#my guardian angel fr

[kuroosdarling]

happy birthday to the sweetest angel in the world 🥹

[mollyrolls]

hey mrs. akaashi how’s the weather over there

meet me at our spot?

“mrs akaashi”

LET ME AT HIM. PLEASE. PLEASDEEEEEEEEEE

why do you do this to me. i was legit scratching my brain trying to think of something to put in my ask that would make you freak and then you just drop two NUCLEAR BOMBS like nothing happened. i hate you ree of tumblr.com/aozui formerly zumicho formerly froyoya

[wookgerine]

wayv's tour is only an asia one when will they get that world tour fr

[aphrogeneias]

when you accidentally find out an old situationship (i hate this word why must i use it) of yours sent you a bunch of messages at the end of last month through checking your archived conversations for another reason entirely 🤨🧐

[phagodyke]

god felt so bad abt how shitty my period cramps are that she sent me an compensatory angel in thr form of mindblowing period horniness. amen

[shanti-ashant-hai]

Hi heard you're sad for no reason so here's a pic of two meerkats staring into space I clicked in the Mysore Zoo:

So so lost. They just like us fr

NAURRR CUTUS

[randommratt]

I Drew this miku before my Spanish final and I got 100% , she’s looking out for me 😔💕

[madwickedawesome]

every day i log onto tumblr and pray i have a hater

[honkytonkdyke]

in other news today i was told i had a hand fetish because i like works with hands as a motif or a recurring symbol in the work. what the fuck is wrong with you people

[w1redsmile]

not me n @cheernerds coming up with a super hot au idea @ 5am

[beastsovrevelation]

It seems... I have the skeletons for 3 of my Good Omens WIPs (Ch1, and, it's really 4, as one's two different timelines of the same story developed in seperate works). I've been picking at something I decided will be an oneshot, too.

...Yes, it's smut.

As always, I wish I was closer to the finish line, but progress is progress. 😊

One'd say Pestilence, that's it, work on these. But, I'm also too excited to write the Fem!Lucifer x Crowley thing, and a Fem!Crowley x Michael story that doesn't involve the pregnancy by Aziraphale (I have notes for several, but I think I'll stick to one).

...

What? You're asking whether I'm trying to become the ✨Stephen King of fanfiction✨? Why, 💫maybe💫.

In this one, Crowley really goes "now that the Antichrist's grown, and doesn't need mommy holding her hand anymore, I can finally step up as the Queen of Hell". Hun... The Antichrist is 27. You should've backed off years ago. 🤣 But, of course Mama Snake will suffocate the Beast of Rev. until she's 30, because she's avoiding Hell, and dreading the notion of her baby growing up (despite her being at university at 16).

Crowley's Worried™, really...

Yes, by the way, Lucifer usually walks with a cane, because the Fall fucked up his knee.

[gromky]

does that one mbortion fic anon know i still think about them

[jodjuya]

I am walking outdoors and there are so many sound effects at once. These foley artists need to settle down for real.

In ten minutes of walking I heard

Wind

Shrubbery

Birds (small, close)

Birds (large, distant)

Small single engine aircraft (distant)

Traffic noises (distant)

Tyre noise (loud, close)

Diesel engines (loud, medium-distance)

Squeaky pram wheel

Scuffing impacts of tennis shoes on tennis court

Bicycle gears whirrling

The felt impact of my heels striking the ground through my rubber thongs

A low-CC delivery motorcycle

My regular deep breathing heard and felt through my sinuses

A farm tractor driving past at very high RPMs

My keychain clinking in my pocket with each step

Workman using an autosaw

Workman using angle grinder

Workman hammering timber frames

Jetliner passing overhead

Row of IC cars accelerating together at the green lights - collective broom broom

Car with dodgy transmission wheezed past

Snatch of laughter from a teenage girl

Bird chorus (middle distance)

Train arrival announcement

The bottom of my flip-flops flipping up to slap my feett with each stride

[brian-kinney-apologist]

raglan james fr said @ daniel 'you fear armand, you should fear the other one' just for daniel to respond with his whole chest 'BITCH what the FUCK are you even talking about???? louis is literally my bff, my guardian angel, we're like that 🤞now'

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth. 

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive. 

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise. 

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both. 

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this. 

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them." 

"As you wish." 

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

[bonesfucker3000]

I have this beautiful (terrifying) picture of AOS Spock above my bed so 50% o the time I wake up I see him staring at me (I actually used to be scared of him and I once woke up in the middle of might saw him staring right back at me and I got so terrified I couldn't go back to sleep) he's like my guardian angel 😍

The other 50% of the time I wake up and see my mini Bones shrine on my desk I made :3 (Bones got me into such a chokehold...this isnt normal istg)

My husband fr