#Devil with Violin

[dianakarolinaingo]

Феникс-Огонь

[opbackgrounds]

I can't speak on any of the brass instruments, but as someone who has played a lot of strings in their life I do get a kick at how Oda draws stringed instruments. Here he's got the F holes drawn backward. To be perfectly clear, I don't blame Oda for it; instruments are complex and these characters don't show up for long, it's just very funny

[savagewildnerness]

An improvised love theme for Armand & Daniel & the sexiest bit of Devil’s Minion!

“Yet at other times, he burned for Armand as if for an elixir without which he could not go on. The dark energy that had fired him for four years was now missing. He dreamed Armand was near him; he awoke weeping stupidly. Then the morning would come and he would be sad but calm.

Then Armand had returned.

It was late, perhaps ten o'clock in the evening, and the sky, as it is so often in southern Italy, was a brilliant dark blue overhead. Daniel had been walking alone down the long road that leads from Pompeii proper to the Villa of the Mysteries, hoping no guards would come to drive him away.

As soon as he'd reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again.

He'd come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel's face. Such warm skin, full of the fresh blood of the kill. Daniel fancied he could smell it, the perfume of the living clinging to Armand still.

"You want to come into this house?" Armand had whispered. No locks ever kept Armand from anything. Daniel had been trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him!

They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand's arm against Daniel's back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret . .

Secret lover. Yes.

Then the realization had come to Daniel as they stood together in the ruined dining room with its famous murals of ritual flagellation barely visible in the dark: He isn't going to kill me after all. He isn't going to do it. Of course he won't make me what he is, but he isn't going to kill me. The dance will not end like that.

"But how could you not know such a thing," Armand had said, reading his thoughts. "I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course."

The moonlight poured through the wooden lattices. The lush figures of the murals came to life against their red backdrop, the color of dried blood.

Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.

Look at the garments he wore. Blue cotton shirt, brass-buttoned denim jacket. Where had he gotten them? Off a victim, yes, like taking out his knife and skinning the kill while it was still warm? No wonder they reeked of salt and blood, though none was visible. And the hair trimmed just as if it weren't going to grow out within twenty-four hours to its regular shoulder length. This is evil. This is illusion. This is what I want to be, which is why I cannot stand to look at him.

Armand's lips had moved in a soft, slightly concealed smile. And then his eyes had misted and closed. He had bent close to Daniel, pressed his lips to Daniel's neck.

And once again, as he had in a little room on Divisadero Street in San Francisco with the vampire Louis, Daniel felt the sharp teeth pierce the surface of his skin. Sudden pain and throbbing warmth. "Are you killing me finally?" He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. "Do it, yes."

But Armand had taken only a few droplets. He'd released Daniel and pressed gently on his shoulders, forcing Daniel down to his knees. Daniel had looked up to see the blood flowing from Armand's wrist. Great electric shocks had passed through Daniel at the taste of that blood. It had seemed in a flash that the city of Pompeii was full of a whispering, a crying, some vague and pulsing imprint of long-ago suffering and death. Thousands perishing in smoke and ash. Thousands dying together. Together. Daniel had clung to Armand. But the blood was gone. Only a taste-no more.

"You are mine, beautiful boy," Armand had said.”

[justasuta]

🔥🍻🎻🔥 „ Wesele ” 🔥🎻🍻🔥

“Wesele” is a Polish word that means “wedding” or specifically the wedding reception. It’s similar to the word — “wesoło” — which can mean “happy”, “lively”, or “merry”. This is inspired by a Polish Song of the same name by the band BRAThANKI. It's about a wedding that doesn't go well. This character’s name is Lisa or Rue — she doesn’t mind either or.

Image description: Digital art showing an anthropomorphic fox playing a violin while surrounded by flames. Her mouth is open showing her sharp teeth, she has black eyes with tiny burning stars as pupils. On either side of her is a black chicken with a flame like crest and glowing white eyes. The fox wears a polish folk costume: a wreath of red flowers, a white lace shirt, a black bodice with red flowers embroidered, two necklaces, a black skirt with a green and yellow hemline, a white and red stripped apron, and high red boots. There is bottle and a mug of alcohol on the floor, among the flames. End Image description

[amethystfox4]

The devil went down to Georgia,

He was looking for a soul to steal,

He was in a bind cause he was way behind,

And he was willing to make a deal,

[thatsbelievable]

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

The Amazing Devil: *announces new music being released via their Instagram*

Me, waking up from an emotionally comatose state and two psychotic breaks later:

[virtual-boy]

{🎼}{🎼}{🎼} {🎻}{🎻}{🎻} {🎹}{🎹}{🎹}

"I heard music! And music IS MINE!"

["I heard music! And music IS MINE!"]

maestro from doctor who stimboard with music themes, drawing, sheet music, pianos and violins!

[requested by @inky-da-dinky, tysmmm!!! X03]

[blupengu]

V gameplay in a nutshell

Missing from this clip: V slowly walking by around as he reads poetry like the goth theater nerd he is, go off king

[eldritchrach]

"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too. And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due: I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you." - Devil Went Down to Georgia - Charlie Daniels Band.

Gold foil A4 Print now available ♥ (Shout out to @hallalaween for helping me with their knowledge of string instruments).

[paintermagazine]

‘Devil’s Symphony’

Artist: Roberto Andrade Dorante

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 30 oct 2024

Witch comic, day 30. Violin.

[sinsofsinister]

ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ • ʙᴀʀᴅ ; ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs • ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴇᴠɪʟ

[savagewildnerness]

Oh my, @toriangeli’s Armand really can crook his knee! I don’t know, I was just thinking about this scene from Memnoch The Devil & so…

“He sat on the stone park bench, boylike, casual, with one knee crooked, looking up at me with the predictable innocence, dusty all over… (snip)

In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes; a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was.

“That’s what you always want,” he said softly…. (Snip)

“Cherub child,” I said. I did a bold thing, maybe even a defiant thing. I reached out and mussed his snaggled curls. (Snip)

“I can’t remember anything bad between us,” I said.

“You will,” he responded. “And so will I. But what does it matter what we remember?”

“Yes,” I said, “we’re both still here.””

[blackaquokat]

Is anyone else haunted by that THING the violin does in the Horror & the Wild when the line "Let not them hear the mutterings of all your fears / the fluttering of all your wings" or am I just Insane over it on my lonesome????

[eye-of-the-purricane]

"The Devil Went Down to Georgia" in the bathroom.

With Mia Asano & Ally the Piper