaten, too, so now they're a turducken.

“This is your fault,” Clint Kelmp snarls at Biblically Accurate Criss Angel.

“My fault?” Biblically Accurate Criss Angel demands, utterly aghast. “How is this my fault?”

Clint Kelmp mutters something he doesn’t hear. And then, through gritted teeth, says, “Saw your show once. It was good.”

That surprises Biblically Accurate Criss Angel. It feels like a lifetime ago that he was performing. They were simpler times, back then, when he was just Criss Angel: The Mindfreak and not Biblically Accurate Criss Angel.

“Oh, thanks,” Biblically Accurate Criss Angel says. “You look familiar. Were you in Hamilton?" He hasn't actually seen Hamilton.

With a sniff, Clint Kelmp turns his head away, kicking outward to no effect. The closed ribcage only tightens around them, the noxious fluid surrounding them squelching as it thickens and covers them more completely. He can breathe around it but it burns his lungs and makes his wings feel like they’re being disintegrated.

In all, it’s a very unpleasant experience.

“I am a god,” Clint Kelmp says with a snarl. “You will treat me with respect.”

“Hah,” Biblically Accurate Criss Angel says, “So am I. And we’re both here, about to be turned into free hamburgers.”

That gets him. “Free hamburgers?” Clint Kelmp asks.

Biblically Accurate Criss Angel opens his mouth to confirm but before he can, he’s suddenly a beef patty stuffed between two lightly toasted buns, with tomato, lettuce, onion, and pickles, slathered in mayo, ketchup, and mustard.

The last thought Biblically Accurate Criss Angel has before he’s digested fully is, “what, no bacon?”

[acespirit]

you don't understand tumblrinas I wasn't joking about juno steel I'm never joking about juno steel once again I lie there for an hour listening to and thinking about juno steel and again I am overtaken it is midnight thirty I put on my fire safe leather jacket I stand forlornly alone on empty bridges I clandestinely avoid cars and human interaction staring into the night sky in a place that should be full of life yet I am always alone and I AM STILL FEELING THINGS ABOUT JUNO MOTHERFUCKING STEEL--

[tchosan]

🟡🔸🔸🔸🔸👾👾👾

[cabozers]

hey sweet stuff did you fall from heaven

[faeriegirl]

What would be an outfit Rev would pick for Kanna? And what would Jonathan pick for Kanna?

n-n they seem to have types…

[ketrinadrawsalot]

JuneBug: Angelic Blue Mud Dauber Wasp (Chalybion)

[yummycrummy]

Was Roy the kind of farm kid that'd play in the mud and rain or did he hide inside from it?

I think he'd do both? He'd wear his little raincoat and boots and splash in the puddles :D and on other days if its too stormy he'd just watch from inside

[lightningfilledsaber]

pretty boy moment <3

Riot my beloved of course belongs to @limonnazul

[sanguine-squid]

clearly you've never died in a nightmare:/

[celestelunisea16]

FLUFF BE AT YOU

if Starlo ever misses Lucifer and can't really get to him for some reason he goes out and just. Takes out a rubber duck and stares at it a bit

(Yknow, there's angst potential in here too-)

Hnghhhhh, ANON PLEASEEEEEE, I'M GONNA TURN INTO A SCREAMIN' AND FLAILIN' MESSSSSS

(A lil' angst warning, Cowboys and Kingers!)

TW: Abandonment Issues, sleep deprivation, and reasoning for why Starlo hadn't heard from Lucifer (it's slightly hidden in the context clues)

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If Starlo is, for some reason, unable to get to Lucifer, he would most definitely just take out a rubber duck, most likely the Deputy Duck Lucifer made him, and look at it.

If Lucifer's gone for like a short time, like a week or two with or without notice, he'll think of it as a soft reasoning. Same goes for long times with notice, he'll just miss him and stare at the duck with nostalgia and hope that Lucifer returns soon.

He just holds that duck close to him, pets it when he gets sad, looks at it for comfort in desperate situations, brings it out to make him confident with making decisions, and even sleeps with it at night so that it feels Lucifer will be there with him, even while he sleeps! (And so he doesn't feel alone at night. :( )

However, if Lucifer doesn't say anything about coming back after a long time, say, 3 or more weeks without notice or is gone longer than what he said he was going to be?

The man is completely zoned out with just staring out at the duck and when he got it from Lucifer, only for it to start making him remember from when he got it to times with Lucifer spent together before and after.

This poor man is just staring at the thing for hours and even sometimes longer, as he's either trying to get his crystal to work or trying to get telepathic communication with Lucifer again. Only for both attempts to fail horribly and if Lucifer doesn't come back after a long time, Starlo ends up back at the Fiestyj (autocorrect, this is the only time you saved me) Five hideout, sitting curled up in a ball, holding his knees in his arms.

You know what he's also got right in front of/beside him?

That duck.

He only takes his eyes off of it when Ceroba visits to check on him or whenever he needs to sleep. (In this case, since he gets restless, it is rare.) It's just fully in his sights. It's rare for him to eat too, but when he does, he brings it with him to eat.

Starlo tries to think that Lucifer is ok... Lucifer has to be ok...

Lucifer is ok.

He is fine.

He has to be ok.

He's almost immortal, nothing wrong can happen to him, right?

He's fine, Starlo, don't be overthinking.

He's coming back for you.

He said he'd see you tomorrow, maybe he forgot or got busy!

Maybe he's just spending time at the hotel with his daughter or doing something that deals with extermination again.

Maybe he's just taking a nap at the palace.

No Angel could defeat him without being skillful and having a holy weapon, could they? He's the strongest sin in the universe(s)! He has to be ok!

Yeah, maybe he's just taking a year break! Or maybe he's just taking a year's nap? He'll come back after the year's over...

The duck tipped over once and he picked it up. It's surprising how the duck finally fell after a year, even when Starlo kept his eye on it. Nothing even touched it! After that, it never fell again.

Weird... Oh well, guess he can continue staring at the duck and awaiting for Lucifer to return!

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(What if I told you the small angst was hidden in context clues?)

(What if I told you, you're gonna have to look for it yourself? ;))

(Man, ain't I a stinker!)

(Tip <- This is your hint.)

(... If you give up, check the tags-)