#hierarchy art

[abitterberryblog]

"caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."

silly little doodle, inspired by @lyssq 's tumblr post about his rad identity issues <33 (featuring how i imagined him, but close up!!)

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[ultrainfinitepit]

Angelic Hierarchy (WIP)

[awetfrog]

channeling positive energy for this 7/x/24

[zu-is-here]

mitten

[dad-dumpster]

yeahhhh.. they explore eachothers bodys or whatever

[arrimorr]

My ocs, Sir and Ser, aka the eldritch malevolent policemen 😔

[maleficore]

I've been pondering their inevitable nightmare sleeping arrangements post-Trespasser

[wizards101official]

Never stop being emo king

[amymbona]

[abitterberryblog]

what's upppp starving hierarchy fans. this is a wip...perchance, albeit pretty late. @lovelyyyywitch !!

(art spoilers under the cut)

will work on this when my art block stops art blocking, so hopefully we'll have a finished product sometime soon.

also made a fic based off this scene on ao3. i think this is one of my favourite chapters in the book and ughhhh i miss this series so much anyways thank you

[ford-owner]

coping by turning every fictional character i enjoy into a metalhead

this guy probably gets called a poser 17 times a day . hard relate

[ultrainfinitepit]

Chipping away at the Angelic Hierarchy designs. In my angel lore, Power angels often have demonic features to mimic their usual prey, demons.

[calitsnow]

{La princesse de La Manchaland}

[rottenk1sses]

Dilf art but with a bigger focus on the age gap. He feels SO guilty like he's doing something wrong even though you're both adults. Idk idk.. and maybe he gets really embarrassed with himself cos he's not like 'older bf dom daddy' and maybe even lets a quiet "mommy" slip when yall fuck and and and

cw : dilf!art, implied large age gap, choking (18+)

the guilt chews at art’s limbs like a hungry wolf. a wolf that’s so starved for sustenance that it resorts to consuming the flesh of a man as disgusting as himself.

he tries not to bully himself with the fear that he might have an intrinsically problematic attraction to younger women, but it always creeps back into his chest in the dead of night. he didn’t seek you out, he just happened to connect with you and you just happened to be young. that was all.

you’re over eighteen years old anyway, so what’s the big deal? right? it’s legal. it’s moral ethical somewhat socially accepted. so he shouldn’t let himself feel too bad.

but god, you make it worse with the way you make him feel.

it’s bad enough that he’s decades older than you are, but the fact that you make him feel like an innocent little lamb is a whole other pandora’s box of issues.

the people that can get over the age gap also seem to be the ones who can’t get over the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. they want him to be your protector; your knight. so when they realize that he withers pathetically into the ground the second you’re nearby, they’re ready to deem the relationship ‘gross’. he thinks it’s laughable that they’d rather you have an electra complex than him be your boy-toy. but whatever.

whatever!

it’s all traditionalist bullshit.

.. but damn if it doesn’t make his insides squirm when he thinks about how objectively perverted it all is.

he even thinks about it when you’ve got him trapped underneath you, choking him with two hands wrapped around his throat as you fuck yourself on his cock. he’s still strong enough that he could easily push you off and take over, but he’d never in a million years want to do that.

he likes it underneath your pretty body. it’s where he belongs.

so he moans raggedly and brokenly when you pull another orgasm from his shaking frame, your cunning smile only fueling his pleasure as the lack of air makes his face tingle.

“that’s my boy,” you growl, rocking your hips at an agonizingly quick pace as if you’re trying to kill him, “fffuck, artie, you’re gonna make me cum again—“

your hands are off of his throat in the next second, letting him pull a hearty gulp of oxygen back into his lungs, and then you’re guiding his palms up to squeeze your tits. he keens, coughing around a hoarse whine. he’s crying. (typical.)

“fuck, fuck fuck, i’m gonna cum-!” your head tips back as the words spill from your mouth, and he uses all the strength left in his lower body to shove himself as deep as he can go, punching the spongy spot buried in your walls.

you see stars; burning waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins and lapping at your cunt from the inside out. art shudders at the way you squeeze around his length, and he grips your thighs tight because he thinks he’s about to black out.

this should be considered elder abuse.

you continue riding him through your climax, ignoring the gush of your fluids over his convulsing pelvis. your hand drags up his chest and then slides to play with his short locks.

“still with me? i’m not done with you.”

he nods up at you; brow pinched and tongue heavy in his drool-filled mouth. he can only manage two whiny, desperate words.

“yes, mommy..”

[zu-is-here]

Happy 4th anniversary to X-orcist ♪