emma-reblogs-stuff

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

YESSS ANGEL AU LESGOOOOOOOO!

The Darkness In My Light

ahem... I may or may not have created a new au that may actually turn into something

Here is the first part! I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~

She crashed through the clouds at dusk, light tearing behind her in long, shredded ribbons like a comet’s trail. The Earth caught her hard, her wings twisting beneath her, grace bleeding from her skin, gold seeping into the scorched moss of the forest floor.

The divine being had never felt pain before; her limbs never knew resistance. But now, her flesh felt on fire, her body heavy. She had never cried before, but lying on the forest's floor, there was no prayer that could stop the tears that welled in her eyes.

Every twist, every movement was met with a silent cry. Her body felt heavy, weak, mortal. Gravity held her in its jealous arms. It made her bones feel like stone, her arms trembling to push herself up.

Oh, Father. I cannot go on. I plead, save me.

Her prayer was met with silence; not even birds uttered a chirp as she lay helpless.

Every new emotion washed over her. Confusion, failure, shame. Fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

Then she heard it.

Footsteps.

Leaves crunching underfoot.

Through a veil of tangled hair, she twisted her neck to catch a glimpse of another being, a tall man moving through the trees, skin pale, draped in black, his steps unwavering in his approach. “Well now, what have we here?”

Her arm raised slowly, palm outturned and trembling.

Be not afraid.

The words flood his mind in a holy whisper. Gentle and violating. He flinched inwardly, jaw twitching. The words did not echo in his ears but bloomed behind his eyes, wrapping around his ribs. “You really ought to ask permission before doing that,” he murmured, crouching down beside her.

She blinked up at him, brow furrowing. This was not the reaction she was told humanity bore upon seeing the heavenly hosts. His pale eyes bore into her as though he could see through to her very core. A chill curled its way up her spine.

You are not afraid?

He scoffed, reaching a hand out to stroke the golden blood-slick feathers of her limp, tattered wings. A whimper fell from her lips as she tried to pull away from the touch. He must not have heard her as his fingers followed her. “I am not afraid. More so curious as to what they are teaching you little birds these days.”

It is my first time.

“Of course it was,” he crooned, trailing his hand over her shoulder up to the pulse of her neck. “They must have been so proud. Look at you, so shiny and obedient.”

Her heart pounded in her head as he pressed further, the roar growing louder, filling her mind with cotton. It was becoming harder to hold herself up.

I was chosen.

“And they tossed you down here with no tether? No one to catch you?” He brushed back sweat-matted hair from her temple as she struggled to shake her head. “Poor thing.”

A new wave of tears fills her eyes as a new emotion floods her body. Her cheeks burned, her teeth sinking into her lip. She couldn’t bear to look at him, to admit he was right.

Her throat clenches, a lump, hard to swallow, chokes her.

You are human?

There is nothing soft in his features, not like the angels, with their refined features, round with God's love, glowing and untouchable. No. He was sharp angles and deep shadows. Pale skin stretched taut over high cheekbones, something curling at the corner of his lips, and yet, she does not feel afraid. He does not look like how the angels had warned. He does not hiss or burn at the ichor that flows out of her veins. He is strange.

A smile forms on his lips, an uncanny expression. “As human as any man who happens upon a half-dead angel in the woods.”

Her body sagged suddenly, the man catching her before her head could crack against the ground, his other arm slipping under her knees. Pain ripped its way through her shoulder again, a cry filling the space between them.

“Shhh,” he coos, bringing her closer to his chest. “I’ll patch you up.”

She folds against him, nose pressed against his dark clothing. He smelled of cypress and smoke, something coppery too, like coins rusting in a fountain.

It made her dizzy.

Her voice whispered in his mind again, soft, almost intimate.

You’re very warm.

The man glances down at her, not quite meeting her eye. “Tell me, what do they call you?”

Charlotte.

“Charlotte. Free one.” The man shifts his hold on the angel in his arms to brush back a strand of sweat and blood-crusted hair. “What did they ever teach you of free will?”

A frown settled upon Charlotte's lips, a foreign gesture on her angelic features.

We choose. Choose right, choose to obey.

He hummed lowly, neither agreement nor approval but acknowledgement. “That's what they told you? Your obedience is a choice?”

We serve because we love. We love because He is good.

“And if you didn’t?” His voice a velvet-wrapped knife, soft but piercing the fabric of the angel’s soul. “If you did not serve, are you still good?”

She hesitates, the breeze caressing her feathers, offering no comfort.

I don't-

Her voice faltered in his mind, fluttering like broken wings.

I would never not serve. There is no reason not to.

“What if there were?” he asks, tilting his head, the pale moons of his eyes glinting against the fading light.

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat, a soft pink lip pulled to worry between her teeth.

He is all reason.

“And yet,” he murmurs, “here you are. Fallen from the heavens. Unanswered in your prayers. Do you think He noticed you fell?”

A wave of doubt flooded the little angel’s senses, her entire body shuddering at his words. Fresh waves of hot, heavy tears wept from her eyes.

Her voice, hardly above the whisper of wind, filled the man’s mind again, a pitiful statement as though she were trying to convince herself more than him.

I am not forsaken.

~~~~~~

Let me know what your thoughts are! We love male manipulator Ominis lol

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

yall gotta learn the difference between "this character is an asshole" and "this character was supposed to be super cool but the author is an asshole" and "this character is a teenage girl who was mean once"

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

I didn’t see nothing if y’all didn’t see nothing what cameras. What murdurah?

Do I drive over this liberal or do I go around them?

Collaboration with our beloved @anyahoney who provided coloring and Anissa who won’t stop hitting on Chump

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

AMBER MY BELOVED!

If y’all haven’t read Fragments of Magic by @sailoraquila, I highly recommend it. The series is PEAK.

MIMORA IS MINE THOUGH AND NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE HER. I WILL FIGHT FOR MY SASSY PURPLE LADY

Adorable baby baby She belong to @sailoraquila aka my first victims of Art fight.

I have no regret.

⛔ © The characters belong FragmentsofMagic 

Art is mine, do not trace/edit, use as NTF , reblog or clams as your own.

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

I don’t blame Lucky one bit

Lucky really loves mommy🐺❤️

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

THE KING HIMSELF

Hades🔥

me actually starting my requests, crazy feat. @devil-eyed-rebels-writing 's boy Izzy Allerdyce

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

Jily having sex literally saved the wizarding world like how can you say they had no chemistry.

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

COMMISSION OPEN

-If you have any questions, write me privately

- You can support me on Ko-FI

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

Soren. Again.

I got bored with my current profile picture and decided to draw a new one lol.

Please leave a comment <3

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

if any kind soul would like to help a bro out because my wrist is getting absolutely destroyed by having to hold my drawing tablet the way i do to use shortcuts

i think this wishlist link works, but thoust could also tip me if it doesn't

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

I luv my mutuals sm n I just want u all safe and happy in life

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

do you guys want to like and reblog posts from each other tomorrow

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

I love Amemi’s headband! Both of them look stunning through! Wonderful designs

Lia🐍 and Akemi🦁

Lia is Beatrice's stepsister :3

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

I'm in love with this hair on him.

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

MORGAN DREW & SUPERBOY

Superboy / Carnival #0

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

more old art from my insta.. I will have new stuff to share soon, but it takes me an avg 2 months to make smth decent 😊 I don’t rly want this account going dry

referenced from Dean Cornwell’s “The Other Side”

[emma-reblogs-stuff]

"but Thorne, why would you put milk in a flask"

cause it's not cow's milk. anyways.