maybe fallen angels aren't as frightening as Aarin expected...
Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night
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pose credit to mellon-soup!! i found this one on pinterest and just had to draw zuriel and aarin :3
I'm honestly in LOVE with zuriel's hair, I didn't really know what I was doing when I was sketching this out but I'm SO happy with it!!!!! especially since this is my first time drawing them :3
also is it obvious this is my first time drawing wings lmao 💀
Stardew has invaded my mind again, so decided to draw seb, abigail, and my oc, aarin all together bc all three are together bc i say so. (Mostly wanted to draw this due to Sebs winter outfit in the post for the 1.6 update)
Buckle up because theres going to definitely be more stardew stuff, if not massive art dumps.
BARBIE MEME 💙👼 Arael Tartys - Aliengirl OC 👼💙 Speedpaint by Ninjon-chan 🐇💙 from 2023. - part 27.
Arael is an angel from Vega-starsystem. It's star is blue that's why the people are blue-skinned. Arael's from an angel family, where every member has angelic powers. She has a little sister Aarin.
In my story she lives in the future around 2300. In these years superhumans rule the whole Solar-system and travel through the Galaxy and visit other exoplanets and alien spieces is absolute normal.
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But this is my new oc Aarin!! They’re an angel of Fortune, a Devil of Greed. They were created with the intention of fulfilling prayers for those needing money or anything monetary, however, money is a very corruptible concept and thus Aarin is not exactly fallen but not necessarily a full angel, they’re something in between.
But I cannot stress this enough, they’re also dumb. Like really dumb. They don’t really know how money works or correct values since they have constant exchange rates flowing into their head and that leads them to doing things like betting $500,000.00 in an underground fightclub where the highest bets are only around $500.00.
MADILYN MEI LYRIC GRRGRGGRGGRHR anyway! I am SO sorry for not posting a lot of HAH content but here's an aarin drabble feat a new design idea for them🙏🙏
HAH Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night
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Aarin had long stopped acting defiantly towards Kore, but the urge to slap that smug little grin off the demon's face blazed like a fire inside their chest.
Of course, it wasn't like they could verbally express this anymore; the golden thread sealing their lips shut, dried crimson still staining their lips, made sure of this. After one too many times of lashing out at him, they should've realized that Kore would probably do something to stop them. So here they were now.
They had gotten used to the pain — either that, or it had dissipated, moving to the muscles in their wings right now. Stretched out in a marvellous display, each feather was pristine and silky smooth. Unfortunately, however, Kore tended to forbid moving their wings until the visitors left; so that meant that, in whatever position that Kore decided on, Aarin had to stay perfectly in place for hours, perhaps days, on end.
"You should be used to this by now," Kore would repeat. Aarin hated his voice; every fibre of the demon's being made them want to rip him apart, put his horns on display like how he's doing with their precious wings. "You've been down here for years. In my home. Following my rules. Under my protection." It wasn't protection. It was torture. So, so much torture, just to be gawked at like the 'statue' Kore believed it was. The 'statue' that Kore made them pretend to be.
"Aarin."
They were fucking sick of it. Sick of him. Sick of being forced to stay still while this— this devil etched patterns into their flesh with a scalpel, making meticulous incisions just because he couldn't be bothered to paint onto their skin every day. Sick of not being able to speak freely, move freely. Sick of not being free, full stop.
"Aarin!"
They just wanted to rip his heart out, treat him like how he treated them. Give him a taste of his own fucking medicine. They wanted to make him the one to stay still for hours, make him the one to be stared at and admired for being a perfect little fucking statue—
"Fuck's sake— Aarin Malchediel!" The angel's head snapped to the side as they were backhanded by Kore, their cheek blazing with pain. They only winced, giving a silent glare to the demon in response as they turned their head back.
"Keep your fucking wings in place or I'll rip them out myself."
The angel couldn't help but whimper in reply, the muscles in their wings twitching with exertion as they stretched them out further. In the meanwhile, Kore placed a delicate veil over their head, nestling it in their hair. The fabric was opaque and — thankfully — hid their entire face, so they doubted they had any need to close their eyes. It was probably because of their sewn-up mouth, as well.
Kore hummed in satisfaction when he stopped fiddling with their hair, and when Aarin's wings — and breathing — stilled. But still, a threat lay beneath that silver tongue as he spoke again: "Keep zoning out like that and you'll end up like my little Zuriel."
Aarin had no clue what they were supposed to gain from the threat. Perhaps it was an attempt — a pathetic one at that, in their opinion — to make them behave, make them listen. They had no clue who, or even what, this 'Zuriel' was. It wasn't like the angel could ask, though. But given the look in Kore's eye, and the poorly scrubbed blood staining the marble beneath the rug in the center of the room...
Aarin wasn't sure if they wanted to know in the first place.
this blog is very deprived of OC content, and I'm sorry for that. HOWEVER, I shall share some height charts of all 20 of my gorgeous little babies (two of them, who are funnily enough the shortest, have not been introduced since I can't find a specific storyline that would fit them other than them and Conan (my Meadowlark (@/yaelokre) sona) being friends)
(PS: the Fall beside Zuriel's name is its height after their Fall, in which. y'know. its body did a couple funky things and turned into one of a fallen angel. it was probably a very painful experience, but hey. it's the tallest of the bunch, so it gets bragging rights)
I also do hope to write something about Damián or Eibhir soon!!
I should probably do their ages too, actually. I'll put it under the cut:
Damián: unknown, perhaps 7-10 years old?
Eibhir: 10
Conan: 13
Ailean-Conall: 22
Foster: 26 (poor fella /lhj)
Derwyn: 25
Christian: unknown*
Ivy: 24
Clementine: unknown*
Rayan: 30-32
Zayn: 23
Madir: 39
Esrana: 30
Carlisle: unknown*
Ezra: 29
Aarin: unknown (they're an angel, after all. their age is a little funky)
Madison: 35
Kore: unknown (again, same with Aarin; Kore is a demon. who knows how long he's lived)
Ruaridh: unknown*
Zuriel: unknown (same with Aarin and Kore)
*Carlisle, Clementine, Christian and Ruaridh have been stuck in a lab for their entire life. they all don't exactly know how long it's been, given there's (understandably) no clocks or calenders in their cells. and because their captor (Derwyn) is a bitch and didn't bother to document their birth dates)