#etherealsinners

[kidfrommodesto]

@etherealsinners sent 🎁 ( for guy ) for the spotify wrapped meme!

"Don't try to fuck with me bitch. You don't even fuck with me."

FAFO by Thot Squad

[corignem]

“ i could never give you peace. ” // @etherealsinners ( aziraphale @ crowley )

"no, you're right. you couldn't." he snaps back almost right away and, deep within, in a distant part of himself that crowley had long ago locked away, there is an ache that feels akin to heartbreak. it's a deep kind of wound, but crowley told himself that if he covered it up and buried it, then maybe it wouldn't effect him anymore. maybe evidence of the rot might fade away.

( though the hint of scales that litter the demon's skin might suggest otherwise. the more visible evidence he can't escape. )

"although really, it's a tad ridiculous that you think i'd even want it. as if i wouldn't be utterly bored with such a tedious thing." he laughs, laughs in spite because it's all he has left. because holding onto the anger, using that wrath had been the only way he'd survived this. and he knows he has to use it now. has to focus it because he can't afford to crack. he can't let the angel back in, not when he knew it would only be to hurt him again in the end.

"i'll ask again, why are you here, aziraphale. i thought wandering earth far beneath you now?"

[peindrenoir]

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe. ( from astarion )

❝  Often times all we need to feel safe is confidence. There are times where situations feel more dangerous than they really are. We can exacerbate things in our minds. It's funny, isn't it ? How our minds can warp reality to be what we want it to be or what it isn't. See things as they are, not how you want them to be. That's what I tell my children. ❞

[peindrenoir]

you remember how bad it was last time. ( from verso )

He does. He remembers the fracture. He remembers the tremors and their world breaking apart. He remembers trying to approach that monolith and running into the real Clea, learning the truth of the world. Their world, a facsimile of the real Dessendre family.

Yet still, he wanted Verso to continue with him and fight, It would be worth it in the end. They deserved a chance to live. They deserved to have dreams and lives and truly live. Renoir still believed that.

The question is, did Verso ?

❝  I know you are hurting, but is that a reason to throw everything away ? To give up on our lives ? Are you so full of despair that you cannot see a future ? ❞

[bloodsalted]

@etherealsinners || 100 non-verbal prompts || accepting!

∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ( from desire )

whiskey sloshes against the sides of his glass as the bartender nudges it across the counter with a red tipped nail. unexpected but not unwelcome. quizzical look tossed her way yields a nod in desire's direction. dean's gaze follows the lead and connects with the sender's. glass raises and tips forward in a toast towards them. gratitude and bewilderment mingled with just a little bit of a self-assured grin on the edge of his mouth. hello there.

amber liquid warms the inside of his mouth and throat on the way down. settles in a comfortably numb pool in his belly. glass in hand, he stands and makes his way towards the sender. "hey.. thanks. think it's some kinda social law that i offer to return the favor." unless this drink comes from a person who tracked him down on purpose? then.. well. that can get a little weird and/or not so good depending on why.

answer to that mystery to be seen.. the hunter claims the empty seat beside them.

"name's dean.. and yours?"

[fxntasmagoria]

@etherealsinners said: "I'm worried about you. I think you might need some help." ( robin to regina)

Regina scoffed and looked Robin over like she had just spoken a completely different language. " Excuse me? What could I possibly need help with?" She shook her head and turned back to check out her reflection in the mirror. She was trying on a new dress. " I really need to lose three pounds." She sighed. " That I do need help with actually."

[vienamoi]

❛   i like it here. it is . . . 𝓛𝓞𝓤𝓓. spirited. everyone is doing as they wish. you would not find this in paris. funny , considering this comes from that. ❜ lestat leans back on the bench , blue eyes dancing along the small band that has gathered on the other end of the square. a smile curves his lips , matching the fascination in his gaze as he looks over towards @etherealsinners. ❛   𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. they would not be caught dead having fun in public. imagine the shame. it is why i did not fit in very well. ❜

[qapsiel]

@etherealsinners in response to cold

                               I ACTUALLY LIKE THAT YOU CARE ENOUGH TO SAY THAT SHIT. While Castiel doesn't condone the bad language, he still starts to feel warm. Yes, he cares. Not only out of guilt because he knows he took Claire's father away and basically destroyed a happy family — though that guilt will be forever with him — but also because he likes Claire and only wishes the best for her future. If that includes ensuring she doesn't come down with a cold — well. He might not realize it's a fatherly thing to do, but he's still doing it.

                                "The Donner Party would disagree with you on that," he says matter-of-factly as he shucks off his trench coat. It's not the same Jimmy Novak put on all those years ago, but similar and comforting, at least to Castiel. Maybe to Claire, too. "Take the coat. It's very warm."