"When I am talking?". 𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝, 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣. ▾ NSFW RP. ▾🔞MDNI. ▾Adult/Dark Themes. ▾♡+⟲ ~?.▾#AngelVerse. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧."

RT @aesthxsthetic:

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He hums quietly as he finishes tallying up his stores sales for the day, his chin resting between @nymeria0202's ears as he peers over her hair at his balance books, his free arm curled around her waist to tease a gentle fingertip along the base of her tail. .

POV;. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

been really quiet for a minute now, she must be bored to tears, he'll have to make it up to her once they leave-!

before he straightens out with a quiet sigh. His hand reaching out to snag a towel to dab at the side of his neck, his shoulder raising and strong arm curling once more before he drapes the towel over his neck, letting it drape just above his bare chest. After all, she's +.

not having fun. ? . He slowly lowers himself from the pull bar, his biceps and shoulder muscles relaxing along as he slowly lets himself lower to his feet, his forearms shifting visibly underneath his skin before he drops to his feet, his calves tensing as his knees bend +.

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @librarianMiko . It's something that relaxes him and helps him get out of his own head and into his body, but a gym date-. He's having anxiety about the idea now, halfway through his set. What if she's +.

He's half asleep.

. Why does this image feel familiar-?.

to mix the batter he's creating for a fluffy sponge cake, one that he'll be turning into the softest strawberry shortcake known to man, demon, or angel!. #Angelverse.

getting even a drop of his blood if he can help it. He atomized the area they fought in to make sure of it, though. "Man, I just wanted to be the cool Uncle. " He declares to himself and his visitor that has yet to announce themself, huffing quietly before continuing +.

at work, busy crafting desserts after kissing Mammon goodbye til tonight, he's been baking since this morning. Crafting individualized desserts for each of his Siblings and their loved ones. Except Piper, he's unsure what he could even feed her, and she's 𝘯𝘰𝘵 +.

never leave it at that. He'll make this a place filled with happy memories, crafted by his Prince's loving hands, fueled by his own powers, the incontestable 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 that makes him the Archangel he is. Well, that and a world ending right hook. Regardless, he's +.

He's humming to himself in the empty home of the Bunker of Love, the space where him and his family spent two terrifying weeks together hiding from the deranged puppet Piper turned their brother into. But it was made by Mammon, and it kept his family safe, so he'd +.

the position of his sneaker clad feet, on the ground, a small shift of his hips causing his shirt to ride up slightly, revealing more toned flesh as his eyes narrow in concentration, fully focused on the slow repetition.

black workout shirt as he controls the descent of the bar. He's been at it for awhile, his blue hair clinging to his forehead as slow beads of sweat run down his face, pulling in a slow breath through his parted lips as he he pushes up. His thighs spread open as he adjusts +.

He hasn't noticed @n0tsoinn0cent yet as he's laid back against his bench, the muscles in his forearms and shoulders tensing underneath his pale skin as he pushes up against the enchanted weight, his knuckles tensing and the muscles in his chest bunching up underneath the tight +.

her personal use.

the same tongue that delivers the word of God. Swipes over the mark on the front of his Princess's throat, swirling the tip of the soft pink muscle over the sensitive patch of raw skin. ~. He marches them right towards their destination, an angelic chauffeur, just for +.