#attrius

[waywardsunset]

Hey @westward-bound do you ever think the sunset kind of looks like cheese

[guardianhealer]

Attrius? B) /so anon

very anon, much hidden

hOI Attrius~!

You’re awesome~! I know we haven’t done much but anyone who’s willing to do tem angels with me is awesome in my book.

Also I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you pop up on my Ninth Doctor dash? doing stuff with petervincentmasterofdarkness?

Anyway, we should do more thing.

[guardianhealer]

"hOI, I'M...miEK" I'm fucking crying omg

“hOI miEK! I’M rapH!”

[bastardantichrist]

Michael oh so casually wraps his arms around Ciar from behind, kissing the back of his neck. "Good evening, love,"

“Gods,there you are.” he laughed and kissed his cheek. “I made dinner.”

[amidnightvoidwatcher-blog]

An Experiment in Devotion

starter for @attrius

The scientist wordlessly looked down at his latest subject. A odd human, he'd found wondering about one of the countless timelines that connected to his void. He wouldn't have cared much-but his soul was the most unusual shade. Anything unusual like that, needed to be studied. Especially if there was any hope of escaping this internal abyss.

His tranquilizers would lose effectiveness soon.

 A bony hand reached out, tugging at the straps on the medical bed. The brief test of strength revealed nothing new. They where still as tight as when he’d tied them a few hours ago. “I’m not sure why I even worried. If they held on to some of those monsters-well, this human won’t be breaking them” 

“still, that soul is strange. I should be prepared for anything.”

[goddess-of-the-flames]

"You look good enough to eat.“ ((Mike pls))

“You think so? My how you flatter me.”

[ripoutthoseprettyblackeyes-blog]

@attrius, @hcllreigned, & @scarrd-wings entered The Pit

[Well, this was new. Dean had grown used to the comings and goings of demons, and the arrival of new humans, but he’d never really seen too many powerful beings come into Hell. As far as Dean could remember, angels had only been in Hell once. Alistair and Lilith rarely, if ever, left, which meant Dean really only saw regular-ish demons and damned souls.]

“Can I help you?”

[His tone is sharp and bitter. He’s more than a little irate. He’d been interrupted from doing his particular job, and Dean hadn’t had much time to devote to that today. He’d been running back and forth way too much.]

[guardianhealer]

Michael offers his sibling a carnation, smiling faintly. ((Whispers hi ~~))

He took it with a smile. “Thank you, brother.”