Tumgik
gratiasancti
𝗗𝗒 𝗑𝗒𝗧 π—•π—˜ 𝗔𝗙π—₯π—”π—œπ——; 𝗒𝗨π—₯ π—™π—”π—§π—˜ 𝗖𝗔𝗑𝗑𝗒𝗧 π—•π—˜ π—§π—”π—žπ—˜π—‘ 𝗙π—₯𝗒𝗠 𝗨𝗦; π—œπ—§ π—œπ—¦ 𝗔 π—šπ—œπ—™π—§.
243 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
evolutiontopeacefulmystic
Evolution To Peaceful Mystic
idkheranymore
i am..a reflection.
posideons-son
ITS NOT OVER
lovestaysblogs
z𓆩♑π“†ͺ
tinymousboobs
tiny mousegirl boobs
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
somehow i all of a sudden went from 150 followers to 600.Β 
#welp time to block#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
12 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
β—œ/ Β· * π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž ineffablequestion.
He’s grateful that his stumbling attempt at explaining any part of his thought process is understood– but don’t they? Understand each other. He’s not sure any two souls in the world can determine ( once the anxious itch of vulnerability subsides ) each other’s desires more. They want each other, at the end of the day, and it seems tonight they aren’t standing in their own way. For once.
No hesitation in following the angel’s lead; being drunk is for people who don’t have a better reason to be intimate with each other. For just about the first, real time in his life, Crowley has another reason; one that fills him with a more comfortable warmth than the alcohol.
Although he’s thinking ( and likely able to speak ) more clearly, he decides against further conversation. They don’t need it. And with every bit of the same passion and desire, Crowley leans back in for another kiss; his turn for fingers to settle upon a thigh, groping and rubbing their way up.Β 
the angel practically keens at the contact , arching into crowley’s touch as if a moment without it might kill him , send him melting into a terrifying nothingness from which no being , celestial or not , has returned . and he grasps at the other , desperately , to hold on , and to draw him closer . to deepen the kiss , to moan into it like he hasn’t been kissed like this since the 19th century . which , frankly , he has not .Β 
and this pent-up desire , from far longer than a couple hundred years ago , burns within his chest with such ferocity that even when sober , aziraphale feels inebriated . drunk on the feeling of crowley’s firm hands on him , exploring , groping . and his own hands curl into the loose fabric around the demon’s shoulders , draw him closer .Β 
❛ crowley––– ❜ a surprised sound , when the demon’s hand brushes over the tent in his perfectly kept trousers . a more demanding sound afterwards , when said hand moves on . ❛ darling i think––– i think we should take this upstairs . ❜ a stolen peck on the lips , and aziraphale attempts to stand . aching , and very much eager to get on with it.
#ineffablequestion#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž nsfw.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž crowley && aziraphale.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž threads.
11 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
when will someone kidnap and torture this angel? smh is that too much to ask
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž wishlist.
6 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
β—œ/ Β· * π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž ineffablequestion.
If one looks closely enough, they might be able to see every bit of color drain from Crowley’s face as Aziraphale disentangles himself and sits a bit more properly. As if there were some sort of string ( red, perhaps ) tied from the angel’s heart to his, Crowley’s form moves in tandem to lean in closely again– not so much that he’s over top of him, but enough that he can reach out to take one of the suddenly-idle hands.
β€œI didn’t mean it like that! I want to– I– It’s just–” Aziraphale is likely familiar with the clumsy stumbling of a tongue normally so sharp and clever; it’s been reduced to a lump in his mouth more often than not in the angel’s presence. He tries not to showcase his worry that he’s gone and messed it all up, but the smile it’s hidden behind is shaky.Β β€œWant to be sure, y’know? I’m– Care about you more than… that.”
a furrowed brow indicates aziraphale's mild , drunken confusion . he blinks , and nods in understanding , though still hesitates to accept crowley’s words for what they are . cares about him more ? more than what ? ❛ right––– iβ€“β€“Β βœ the angel peers down at their entwined fingers and swallows . he is too drunk to form coherent thought about that .Β 
and so he decides , suddenly , that perhaps it would be best to be sober –– at least mostly –– for this occasion . even if it pains him to do so , and he frets the awkwardness of it all , the inhibitions , the fumbling . the emptied bottles fill up , and the angel winces , the world settles into its place and sobriety sets his feet firmly upon the ground of reality .Β 
a reality which , frankly , feels everything but . aziraphale is warm . too warm ––– hot . blushing , even if he is no longer drunk . he feels tight . his trousers feel tight . and he blinks up at crowley , hesitant , worried that the moment is ruined . that sobriety is too much for them .
#ineffablequestion#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž threads.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž crowley && aziraphale.
11 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
β—œ/ Β· * π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž ineffablequestion.
There’s a gentle, needy insistence to the angel’s body language; he’s practically pouring himself over Crowley, by the time they part lips again, and the building anticipation towards something else festers into near-tangible atmosphere around them– no longer space between– and it takes everything in the demon’s limited self-restraint not to immediately throw Aziraphale to the floor in spontaneous, hungry passion.
He wants to– and he thinks Aziraphale might not mind it so much, right now, either– but the permeating scent of wine and the fumbling hands upon his body send a sense of unrest through him.Β β€œLove–” He almost winces at his voice, as low and breathy as it is; afraid it may break the moment. What he says next almost certainly will.Β β€œAre you… sure about this? We’re both a bit…” A gesture to the abandoned wine glass.
it comes as if a slap to the face , harsh and sudden and dreadfully sobering . from drunk , fumbling and desperate to collected and rational is a dizzying leap for aziraphale , who blinks dumbly and retreats , like a struck animal , from crowley’s lap . perhaps he had been too forward . too drunk . too eager , and out of line . crowley might have not liked it . or perhaps he is afraid of the consequences , which is entirely fair , even if they are drunk .Β 
❛ no , no–– you’re right this , ❜ the angel straightens his collar , red-faced and fingers trembling ever so slightly , ❛ this is a bad idea . i apologise , crowley . ❜ he considers wether or not he should truly sober up , but decides facing this situation without the pleasant numbing haze of alcohol would surely kill him .Β 
#ineffablequestion#:) crowley u ruined it#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž crowley && aziraphale.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž threads.
11 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
β—œ/ Β· * π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž ineffablequestion.
He’s easily ( willingly and completely ) lost in everything about Aziraphale– it surrounds him until he’s sure there’s nothing worth noticing beyond the warmth flooding his body and the flush of fever that ensnares his mind. It’s much more than the wine– oh.
β€œY-Yeah. Right.” He’s careful, but certainly hurried, as the bottom of the wine glass comes into firm contact with the small table surface nearby. Hands now both free, they reach out to wrap around the angel andΒ  pull him into a more secure embrace.Β β€œRather be holding you, anyway.” A small comment under his breath before his lips are moving to capture Aziraphale’s once again.Β 
a bright , adoring smile is only dulled by the demon’s lips on his own , hungry and drunk , yet precise in their movements . unlike the angel’s hands , which fumble , and grasp at clothing until the two are pressed flush together , aziraphale practically in crowley’s lap on the small , suddenly awfully uncomfortable settee .Β 
the kiss breaks once again , and the angel is left licking his lips , chasing after the taste of wine lingering in his mouth . and it is as if crowley’s lips are meant on his , with the sudden loss of contact dragging out a desperation for more . but he’s drunk , and can’t quite word what he wants . more ? something else ? aziraphale shifts impatiently , hoping that crowley would simply understand . to give him everything .
#needy angel#ineffablequestion#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž crowley.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž crowley && aziraphale.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž threads.
11 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
β—œ/ Β· * π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž ineffablequestion.
Too fast. Too fast. Those are the only words he can hear– but he hasn’t. Not yet. He’s been good– as good as he may ever be– for the angel that evening. He’s been patient; waiting for that elusive, particular attention to dote upon him, drawing in closer and closer and closerΒ until–
There’s a small, surprised sound in the back of his throat as Aziraphale’s fingers curl inward, and a hand still holding a half-full wine glass jolts hard enough to nearly slosh the dark liquid from the glass.Β β€œAngel–” No. Best not to talk. So, instead, his other hand reaches out for short curls, gripping them to pull the tempter in for a kiss.
the wine never spills , but what instead does , is the delightful , hungry appreciation which aziraphale showers upon the demon . it spills into the kiss as he licks into crowley’s mouth , his tongue numbed by the wine , and ears ringing . he tastes nothing , nothing but the aftertaste of old port , and a hint of tobacco , likely from himself . and he hears the blood rushing in his veins , his hands grasping onto rumpled clothes , crowley’s soft sighing .Β 
the kiss could last forever , and aziraphale would have it so , but the glass of wine is in the way . layers of clothing are in the way . ❛ would you put the glass down , darling , ❜ a kind request , and the angel smiles , wet lips glistening in the candlelight .Β 
#here u go wife#because i do still love u#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž crowley && aziraphale.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–‰π–Šπ–’π–”π–“ β—ž crowley.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž threads.
11 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
happy sinday yall . droovey is living the LIFE
Tumblr media
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
4 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?
recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!
❓ β€” i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 β€” you intimidate me a lot. πŸ“‚ β€” you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. πŸ’‘ β€” you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ β€” i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. πŸ’” β€” i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. πŸ“œ β€” i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. πŸ’€ β€” you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. πŸ—£οΈ β€” i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. β˜€οΈ β€” i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž meme.
7K notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
because the eyes say what the mouth cannot
#YO#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž aesthetic.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž visage.
2K notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
HEY YALL ! click here to join a horrible fucking discord server
18+ only , open to those in the go rpc
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
1 note Β· View note
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝗒𝗛 ! π—œπ—§'π—Ÿπ—Ÿ π—•π—˜ 𝗔 π—–π—’π— π—£π—Ÿπ—˜π—§π—˜ π—‘π—œπ—šπ—›π—§π— π—”π—₯π—˜ ! indie && selective , 
aziraphale from go.od om.ens apotheosised by tia
#gently#reblogs#bcos skjdnfjdnf#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž self promo.
87 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
——————–QUESTIONS FOR MUN
1. Who has been your favorite muse to play? 2. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what do you like to listen to? 3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write? 4. What are some of your rp pet peeves? 5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse? 6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? 7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote? 8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you? 9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past? 10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple? 11. When did you start roleplaying? 12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr? 13. Who are five of your favorite characters? (In the rp community or otherwise) 14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise) 15. What sort of muses do you tend to write? 16. Do you like to queue your replies or just post them when you finish? 17. Do you prefer winging it or plotting everything out? 18. What makes for a great roleplay partner in your opinion? 19. Have you received anon hate? If so, how do you deal with it? 20. If you could tell your muse something, what would it be?
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž meme.
3K notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
hi everyone ! i’m back from my little hiatus (which i didn’t even announce because it was unexpectedβ„’) and am ready to get shit done ! i have 21 drafts and closer to 50 asks , but before i get to those i’ll redo my icons and make new ones . also psa !! i got my blog theme running finally !!!! thots ?
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
7 notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
princess-anastasiyaβ€Œ:
When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
#noteasilyswayed#oh shit waddup#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
15K notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
sexual texts .
(text):Β  I’m having a really hard time focusing at work today… can’t stop thinking about that thing that we did on our date last night ; )
(text): what are you wearing?
(text): i can’t wait to strip you down and eat you out
(text): i’m so horny right now… my cock is all hard and excited
(text): pic for a pic? ;) i miss you so much baby…
(text): it’s so boring without you… wish i had you between my legs right now… to make my night more exciting ;)
(text):Β  mmm… i still feel deliciously sore from last night. you certainly know how to show a lady/guy a good time.
(text): i can’t get your mouth out of my head…
(text): you looked so hot last night… thank you for the picture ;)
(text): i’m wearing nothing but my underwear right now. what about you?;)
(text): i’m in class/in a Β meeting/at work… wanna entertain me a bit? i love it when you get bad with me ;)
(text): i’m getting so wet/hard just thinking about it…
(text): what do you feel like doing to me?
(text): where do you want me to cum?
(text): i can’t wait to taste you on my lips
#arkaingelle#SIIIIIIIINDAAAAAY#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž nsfw.
3K notes Β· View notes
gratiasancti Β· 5 years
Text
upon the request of a few individuals in Satan’s Gucci Gangβ„’ . sexy elf crowley turned raw chicken.
Tumblr media
#β—œ / Β· ❛ π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–‘ β—ž ooc.
7 notes Β· View notes
Statistics
We looked inside some of the posts by gratiasancti and here's what we found interesting.
Average Info
Notes Per Post
31K
Likes Per Post
11K
Reblog Per Post
20K
Reply Per Post
105
Time Between Posts
2 days
Number of Posts By Type
Text
15
Photo
2
Explore Tagged Posts
Fun Fact
The β€œWe are the 99%” Tumblr blog became the slogan for the Occupy Wall Street movement.