holy blocking batman. on the nose? sure. a shot that seems to have been composed specifically so a dropout former film student like me can exclaim ‘wow this is cinematic’ and probably talk circles about the symbolism… jack with his back turned to the camera, a statuesque silhouette towering over the cowering gwen — on her knees before something of a an idol, a demigod, an impossible hero, some christ figure risen from the dead but at the cost of the corpse lying prostrate like a sacrifice beside him. somebody to take her by the hand and lead her to a transfigured world in which nothing will ever be the same.
arriving like an angel of death after defying it — come with me and leave of the land of the living behind. come with me too, gwen cooper, your turn
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Angel's always had a desire to touch. When something is 'forbidden', an individual will begin to crave it more. But he's been around long enough, and denied himself it long enough, that he's not tempted to act on his desire. Until you.
You, you. New to the division, in some position or another. He didn't get the information the first time, and he hasn't cared to find out even now. He's too enthralled by you. He's never been attracted to something so physically as he is you.
Your face, your dead expression that changes so quickly when you smile, or talk with coworkers who's company you enjoy. Your chest, how it bounces when you laugh, he can't help but stare. Your stomach, the way your skirt accentuates the curves and weight of it.
It's all made so much worse when everyone goes out drinking. He usually avoids the invitation, but everytime he sees you agree to it, he can't find the words for his normal excuse.
You practically glow a holy light when you're drunk. Laughing as you watch everyone make fools of themselves. One of your girl friends had gotten jokingly handsy this time, and now your shirt was unbuttoned so far he could see the dip of your bra.
"...Fiend..." He blinks. What? He hasn't been paying attention, but he often isn't when you're near. "So?" His brows crease, what? "Well give us the deets! What's your super cool powers, what got you hired (y/n)?!" His head tilts. Fiend? You're a Fiend?
"I am NOT telling you that!" You laugh before downing the rest of the cheap shitty alcohol in your glass. "Come onnnn, that's so not fair! What's so special about you that it's a super special secret?" You purse your lips and hold your head high, holding that face for only a moment before you crack and start to laugh.
Angels eyes drop to your chest again. It's mesmerizing. He follows up, to your neck, your chin, your cheeks. Everything about you, every part of your body, all of your skin, he wants to touch you so bad. He'd drank a bit, maybe that's why, but he wants to leave bites along the fat of your body. He feels like his mind is swimming.
The air is cold by the time people begin to make their way home. Angel stands and stares at the sky, he thinks he needs a moment to breathe, to get back to normal. He hears heels click as someone stumbles on the concrete. He doesn't waver until he feels a body bump into his.
He jolts when something touches his hand. He looks down. It's someone's hand. Grasping his, for a moment. "Oops, sorry." You wobble as you steady yourself against him, then regain your footing, withdrawing from him. And then you're gone, walking around the corner and out of view.
He's breathing heavy, nostrils wheezing as he feels his body react. His wings bristle and puff in his sudden panic.
Until a few hours ago, he thought you were human. He can't be sure that you really are a Fiend...
He has questions he can't ask you for answers to. He'll have to ask miss Makima....
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UP AND COMING SPULPTOR EXTREMELY INSPIRED BY YOUR WORK:
1. UM- AGAIN I LOVE YOUR WORK IT’S SO KOOKY AND COLORFUL
2. How do you get your sculptors so smooth :0 mine always has little cracks in it
aaa thank you!!! honestly my sculptures are fairly lumpy up close but getting rid of cracks is just a matter of a lot of smoothing. just gently petting the piece like a little creature :^)
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Making out with Azul and leaving his office with your lips and tongue tinted inky black from his spit🤤😵💫😍
Sitting in his lap, hands under his collar and his hands up your shirt. You have 5 minutes before your break is over and the twins come looking for you. He needs some part of you. Kissing him so heatedly you don’t notice anything but the way his eyes look, the way he sounds, the ways his panted breath fans over your lips. Looking back at the clock you whine as you pull away and off his lap, his lips leaving your neck where they’d strayed.
Straightening yourself up before leaving, shutting the door behind you. The twins are only feet away, and they both have a look on their face the moment they see you.
Floyd comes in much too close, heat on your cheek as his bright right eye almost hypnotizes you. “D’ya have fun in there?~” You try to play confused but his eyes flit to your lips for a split second. His hand comes to them and this thumb wipes harshly at your bottom lip, almost like he thought about pushing it inside your mouth.
He pulls back with a toothy smirk and brandishes his glove. The thumb is stained black, and your hand immediately goes to your mouth. Jade moves behind you and places his hands on your hips, pulling and fixing your uniform shirt. They dip teasingly close to where it would look suspicious to any passerby’s.
“Well come on, you’ve got work to do~”
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i know it's The Thing to be upset and existential on this site but honestly? there's something so comforting about being 19. i was terrified of entering my last year of teenagehood. i have spent every year since 16 hating the passage of time and feeling like my youth was slipping away from me, and something about 19 was huge to me. it felt like the last rung on a ladder, the last step, the final show, like it was all coming to an end and i'd have to figure my life out now.
but really if turning 19 was anything then it was anticlimactic. i spent so long dreading this year that now im here it's sort of like 'oh, yeah actually people still very much see me as a child and none of my peers have their shit together either'. because newsflash, in the grand scheme of things, anything younger than 30 is still considered very young. and now that dread is gone from my life, i've found myself really looking forward to my twenties. i cant wait to have a life for myself, to surround myself with people i choose, to have my own place that i can decorate and make homely and invite friends around whenever i want, to be able to finally say and think the things i want without being crippled by the teenage terror of being seen as too weird, too cringey. i can't wait to let myself be myself. i think it's really exciting
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