#he looks like Alexandre Cabanel's the Fallen Angel

[venjamyra]

Lyrics – Same Shade as Concrete by Circle Takes the Square

WOLFWOOD WEDNESDAY (～￣▽￣)～

feels a little funny to be making fanart of a manga that started before I was born with music that came out when i wasn’t even one year old yet…

lineart and various inane ramblings (manga spoilers ahead) about this comic that haunts my mind below the cut (its a lot…)

Okay, here’s the line art for anyone who wanted to see it without spoiler talk:

wow, so cool. Sometimes I like the lineart better in some ways and the colored version in other, different ways… I wonder how to find a good middle ground…… such are the mysteries of life

Onto the brain rot!!!

Okay, so this whole piece is kind of showing Wolfwood’s journey toward ‘accepting’ that he is an assassin. He has killed people. And his belief that he is irredeemable, this is just who he is now, stained with blood.

I’m gonna talk about panels 1,2,3, and 4. Those are just in order from top to bottom, so panel 1 is him firing the gun, and panel 4 is him in the river of blood.

So panel 1 is establishing that this is teenage Wolfwood, and he’s killing someone. YES I used that one painting as a reference (The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel). I don’t know anything about it, but it looks cool and I like the idea of an apparently evil character crying dramatically. Throw a gun in the mix and you have me curled up in a ball crying about Wolfwood. Wolfwood isn’t crying here, but I hope the reference shows the implication that he’s crying internally.

Panel 2 is directly contrasting with panel 4 with the volume of blood. I chose the blood to just barely cover his hands on purpose, NOT just so that I didn’t have to draw more hands lmao. Lots of blood on his hands symbolism throughout, because he has his whole thing about it. Anyway, this is like, the specific amount of blood where Wolfwood finally feels too far gone. It’s reached his hands, he can’t come back from this.

shout out to the people who helped me find this panel earlier 😅 @markcampbells @grymmdark

The crosses are there to establish his being surrounded by the Eye of Michael, trapped into this pool of blood. I know with the three crosses there’s some heavy crucifixion symbolism going on. It was honestly unintentional, but if I had to come up with something for it, I’d say in Wolfwood’s mind in this moment, he is the one crucifying people (Jesus, whomever). Again with that ‘too far gone’ stuff. He ‘knows’ who he is now, and it is not a savior. I’m not Christian as an adult and the only thing I did in Sunday school was question the adults or quietly judge them for their logical fallacies so idk if this makes sense in Bible-lore 😭 lol sorry.

Panel 3 hits home on the bloody hands thing, big motif. And then the gun pokes through the panel to give us this connection to the final panel, where we see a second drop of blood, coming from Wolfwood’s own hand, presumably filling the river he’s in. So the entire river is made specifically of blood from his hands, not just blood he spilled.

Panel 4. The big one. Okay, I heard that willow trees represent peace. I don’t know if this is bullshit, but I guess they can mean whatever I want ✨. Wolfwood is not fighting the flood here, just floating along, basically. He’s not relaxed, he hates this. But he’s come to some kind of acceptance. He feels (false) peace that this is just who he is. If he doesn’t get to control who he is or what he does, at least he knows that. This is not the time or place that I’d like to talk about themes of control and bodily autonomy in Trigun--we’d be here forever lol--but its totally that stuff. The willow trees contrast with the crosses here. It is no longer the Eye of Michael holding him in, trapping him in this pool of blood. Now, the willow trees (peace, acceptance) that are grown from his own mind/coping methods are what keep him trapped. I like to imagine the crosses are still beyond the trees, causing the trees to serve as both a wall keeping Wolfwood in and a wall keeping the antagonism of the Eye of Michael out. This is also visual because willow trees look much nicer than mysterious creepy crosses.

The comic basically ends where Wolfwood begins in Trigun. Yeah, he’s got his silly moments, but on a deeper, less superficial (sub-superficial…ficial…?) level, he really believes himself to be stuck in life, unable to change. In the last panel, he’s naked because he’s vulnerable; this isn’t the suit and a charming smile, this is him as he sees himself.

This idea of Wolfwood feeling acceptance with his shitty life drives me insane. In volume 8, after he kinda does his normal assassin work again, he is so fucking sad and angry. I think he tries to tap back into that idea of acceptance, but he can’t. He’s been through so much and seen so much with Vash that he just can’t accept it anymore. Like with the song lyrics as they’re used in this comic, is someone (Eye of Michael, Chapel) goading him into standing in this pool of blood and staying there even as it rises. And then here, he gets a little taste of freedom and just fucking pulls himself out!!! If I feel inspired I could make a part 2 one day where he’s pulling himself out of the blood river or something idk.

All manga panels are courtesy of Trigun Manga Overhaul!

Oh and some fun drawing things before I go. Important disclaimer: I do not claim to know what I’m doing.

The first pic has the guidelines I used to create shape and draw attention. I saw someone say that using simple shapes helps with composition so I’ve been trying that? It seems cool, I like it. And the second one has my lines to remember where my light source is. I kind of shade based on vibes, which I want to work on, but for now is fine. But the idea is that even though each of these panels has days/weeks to years between them, they all have one light source that extends across the comic. It comes across as a ‘lower’ source relative to Wolfwood in the first panel, which feels dramatic. By the time we get to the last panel, it comes across as the sun, high in the sky. I did this because it felt cool.

okay love and peace and go listen to the emo music my older brother showed me yippee!!!

[victorian-nymph]

Sometimes I will go on tiktok and I see a slideshow like "Star Wars men >>>>>>>>>>" and I think hell yeah they have some truly beautiful men in the originals, prequels, sequels and spin-off shows, and then I'll scroll through we have the standard Anakin, Obi Wan, Din Djarin, Poe, and I think yeah baby, and then I am jUMPSCARED by kylo ren being there. And then I want to throw OP off a bridge. Take him OFF that slideshow immediately he doesn't deserve to be amongst the ranks of men that I would let do some truly depraved things to me.

[hawkzeyes]

Roots of The Swamp Thing #1 (1986)

[star-daughter]

So let's talk about Vivziepop's designing skills!

The amount of sadness I feel when I see Vivziepop's designs of the demons in Helluva Boss is impossibly high

Simply comparing them from where she is pulling from feels like looking at a newborn compared to a grandma. Now let's go through them!

Lucifer

Viv's Lucifer, a popular depiction of Lucifer ("The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel), and one with Jesus ("The Temptation of Christ" by Ary Scheffer)

You can see a big difference in a lot, as you can see Lucy (which will be Viv's version) has well. Clothing but we can give her a pass for that as I don't think Youtube would be fine with an animated dick on screen. Another thing is his lack of wings, bat-like or feathered along with blonde instead of red curled hair and yellow eyes instead of the blue Lucifer has in The Fallen Angel.

But what I see as the biggest thing is Lucy's lack of muscles! In both of these depictions I have chosen Lucifer appears muscular whilst Lucy has Viv's favorite smile and body shape.

Asmodeus

Here we have Viv's Asmodeus (Ozzie) and Asmodeus from Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal"

I will give Viv major props, I LOVE Ozzie's design. If we removed the feathers, made his head bigger, and some small things it would be AMAZING! But comparing it to Asmodeus it's... wooo.... very different.

First you can see is Asmodeus does not look conventionally attractive with his strange old man face, elf ears, bull head, ram head, serpent tail, and literal chicken legs. Ozzie does have the 2 heads on his shoulders (just very small) and a tail (not a serpent one) but other than that the similarities end. Though I do think taking Asmodeus the direction to being physically attractive to most people was a good way to go.

A personal nit pick is the clear lack of a BADASS DRAGON. Yes, Asmodeus has a BADASS DRAGON. On his little Dictionnaire Infernal image he's sitting on a BADASS DRAGON which he holds a banner as he rides. Viv you could have made Fizz a cool dragon demon! Make him look LESS like Blitz's twin brother and more like something that related to the Ars Goetia canon.

Beelzebub

Now this is Viv's Beelzebub and a fly-like Beelzebub (Beelzebul) (I've left out the more manly versions of Beelzebub to keep it fair as Beelzebub is a woman)

So a big thing we can see is Beelzebub is a furry whilst Beelzebul is a straight up fly, taking the term "Lord of the Flies" much more seriously. Now comparing these two is basically impossible minus their wings and extra arms. Now with them looking nothing alike I'll put some of my own personal critique's in.

One, Beelzebub's hair and tail makes me want to vomit. It's constantly moving thus every frame it must be moved which is HORRIBLE on an animation stand point. Two, Her clothes. A direct quote from the Helluva Boss wiki says "Beelzebub represents the animal tamer/animal shows" when her clothing looks like that it's hard to believe. If it was casual clothes? Okay I'd believe that but it being her debut episode wouldn't you want her in her normal clothes? And that's ignoring her magical disappearing bra... is that just an arm strap? Three, the ear thing. God the ear thing! Viv said they were supposed to appear like beehives... girl what beehives have you been seeing? Maybe she meant honeycomb? Still I see zero resemblance.

Mammon

Here we have Viv's Mammon, Mammon (Mam) from the painting "The Worship of Mammon" by Evelyn De Morgan, and Mammon (Mon) from Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal"

As we can see Mammon looks like the Teen Titans Go Robin mixed with a Christmas tree, the Christmas theming is quite clever I'll give Viv that. Christmas is a time of greedily taking all that is given to you through gifts. Now I could complain about how Mammon is poor rep for a fat character and simply is a widened version of her normal body type but I already made a post about that

But comparing him to Mam and Mon? Nothing similar. Mam we can see appears like a very large naked buff dark skinned man whilst Mon is a freakish old man with wide eyes and tattered clothes. Mammon shares zero similarities to either of them.

Another thing is Mammon's monster form... I believe everybody has seen it and hochie momma it is HORRIBLE! From the screenshots I've seen we don't see all of it but he's clearly intended to be a spider of sorts which is great! Spiders can often be seen with 6 flies trapped on their web being hoarded for later but Viv seems to have taken the lazy route of extra legs and 2 extra set of eyes. Anthro spiders can be so so SO cool but I feel scammed. Stolen from. My life savings have been taken by this shitty design.

Paimon

Here we have Vivziepop's Paimon and Paimon (Paimonia) from Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal"

As we can see they appear nothing alike minus the crown and odd chicken legs though Paimon lacks the camel that Paimonia has. Paimonia also has a feminine face and a humanoid body, nothing like Paimon. Though I personally think Paimon's design is stunning what made Viv connect the two, is it because the Goetia family is intended to all be ripped from the Ars Goetia? I feel though that Paimon's design takes as much as it can from Paimonia while making him look related to Stolas but why does he need to be named Paimon?

Stolas

Here we have Vivzie's Stolas and Stolas (Stolos) from Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal"

So, I have a lot of issues with Stolas's design, it's ugly first of all but compared to Stolos's cute yet shocked wide eyes and charming little beak it's even more obvious how ugly it is.

First, Stolos is shown as an owl (but also is described as a Raven). which Viv got right along with keeping his crown and odd horn-like feathers. However, I believe making Stolas that skinny doesn't follow the model of most owls as they can be pretty fluffy and plump. Even Stolos has a round fluffy chest that trails into his comically long legs.

Second, that cape is very horrifying but not in a good way. Nobody wants to animate a cape with that many rips! Even if they don't have to be precise. Also, why do his buttons have no lineart when everything else around it has lineart? I have the same issue with Blitz's design and his random chest orbs.

Feel free to put in your own reblogs and replies with your opinions! You can also send in asks with designs from HH or HB that aren't linked to previously existing designs unlike these fellows and I'll throw in my personal thoughts.

-Mod Paimon

[semisgroupie]

if i fall from the heavens, my new shelter shall be your tender embrace

fallen angel!getou suguru x angel!fem. reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, fingering (f!receiving), corruption, public sex, sex in a church, slight dubcon, betrayal, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), slight overstimulation, a little blood (quick mention), tears

synopsis: he’s lost you once and he won’t let it happen again

a/n: the art in the banner is the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel

After Satan’s rebellion against God, many things had changed. There was an uneasiness in the air and it seemed as though every angel in Heaven walked on thin ice that could crack at any second.

You were careful, every movement and action was methodical and rehearsed in your head a million times. Your lover was the opposite. Suguru wasn’t careful, he spoke his mind and was open about losing his faith in the almighty. A loss of faith turned into anger and then turned into confrontation which led to the worst moment you could possibly think of. Suguru was cast down to hell and it felt like your heart shattered into pieces.

Days passed and the ache in your chest never settled. As time passed you yearned for your lover, you missed the crinkle near his eyes whenever a smile was thrown your way, you missed the way he said your name softly, and you missed how he set your skin ablaze with just a simple touch.

More time passed and you were convinced you’d never hear from him or stumble upon him. You thought that it must not have been in God’s blueprint for you two to cross paths ever again. Why would God want you to see Suguru again anyway? He was tainted with a loss of faith and an impure heart while you oozed purity and holiness. But it never stopped your search.

Every single day you went to an abandoned church. The abandoned church was somewhere Suguru took you so you two could pretend to be normal humans with minds full of curiosity. You went again today and sat down on one of the dusty pews to recite the same prayer. You prayed that you’d have the chance to see Suguru just one more time, even if it was just for a millisecond. You were also convinced your prayer fell on deaf ears.

“Amen.” You let out a small sigh and slowly stood up then quickly turned when you heard a floorboard creak. Your eyes widened at the man that stood at the cobweb covered entrance. “Suguru?” The light that reflected off of him made him look like an angel but as he stepped closer to you, a gasp left your throat.

His wings that were once white were black, as if his old wings had been washed and tarnished with soot. Your body moved before you could wrap your mind around his new appearance. Once the distance was closed between you two he pulled you in close and hugged you tightly. “I thought I’d never see you again.” He mumbled his words into your hair as he peppered kisses along your head and all you could do was nod while tears began to stream down your face.

Your prayers had finally been answered and you were finally able to see and be with your love again. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled back to look at you. “Oh my sweet doll, please don’t cry. Tears should never stain a face as beautiful as yours.” He brought his thumbs up to wipe at your eyes and you lifted your hands to hold onto his wrists.

“I can’t believe you’re here Suguru. I’ve been searching for you every single day. I’ve prayed to see you once more and now you’re finally here.” You sniffled and a warm smile graced his features. “Darling, nothing can keep me away from you. I’ll always find my way back to you for our souls are intertwined. We will never part. I will crawl through the pits of hell until I see you again.”

He pulled you close again and walked with you to sit down. You brought your hand up to trace his features, memorizing each with your fingertips. “I’ve missed you more than anything Suguru. Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to voice your doubts and frustrations? Why?” You met his eyes and felt a shiver run down your spine, the warmth you seeked in them was replaced by something odd, something you couldn’t put into words. “I couldn’t stay silent. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was frustrated, I couldn’t face that hypocrite every waking moment. I’m sorry but I had to do it. But enough of that, I’m here now and that’s all that matters.”

He hugged you to his chest and just held you. You were angry with Suguru for abandoning you but everything fell to the back burner as he held you. You shut your eyes and relished in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You had to enjoy him for as long as you could because you didn’t know when he would be ripped from you again.

He moved his hand along your arm and gently squeezed your shoulder when he reached it. “Hey, I have an idea.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes. “What is it?” He brought his hand that was formerly on your shoulder to your face and cupped it gently, “why don’t we consummate our love? We were never able to do it before and I don’t know when I’d be able to see you again. I want to feel you completely before I have to go back.” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “that’s sinful Suguru, we can’t. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us.” He smiled and shook his head before pressing his lips to yours to quiet you down.

You melted into him immediately, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours and when he pulled away, you instinctively followed his lips. “Just this once and then we’ll never have to do this again. Plus I don’t think anything will happen to you, you’ve been on God’s good side for the longest. I bet you’re one of his favorite angels.” You giggled and shook your head, “no way, you know who his favorite was and what happened to him. I can’t imagine what would happen to me.”

He kissed you again and held you closer to him, “then don’t imagine it, only focus on me. I’ll be your salvation.” He mumbled against your lips and kissed you rougher and more passionately than before. Little mewls and whimpers left your lips and he drank each sound that escaped you. One of his hands began to wander and he began to grope your breasts over the thin dress that covered your body. You gasped and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gliding the wet muscle along your own. Everything he did sent fire through your veins, your body was heating up and only he could quell your burning desire.

He pulled away and began to trail his kisses along your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. More whimpers and moans escaped you and filled the empty church. His hand that was on your breasts slid lower until it was between your thighs and he brought his hand to your most sensitive part. He helped lay you back against the pew but the second discomfort spread across your face he helped you back up. “Come with me to the front of the church, it’ll be better than these creaky pews.” He stood and took your hand in his as he led you to the front. There was a table that used to be used for communions and masses that was covered with a white table cloth. He helped you on top of it and gently pushed you back on it.

“Just rest my love, I’m going to make you feel very good.” He leaned down to capture your lips again and brought his hand back to where it was. His slightly calloused fingers dragged against your lower lips before he added a little bit of pressure to spread you open. You gasped and moaned softly against his lips as his fingers began to circle your clit, putting the slightest pressure to make your toes curl. The feeling that coursed through your veins was so foreign to you but you couldn’t help but crave it more. He slid his fingers lower and pressed them against your drooling hole, gathering all the slick that seeped onto his fingers then pushed one of them inside you.

Your mouth fell open as he started pushing his finger in. It felt like an extreme stretch but it was only a single digit. He moved it slowly, feeling your walls clench and coil around him as he experimented with you. His eyes were focused on you, watching each expression that graced your face. He pressed his thumb to your clit and a moan of his name left your lips. “Suguru!” His name echoed throughout the church and it fueled his motions. He leaned down and dragged his mouth along the sensitive skin of your neck. The feelings were all too much and all you could do was cry his name and writhe underneath your lover. “You’re crying my name like I’m your god, it’s so delicious. Cry it more.” He groaned against your skin as he curled his finger up to hit your g spot. The second his finger touched the sensitive spot, tears welled in your eyes and your mouth opened in a silent cry.

He continued to rub your clit and pump his finger, easing you through your orgasm. He kissed up your neck and kissed you deeply. It was a kiss that you could barely reciprocate properly but he still continued it. Just as you had eased around his finger, he slowly pulled it out and brought the slick digit to his mouth to suck it clean. He groaned as your juices coated his tongue then pulled his finger out with a soft pop. “So sweet. If the forbidden fruit tastes just as sweet then I can see why Eve couldn’t resist the temptation.” He leaned down to kiss you again while he released his cock from its constraints and pressed the leaking tip to your slick entrance.

“Now the all-seeing eyes of God can watch as I bathe you in the pleasure of sin.” At this point you had half the mind to question him or properly take in his words. You were still drunk from the orgasm that had just taken over your body and the pleasure that you had just experienced had quickly been replaced by another feeling as he began to push his cock into you. The sting that burned through your veins felt like what you had imagined the fires of hell must have felt like. You wanted the feeling to stop, it was all too much for you but it was as if Suguru could read your mind. He leaned down and caressed your cheek, “it’s okay my love, you trust me don’t you? Know that I will never bestow anything upon you that you can’t handle. I know you can handle this, just hold onto me and I promise this pain will quickly be replaced by pleasure.”

You nodded at his words and held onto his arms as he continued to push into you. Fresh tears spilled from the corner of your eyes and your nails dug into his flesh, breaking the skin. Once he was completely inside you, he brought one hand between your bodies and started to rub your clit. “Suguru, please make me feel good. I don’t want to feel any pain.” Your words were barely above a whisper but they reached him perfectly, he wrapped his free hand around you and pressed your chest to his. The pain soon started to dull and he began to thrust into you. Groans and moans filled the church like the harmonies of a choir. Skin slapped against skin in a sinful entanglement and pleasure coursed through your body. You held onto him tightly as he thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot with each heavy thrust. “You feel so good, Suguru. I want to experience this with you more and more, I don’t think I’ll be able to go without it for long.” Your words came out in a mix of moans and whines and all he could do was groan in response.

“I love you, Suguru. I love you so much. I never want to part from you again.” You continued to babble and Suguru looked into your eyes. “I love you even more. We will never part again. You will be by my side until hell freezes over and even beyond that.” He kissed you deeply and held you closer to him as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body tensed against his as another orgasm threatened to approach and he was just as close. His hand between your bodies moved faster against your clit, another surge of pleasure washed over you as you were sent over the edge. Your pussy tightened around his cock and that was enough to trigger his own orgasm. Thick ropes of cum filled you and coated your walls.

You both panted into each other's mouths, heavy breaths replaced all the earlier sounds. Suguru caught his composure first and his eyes lit up as he took in your appearance. “This suits you so much better, my love.” Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his words and you turned your head to follow where his gaze had fallen. Your eyes widened at the sight, your wings had been washed with the same soot that coated his wings. “What?”

It was all you could say as Suguru pulled out of you, a mix of your orgasms and blood coated his cock and he tucked it away. “Now you can see for yourself. You can see the hypocrite he is. You have been nothing but devoted to him and this is what he does to you, this is how he repays you. In the blink of an eye you lose your spot in the heavens and gain entry into hell. This anger that you might feel towards me will soon be replaced by hatred for God, I can guarantee that. I’ve opened your eyes, now you are enlightened, not blinded by whatever bullshit he’s spewed. Now we can be together, now we’ll never be apart. I’m sorry that it had to happen this way but I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to show you. Now come on, I have to welcome you to your new home.”

He carried you off the table and held you close to him while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The thin ice that you had been treading on had finally cracked and now you had to face the consequences but at least you had your lover at your side to keep you from drowning. Maybe he was your salvation in some twisted way but that was something you had to decide. But while God had turned his back on you, you did have to thank him for one thing, you were finally reunited with your love.

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[anxious-witch]

Okay, okay, fine I am doing analysis of Damon Baker's photoshoots 😂

That said, since a lot of people already analyzed Kris' and since Bojan's has less picture, I am gonna start with his. Also obviously, this is totally subjective, I am not claiming this is one true or absolutely correct analysis, just my thoughts on it.

Under the cut bc this will deff get long

So I cropped the pictures so I can analyze them separately

To start off with these two, because I think they were put like this bery purposefully. On the left, we have Bojan with his arms crossed, his expression is, the reminiscent of "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel (I apologize, someone else already did a comparison but I can't find it rn, feel free to tell me in the replies and I'll tag you). Bojan looks almost angry, his crossed over arms showing he is closed off and the spikes on his biceps emphasizes that. It literally feels like a warning sign. His eyes are downcast, as if he is looking down on something or someone. He is something to look at, but not touch, if you don't want to get hurt.

Then we have a smaller pictures right next to his one, that's almost exact opposite. It feels like we caught him in a momen where he was not meant to be seen. His face look tortured, like he just cried or is about to cry. His hair is messy in a way that doesn't feel like it was on purpose, but rather as if he messed it up during his inner turmoil. There is also a cigarette, which implies he is taking it to calm himself. His eyes are pointed upwards, as if he is seeking guidance from someone above him.

I feel like, for me, from storytelling perspective, these two pictures put together like this hint at Bojan's struggle with anxiety.

He is trying to appear tough and untouchable, the way he feels he has to be, but he is struggling internally. This is overall theme of the shoot, I think.

Next we have this shot of his outfit. My first thought when I saw this was "this looks oddly rugged for Bojan". And I do stand by it. The shirt is half undone, half tucked into his pants, but half outside in the back. Like he got dressed in a hurry. Like he doesn't care or perhaps doesn't have the energy to care about how he is appearing. And then, tbe belt buckle with a broken heart. I think, that's the core element in this particular picture. Especially in comparison to Kris' heart necklace. Despite the rugged clothes, there is something fragile underneath all that. His heart.

Then we have this one. And it's such a stark contrast than the previous three, I was genuinely shook. In this one, Bojan is openly vulnerable towards the camera, towards the viewer. Not looking up or down, but directly to the camera. Also the detail that @theraggedygirl11 pointed out about him wearing Damon's "safe sweater" broke me. It's almost as if he is saying, "look, this is how I am when I am allowed to be safe. This is how I am when I am not suffering".

What a contrast to the above outfit! The open shirt only poised as fake vulnerability, when a truly vulnerable Bojan isn't showing off his skin at all here, but rather his face. His emotions, all on display.

Another thing that strikes me as amazing in this particular picture (can you tell this one is my favorite?) is that his pose looks comfortable and his hair falls gently to the side, freely showing off his gray hairs, that are especially visible in black and white.

Then at last, we come to these three, all in color. Unlike Kris, who had water, Bojan has fire as his "element" in this photoshoot. Fire is passion, light, warmth. It entices you, and it's much more noticable at first. But it can also burn you. There is also a reason why we say we "burn out" as well. Bojan holding a literally lit match in his mouth is such an amazing imagery.

We all know that magic trick of a man extinguishing a match in his mouth, for the entertainment of all. Putting himself in a very vulnerable position. Lips, mouth and tongue are so soft, especially compared to fire that burns. And is that not in a way, exactly what Bojan does? He pours out his heart while he sings, leaving it to the crowd to decide if they are entertained with his preformance. And surez ither do it too, but I think we can agree he is the most on display.

The way he is looking at the camera first, as if waiting for a reaction, and then as the fire gets closer, his eyes close too, as if he is too scared to look.

Just....augh, I love the way Damon Baker showcased his personality through these and how he expressed so much through just a few pictures. Also, please feel free to add your own thoughts, I love hear other ppl's opinions on things like these

[yessa-vie]

❝HELLO, PRINCESS❞ — park seonghwa & kim hongjoong.

PAIRING. kim hongjoong x fem!reader x park seonghwa

GENDER/WARNINGS. enemies to lovers (without the lovers part). suggestive, but not really?. cursing. slight yandere behaviour. way too much fucking tension, i'm sorry.

SYNOPSIS. once your superiors called you saying they caught two of the leaders of the Black Pirates, you rushed to meet them at the abandon building they were in, but the conversation ended up getting a little out of hand.

WORD COUNT. 3,123.

NOTE. this is based on Ateez lore, also is an idea it's been going on and on in my head since i learned a bit more about their lore, once i saw the MATZ mv, idk, it just cliked and i couldn't stop thinking until i wrote it down. it was supposed to be more, but idk if i'll make this into a series or not, so there's a lot in the open. let me know if you wanna see this as a series (:

UPDATE: i did the series (here's the link).

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

            The Black Pirates had been a problem for a few years now. Your family has always dealt with the rebels in Strickland, you grew up among great leaders, you were trained as one to succeed your parents when you reached a certain age, which would be four years from now, when you turned twenty-eight. Despite this, you had already led persecutions against those who participated in the rebellions since you were seventeen to eighteen years old, shortly after the appearance of the Black Pirates, led by a group called ATEEZ.

            You had already managed to meet them at other times, never all in the same space. They were stealthy enough, they had given up their black clothes and fedoras for a while now, making it harder to find them in the crowd, they started to blend in, wear less flashy clothes, although they continued to cause problems to whoever was around.

            The guards were no longer able to keep up with them, their incompetence making you laugh every time they returned empty-handed. Which leads to the situation you found yourself in now. Two of the eight members had been captured, or rather, allowed themselves to be captured. You didn't know their names, the few times you met them, there was never much friendly exchange of information.

            All except for one. It was at the beginning, when you had your first direct contact with one of the ATEEZ, but curiously he couldn't fully comprehend your words. His stoic beauty didn't help much with the concentration process, especially when he looked so intensely at any information you provided, even if it didn't make sense to him.

            He looked like a statue, a beautiful statue, an ancient painting, just like the ones you had seen stored deep in one of Strickland’s main command centers. The Fallen Angel, an 1847 painting by Alexandre Cabanel, a French painter. You knew that it was a copy of the original painting, but it didn't matter, because it was at that moment that you named the first member you had contact with.

            Angel managed to escape a while later. The incompetence of the guards is already irritating the superiors. When the recordings were reviewed, the interaction between you and Angel caught the attention of the supervisors, who put you in the Search and Capture Team for all members of the Black Pirates. Over time, more and more interactions took place between you and the leaders, each time more intense and direct than the previous ones.

            Angel, Serpent, Fox, Bear, Lion, Cat, Wolf, Squirrel. Each name earned for a specific reason. Angel and Squirrel were the last ones you had come into contact with, but as always, the guards' incompetence caused them both to escape, but not before Squirrel threw a slight wink in the direction of the security camera, knowing that you would see.

            A disbelieving smile painted your lips when you saw that recording. Your eyes now saw the same recording followed by the transmission that had just ended, but now the smile was victorious as you walked in the direction where Squirrel and Serpent were, tied to chairs by iron chains.

            “Leave us.”

            “But ma’am -”

            “Are you questioning a direct order?” At no point did your face leave the two chained to the chairs who were still looking ahead. Heads touching at the back. The smile returning to your lips with the movement and noise of boots against the concrete of the place where you were. “Don’t bother us until I call for you.”

            The last soldier nodded before closing the metal door behind you. The cameras used by the two were still perfectly placed, but properly disconnected, the drones had been confiscated, some of the Black Pirates that followed them had been captured and were already heading to one of the confinement locations.

            Despite the silence that ensued, neither of the two leaders looked at you, but the smile never left their lips. Your eyes passing through every detail of that space, absorbing any trace they left behind, even if deliberately. Over time you learned that everything was a clue, even if you didn't understand it at that exact moment.

            As the boots came into contact with the concrete, Serpent opened his eyes, but they didn't find your figure, even as the sound of the boots on the concrete became closer, the pace was slow, not because you wanted to make an impact, no, that wasn't necessary, what you wanted was time to observe all the possible holes they could put any object into to continue the shitty revolution they wanted.

            Your steps stopped at the beginning of the stone circle that the chairs were in, one of your feet was placed on top, a long sigh leaving your mouth as your hands rested on your hips on the leather belt of the special outfit. One last look around before your steps continued in front of Squirrel who finally opened his eyes, the smirk bringing a slight irritation, making your blood boil slightly. They thought they were intelligent, what irritated you was that they really were, but the guard wasn't the best either.

            “Good to see you again, princess,” he purred the pet name. Your features were controlled, but internally you rolled your eyes. You knew who they were, just as they knew who you were. There was no need for an introduction between you, not since Angel disappeared from the compound he was staying at. “I knew I would see you again, but I didn’t expect it to be under these circumstances.”

            “Don’t you like being tied up and having a woman looking you from above?”

            You allowed yourself a sly smile, being greeted by another from Squirrel who looked you up and down, the smirk never leaving his lips, making you want nothing more than to wipe that fucking smile off.

            “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I like it, especially if she’s you,” this time you couldn’t hold back a cynical laugh, which mattered little to Squirrel, “but public places aren’t part of my fetish.”

            “Funny, because every time we meet you are in public and open places, just like this.” Squirrel refused to answer, making you close your mouth with a small toothless smile, continuing to walk around the stone circle, stopping quickly in front of Serpent, his eyes closed, his head tilted back, leaving the tattoo that adorned his neck visible. “Matz.”

            Although you didn't notice the smirk Serpent gave, you saw the movement of his Adam's apple, your eyes quickly moving up to his face, perfectly sculpted, just like the last time you saw him. The brown eyes slightly hidden by hooded eyelids reminded you of the first time you noticed the duality that the leaders possessed, making you change your approach for the third time since you had joined the Search and Capture Team.

            “It’s our unit,” his voice was low, gravelly, you ignored the shock that ran down your spine when you noticed his eyes roaming every part of your face and body, his mouth slightly ajar as his damn tongue – that seemed incapacitated to be kept inside his mouth – made small appearances between Serpent's teeth. “We don’t all have a unit name, but we all have units that overlap...” Your eyes fell on Serpent’s tongue that touched the left corner of his mouth, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by him, causing a sideways smile to appear there. “What is it, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?”

            Your mind ignored the automatic connection with the leader you had named Cat, but the millisecond it took for that to happen was captured by Serpent's vigilant eyes, making his eyebrows arch slightly, making his eyes momentarily remember the bobba that you used to take when you weren't searching for them all over Stricktland.

            “Why does it matter to you? Are you trying to say that you care about me?”

            “First of all, your eyes never left my tongue, so don’t blame me for worrying about losing it,” the lighthearted smile returned to his lips just as the eyelids fell over his eyes, returning the tantalizing look he always had, managing to get under your skin. At your eye roll, the smile only grew, “there are a lot of things I like and still want to do with my tongue, I wish I could keep it for a little while longer.”

            "You can barely keep it in your mouth," Squirrel said laughing, it being the most genuine laugh you've ever heard come out of him, being imitated by Serpent, making you watch them for a moment, seeing the duality happen in front of you, the duality which always broke the image you had created of them over time. “What’s the second thing?”

            Your eyes continued to dart from one to the other as Serpent stared at you, his eyes wider but still hooded, his smile now shyly present but still there taunting you.

            “Second of all, I thought we already made it clear that we care about your well-being princess,” the pet name rolled beautifully in his lips, making shivers run through your body and you martyred yourself for it. Ignoring your body's signals for that simple sentence spoken that way by Serpent, but he – somehow – noticed the effect, letting out a small nasal laugh. “Cute,” he said simply, his body moving away from the back of the chair, his face as close as it's been in a long time, “but I want to know, princess, what are you going to do with us now that you've got us tied up the way you wanted?"

            You allowed a smile to appear on your lips, noticing when Serpent's eyes fell on your mouth, using the opportunity to get even closer to him, his mouth mere centimeters away. A warm breath came out of your mouth, and you noticed Serpent moisten his own lips before you turned your face away, moving closer to him, your lips lightly touching his earlobe and you noticed the hairs on the back of Serpent's neck rising, making your smile increase.

            “Who said I wanted you tied by iron chains to a chair?” You quickly walked away, boots firmly against the floor as you retraced your steps, standing exactly in the middle of the two chairs, facing the door your team was waiting for any sign of you. Their eyes fell on the cameras that surrounded them. “Wasn’t what you did last night enough?”

            Your eyes fell on the two pairs of eyes that were watching you curiously. The security image of Squirrel and Serpent entering a store and destroying the objects there, returning to your mind, the angry screams of your superiors still reverberating in your eardrums, the loss of the work the government was doing, the work and time to be able to replace everything that had been destroyed. To make matters worse, the recording of the destruction they had wrought had already been disseminated, but this was a problem for the Information Transaction Control people, despite their job being Crisis Management, your only job now was the Black Pirates and their leaders.

            “Told you she looked tired,” Squirrel said more to Serpent who just nodded, making you roll your eyes at the comment, ignoring when their worried eyes were directed at you, “did your superiors not let you sleep?”

            “My job is to catch you, so when you show up in the break of dawn destroying government property,” you sighed, climbing into the circle, standing directly in front of Squirrel, eyes watching your every move, you noticed his movement in the chair as you bent down, hands resting on the arm of the chair, cornering him in some way, but none dared to show any other type of reaction, “I’m the one who has to lose my sleep and go after you.”

            “Glad we made your life easier and came here, getting caught in the process.”

            Squirrel’s cocky smile made you let out a weak sigh followed by a sideways smile, barely noticing when he got closer to you, his face millimeters away from yours, but you refused to move, maintaining eye contact with him, ignoring when you felt his knees touch your leg, ignoring the way he opened his legs enough for him to corner you this time.

            Before you could react, he lifted his legs, wrapping yours around his own, pulling you in such a way that you lost your balance, resting on the back of the chair, before realizing an arm wrapped around your waist, while two hands held your wrists. Squirrel had a small smirk and his mouth was slightly open, your breaths were mixing, making it take a while for you to realize that Serpent had left his chair and was now behind you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, but before you could say anything thing, Serpent's hand covered your mouth, his breath in your ear, making your blood boil.

            “We don’t want anything drastic to happen, do we, princess?”

            You could feel the smile on Serpent's lips, imagining it was almost a copy of the smile you could see on Squirrel. Despite the quick head movement, Serpent was faster, clenching your jaw tighter, throwing your head back, using his right shoulder to hold your head in place.

            “Now princess, don’t be like that, you know us well enough to have expected this to happen somehow,” Squirrel’s legs let go of yours, making Serpent squeeze you tighter against his body, and you cursed under your breath when you realized how firm his body was, the fit was almost perfect to yours, making any movement impossible, “I love our cat and mouse games.”

            Squirrel’s voice was low, hoarse, he approached you and Serpent like a predator. The truth is, you should expect it, Squirrel was stealthy, quick and smart, whenever he had been caught there had been a reason behind it; Serpent was slender, charming, but mysterious, never allowing you to see beyond what he wanted to show you. The two of them together and being captured should have told you enough.

            The second Serpent freed your mouth, Squirrel placed tape over it, feeling Serpent's hand go down to your throat, fingers still gripping your jaw, mouth close enough to your ear for you to hear and feel every breath and reaction from him. Squirrel looked at you with a different sparkle in his eyes.

            “They sent the drone; we have to go.”

            Serpent's voice made your entire body shake, not just because of the proximity, or the tone, but precisely because of the information. A drone. The others were close, the drone was the sign that they were running out of time, again you would lose them, but this time it was all your fault.

            “Unfortunately, our time is short, but I look forward to our next meeting, princess.”

            Squirrel left your point of view, leaving your wrists to be taken care of by Serpent who finally let go of your neck, turning to face you, a place that was previously used by Squirrel. You could hear the other one walking, trying to memorize the paths they used so you could follow them as soon as they released you and you managed to escape the possible restraints they would place on you.

            “I'm sorry, princess, but we can't risk it,” Serpent said quietly, the affection he felt on your waist startling you for a moment, trying to ignore how hot that specific part of your body had become, ignoring the shock that that simple movement caused to your body as a whole. “We’ve already risked so much for you.”

            Before you could have any kind of reaction, a cloth was placed in front of your mouth, at the same time as the tape had been ripped off. They were going to drug you, but as soon as you realized, the control of your legs disappeared. The last memory was of Serpent's arms wrapping around you and a murmur coming from Squirrel.

            All eight of them were eating dinner that Wooyoung had made, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were hungry, considering how long they had stayed in that building, waiting for you and your team. Both of them just hoping that what they did that afternoon wouldn't cause them too much trouble.

            Not that the others would say anything, they all knew how each of them felt about you. The problem was what Nightingale would say when they found out how irresponsible they had been, just to be able to stay longer in your presence, to see you again, to feel your skin and scent.

            Almost instantly, a message arrived for them, a small alert noise and the eight were quickly on their feet, their eyes scanning the space they were in while Yunho went in the direction of the beeper, opening the message that was accompanied by a small digital bird and everyone already knew what to expect with that.

            “You are lucky that I already expect you to do this and I managed to prevent you from being seen, but I need you to be more careful and obey the rules, not flirting instead of helping us reach our final goal. In any case, congratulations on what you managed to do in the last few days, wait for the next contact. If anything, you know how to contact me.”

            All eight exchanged glances and sighs. That was better than they could have expected, but it also explained what had happened when Seonghwa and Hongjoong left the building, getting into the car with Wooyoung to go to the complex. For a moment, everyone's thoughts went to you, a simple exchange of looks between the two older ones said enough, they should have taken better care of you, but time was short, Yeosang had already sent the drone, they needed to prioritize their safe exit.

            “Do you think she’s okay?”

            Jongho's voice was low, his eyes searching the elders' eyes, seeking some kind of confirmation, that he shouldn't worry, but Matz had said how they left you, there was a 50-50 chance that you were okay, and it was what they wanted to focus on.

            “We should have kept her further away from the door.”

            “For her to possibly roll over and fall over the railing?” Hongjoong fussed a little and Seonghwa just gave him a warning look, noticing the leader of the eight running his fingers through his hair nervously. “She’s going to be fine, worse has happened and she survived.”

            The eight nodded, but they knew it was just an automatic reaction, not necessarily one they agreed or trusted, not until they saw you in one piece, even from afar.

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TFS HFIL EP. 8 Little Lord Freeza

First off, I just can’t get over this particular scene, Frieza just spun so smoothly with so much sass.

I get the joke now lol, the movies are all terrible coz they need to make the MCMs suffer. The fact Cell knew a lot of movies. Did he absorb those knowledge?ヽ(´▽｀)/ The ep could’ve ended differently if Frieza just watched movies with Cell and listen to his info dump.

Y he nakey? King Cold stop being d1lfy, sus and naked challenge. You cannot be Character of The Month again, GOSH. And he’s technically not naked according to uh…himself?

I’m drawing Frieza in new expressions that I never expect! This is fun! Y’all he didn’t cry, but I’m pretty sure he is inside. Such a princess, you didn’t receive attention for a millisecond and-

Character of the Month: DODORIA. She’s got your back and did a great job reassuring and support her Lord! <333

Inspired by the “Fallen Angel”, Alexandre Cabanel, 1847, oil on canvas. Because Frieza’s pain, falling from a prestigious class into desperation for his father’s attention. Fire.

I put the new Forgis on the jeep~

NananananaBatman! scuttlescuttlescutlle

He definitely cried in his sleep

King Cold might be goofy asf now, but we all know he can be dangerously manipulative, he’s intelligent like that. He’s planing something~

It was a rollercoaster of motivation and demotivation but I pulled through! As always, thank you so much for looking through the artwork! I appreciate it so much and give a reblog if you like!🔁 ♥️ SEE U NEXT EPISODE!

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Just finished up a study of one of Malcolm .T. Liepke’s works! If you can’t tell from my profile picture he is one of my favorite artists, he truly has a way with painting that looks slightly unfinished and loose while still having the right amount of detail to keep it feeling like realism! I definitely took some creative liberties with the colors and values. but of course I couldn’t help but think of three, when revisiting some of his works for some inspiration this piece has been one of my favorites for awhile! it’s always felt reminiscent of Alexandre Cabanel’s “the fallen angel” especially with a curled in position and the focus on the eyes. So I just had to re-create it with three!🙈🙈 This story and its characters have clearly found a place in my heart 💖💖 @cryptocism

[babulekbabayaga]

Wip of past Eve and Adam in my normal style, im planning to rewrite Adam as a whole because oh my gosh, how can you butcher such a potential dynamic character into a stereotypical "Adam is a misogynist because first man hurr hurr, genius social commentary about the faults of Christianity"

he just spectated throughout human history dwindling to its downfall every time all because of the fruit, his son murdered his other son because of the sin the fruit brought, and he's looking down at his descendants' suffering as a result of the sin throughout each century bringing every catastrophic man-made events, would that not stir any emotions? His hatred of Lucifer should be more intense than just because he had a fling with both Lilith and Eve apparently.

The only medias I know that managed to make Lucifer somewhat of a tragic figure that you can understand but never justify are Sandman, Alexandre Cabanel's "Fallen Angel" painting and Paradise Lost depictions of Lucifer.

I'm dreading what Vivz will do to Eve

The Garden of Eden must had sound like Frank Ocean's "Pink + White" instrumentally.

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Falling Sand

Word count: 1k

Morpheus x GN!reader (light, pre-relationship)

Fandom: the sandman

Summary: reader haven’t slept in a while.

Warnings: no beta, some possible spoilers, non-canon 

Notes: some people collect stamps, k-pop stars or lovecraftian horrors. I collect gods of sleep appearly. Still watching the show but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. 

Enjoy!

Now with Part Two!

~

You haven’t slept in days when he found you. 

At first you weren’t sure what you were looking at. It was a man but the way he carried himself, the icy stare he gave you as you slowly rose from your overflowing desk. You could actually feel the bags under your eyes. 

Sleep was but a dream. One you gave up freely.  And this beautiful man, whoever he might be, was no man. When you were a child you saw the painting by Alexandre Cabanel, of the fallen angel. And Michaelanglo’s David. Their perfect beauty was flawed and ugly compared to the being in front of you. 

“I’ve been looking for you. you were surprisingly hard to find.” He said, his voice low. You chuckled, amused for a reason not even you understood.

“Oh?” You waved toward your kitchen, toward the nectar that awaited you in the coffeemaker. “Well, come along.” You didn’t bother to check to see if he followed you.

You weren’t convinced that you weren’t imagining him anyway.

You luckily found some clean mugs in the dishwasher and promptly got to work for your caffeine fix. Your guest glanced around the messy kitchen then to a very messy kitchen table. His mouth- his entirely too pink, entirely too distracting mouth- was pursed in disapproval. 

You tore your eyes away from his beauty, blinked heavily as you watched the coffee maker. You might be sleeping at your desk, he was simply too lovely to be real.

“Well, do you want to tell me why you are here, darling?” You asked then grimaced when you realized you used a pet name. You sounded just like your mother or that old landlady. 

“You haven’t been sleeping.” He said as the smell of coffee filled the space. You waited for him to say more but he didn’t.

You sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to be easy to talk to. Nor did you know his name.

“Darl- no, please tell me you got a name.” You said, pouring the steaming hot coffee into the mugs. One of them had a chip in the rim so you kept that one for yourself. You did have some manners after all. 

Finally, he spoke that rich voice of his. “Morpheus. Some call me Dream.”

“Well, you are pretty enough to be a dream.” The words slipped out but you shook your head, already trying to take them back. “Sorry. Forget I said that. Haven’t been sleeping.”  

“Yes, I know. That is why I am here.” 

You eyed the sugar, and only added a little bit but went heavy for the cream. Something about Morpheus told you he was a cream man. 

You placed the mug in front of him and took a deep sip of your own drink with a happy sigh. 

Then you made yourself look at Morpheus. He really was beautiful, like a greek god come to life and you wished you could paint with oil because anything else would be an insult. 

To his credit, he took the drink but didn’t take a sip. Oh well more for you later. You told yourself very firmly you didn’t notice how slender and graceful his hands looked around the mug.  

“You know that doesn’t tell me anything. Why should you care about some rando’s sleep schedule?” you asked, rubbing a thumb along the mug’s rim.

“Anyone else would be dead by now. You don’t even have the sickness, you are choosing to do this.” Morpheus said in a perplexed tone. His mouth almost in a pout and you resisted the urge to reach over and press a thumb on that tempting mouth of his. 

You blinked, taking in his words. Then you gave him a easy shrug, “I need to understand exactly what my patients are going through. Otherwise what use am I?”

“Not going to be much use when sleep deprived or dead.” Morpheus repiled tartly. He sounded just like a frustrated partner or parent. 

You laughed, taking another sip before sitting down in the chair. For some reason, your whole body felt heavy. Like something warm and soft was dragging you down. For a moment, you thought of lovers tangled together in sleep warm blankets and moonlight. 

“I do plan to sleep at some point but…” you frowned, realizing you lost your train of thoughts. They slipped away from you, like sand between fingers. “I…” 

A hand landed on yours, warmed by the coffee and untangled your fingers from the mug’s handle. You made a protesting sound but words failed you. You tried to pull away but your whole body was slumping, giving into the weight. 

Morpheus shushed you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Come along now.” His voice had changed. The timber of it was still rich but now it was lulling. Hypnotic.

“You need to sleep. You are doing good work, it would be a shame if something happens to that mind of yours.”  Morpheus said, guiding you to your bedroom. You shook your head, and slurred out.“Jerk.” 

Morpheus actually chuckled, deep and quiet and you liked that sound way too much. 

You don’t remember falling into your bed. What you did remember was how Morpheus actually pulled up the blanket around your chin, of slim fingers running once though your hair. Your eyes closed but you weren’t sleeping yet. Rather you existed for a moment between the waking world and dream world. Painfully aware of your mind even as you lose hold of your body.

“Sleep, mortal. Your duties await you.” Morpheus said gently. You tried to resist for a little bit longer.

“Will I get to see you again?” You slurred out. You thought you sounded like a child. You wondered if Morpheus would agree. It hasn't been a full hour since you met this being but you already wanted to know his thoughts on this, on everything, on you. 

“Sleep.” He ordered, his rich voice still gentle.

And with a quiet sigh, you gave in, letting the weight pull you under like quicksand.  You thought you felt fingertips against your forehead but you were already too far gone. 

You slept. 

[crepuscularqueens]

"I forgive you."

"Don't bother."

[image description: 5 graphics utilizing stills from good omens 2 episode 6, artwork, and lyrics from bug like an angel by mitski.

image 1: a still of crowley in the bentley after aziraphale has gone to heaven with the metatron. he is wearing his glasses, the audience sees him in profile, his expression is sad but resigned. this still layered over a painting edited to be black and white, the fall of the rebel angels by pieter bruegel the elder. text reads "when i'm bent over"

image 2: 2 stills of crowley driving the bently as the credits roll, the first shot is clear, the second very blurry. in both the audience sees him directly face forward, looking very unhappy. these stills are layered over a painting inverted and edited black and white, the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel. text reads "wishin' it was over"

image 3: 2 stills of aziraphale when he is in the elevator on his way to heaven as the credits roll, the first shot is clear the second very blurry. these stills are layered over a chalk drawing edited to be black and white, satan as the fallen angel by sir thomas lawrence. text reads "makin' all variety of vows i'll never keep"

image 4: a still of crowley kissing aziraphale. crowley's hands are fisted in the lapels of aziraphale's jacket. the light in the bookshop is bright over aziraphale's shoulder and dark over crowley's shoulder. this still is layered over an edited engraving, satan descends upon earth by gustave doré. text reads "i try to remember the wrath of the devil"

image 5: a still of aziraphale with his hand over his mouth after crowley kissed him. he looks upset and distressed, there are tears in his eyes. this still is layered over black and white photos of a statue, some upside down and inverted, le génie du mal by guillaume geefs. text reads "was also given him by god"

end i.d.]

[hella1975]

Saw a tiktok about the boygenius line “always an Angel, never a god” and how it made them think of the interpretation of lucifer and how god cast him out of heaven because god wanted him to love gods “greatest creation” humans instead of loving him (god) and how lucifer, despite being first, wasn’t god’s greatest creation and how that must’ve felt knowing that your life is only about worshiping the better thing that came after you. And I’m personally a slut for religious imagery in general and you’ve given me brainrot so now I’m thinking of how Dabi was casted aside in order to make room for Shoto and how when he had a “problem” with it, it killed him and forced him to be casted out to the “evil side” and how they were both just trying to live and love their makers, maybe even get them to love them back. Anyway imagine also him in the poses of like traditional art depictions of satan like The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel. Anyway anyway anyway - 🫐

no literally yep yep yep i have so much to say about that one lyric. always an angel never a god and a hero is a kind of angel is a kind of bad dog you are the deliverer, god's punisher, the one who gets their hands dirty, and he is everything, the almighty, the end of the leash. when he spills blood it is called creation. when you spill blood it is called murder. touya didn't care for actually becoming a hero it was always more he wanted to keep his father looking at him. he was created with this sole purpose and all he ever did was to try and work towards that but he was cast out all the same, and what do you do with that? what the fuck do you do with that? the dog bit one time and it erased years of obedience, how do you live with that? you are still a dog. he is still god. a parent is a god in their own right. they put you here, they moulded you in every way, and mistakes feel like a betrayal, but you were told god loves. god saves. you dont think you're telling the right story. growing up and seeing your parents' flaws is like losing your religion. i don't believe in god anymore. i don't believe in my father either / god loves you but not enough to save you / you sliced me loose and said it was creation, i could feel the knife / and he takes and he takes and he takes / always an angel never a god

[nonbayanary]

HiruSena TATTOO AU, with Hiruma as the tattoo artist, and Sena as his new (lowkey horny) client.

Sena loses in a game of truth or dare, and as a result, he gets dared by Monta and Suzuna to get either a womb tattoo, or a tramp stamp.

A “tramp stamp” is a tattoo on the lower back, just a bit above the butt. A “womb tattoo,” on the other hand, is placed on the front, on the area below a person’s belly button (aka the womb).

Sena chooses the womb tattoo, only because he doesn’t want a needle pounding on his spine.

Sena, of course, is allowed to choose the tattoo he wants. So he searches on Instagram and finds a tattoo artist whose work he really likes. A guy with the name of Hiruma Youichi.

Hiruma’s artworks all seem to be related to demons and devils. If you want the “Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel permanently inked on you, then Hiruma’s your guy. 

(Pic of “Fallen Angel” painting below.)

Hiruma, being an expert in advertising his works, posts his portfolio on different social media platforms, including Instagram. He posts a lot of reels of his inked pieces, but he never shows his face on his social media.

All Sena sees, when he scrolls through Hiruma’s instagram portfolio, are snippets of the artist here and there. A face hidden behind a medical facemask, sometimes colored black, and sometimes red. Blond hair, gelled into spikes. A heavily-pierced ear, adorned with glittering ornaments. Mainly, the camera is always focused on the clients’ newly-inked skin.

Hiruma does different styles. He can do realism, he can recreate Renaissance artworks, he can make silly cartoon demons, and he can even ink devil wings on his clients’ backs. 

However, Sena scrolls past all those artworks, until he finds the one he likes. It’s a simple design, and it doesn’t seem to be Hiruma’s more famous artworks, judging by the lack of it on his Instagram page.

It’s a non-minimal tattoo, of six inches. It’s one of Hiruma’s original artworks: a Succubus tattoo. It’s a heart with devil horns and wings. The design is simple, but Sena falls in love with the artwork on sight. 

(For reference, the tattoo looks like this:)

So Sena goes to Hiruma’s website and schedules an appointment. He’s very impressed with how methodical the procedure all seems to be. 

After scheduling the appointment, Sena does a lot of research. He watches Youtube videos on interviews with tattoo artists, he reads articles on the Do’s and Don’ts when getting a tattoo, he takes note of tattoo aftercare, and how to prepare prior to the appointment.

What confuses Sena is that there are a lot of contradictory information. So he just goes to his trusted online store and, like a dumbass, only relies on the product information, without further researching what he’s buying.

So when he walks into Hiruma’s studio on the day of the appointment, Hiruma stares at Sena’s abdomen, which is covered in plastic wrap.

“Oi,” Hiruma says, “What brand of numbing cream did you use, motherfucker?”

“Ah,” Sena says, looking in his bag. He takes out a tiny box and hands it to Hiruma. “It’s this one.”

Hiruma takes one look at the brand and throws the box into the garbage. 

Sena’s jaw drops. “Wha... Why?!”

Hiruma massages his temples. “Are you an idiot? This brand is fucking illegal!” And he taps away into his Ipad, showing Sena the screen. One simple google search is all it takes to find that yes, the cream Sena used is apparently banned.

“Ah,” Sena says again, at a loss for words. “I... uh... didn’t know, I guess.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Hiruma replies, busy again with his iPad. “I’m rescheduling this appointment. You look like you’re allergic to that cuntass cream.”

Sena blinks in surprise. “I am?”

Hiruma, unimpressed, gestures to the pinkish patch of skin on Sena’s abdomen. “Was that area of skin pink before you put that fucking cream, or afterwards?”

Sena laughs awkwardly. “Um... after.” Then, at Hiruma’s sigh, Sena hastens to add, “But, the cream works, though! It feels numb!”

“Christ alive,” Hiruma mutters. Then a little louder, he says, “That fucking cream can cause stroke and cardiac arrest!”

“Oh...” Sena says. “Um... Guess I’ll die, then?”

At that, Hiruma laughs. It’s a sharp sound, startling Sena into staring at Hiruma. But hot damn, the sound is so jubilant and so nice, that warmth blooms in Sena’s stomach. 

“Huh? What was that just now?” Sena thinks to himself. Then, he waves the thought away. “Maybe side effects of the numbing cream.”

“Perish, motherfucker,” Hiruma starts waving Sena out the door. “But don’t die in my studio, goddamn you! Bring your dumb ass back here in two days, when the cream’s worn off. Now scram.” And yet, even as his words are callous, it sounds as if he’s smiling from behind his medical facemask.

Sena leaves, but he can’t quite forget Hiruma’s resounding laugh. Or the sound of Hiruma’s voice even as he utters profanities. 

Sena returns for his appointment, this time without any damn numbing cream. 

And the procedure goes as planned. Except, both Hiruma and Sena are feeling things.

Hiruma is trying very much not to stare at Sena’s tiny waist. If Hiruma were to wrap his hands around it, the pads of his fingers would touch. And as if that weren’t embarrassing enough for Hiruma, he can’t help noticing that Sena’s waist is also toned. Which Hiruma finds very hot. Ah, FUCK.

Sena, on the other hand, isn’t doing much better. Imagine the intimacy of getting a womb tattoo, but like amped up to a thousand bcs Sena’s hand kink is making itself known like a bat screeching out of hell.

Hiruma’s fingers are long, and Sena is trying not to ogle the veins on Hiruma’s hands like a creep. 

Not even black rubber gloves can hide how deliciously spindly Hiruma’s fingers are. At the very least, it covers Hiruma’s long fingernails, which are painted black. Sena could not help simping for that. Damn it, Sena’s hand kink is absolutely raging today. 

Hiruma’s inappropriate thoughts dissipate, as his mind is taken up by his current project. He puts his wholeass Hirussy into every artwork he makes, and this is no different. Thus, he concentrates on inking the stenciled skin.

Sena on the other hand, feels absolutely flustered getting touched, even as Hiruma’s and Sena’s skin are separated by Hiruma’s rubber gloves.

The amount of fucking pain hammering at Sena’s abdomen is at least a good distraction. And yet, all Sena’s inappropriate thoughts return, with how careful Hiruma acts whenever he wipes the blood off Sena’s skin.

“AAAAAAAAA, THIS HURTS!” Sena thinks. But also, his inner horny self whispers, “Nnghhh, hands.”

It also does not help that Hiruma is wearing a tight shirt, the sleeves doing nothing to hide his muscular arms.

Between Hiruma’s attractiveness and the pain, Sena’s thoughts are just a hazy blur of non-stop screaming.

yes, y’all can definitely use this prompt!!! This AU of mine was cross-posted from the HiruSena/SenaHiru Discord Chat. Join us there!

[mes0p0tamia]

HCs about Sleep Token's eyes

They all have horrendous eye bags. yes all of them.

they also all have reflective eyes bc its creepy and I like it. I think it's hot. If someone shines a light on them in a group, it looks smth like this:

Vessel

Vessel's eyes look brown from far away, but they are just really a dark red. Their shape is very feline with a very prominent lower lash line, and usually his pupils are slitted. They are especially prominent in the sunlight. His pupils will often contract and dilate with his emotions like a cat. If he's really pissed off, they will contract to a needle's point. But if he's really, really happy his pupils will blow so wide you can barely even see the iris.

believe it or not vessel does not have angry eyes, they are just very intense. He has eyes like a predator, like a snake or just any dangerous animal, really.

making eye contact with him is hard because his eyes are kind of unnerving, in a good way kind of? (Listen I'm trying to not make this sound really weird, ok?) His eyes look other-worldly and omniscient; like if you make eye contact, he will know everything about you.

especially at rituals, because under Sleep's influence they will glow gold. It's part of the reason he wears the mask.

I also HC that he has sort of siren-like abilities (I'll go more into that in another post), and his eyes play a role in that.

If you look closely, you can see a very tiny rim of gold around his pupil, but most of the time it will look copper or bronze because of dim lighting.

They look hauntingly beautiful and dangerous.

ii

ii has very large eyes, not like bug eyes or anything, they are just very prominent. They have a very wide shape, with very dark lashes. His eyes almost look Vanta-black. They absorb all the light around them. ii got that boba eyes autism stare.

His irises are also very large, leaving little room for the white.

he looks almost bored or sad all the time bc his eyes are kind of droopy. They often look misty like he's somewhere else mentally.

he has the best puppy dog eyes bc when he tears up it is gut wrenching (the watery eyes make him look not super creepy, and kind of like a baby cow)

He is not hard to make eye contact with like Vessel is, it's hard to keep eye contact with him. He will stare you down for what it seems like forever (in reality tho he just really doesn't blink that often and is probably zoned tf out).

when he feels intense emotions, his pupils turn slitted and white; that's when his eyes look really creepy. This has only happened on few occasions though, so the sight is rare.

also, his tears are black bc I said so and it looks sick asf

iii

iii has very pretty doe eyes

They shift in color with the light depending on the angle you look at them. He has little tiny flecks of iridescent white in them. You can only see them if you get really close though *cough cough* VESSEL *cough*

he probably has the most "normal" eyes out of all of them, honestly.

His eyes look very kind, like a mother, but also very tiered. He gives a lot of himself to others, and it really shows in his eyes if that makes any sense? (I literally don't know how to explain it I'm sorry)

iii has the most long and beautiful lashes you've ever seen on a human being (jealous fr oh my god. and are any of them even human anyway?)

His eyes are just so beautiful it's hard to look away, and in the sunlight, they almost glow. He's got them Gojo Satoru anime eyes

He's the only one of them who's eyes aren't super off-putting in some way. they're still kinda creepy, just like, the least creepy.

iv

iv's eyes are angry and stern. His eyes are like the fallen angel painting (the one by Alexandre Cabanel). He's not actually that pissed off all the time, he just has major resting bitch face.

His eyes are a pale-ice blue, with the pupils being a slightly darker blue. Around the edge of the iris is a dark rim, with that being the darkest part of his eyes. His upper lash line is the most prominent, with his lower lash line looking kind of red; and his eyebrows sit very low.

Instead of his pupils contracting, the rim around his irises will instead. In emotionally intense moments, the rim will close so far over the irises that his pupils look like little white dots.

His eyes are sharp, and predator-like, similar to vessel. He doesn't have the "alure" that Vessel has, just the "dangerous" look if that makes sense.

He is generally the more stoic type, but you can see in his eyes that he holds on to a lot of anger or just any intense emotion in general. He has a hard time letting go of things.

In more vulnerable moments, his eyes look like he's pleading or begging. He looks a little scared, like he might get hurt.

[yessa-vie]

HEART STRING OF GOLD [TEASER] ❣

→ PAIRING. OT8! ateez x fem!reader.

→ SUMMARY. They had abandoned you, all nine people you cared about most had completely abandoned you. In the end, you were just like your parents and superiors said you would be if you continued to allow feelings to be felt. You then became Stricland's weapon and the Black Pirates, like their leaders, were your ultimate target.

→ TYPE&WARNINGS. written. canon of ateez lore au. enemies to lovers, heavy angst (!!!), a little fluff (on specfic ocasions), slow burn (!!!), a lot of miscommunication, a lot of pinning, dimensional traveling.

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❝It was time, they all knew it. All of them knew what that choice meant. All of them felt the weight of that choice. Your image entering each of their minds as they exchanged glances before one of them held Cromer in his gloved hands. The image of your face once again took over the minds of those present. What they were doing was for you. Everything was for you.

(...)

The words coming out of the satellite call you received made your entire body vibrate, they had finally captured one of the leaders. You would finally have your answers, but your body was tense. Who would have been captured? What questions would you ask? Should you ask the questions that have been swirling around your mind for the past two years?

The door that connected you to the corridor that would make you see one of the leaders face to face after two years seemed heavy, your feet were planted on the floor, your hands were shaking slightly. Which one did you want to see? All of them, that was the answer, but only one was there, a few meters away from you, two doors and a corridor separated the two of you. So, who exactly did you want to see?

(...)

It was when your right hand slowly went towards where the birthmark was, that something caught his attention. The man became agitated, even more so when your fingers lightly touched the mark, noticing that foundation stained your skin. He really was hiding it. Despite everything, it was the reaction that came afterwards that completely destabilized you.

“How do you know about my birthmark?”

The world seemed to open up under your feet. The table no longer supported you, you only realized that your body had fallen when the firm hands of the man in front of you held you by the waist, electric shocks being sent throughout your body. The touch was the same, the place he held was the same, the pressure was the same, the worried eyes were the same, but it wasn't him.

"It's not possible."

Your voice came out weak and low enough to be nothing more than a whisper, but you noticed when the man in front of you watched you curiously. There was no way they had done what you thought they did.

Confirmation came when the stranger's hands released your waist, one of them feather like on your back. Logan would never leave you completely free like that, not in the state you were in at that moment, but that wasn't Logan.

The voice was the same, the face was the same, the birthmark was the same, even the fucking body was the same, making you aware of how you were holding the stranger's biceps, a way to stabilize yourself since his hands were no longer around you. Logan would never leave you completely free like that. You needed to get out of there, you needed to get out of there now.

(...)

If the hair was black, straight, and with the birthmark on the eye and temple, you'd think you were looking at a painting of Logan, but that wasn't Logan. It doesn't matter the appearance, the smell, the touch... The one who spoke to the superiors a few stairs up, was not Logan. You needed another name for him as you knew he wasn’t going away anytime soon.

The eyes passed over the frame, finding the small copper plate with the name of the artist (both the original and the person who made the copy) and the work. The Fallen Angel, by Alexandre Cabanel. It was at that moment that you named the first leader lookalike.

That wasn't Logan, so you'd give him another name, Angel.

(…)

“(y/n)? Where are you? Your mother is looking for you.”

“Don't worry, I'm coming,” the voice was weak, but your feet were quick towards the door, your mind going back and forth between the past and who was at that moment with the superiors. A cynical laugh left your lips before you took the handle of the repository, sighing before turning the handle. “What the hell did you guys do now?”

You groaned, already imagining the headache that situation would cause.

There was no way they had actually done that.

Even though your feet directed you to the place you were before, your mind wandered to the corners of your room, wondering where you had hidden that diary. Still in disbelief at how stupid they would have to be, you managed to hold back your curiosity enough to join your team in the hallway, but you were quickly stopped by your mother, her curious eyes falling on you.

“He said he only talks to you.”

You were completely fucked.❞

hello everyone!

so, i believe a small spoiler has been release already with this story, but this is the series i was talking about on that post. it will kinda follow the line of the mv's, kinda like a guide, but not really. also, i won't be following their diary, the only time i used it was for the prologue and very very very lightly!

i'm excited to see where this goes (and hopefully, no one kills me in the process). let me know what you think about it, please. i'll be waiting (:

i'm tagging the people that commented something regarding making it a series/enjoying the story on the post above. the story will probably come by end of febuary to early march, i'm still figuring it out.

tag: @cksanpurpleluv || @fanoflife || @lavishloving ||

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