found an angel

anonymous asked:

I never thought my stalker abilities would be so useful! So, this person on Tumblr posted your drawing and credited you, then I send them a message telling that you don't like people reposting your stuff, and that they should find the original and reblog it. They said they couldn't find it no matter what. So I went all through your art tag and found it (it was the Angel!Phil Demon!Dan art). Have a good one! XD

Oh haha - thank you for going to so much trouble for me!!!! Have a good one too <3

AND OF COURSE I DIDN’T FORGET TO WISH YOU ALL

i’ve been SO BUSY at the end of this year it totally didn’t even hit me to do more holiday pieces. still, i have so much planned for 2017 it’s tough to make time for it all!!

thanks for all the love throughout the year, you guys! all of mine back to you–you deserve it!

Alec & Jace Lightwood: a touching friendship

City of Ashes:

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.


City of Glass:

“Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.


City of Fallen Angels:

“Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.


City of Heavenly Fire:

“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.”
“You’re pining,” said Jace.
Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”


“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.”
“It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”


“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.” 


“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.”
“The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.”
“I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently.
“Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”


“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.”
He paused, clearly waiting.
Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?”
“Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.

The angels wings they burn and glow. The death to be told, it makes me mourn. Yet through the past and past the present the angels live through the heavens.
The angels banned, banned to earth. For the sins I committed through love and birth. Though they walk the streets and dream of heaven. Their wings still burn, still burn with revenge.
The angel fell and fell too hard. Became a demon, a demon apart. His hands they burned with ash and coal. His dreams they turned to charcoal. His face became a grotesque way. All for what, you say? For loving a human girl and now this was his fate.
—  Coral-vellichor

okay, but angels

angels seeking their siblings, both heavenly and fallen, in the face of every stranger

angels avoiding eye contact at all costs, because they just don’t want to be found

angels reverently walking into churches and being overwhelmed with home

angels shaking furiously as they pass churches, because they are overwhelmed with memories

angels staring into the mirror, counting flaws like stars and crying because they were glorious once

angels smirking into their reflection, because they could get used to this

angels smiling as they watch their loved ones just live, knowing they were brought here to protect them

angels snarling at strangers, angry because they can’t even begin to fathom

angels in country fields, weeping at night, begging to come home

angels walking city sidewalks, more in love with this home than they ever were in heaven

angels, who clutch at memories of souls of gold and bones of eternity

angels, who live by iron, dirt, and sheer force of will

angels, who walk the line of mortal and divine, who see no need to make the choice

angels seeking divinity

angels running from divinity

angels who just don’t care about divinity

angels