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[a-fire-of-ice]

mother and daughter <3

[onceuponatime696666]

i made this a year ago

I wanted to upload it beacuse i like Beleth 💕

[ozkar-krapo]

V/A

"In Celebration of the 25th Anniversary of the Experimental Music Studios - University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign"

(2LP box. [no label]. 1984)

[mikey-darinstar]

Happy Birthday to Bobby Darin!!

The most wild musician, full of life, ego and spunk~ man of a thousand talented music fields and great at them all~ he deserved meny birthdays past 37 but alas...

Happy Birthday to Him!!

[flyttadigs]

bro did they pixelate my blog

[nono-uwu]

Nothing quite like checking one of my folders on my school ipad and being jumpscared by femboy furry art

[vinylfoxbooks]

Regulus and James are home alone in the Potter house and Regulus, who is reading in his room, hears loud music and... singing?

He ventures to the downstairs and into to the kitchen where the singing is from and finds James. He's doing the dishes, dancing around the kitchen, and singing.

No- not singing. Belting.

He's giving his kitchen a full theatrical performance while doing the dishes. Regulus watches him until James finishes the song and turns and sees him standing in the doorway.

James jumps, eyes wide, "I thought you were out with Sirius."

Regulus smirks, "Nah, he went on a date with Remus. Didn't know you could sing."

"I don't like singing when people are around."

"You should start, I like your voice." Regulus winks and walks out of the kitchen.

James now sings when he's alone, even if Regulus is still at home.

[kikiigilgamesh]

The Underworlds

~ meet the characters ~

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[iridediluce]

Belili, dea sumera: colei che piange Dumuzi e custode degli inferi

Nel cuore del mito mesopotamico, dove dèi e mortali si intrecciavano, la dea sumera Belili emerse come figura di profonda bellezza e dolore. Conosciuta sia come sorella del dio Dumuzi che come capo scriba degli inferi, la sua storia portava con sé il peso di un antico dolore, i cicli della vita e della morte e i misteri del mondo naturale. Panoramica e archetipo della divinità Belili, una dea…

[madalinagaceanu]

Name: Muraenidae

Class: Actinopterygii

Location: 38.798697, 15.240379

Date: 24.04.2025

Time: 14:45

Temperature: 18°C

Filming: Madalina Gaceanu

Sound: expediitn ft. Belet Zimudar - Lunch

[a-fire-of-ice]

[gaydiaries]

[waltzofthewifi]

Finally made it to the B’s. Palette was made for Belet from City of the Plague God, who knows a very… unique version of ballet. She came out looking a little older than intended

ID start: digital art of a girl in a dancing pose, arms extended with one over her head and one leg up and bent with a foot behind her leg. She has light brown skin, brown eyes, and short brown hair. She is wearing dark clothes, with pants that come down to her ankle and a shirt that reaches her wrist, and black ballet shoes. She is on a wooden floor with a gray wall behind her. End ID

[hell-drabbles]

Beleth 1

Summary: After a fight cut short with a random devil that thought you nothing more than a pest, you take a break outside the club. Beleth joins you and offers to have you bite into his skin to get the stress out.

(Fingers decided to write about Beleth instead. So I did. Here be the Companion biting Beleth! Also I just figured out that apparently Beleth and his king are fallen angels? I could be wrong but oh well. Here you go.)

There was this… specific closeness you felt towards Beleth. An understanding, if you will.

Something, whenever you two end up alone in any sort of area, the air between you two never fails to remind you of those late night hours behind a bar club. Where you're all tired from the atmosphere, and just need a moment of quiet where you can recharge, and someone comes out to do the exact same thing.

A kinship. Yeah that's what it was. You felt a kinship towards Beleth, with both of you caring for someone that can barely take care of themselves.

It's why it didn't tick you off when Beleth walked into your break spot in the alleyway. He's another person that pays attention to Ra-on, certainly, but there was this lack of visible and verbal annoyance at your being. You're just another person, as far as he's concerned, and that's enough to keep your temper even.

While you sat on the ground, just taking in the sky, Beleth took up position near you, also looking up with you. He fished for his box of cigarettes and popped out one. He grabbed it with his lips, flicked open his lighter and lit it up. He took one deep breath in, then out.

From the corner of your eye, Beleth inclined his head towards you.

"Want one?" Beleth leaned down, tapping the open box against your shoulder.

To be quite honest, you were a little tempted to take a drag. It's been a long day, the battle before had tensions high and the devils inside the club wanted nothing more than to dance, drink and fuck the feelings away. And not only that, but you had just come out of a fight with a random devil that said, "Aren't you glad I got that pest off of you, Solomon?"

He got a full wine bottle to the face, and the ensuing noise got all the other devils riled up enough to beating at one another. Well, at least they're having fun, and you got to avoid facing the full brunt of that devil's strength. And having Ra-on skitter right behind you certainly helped in having him hold back. Your ribs are still throbbing, however. Damn devils and their damned power.

"Quite a fight you started in there. Everyone's rowdy, having the time of their lives I bet." Beleth said with a breath of smoke slowly trickling out of his lips.

"Mm-hmm," you replied, because what else are you supposed to say? Are you supposed to be proud of it? That you started yet another fight because you can't stand to let words slide?

"But hey, that anger of yours, it's going to get ya into a lot of trouble." Like you're already not in trouble? "I'm not complainin', I reckon it's something you need to do to stay sane, given how you are, but that doesn't mean it make you safe."

"…tell me something I don't know." You were hoping he wouldn't dive into that subject. You know it's reckless. You know you can't keep this up and rely on luck to save the day once again. But you're just too stubborn. Besides, you know that the minute you go lax is the day you'll lose Ra-on forever. This stubbornness is exactly why Ra-on's been learning to say no more and more often.

"I know you got injured somethin' fierce the other day. You're still walkin' like you have a stitch in your side. And that fight you got into? Can't say it's made you any better. It's got me worried, ya know? Especially since pain just makes you angrier."

You gave a sigh, right from the bottom of your lungs. First Ra-on--whom you were barely able to divert his attention--and now Beleth? And you're pretty sure that changing the subject won't work on him.

Alright. Fine.

"So, I should just shut up them? Is that what you're telling me, Beleth?" Are you supposed to shut your mouth forever? Swallow down all your pride and anger and just take it until the situation in Hell is solved?

"Get angry at me. I won't kiss and tell."

"…really?" That's his solution?

"Yeah. Yell and scream until your heart gives out. I'll listen to your howls any day of the week. Just say the word, I'll try and be there for you, Sugar."

"That's not gonna solve shit. Don't call me Sugar." You still have to shut your mouth and behave.

"Sorry there, but it's the best I've got. You're human, right? Just gather up all that anger, call me up, and give it to me in one go. And who knows? Maybe I'll take care of some of the problem devils that have been tying you up in knots? Besides, it's better than nothing, right?"

"Stay quiet." You're too tired, too burnt out for this.

"Alright, alright."

When silence settled between the both of you, you adjusted yourself, positioning in such a way that doesn't put pressure on your ribs.

"Hey, I wanna ask you a question." Beleth suddenly says, flicking ash on the ground with a relaxed curve to his back, smiling at you with a tilt to his head.

"Hmm, shoot." What does he want now?

"Wanna make out?" He popped open another button on his shirt, letting the flaps fall open as though to entice you into taking his offer.

"No." It didn't work.

Beleth shrugged, as though very much expecting it. "Hey, worth a try."

He didn't bother closing his shirt. Instead, he completely undid his buttons and untucked his shirt. Once he was done, he leaned against the wall you were sitting against, took a slow drag in, then breathed it out. The wind took the smoke away from you.

Beleth turned to you and smiled. He tapped one of the various bite marks on his arm. "Wanna sink your teeth into my skin, then? You can pick any place you want. Even," he parted his shirt, letting the rays of the dying sun hit his well bitten chest, "here. I know you won't hold back."

"…you're really bored aren't you?"

"Hey, can ya blame me for wantin' to fill up my time? Smokin' always gets me in a certain mood."

And he smokes all the damn time, so what does that say? You're both creatures of rather bad habits.

…besides you may as well get a bite in. You've been grinding your teeth anyway.

"…you know what, yeah, fine." You stood up and patted dirt off your pants. "Let me just drag a seat or something out here. I'll have you sitting on my lap for this."

The cigarette hung between Beleth's fingers as he exposed his neck, gazing up at the sky as you dug your hands into his thin waist. You smoothed your lips over the raised skin of his scar, just taking a moment to enjoy both the different textures and way Beleth's throat bobbed with his swallow.

"That's a talented pair of lips you got there," you can hear the smile in the way he wistfully sighed, "Ya really know how to rile a devil up, huh? Taking your sweet time with me like this. Didn't ya want just a bite?"

Beleth jumped in your lap when you took a small nip, then pulled back. You looked at him square in the eyes, at that lightly flushed face, parted lips, and small annoyed crease in his brows.

"I like messing with you." Plain and simple. Beleth, to the rest of the masses, was this unshakable fallen angel that can never be pushed into the territory of annoyance. Never bothered, no matter how chaos rains around him. A near endless patience that even stretches to you. You can take your time. You trust that something won't snap in him.

Beleth chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. His hand slid down the back of your neck and guided you to his.

"Careful there, Sugar. Language like that'll get ya--"

You opened your mouth and let your teeth bite.

Stones ground underneath Beleth's shoes as he curled his legs in, his grip sliding down to clutch the back of your shirt instead. The muscles underneath your tongue tightened, Beleth's bare chest shivered against your own, and he dropped his cigarette in favor of squeezing your knee.

"Haha--" Beleth tried to get a laugh out, but the next sinking of your teeth had that quickly die into a hiss. "When you bite you really--haa--bite."

It's nice, watching the blood trickle down from the open wounds, trailing down his heaving chest and getting absorbed into the band of his straining underwear.

"Mm-hmm, like you said, I don't hold back."

"Haha, and neither," Beleth grasped his shirt and ripped it into scrapes of cloth, leaving him bare before you, "do I."

[forestfairyunicorn]

It's a very beleted Sunday, shush Day 7 of the DP OC Parade featuring @theillustraitor very cool OC Supervisor Fich!

She's a fascinating character, and her design is really cool!

[mcanylm34]

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