#anyway. throwing it at these angels:

[chipistrate]

Wasn't able to get this weeks page done again but!! Next week for suresies

In the meantime, here's a semi-old roboticized Tails redesign for my Lost Worlds rewrite from last month- I'll make a proper post about it at some point

[spooksier]

absolute dogshit clown

[liam-summers]

BtVs 3.07 | AtS 1.03

Bonus🎶

[catmanbowser]

She says hiiii!!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "MOM!!! Ohhhh I can't believe I finally get to DO this- Mom mom mom, this is VAGGIE! Vaggie meet my mom, mom, meet Vaggie! She's an angel and she USED to be an exorcist working for Adam but she said FUCK THAT!"

Vaggie: "It was more of an "argh" while they cut out my eye and stuff."

Charlie: (hugging her) "She said 'fuck that' in SPIRIT because she's amazing and hates heaven's guts and now she's happily living down here in hell, with meeee~"

Lilith: "Oh? Enjoying your new freedom, are you?"

Vaggie: "Very, VERY much, ma'am."

Charlie: "Oh um! She's also-!"

Lilith: "Literally me."

Charlie: "....."

Charlie: ".."

Charlie: "Please don't say that."

Lilith: "It's a compliment. And nice to know how much you've been missing your mother, sweetie."

Charlie: "AND PLEASE DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!!"

Lilith: "I'm also glad you picked up your father's taste in women."

Charlie: "..aaaaaahh..."

Vaggie: "Sweetie-"

Charlie: "AAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

Vaggie: "-uh, Charlie, you need to breathe-"

Lilith: "She doesn't, actually. Haven't you noticed? It was one of the first things I realized about her father, along with the advantages of dating someone short enough to not have to kneel for-"

Charlie: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-"

Vaggie: "....it's nice meeting you, your majesty."

Lilith: "You as well. It's rather nostalgic. Almost like looking in a mirror."

Charlie: (slumps over limply in vaggie's arms)

Vaggie: "CHARLIE!?"

Lilith: "Ah, but you have better reflexes than I did. Lovely."

[wishchip106]

Charles in xmdp slowly losing everything that kept him going throughout the years and watching his dream crumble in front of his eyes

only for Erik to show up, a week or two after trying to kill Charles’ daughter and just generally being an asshole, with a chessboard and an engagement ring LMAO:

“sorry about saying no one cares about you anymore and trying to kill your daughter do you want to move in with me and we can live the life we’ve always dreamed of together 😻”

swooping in before dofp Charles 2.0 happens 😭 but yknow i still wish we got to see Charles grieving over his sister and daughter (yes Jean is his daughter he gave birth to her i will die on this hill) cause like their deaths were only a few days apart and they quite literally meant the world to Charles

ig people mourn in different ways but he should cry on camera at least one time cmon guys

[cheriboms]

a wizard and her kitten 🔮

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry just got reminded of the entirety of uncanny x-men #309 and how it's charles having a therapy session with himself about his love life and desires and how he kept sacrificing himself and his wants for The Cause and the whole time he imagines erik to represent his innermost thoughts in the form of a therapist to have him unravel all this

[takethatball]

MOOKIE BETTS and HYESEONG KIM dodgers @ marlins, may 5 2025

[angels-all-sin]

The fact that Buck is gonna be living in Eddie’s house now is fucking with me in a specific kind of way. (Not because the loft is gone now. Though I am gonna miss it—not just because it was where the Bucktommy first kiss happened. I actually really liked the set and its design. It grew on me. Plus, it’s been around since season 2, so there’s nostalgia there). Yeah, Buck is moving in to help Eddie with the subletting, but I also like to think that he’s moving into it to help him cope with the loneliness he’s gonna feel—in full force—once Eddie’s gone…. Surrounding himself with all of Eddie’s things. Trying to make Eddie’s—eventual—old home into his new home. All as a, sort of, coping mechanism to try and be close to him when he’s no longer around. To make the missing him a little more bearable, even though constantly seeing reminders of him everywhere might be the opposite of bearable.

[crashnbrn]

[royaibrainrot]

THE ROYAI OF IT ALL 😭

[lemonduckisnowawake]

Dragon!Angelique AU word dump that I wrote on a whim just to see how many words I could write in 20 minutes on my phone (it was 569. 1327 total in about 40 to 50 minutes total). So don't expect anything shiny.

_

They were all supposed to be dead.

What they didn't know was that when the goblins ransacked the little village of Joie in Loire, the creatures had been drawn to a lurking power.

"He was a soldier," Angelique had told Clovicus about her father, nothing but an old grief tugging at her heart.

She hadn't said anything about her mother.

But it wasn't like it was a secret, anyway.

There wasn't much to hide when you found a child, eyes blazing a cold and unnatural silver, something hard and scaly and glowing on the sides of her face, teeth bared and sharper than a child's teeth should be.

Mama was supposed to be invincible.

But in a world where an ogre can be felled by nothing more than a youth and her cat, where a man-turned-beast can be tamed by a snarky ranger, where a demonic mirror can be contained by a mortal with her human power and love - even goblins can fell an ancient monster.

"You should practice using that power..."

And what right do you have to say that? Angelique had thought, eyeing the irritating teenager training under Clovicus. He didn't understand the pain that the lurking beast inside her had caused. He didn't understand that without it, she might have a family, not be someone taken out of pity by a man who didn't even like children.

And yet, six years later after being discovered, when Evariste had invited her to stay in his home as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, she'd accepted. When the Council protested, he simply had bared his very human teeth and claimed he'd teach her magic.

(A mage?, they'd whispered, voices horrified. Why would Lord Enchanter Evariste teach a monster to be a mage??)

Just to spite them, Angelique - planning to stay quiet, subdued, discover a way to run - decided to learn.

Even if Evariste kept insisting she use her horrible, heinous power, even if he kept insisting that it was beautiful, she stayed and thrived.

Of course, she refused his asinine insistence for her to train that other side of her.

The memory of her mother, in the process of transforming, cut down by one of those creatures, still burned in her mind. The whispers surrounding her, the people who barged into Clovicus' home to see her, make sure she was controlled, that she wasn't dangerous. And even now, people sent by the Council harassed Evariste - all these memories kept her tranquilized.

"Is your little beast tamed?" the visitors wouldn't say, but imply with all their words.

Evariste would shield her, and Angelique longed to sink her teeth into these people, show them what an untamed, wild, and free beast really looked like. But for Clovicus and now for Evariste, who was protecting her on some strange basis of loyalty from growing up together, she'd stay tame.

And now...he was gone.

He'd been gone for nearly six years, taken from under her nose, right in his own home.

Shielding her.

Just like her parents.

Everyone was always left or taken, and maybe now Angelique understood those stories where the dragons kidnapped royals or young people or entire villages. Creatures like her must have been fated by the gods or some deity to forever be alone, so they took and hoarded and kept whenever the opportunity rose. Because it would be taken anyway, in the end.

You have all the power to take back what is yours, young one, the stars had told her once.

They had called themselves Pegasus, a swirl of stars knit together into a constellation she could ride.

We had an agreement with your human mage, Pegasus told her. But the stars will only bow to those who can reach them.

So Angelique did not have to unfold her own wings, transform into something that would make children quake in terror. Instead, she became the beautiful enchantress who rode the stars, in search of a friend who had taught her the beauty of human magic and abyss-deep love. She was the one to tame men turned into beasts, who transformed a destitute duchess into a queen, who fostered a mage of creation, who destroyed only to protect and save.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Angelique, at 18 and about to leave the world behind before Evariste invited her into hers, would have been happy to withdraw into the shadows and fade as another bad memory of the world. But then she'd risen to become a hero, to become someone who was great enough that she didn't need to unleash the beast shaking in the cage of her soul.

"You can't hide it forever. You can't hide from it forever," Emerys warned her once, something gleaming - something that looked like hope and joy - in his eyes.

And now, he repeated the words to her again, cradling the form of his wounded human lover. It made Angelique's heart squeeze painfully. An elf of the forest from a land far away and a mortal woman who accepted who he was, loved it even.

"Please, Angelique?" Emerys begged her, himself bloodied and bruised.

So how had it come to this?

It had started with her father, loving Angelique for who she was, calling her and Mama his "little fire stars." And then it was Clovicus (Angelique now knew how unfair she'd been to the man, who may have not liked children all that much but had loved her and Evariste), giving her a home when the Council had called for her to be killed. And then...Evariste, who had given her a home and an alternate solution to survival in his beautiful, human magic. Then Emerys and Alastryn, Roland and Gabrielle, Elle (who had discovered it because of course the former spy would), and now....

"It always comes to this," Angelique muttered to herself, not even aware that she was speaking.

Something hot - and she didn't know if it was rage or love - burned in her chest. The fire of it all spread from her core into her veins, forcibly squeezing through her muscle onto the organ of her skin, hardening it.

"No matter how much I give, I always have to give more," she said, almost a sob and yet so full of resigned desperation. "You had all my humanity. And this, finally, is the rest of me."

Because she would have burned long ago if it could have bought her parents to life. Or if it would have saved Evariste.

Trained to hide it all her life and told by those she loved to set it free.

Fine. Here I am.

And the fire burst out in full, encasing her in a cocoon of silver flames. She felt herself rise with the fire, the unsteady floating stabilizing when scaly wings were wrenched out, the flying coming to her instinctually.

It wasn't a full transformation, no. She wouldn't give them that.

But the scales were on her face again, as they had been long ago when they'd found her. Her back had grown wings as large as the wonder from the soldiers below, and they propelled her as she raided the sky and became the wind of this windless day. There was no fire out of her mouth - her humanoid body was not made to contain it - but it didn't matter.

An ancient, deep, powerful magic danced in her blood, merging with her human spells and setting the horde of the evil beasts alight. In seconds, the encroaching armies became ash and dust, scattered in the winds of her flight path.

Inside of Angelique, there was a contended rumble, as if from a creature long-chained set free.

Welcome home, it whispered, startling her.

Home?

As she landed back to where Emerys and Quinn, both gazing at her with...with awe, of all things, staying put as Angelique willed the searing burn of her magic into a healing warmth to flow over them - as she looked into their eyes and smiles, something within her shattered and mended and sang.

It sounded like the voice of her mother, opening her arms wide to an Angelique shrieking in delight as her father tossed her up and down.

"Welcome home."

[rando-lesbo210]

figured would be fun and should do it anyways but here's two of more refs I need to make with fallen heirs- though gaige here is just my general bl3 hc idea for outfit, there's then angels and ideas with her eyes i can't remember if I've ever shown

And then the bastard herself

"Ana what's those giant fucking things covering those two sections??" secrets for later :3

This includes though since after the maliwan ship she got stronger, we got some more markings

And then a digital and close up view for her eyes because traditional can't do it great (these also aren't very great but oh well-)

Right image I did at like 2 am so it's much more sketchy and low quality (her real eye is inspired from scrapbrainzones, but I'm going to edit the color to a paler blue because for some goddamn reason I kept doing darker blue for angels eyes when they're pale blue- idk i also for long time didn't do angels fucking freckles so I'm insane clearly-)

....which now i see the freckles aren't showing up well either in the fucking ref image with fallen heirs angel but I'm too lazy atp to fix it and take another picture AND resticker over it- man.

anyways kat is on the list next but when I'll be done god doesn't even know because man. Either way with that note have fairly old doodles now and I end my ramble for the day

[unsubtle-oddities]

angels and lemons and demons and limes

+ bonuses under cut

[mothcrumbs]

angelbrain love warm milk and honey