#I mean look him

[eros-sinclair]

Been a minute since I posted any art but here!

Ya’ll we’re asking about Baal and Luthael and their whole deal. And while I do intend on actually writing everything as part of a Fic, that will take a while.

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In short, Luthael snuck off to sanctuary to talk with Tyrael. Who was currently working with the Horadrim, to find a way to flush Baal out of Lut Gholein. Eagar to help, they took on a human disguise and began to explore the city. Hoping to gain any information about Baal to report back to the Horadrim. But in the city they found someone else. in their writings Luthael described him as "Elegant, with hair as dark as night, and eyes like golden sand." the man was charismatic and gentle. The man who called himself Aja seemed to know the Jewel of the Desert and it's surrounding areas well, so they became close with him as to have a better advantage on pursuing the Lord of Destruction. Soon Aja found his way into Luthael's heart, or rather their alias; Lorian. They found that Aja was a broken man, Having lost his child and been cast away from his homeland. And so the two of them find solace in each others company, a comforting touch during cool desert nights. Days and weeks go by with Luthael all but forgetting about pursuing Baal and his whereabouts. They had fallen hopelessly in love with the Golden eyed man, and confessed their growing feelings and were surprised to discover that Aja shared these feelings. But the bliss would not last, Luthael met with the Horadrim where they stated they have discovered that Baal is using a human disguise and alias; Aja. Luthael was in denial. It couldn't be true that the man they had shared a bed with all those nights, to whom they confessed love to, was actually a Prime Evil? And did he truly reciprocate those feelings, or was it all a cruel trick? Luthael would never know, for they left sanctuary soon after, hoping that no one would ever discover the sinful act they took part in or who's bed they had shared.

Of course soon after these events Luthael finds out that they are with child, and being that Baal was the only one they had been with, they are certain that it is his. The only person they tell their secret is the Archangel Auriel, and she helps them keep their secret, and find somewhere on Sanctuary to place the infant once it is born. And that place is with the Nephalem Necromancer Rathma, as he is the closest family that the child has. Luthael gives the child the surname Aja, and Rathma gives him the name Mirrah. The baby's hair is white as snow and one day his Golden eyes would turn a glowing blue.

Mirrah; this was not even the beginning of his story, but the second act. and his second chance at life. and he would use it well.

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Thats right I'm leaving you with some shit to think on! But I hope you like the little short version of their story. I don't exactly think myself a writer, but I do try to make some at least serviceable things.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

elita pep talk

[o0kawaii0o]

no mercy 😭

[egophiliac]

gargoyle Mal is everything I've ever dreamed of and more. his little raincoat! his umbrella! I hope he really does have big ol' stompy rainboots to splash around in puddles in. I hope they have little faces on them.

(Twst please give me Malleus having a rainy day adventure, this is everything I need right now)

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[transdemon]

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Some gojo doodles of after he won 🥰 (now with color!!)

[seldompathic]

Seeing Tails so small again in generations has them questioning how they survived those big ol' eyes

[golyadkin]

it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it

[pastabaguette]

the babysitter

[andstuffsketches]

finally watched Reign of the Supermen

[blacleria]

I challenged myself to paint at least(!) one Sirius Black art a month this year, so here is the April painting! And as I haven’t had much time in April, I made a more detailed artwork :') Well, but it was a lot of fun! I also added a close up because I really like his face in this one :)

[potato-lord-but-not]

they’re so bbg core

[soyochii]

Quick doodles before I evaporate.