#letters to the angel

[blistexenthusiast]

19th century hand pressed antique wax seals

[utahimeow]

satoru the kind of guy to cum untouched at just the thought of you

him laying in bed while on an overseas mission and he can’t sleep so he pulls out his phone, goes through his camera roll until he finds the video he’s looking for—

it’s you, splayed out underneath him as he fucks into you like his life depends on it. you always take him so well.

lewd, wet noises from the clip make satoru’s hairs stand up on end, shivers racking his body as he’s transported back to that moment. you moan so sweetly on his phone, so lovely, so… obscenely. you pant his name ever so often and it runs straight to satoru’s core, to the deepest parts of him where only you can touch.

he watches his own cock plunge into you over and over, ruthless, but you can’t get enough, want more, need more. he remembers how your walls wrapped around him so snug, so warm and welcoming, sucked him in as he bullied his way inside and made his home there. he remembers you dripping all over him, soaking the sheets with your sweet arousal, making such a dirty mess. he remembers how you let him manhandle you in every way, hiking your legs up over his shoulders while you smiled like the devil.

he remembers how, as he leaned forward, his face dropping next to yours, he kissed your lips, and how you kissed him back like it was your last few moments alive.

he doesn’t even realise he’s been bucking his hips, or that he’s breathless and flushed red in the face— doesn’t realise until his dick twitches in his pants and he’s cumming then and there, untouched, spurred by nothing by the idea of you.

[foxxology]

(Definitely didn’t nearly click on that damn market place this app’s got and didn’t also misclick into your dms-)

Consider, draw one of the new hermits? I dunno, failqueen Skizz unable to swing a mace at a still target is a funny mental image.

my favourite baby girl

[luclipse85art]

Husk Flustering The Hell Outta Angel Dust, Pages 6 & 7

Husk being real with Angel, and Angel just malfunctioning and loving it!

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

thinking more about husk and angel exclusively speaking italian together not only bc they like hearing each other do it, but bc they don’t want a single person knowing what they’re saying

they talk shit and make fun of ppl sure, but they like keeping their over the top verbal affections private bc it feels like one of the things they get to keep between them

[ruhlare]

it's just me and my girl mutuals against the world

[iwozlegit]

I love how the huskerdust nation of Hazbin Hotel are on their knees praying for a smooth ride when Helluva Boss exists.

Have we learned nothing?

[dawnofiight]

Hello my cuties again!

Another fun little interaction thing!

Tell me which redacted character you resonate with the most.

Then show me what your handwriting looks like on a good day and in cursive (you don't have to write in cursive it's ok).

Then show me what you think that redacted character would write their name like.

Naturally, I will start.

I resonate with Angel. They are me I am them.

Handwriting below ⬇️

[aliteralsemicolon]

A bit of my version of Spencer just for you to make your day and because I know you love him 😌

Spencer stared at you from across the table, his eyes followed your hands as they once again rubbed over your tired eyes. It hurt him to see you push yourself and he was screaming on the inside for you to lay down for a bit and rest, but he know you were too stubborn and wouldn't listen.

Your head started to lull to the side and in a split second, Spencer was up and walked over to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, you need to rest."

"Spencer I'm-"

"Don't you start, you are not fine and you are going to lie down wether you like it or not."

You'd never seen Spencer be so stern with you before and it honestly startled you. Usually you'd scoff and tell him to worry about himself, but something inside was gnawing at you to not talk back to him and the only action you managed to do was nodd.

Spencer offered a hand, which you took and guided you to the small couch in the corner of the room. You sat down and Spencer helped you take off your shoes, his fingers accidentally touching the palms of your feet, which caused you to squirm at the ticklish sensation and for Spencer to chuckle at it.

"Let this be a warning to you, if you don't rest up I'll continue to tickle your feet."

That was all you needed to curl up on the couch and escape off to dreamland, where Spencer wasn't torturing you with his tickles.

Moral of the story, get some sleep you dummy 💕

THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO OH GOD IT’S LIKE AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT KETTLEPOT I LOVE YOU!!!

Ket this is so adorable, I'm gonna cry 😭 you're gonna catch me reading this over and over in class later and when that happens mind your business!!! I'm posting this with the normal fic tags, it can't go unnoticed, omfg ket I LOVE U, we are getting married like tomorrow!!!!!!!

Guys I'm telling u, @mandarinmoons is literally the friendliest and fucking sweetest person on this app and they write bangers like this all the fucking time and I just think it would be really really cool if we (you because I already am) would follow her. and spam her inbox with small love letters because we'd all be insane to not love her.

[bucksangel]

Milk and Honey ask…

It doesn’t have to be this version of Stucky exactly it could be whatever you want but imagine Bucky and reader surprising Steve by setting up all his art supplies and then them posing for him.

I can imagine Bucky teasing him and being like “paint me like one of your French girls.” 🤭🤭🤭

I know you said Milk and Honey but this is giving me ideas for another au I’ve been thinking about writing, so I hope this is okay😭😭

Pairing: stucky x reader

Word count: 946

Summary: Steve has been in a little rut as to what to paint, so when he comes back from a weekend at DC, his loves have taken it upon themselves to help get him out of it.

Warnings: this is just an overwhelming amount of fluff, titanic references, steve and bucky are retired, hinted smut at the end so 18+ minors DNI

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It’s just past three in the afternoon when Steve steps out of his truck, and for a moment, he just leans against it, staring up at his little cottage with a fond smile. He’s just gotten back from a short trip to DC so he could go to a kids' charity event he was requested to be at and he is tired. Now, he could’ve said ‘no’, he is retired after all, but saying no to helping those in need is just not who Steve is. So, even though he had to leave the loves of his life for a few days, the smiles of joy on the kids’ faces when he’d walked into the building almost made it worth it.

As his eyes roam over the newly added fairy lights intertwined with the posts on the porch he hears a shriek of laughter – loud and boisterous and happy. The front door swings open, and a head of dark brown hair pokes out before looking back inside.

“Stevie’s back!”

Steve smiles wider, no doubt sporting heart eyes when the door opens wider as you practically shove Bucky aside so you can go rushing down the stairs. Steve steps away from the truck, opening his arms and laughing when you launch at him – and he’s just glad he’s a super soldier or else you would have knocked him to the ground.

“Hey, baby. You missed me?” Your arms wrap around Steve’s torso and your face tucks into his neck so even though he can’t see it, he knows you’re rolling your eyes. When you simply huff, he pokes your side, then grabs the backs of your thighs so he can hoist you up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I was only gone for a couple of days.”

“So?” Bucky comes jogging up behind you, stopping right next to you. “You can’t say that you didn’t miss us too.”

It’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes, but he quickly closes them when Bucky puts his metal hand on the back of his neck and tugs – pulling him into a kiss. The kiss lasts for about five seconds, soft and chaste before Steve has to lean back and swat at Bucky’s hand that dropped down to grab his ass.

“Of course, I missed you guys,” Steve says fondly, adjusting you to rest on his hip so he can wrap his free arm around Bucky’s waist. In turn, Bucky places his metal hand back on Steve’s neck, and he has to suppress a shiver when he feels the ring on Bucky’s hand.

After five years of marriage, he would have thought the excitement would wear off, that maybe he’d become used to coming home to both of you, or doing mundane things together just as an excuse to be with each other. But it hasn’t, and Steve has never taken for granted the warm feeling in his chest whenever he’s with you, even if you’re together all day or haven’t seen him in a week.

Steve just loves you both more than life itself, he can’t help it, okay?

“My turn,” you whine, lifting your head up and puckering your lips so Steve can dip down and kiss you as well. “Now, c’mon, Stevie. Let’s go inside,” You say happily when he pulls back.

“We have a surprise for you.” Bucky’s smiling wide, looking over at you. When you nod, Bucky bolts into the house, shouting “We’ll get your bags later!” behind him.

Steve is a little apprehensive to go inside. Lord only knows what you two have gotten up to while he was away. But then you kiss his cheek, and the look of excitement in your eyes breaks down his walls and he makes his way towards the house as well.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting when he walked through the threshold and into the living room, but it wasn’t this. Most of the furniture has been pushed off to the side, and in its place is his easel, a few canvases, and the cart he keeps all of his paints and brushes in. With the curtains open, it’s perfectly positioned to give him the best lighting. Sitting opposite from the setup is one of their comfiest couches.

“What’s all this for?”

“You’ve been in a rut with painting, so we wanted to try to help with that.” You giggle at Bucky’s response, your face tucking back into Steve’s neck. And he can tell Bucky is trying to hide his mischievous smirk.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Steve finally sets you down, though you keep your arms around him.

“Well…” You trail off, playing with the short hairs at the base of your husband’s neck. “Remember when we watched Titanic last week?”

Steve rolls his eyes and groans. He knows exactly what scene you’re talking about. And, while he does feel like you both might somehow manage to give him a heart attack with your schemes and pranks, it’s moments like this that makes him think that it’d be worth it.

He’s so loved.

He feels it in his bones, at his core he knows that you and Bucky want him to be happy.

“Come on, Stevie baby,” Bucky says, saddling up behind his husband. “Paint us like one of your French girls.”

Steve can’t help but snort, and he feels Bucky smile into his neck. He takes a long pause, pretending to think it over even though he’s dying to say yes. He scrunches up his face like he’s thinking really hard, and that’s when you poke his side.

“Well,” Steve chuckles. “I guess you guys better get undressed then.”

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[blistexenthusiast]

19th century cherub wax seals

[aerialworms-art]

Happy Birthday to the one and only!!!!!!

Painted this last year, added the text today! His wings are actually glittery acrylic, the majority is acrylic gouache. I had a lot of fun doing the wood texture on the barn and the feathers on the wings!

(ID under cut)

[ID: A photograph of a painting of Castiel from Supernatural.

It is a repaint of the scene from S4 E1 Lazarus Rising where he shows off his wings to Dean inside the barn. His eyes are glowing, his coat and tie are fluttering in the wind, and his blue-black, shiny wings are reaching up and out into the white border surrounding the painting. Scratchy digital text reads "I'M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION" overlaid and distorted so that it runs over the ceiling, his wings, his chest, and the walls behind him.

At the bottom it is signed "AERIALWORMS". /End ID]

[utahimeow]

for the writing practice,, kiyoomi with either spit kink or biting maybe..

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting

‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’

that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.

“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.

unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”

you’re too preoccupied with washing the dishes to witness the utterly disgusted expression he gives you, although you can guess exactly what he looks like. “it’s vile. why would anyone want someone else’s spit in their mouth?”

“it’s not about the spit, omi. it’s about the intimacy of it all,” you explain, unable to stifle a grin.

you could continue, you could try and explain it to him until he understands. you could reason that he has no problem shooting his cum in your mouth, so how is spit any different? but ultimately you drop it. it’s just a silly tiktok comment after all.

except it sits there in kiyoomi’s mind for the next few days. as he practises, as he falls asleep, as he fucks you deep. it’s gross, he keeps telling himself. but why isn’t he convinced?

and when his thumb gently forces your mouth open as he drives his hips into yours, when he watches your eyes turn shiny and your face turn dumb with submission, when he lets a tiny, pearly glob of saliva drop onto your tongue, he understands.

“swallow for me,” he tells you and you obey without a shred of hesitation, and fuck, he understands.

he’s never felt so close with you– he almost can’t believe it. but his heart swells at how easily you do as you’re told, and he’s chasing his spit with a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips, and he’s never understood more.

[matchalovertrait]

After about 10 months of dating, Dulce decided it was time for her family to meet Caruso, and well... let's just say that things could've gone better.... Will this shake things up in the Alegría household?

Note: For those who don't know, the "discovery" of "spa water" was a very real thing 💀 That sounds so unappetizing. Insulting in many ways lol.

Transcript

Erick: Nice to meet you, Caruso!

Noemí: What a pleasure to finally meet you.

Caruso: Thank you. I see where your daughter got her good looks from.

Noemí: Oh my! How flattering.

Ángel: Um... is he really using his phone at the dinner table?

Noemí: It's so nice to have every seat filled up at the table! Now we wait for the grandchildren to come.

Erick: [Whispers] Are you seeing what I'm seeing...

Pavan is completely oblivious, too in love with Ángel to notice anything.

Ángel: [Whispers] Yeah...

Erick: I'll give him another chance... Nice shirt, what's your favorite album of theirs?

Caruso: Oh, I don't listen to this band. Their music is boring. I thought the design on the shirt looked rad as hell.

Erick: I see.... please excuse me.

Noemí: Your agua fresca is amazing! It's agua de pepino, right?

Caruso: ...Agua... fresca? No, no. This is my creation! I call it "spa water."

Noemí: Oh... clever.

Ángel: I'm not sure if my drawing is conveying the message y'know?

Pavan: Looks great to me. The colors play into the theme of not escaping one's past.

Ángel: Ah perfect. I was going to sign myself up for Color Theory 101 again.

Caruso: Color theory? What's there to theorize? Colors exist, obviously. Just look everywhere, haha. Am I right or am I right?

Ángel: Is this a joke?

Noemí: Ahem... Mija, can you come help sing a lullaby to the fish? They won't sleep.

Dulce: Oh we have pet fish now? Since when do fish need music to sleep anyway? [Says quietly] Also, I sing well?

Caruso: Yeah you sing beautifully.

Noemí: Um... It's a new kind of science. Let's go, just the two of us.

[angie-long-legs]

//Since I've been writing a ton of angsty Angel, here's a little realisation I had rewatching Hazbin earlier this week.

So, in episode 6, during You Didn't Know, obviously Adam and Lute share their two cents (aka Lute calling Angel "some crackwhore who fucked up already" when discussing his chances of getting into Heaven). They pull up this picture of said crackwhore to back up their argument.

The first few times I watched it, I just saw Angel upset and bleeding, and I assumed it was a shot from the previous scenes, since Heaven had just watched Angel stand up to Valentino and take a blow for it (OH and did I mention how they are essentially spying on Angel without his knowledge during this scene? My boy can't catch a break). Then I noticed he's wearing his robe from the studio.

So... Lute and Adam straight up dug out a picture of Angel at his work with a black eye, holding his robe closed, bleeding from the mouth and crying... AND THAT'S THE EVIDENCE THAT HE'S IRREDEEMABLE? Him being obviously abused is PROOF HE'S NOT WORTHY OF HEAVEN?

HARSH, LUTE. HARSH.

The fact they went out of their way to show Angel at his absolute LOWEST to prove the point that he's a sinful addict porn star with no chance of being redeemed is CRAZY.

[virginmary2008]

i loveee this ♡ ♡