#angel needs coffee

[licieoic]

"Angel Needs Coffee" - Digital Oil Painting

"Dean... I need coffee..." "It's literally right here, Cas."

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[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: Angel once texted me "your adorable" so I texted him back "No, YOU'RE adorable".

Charlie: …And?

Husk: And now we're dating, we've been dating for three months.

Husk: All I did was point out a typo, but I like him, so l'm not complaining.

[clarity2electricboogaloo]

I love when the grumpy character gets the sweetest mf drink to ever exist and the more energetic character gets the “I’ll just take it black! Like my soul” drink.

Anyways, so you know Angel and Husk-

[maudiemoods]

Little doodle before I go to bed yayyyay

I think dancing in the kitchen while your food is cooking is the best experience ever

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Wait. Hold on. I just finished my second watch of season two and I have a theory…

I think Aziraphale knew he fucked up before he ever got on that elevator.

HEAR ME OUT!

I think the moment that he heard that his big project would be the Second Coming, he instantly realized Crowley was right. As soon as the Metatron mentions the Second Coming, Aziraphale looks directly to Crowley with what I think is very-well-concealed panic. I don’t think that was a wistful gaze at what-might’ve-been. I think that was an instinctive entreaty for help from the person he trusts most in the world, followed by the immediate realization that he can’t ask for Crowley for help without letting the Metatron know something’s wrong.

Because Aziraphale KNOWS that the Second Coming is just a different flavor of Armageddon, it’s literally the rapture. There’s no planet where our boy has changed so much that he’d be willing to bring about the end of humanity, and the fact that he didn’t object to the idea instantly is important. To me, it means that Aziraphale must’ve made a split-second decision to play along. He didn’t have time to tell Crowley what was wrong, and even if he could’ve, he didn’t have enough information to put a stop to it.

Basically, I think that in the moments after the Metatron mentioned the Second Coming Aziraphale realized several things in quick succession

Crowley was right.

He and Crowley were going to have to save the world again.

If they were going to stop another apocalypse, they needed to know what they were up against.

The only way to know was to have a man on the inside.

There wasn’t time to tell Crowley any of it.

Now the question is, how does Aziraphale let Crowley know what’s going on?? Because he can’t stop Armageddon 2 (Electric Bugaloo) by himself.

[gioiaalbanoart]

FRIED MIXED (writing share NOT as usual.... 📷)

Tagged/called to action by @tragedycoded here

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wip TSA / The scarred angel

SO.... not the usual writing share since I don't really have many new lines that I haven't share already .

BECAUSE I'm trying to OUTLINE the F.....G PLOT 😈 (about time !) ....making baby steps.

So, here you have .....the "plot" 👇👇

And (just) a few lines 😉:

..........Ashley at first locks eyes with hers again then her lips twists in a half shit-eating grin : "That was lame" she breathes out, more like talking to herself.

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(If we were mutual and we're not anymore let me know ! )

Take a coffee too ☕☕☕☕ IT'S MONDAY!

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[yappingbitch73]

his social media managers need to get him on tumblr ASAP! he's already so a tumblerina girlblogger femcel coquette bimbo fawn angelcore yeast infection nymph :(

[depravedangelbaby]

got a little stoned this morning so I'm gonna crawl back into bed n fall back asleep with my lush in :)

[boxwinebaddie]

A STUDENT BROUGHT ME BREAKFAST 🥺🥺🥺💗

[marleysfinest]

pfp now my actual face so if that shatters the illusion I apologise!!!! I just like that piccy bc it shows off my jjk tshirt and also my hair looks good for once!! peace and love!!!

[clawsinsodeep]

Death Angel, 1987.

[ricky-olson]

it’s energy drink kind of morning

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: I’m too tired to slap you. Bash your face against my palm, would ya?

[carcarrot]

i did tell you people i met a they might be giant right.

[derelictdumbass]

The Angel's Baptist

warning/s: religious themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, canon-typical violence

It's funny referring to Dean as an angel seeing how his character ends up but in an odd way at the start of his story in Hope County he really is—compared to John. The worst things he'd ever done were during a traumatic childhood, his teen years spent self isolating and his early years of adulthood were spent in the most mundane, boring ways possible. Even during the beginning of the story he was giving all his days to help others. But under the surface there's a lot more than that, he's still riddled with sin, and John can see it.

Despite the first cursory glance showing something akin to a saint John can see all the cracks within him and he digs his fingers in until he can start tearing Dean apart and exposing every scar and vice. And what he finds is a broken man who'd rather sleep than take care of himself, a man who'd rather start a barfight to punish himself rather than go to therapy, a man whose so comfortable in his own company he neglects his relationships and doesn't do anything to change.

A man so afraid of being seen he uses his teeth as a warning and his words as a knife. But he never bites down and John has always been comfortable with his neck in an open maw.

Once John has scrapped away all the coating and gotten to the core of Dean he's more ethereal than ever, to John each imperfection and unhealthy coping mechanism is a work of art. A work of art he's ready to mold, to creep inside and weave himself into as a support structure that can't be taken out without destroying the whole thing.

Dean is a fallen angel, wings dirtied with mud and body bruised and scarred from head to toe. And when John finally gets through to him and is able to cradle his broken ribs he becomes one too. Just a drop of holiness is shared through split lips and trembling fingertips. John carves out his sins and by proxy he can forget his own, in indulging in Dean's rebirth he chases his own and for once feels like maybe he reached it.

He's Dean's Baptist, his saviour, his lover, his solace—and Dean is his angel, his proof that those gates will be open to him as long as he has him in his arms.

The Sloth's Wrath

The first iteration of Dean and John's relationship, so much more violent and corruptive in almost the opposite way. Dean in this iteration has his vices on full display, he was a mess and everyone knew about it. His anger simmered and boiled over in bloody knuckles and bruised cheeks.

John's own sins were ramped up, focusing on his neglect of his previous duties in his sole need to dig his hands into Dean's soul and rip him art to build him back together. His own Wrath parries Dean's, they collided like fireworks and left scars no each other deeper than anyone else could witness.

Dean was no angel, he was from the same circle of hell that John crawled out of and it was John's sole responsibility to raise him from it. Dean resisted at every corner, almost killing him, but John knew all about the love in bloodied knees and brought Dean down to his level until all they were was raw and open and broken in each other's embrace.

The dynamic changed from violent and raw to violence in softness, a slow decline of walls until the serpent could sneak in to the garden. I like the new dynamic of slow corruption compared to how quickly Dean succumbed to John in their first iteration, he was almost immediately drawn in by the twin flame and he still is but this time he's afraid and resistant to the pull.

It's more realistic for them to have this slow dance into a descent, for Dean to grapple with what he wanted himself to be and John holding up a mirror to what he always had been. Dean is still violent and they still near kill each other but it's lathered in a twisted love neither of them can deny at the end.

[mundmutter]

Name : Qistina Leota. Birthplace / Residence : North Corel / Midgar -  Upper Sector 7 in the Employee Housing Area ( with her older brother Edward ( 33 )  living with her until the plate fall )  Height: 5′6 / 5′10 in heels Alignment: Neutral ??? Age: 22 ( CC ) 29 ( FF7:Remake ) FC: bg3

Appearance: The same silvery moonlit hair, deep red eyes and brown skin. Her wardrobe consists of mostly fine silk blouses and form fitted skirts just below the knee and heels, with her hair to her mid-thigh always kept up and in place in various types of buns   ( and sometimes simply braided in a plait and over the shoulder, but not often ) . When at work she’ll usually keep her lab coat on, as she’ll get cold sitting down all day. 

She seems huffy more often than not, often looking down at her works and writings with a slight frown and furrow of a finely sculpted brow. Nails kept trimmed but painted deep colors, jewelry desired but kept at home for the weekends - a small chain necklace or tiny hoop earrings if she can get away with it. Makeup is minimal at work, soft and casual glam. Professional but not completely distracting with her color choices. Though, she does love the effect of a deep lip color. 

Series: Final Fantasy 7 / Remake Occupation: Scientist and Researcher at Shin-Ra's Science & Research Division.  Special Abilities: Intelligence, Medical knowledge, transmuting various powerful monsters and types of Materia to attach to weapons for SOLDIERs.

Settled in North Corel for the past couple of years, having lived in Corel for generations. Much like her other verses, she is near forced to give up on her dreams to be a scientist ( alchemist ) to work for her family. 

After an incident with her family, she fled home at 17 to Midgar with her brother ( who had also left to pursue his own dreams ) where she had lived ever since. Unfortunately, this dream would bring out a very unfortunate personality trait in hers. Lifting her childlike curiosity into deeper depths of over-observance. Her desire to know and understand rises to its most dangerous, doing any and all possible to reach her answers, no matter the cost. 

Her priorities become skewed when the plate falls, losing her brother and everything she ever had. Opening her eyes what she’d gotten herself into. As of right now, her story goes as far as where Intergrade ends. Whether she flees Midgar when the plate falls and her brother dies to travel, or remains to fight within the system of SHINRA itself  ― all up for plotting. All in All, she does not want to be controlled, and desperately wants her freedom.

NOTES:

― Qistina suffers from Mako poisoning. she performs various types of experiments on herself to combat this. It works a bit like her coal workers' pneumoconiosis from her other verses and has a very strong effect on her abilities. ― She develops special types of medicine to help break down the poison safely. Though a slow process, it at least works to keep her alive and busy. A side-effect being shortness of breath. ― She’ll even bypass personal bubbles to get her questions answered. ― Much too hungry for knowledge for her own good. ― Can get haughty about her Work, often, and is most ruthless against aspersions on her creations. She could do with some humbling. ― can get over-excited and bloodthirsty when given the opportunity to shine properly. Whether from other people sparking that, or left on her own. For now, she’s subtle. She’s not overtly open about it, knowing what others would think to her abnormal ideas.