#Wings of an Angel

[r0semaryt3a]

The bar trio!! Yay, Simon looks so janky- I’ve still to this day never solidified a design for him 😭

[antonomasia09]

[trevlad-sounds]

Mix time my lovelies:

Mixtape 328 “Cold Illusion”

2023-06-23

Slow Ambient Drift

Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Sulk Rooms (Thomas Ragsdale)-Illusion - Live in the Studio, March 2022-00:00

Everyday Dust-Landscape X-05:14

Ozbolt-Intercape-17:24

Wings Of An Angel-Of All The Stupid Things That Ever Made You Come Running Back To Me-23:21

Warm Binary-Reflect-28:16

Thomas Bangalter, Romain Dumas, Orchestre National Bordeaux Aquitaine-Bangalter- Mythologies- XXII. Danse Funebre-29:34

Minimal_drone grl-Freckle Face-32:29

autumna-school nurse-35:07

36-Last Wake Dreamout-39:44

Surgeons Girl-Server-56:51

Oora-Underwater Serenade-57:44

Worriedaboutsatan, Arms and Sleepers-Ice Cold Water-1:01:57

[yuumei-art]

Night Wings~

Turning the day into the night, the sun into the moon

Part of my translucent wings series

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

[zegalba]

Toshihiko Takamizawa's custom ESP angel guitars

[holographings]

70s loumandaniel sandwich for @/DarkishGrey302 on twt <3 <3 <3

[camilleflyingrotten]

Birds of a feather...

[lockandkeyhyena]

you just got transformed into the last drawing you did. how are you faring?

[ex0skeletal-undead]

 Midnight by Gökberk Yiğit

[wingsforthewicked]

Woe, my passion project be upon ye-

And that's it! For Now!!

Thank you so much for reading and i hope it comes in handy for any of your wingies needs :3 This took me... a While, more than it should've, but is finally here! And maybe i've been slacking a little on the tagging for this blog specifically, but i recommend besides reading all of this, to go check my Guides tag, as i'm missing a few little things here and there that i couldn't for the life of me find a way to explain, and i've already re-done this Way too much for my liking o(-(

But you can also just go around this blog to get some inspiration :o I got a Lot of different wing styles here, and again i gotta go back to tagging (and fix my blog web theme, don't worry about it—) but other than that, you're free to explore this lil blog of mine

Two last things—First, i did all of this for free, i want it to reach as many people as possible (which is why soon-ish i'll translate the entirety of it to spanish and add image descriptions to both versions, i need a break....), but if you liked this enough and would like to leave a lil' tip on my kofi (@/rainbowpinyata), i would appreciate it a lot... Second, my inbox is always open if you or someone you know is in need of a more in-dept explanation on any of the parts of this, as i had to resume most of the info, or just needs a little bit of advice. I'm gonna explain wings Much more than i already have on the next part, but that... is going to take a bit, so...

Anyways, many thanks to my friends for always being there for me, i don't think i would've gone past the first draft or the many others after that without their encouragement, suggestions and general help with keeping me going. It means everything to me.

Also, click for better quality pls, the pages are pretty big but... this site....

[r0semaryt3a]

“You were taught one thing and one thing alone: to fail is to bleed. Now try again.”

That was the message Mrs Rosabelle instilled upon her child. That young, doe-eyed child. For there was no place for prey amongst the mighty, you devour and leave nothing in your wake.

The golden veins that throb against her skin stand as a reminder. A dull memory of those nights spent screaming against laminate flooring, “Again.” Her mother’s voice is but a whisper (a cruel thing really). A single finger lifts Avangelin’s face from the floor; vile, viscous red pooled from the open wound that was her lips. Tears and gargles, hardly resembling a tune, fought for attention.

The gargles soon ceased, silenced by harsh gulps. “Progress cannot be made if signs of failure are still present my dear.” The world was swaying, a dizzying mess, “The world will not be this kind, it would see you paint the streets in your misery before allowing you the taste of love.” Every second, every ounce of blood choking the life from her eyes, the taste so bitter, was progress.

“For this is love my dear, success is a virtue.”

Failure was a sin, a sin that if fallen victim to taunts the mind. Failure drives grown men insane.

Failure would not be tolerated.

“Now, again.”

-

Small Angie Drabble of her mother’s “vocal coaching”. Uriel may have been bad but by god was Mrs Rosabelle a monster.

( @cl-0v3r @hamishfish - sorry for the tags but I want to know your impressions of Avangelin’s dear mother.)

[antonomasia09]

[asleepyy]

i'm not nice, nice is a four letter word. just like love.

[yuumei-art]

Another take on my Wings of Pages concept. This time it's drawn in Procreate instead of SAI.

The hardest part was writing all those words onto each page. It's 50% real text from books and poems and songs, and 50% chicken scratch lol

Older version of the same concept~

[ellohcee]

Holding infinity