#crimson angel au

[the-artist-grimm]

Starfall - Part 2

PREV - NEXT (In Progress)

That's 2/3 done! One more part to go-where you'll also learn why this mini-comic series is called Starfall!

(also as a note this early on Anthea, the Lamb, just assumes the twins are biologically Narinder's kits. The twins aren't actually blood related to him, but the lamb just took one look that first meeting after execution and assumed 'Yeah those two are his' and went with it. He's the twins' dad regardless though lol)

[teruuu]

“I love you. I love everything about you. The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you smile. I love you. You’re so… breathtakingly beautiful.”

Narinder in crimson angel au, probably. Idk.

(Yea I was drawing with @the-artist-grimm while in the middle of making the comic)

THANKS FOR THE EXPERIENCE GRIMM 🥺🙏🏻 HOPE WE CAN DO MORE IN THE FUTURE 🤧

[elianaroselight]

Once again, I was inspired to write for @the-artist-grimm and her wonderful Crimson Angel AU. The song is 'Infinity' by Jaymes Young.

Narinder was watching his spouse, well, wife as she talked to Nona. He thought back to when he had watched her dancing in a field of dandelions and camellias. Back before he was freed. His heart warned when he remembered she had been singing about him. How she dreamed of being by his side and wished upon the flying dandelion seeds to send her message to him. Sometimes he wondered if things would have happened differently had he not jumped to conclusions. He knew that whatever it could have been, wasn't here now and instead he got something much better in his opinion. He married his lamb. His love. His life. His everything. He was determined to make sure she knew she was loved, wanted, desired even. That it was okay to be selfish and dream for herself. He wanted to lift her higher than he had ever been able to go. 

He quietly follows his beautiful lamb towards their home as the evening began to fall. They enter the quiet home. Quiet only because their kits were spending the night with Anthea's fathers, giving the two of them a bit of time to be together. Before Anthea could speak up and ask what he wanted to eat or do, Narinder, who didn't sing very often, opened his mouth. “Baby, this love. I'll never let it die. Can't be touched by no one. I'd like to see 'em try.” The lamb pauses and turns to look at her husband in curiosity, eyes holding a bit of a sparkle at hearing him sing. 

The ex-God smiles warmly at her and walks closer. “I'm a mad man for your touch, girl, I've lost control. I'm gonna make this last forever, don't tell me it's impossible.” He sings lowly, reaching out to take her hand and kisses her palm, his eyes meeting hers to exchange his sincerity. “'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity. 'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity.” 

Narinder could hear her breath catching at everything he was doing and begins to purr softly in joy. He leans in, laying her hand in his chest, just above his heart. “Oh, darling, my soul– You know it aches for yours. And you've been filling this hole Since you were born.” The cat’s heart flutters at his own thoughts being voiced aloud, knowing she could feel it. He smiles softly at the adorable blush forming on her cheeks. He kneels down and gently lays her hands around his throat. 

“Oh. 'Cause you're the reason I believe in fate, you're my paradise. And I'll do anything to be your love, I'll be your sacrifice.” He watches Anthea's eyes widen more, becoming slightly wet at his declaration. The cat knew those words would hit hard due to the past, but nonetheless, he meant every word. How could he not. Here he was, bowing before the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on in his entire life, knowing full well his life, heart, body and soul all belonged to the God before him. “'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity. 'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity.”

Narinder stands when he feels Anthea lightly tug on him, pulling her into his arms and holds her close. He lays their foreheads together as they began to sway and he lets out a soft purr. “Meet me at the bottom of the ocean Where the time is frozen. Where all the universes open. Love isn't random, we are chosen.” The cat smiles softly, tail hooking at hearing his small wife let out a soft chuckle. He opens his eyes to look into Anthea's as he continues his song. “And we could wear the same crown. Keep slowin' your heart down. We are the gods now.” 

He enjoys the pregnant pause as he listens to his Lamb's hitched breaths. He lays a hand on her cheek and tenderly wipes her tears away. A softly finishes his song. “'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity. 'Cause I love you for infinity. I love you for infinity.” 

He leans in and kisses his wife as he finishes, pulling her close as his heart soars with love. 

[the-artist-grimm]

Heheheh-your lamb is so cute I love her @pest-lady , been looking for an excuse to draw her again :D (also love the new designs!!!!)

And of course we got the cats too;

Love seeing how different takes on Narilamb act, it's very fun ^^

New Lamb Design - New Clothes Swap!

Another lamb: @the-artist-grimm I still love your designs and your au so much💗

And of course cats

I love how different our versions of these couples are, seriously, it makes me happy for some reason :D

(Continuing the tradition with shocked crowns)

[ricochetyears]

self-promoting thursday bc this is an ao3 war and we die like regulus black (that’s a lie he’s happy and alive)

ac: sophithil

[joffyworld]

Love, Stage Left

They say love conquers all in time,

That we can rise above and find,

The love and trust, which holds and binds,

Which sews the strings that knot and wind;

Around and round this heart of mine.

But have you ever been deep in love?

Been surrounded by your lovers hugs?

Felt comfort, belonging so hand-in-glove?

It feels so perfect and wonderous,

There's no belief it could turn to dust.

But one day when love does so fail,

When the heart is betrayed and turned so frail;

It burns and seers, it screams and wails,

But the pains never end, it rains like hail.

We imagined once, a future perfect;

Now, come the future, love hath deserted.

Left us with such fickle purpose:

A family torn, rendered dead, reverted,

A crown usurped, from higher purpose,

A leader born, one dead, accursed.

Tell me, was such a life so worth it?

But when they look into my eyes,

It's love that looks back, deep inside;

The wound that remains is healing slowly,

Far too early to call the journey-

Over with, yet so it seems,

That though our love tears at the seams;

These threads are sown from godly things-

Godly things that withstand the seas-

Of passion! Of torment! Of love! Of pain!

Though our lives may never be the same again,

There's hope, and with hope we may love one day,

I have faith and pray, I may pay my way,

Into servitude, not as The One Who Waits:

But The One Who Loves, The One Who's Cherished,

The One Who's Love Could Conquer, Not Perish,

The One Who's Forgiven,

The One Who Stayed,

My love,

Please tell me,

Can I still find my way?

Back into your arms,

From my desperation,

My mistake.

(Inspired by @the-artist-grimm's Crimson Angel au, I promise it's really sweet and beautiful but I got hung up on the awkward, sad co-parenting phase 😭)

[cowardlylittlebranchman]

Give us the borderlands x mechs crossover 🔫

This was really fun to think about

[crimson-rites]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

It’s reworked, redesigned and officially back now! The ask box is open and I am more than happy to take questions about this AU pspspspspspsppsspsps-

The character designs are ready (finally) and I’m excited to be able to share this world in full with you guys now :) 

Character Intros

Part 1

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔

The phrase “make a deal with the devil” takes on a whole new and more absolute meaning here. Many humans and members of other species make contracts and pacts with members of the demon species. It is possible to form these agreements with angels as well, they’re just much more picky in regards to stipulations; contracts with demons are more popular for this reason. Demons still make rules surrounding their contracts, they just tend to be a little more lenient. Many still fear for their souls, so the majority of these deals are more calm/domestic in nature. However, it would be a lie to say that nobody has used or would use one of these deals for malicious purposes. Most of these deals, malevolent or not, are made in what’s called “The Underworld of New York” (commonly just called the Underworld by citizens and is an area of Queens) in a place known as the Bottle Eater. Just pray that your name doesn’t come up there outside of your awareness.

An organization that was donned with the name “The Dire Coven” by the citizens of the Underworld serves as an underground highway of supernatural goods beyond even the most creative child’s imagination. Any cryptic device or deadly poison you can come up with, they most likely have. For the right price, that is. They call it the “dire” coven for a reason; the people there forge hope from hopelessness. Different branches of the organization exist, but this AU focuses on the one situated in the Underworld: Styx. The main body of the organization is comprised of four groups: 

Brokers: sell and collect goods

Artificers/Brewers: Create most of what can be found on the market outside of extremely rare items

Entrepreneurs: Often members of higher class society; meant to root the organization higher up but mostly act as eyes and ears 

The Collecter (also called “Founder”): A figure shrouded in mystery whom runs the entire organization; no one has ever seen them face to face, not even Entrepreneurs

The organization has ties to many contract making beings; they provide the goods said beings need to fulfill contracts and the beings make mutually beneficial contracts with them. It’s a win-win. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

Now there is one demon that is especially popular when it comes to contract-making, the one they call “The Boogeyman.” Really, it’s the Ink Demon, who goes by Bendy in business affairs. He basically runs the Bottle Eater and resides in the hotel it’s attached to along with many of his other companions. As for the reason why he’s so popular, well, when you hear “ink demon,” you’re not expecting something too scary, right? Most people enter a deal with him because of this; they think he’s less intimidating. Well they sure are wrong.

Alice resides in the Underworld as well with her two sisters, Nyx and Calliope. All were the result of an angel father and demon mother. These siblings are some of the Underworld’s most prominent entertainment figures, holding back to back shows at the Trinity Colosseum. They make for a killer trio, quite literally sometimes-

Joey Drew is the head of the Styx branch and manages nearly all of its internal affairs. Henry Stein, the co-owner, mainly handles the finances and stock. The branch itself is one of the biggest among the many that the Dire Coven has, so it was seen as fitting for it to have two managers. Now, for some of their star employees:

Delilah O’Neal: The leading Entrepreneur of the Styx branch. She’s known for her scary efficiency in regards to intel collection and is unmatched in terms of persuasion.

Anya Morozov: A broker with the most successfully collected goods on record; you could say she’s got a bad case of sticky fingers, but hey, they’re put to good use. Often uses the alias Cheri out on ‘business’; in her words, secrecy is the best policy (can you see the trust issues)

Thomas “Tom” Connor: An artificer who is responsible for some of the most intricate device designs on the market. He was pursuing a career in engineering prior to joining the Dire Coven, and combined with supernatural energy, his machines hold much more potential.

Allison Pendle: Earned herself the title of ‘Head Brewmaster’ due to her creation of 606, a one of a kind potion known for it’s regenerative properties. She works as a medium outside of the Dire Coven, giving her a strong connection to and understanding of the supernatural world and how it functions.

𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

So first off, this AU takes place in Queens, New York in 1920 on what I can only describe as a whole other planet earth, not really multiverse style, but I’ll explain. This earth is basically the result of several different dimensions merging into one. As a result, many mythical beings live among humanity (ex; angels, ghouls, demons, sirens, werewolves, fauns). The area this AU takes place in is populated mostly by demons, humans, angels and ghouls. The event that caused this is widely regarded as “The Collision.” The main focus isn’t this event itself, but it’s why this world is what it is. These beings have come into contact with humanity on several occasions throughout history through little blips in the lines between dimensions, this just gave them more permanence on earth. Throughout the world, different landscapes/environments from these overlapping dimensions can be found. The Collision also left three moons in its wake.

note: this is prone to got through some editing overtime so nothing here is set in stone :) it’s really just setting the story and main characters up. there are a few side characters which i’ll introduce along the way as well, but you’ll have to wait a little for them ;)

[liliallowed]

Biblically accurate Crimson

might have leaned a LIL too much in to the religious undertones and made dusttale basically the second, third fourth and xxxth coming... except yk... uhhhh without jesus and mortals are just resurrected to die again-

[sstvar]

Alice: 

Species: Nephalem

Age: 28

she/her

Job: Singer; very versatile with her style, is in the alto range and duets with Calliope sometimes

Oldest of the Nephalem sisters; inherited horns from her mother and a halo from her father

Her halo was broken as the result of an event in her late teens…….it’s best to not bring it up

Cares deeply for her loved ones and friends, prefers to show this through words and acts of service

Very protective of said people

Is actually the wallflower (out of spite)

Half blind and wears 1/4 (??) of a mask to protect that part of her face

The #1 cheerleader at her sisters performances “YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE”

[cvbullshit]

I just wanna bury my face in Passive Crimson's hood or Bug Crimson's neck fluff

I wanna lay my head in Passive Crim's lap and listen to music

I wanna sing Loser, Baby with Bug Crimson

I wanna eat cotton candy with Passive Crim and win them carnival prizes

I wanna make out with Bug Crim

ahhhhh <3

I love my noncanon gender neutral partners

[the-artist-grimm]

Since The Lamb has no specific gender, I like to think Baal and Aym call them “Baba,” instead of mama or papa.

Yep and these kits are not helping poor Narinder's massive crush crisis by doing that.

[the-artist-grimm]

I typically draw from IRL for a lot of my stories and themes, yeah. Both from my experiences and those of people I know-in this case my AU draws a lot of my experience with siblings and how unhealthy dynamics within families can stick with you. Thus with Crimson Angel one of the core themes is this sense of neglecting yourself and not saying how you feel for the sake of others/keeping to your role, since that’s kinda something I still struggle with as a result of how my family was set up.

Shamura and Anthea both are the others mirror in that they both struggle with the side-effects of being the oldest siblings. The caretaker, mom’s helper (or just ‘mom’ in Shamura’s case), the example, the one everyone else can depend on. I’ve noticed with both my older siblings and those of my classmates growing up that they were often neglected emotionally/expected to grow up faster for the younger kids, which definitely leads to issues in expressing one’s self alongside buried resentments/anger down the line. It's why Anthea clings to the title despite their brothers being dead-they can't picture themselves as anything else.

Narinder in turn draws from me a bit more as a case of being the ‘independent’ child. Where his siblings constantly needed Shamura’s attention, he always seemed to be just fine on his own. He never had any problems to address, he never asked for Shamura’s help-he was the kid they could count on being ‘ok’, when secretly he was just never telling them when something was wrong because he could tell they were stressed and didn’t want to add to the ‘burden’. Yet when the time came where he genuinely needed help and support, an overly stressed Shamura didn’t truly listen, just thought 'oh great now HE'S complaining too just what I need' and took out their frustration over the others on him, leading Narinder to close himself off and never want to tell others if he’s hurting again. His resurrection ritual was him trying to solve the problem of the others' ire over him being death on his own, not realizing how it might appear to an outside eye. 

I do more with some of my other characters like my OCS in adding more experiences, personality traits, and stuff, but that's the gist of it. It's helpful to take pieces of my irl, crank them up to an 11, then break them down via stories. It helps me come to terms with my feelings and partially understand those of the people around me.

CW: This post may be a little heavy for certain people. I’m asking about topics of mental illness and unhealthy relationships. DO dismiss this post if these things trigger you.

I might delete this later, but my curiosity is killing me, so I had to

I’m trying not to get all personal here, but do yall also incorporate a lot of IRL experiences in your writing/the stories of your characters/your art or sumb???

Like, I tend to pour a lot of myself in the things that I write. Compulsion of Flesh AU and Old Faith Academy AU are some of the most personal works I’ve ever developed here. Compulsion of Flesh reflects a lot of the darker things that I’ve both seen from others and experienced for myself. In Compulsion, the unhealthy relationships, severe attachment issues, obsession, etc. are all things that I’ve seen people close to me go through. The depression, anxiety, burnout, and self-loathing portions of Old Faith Academy are all reflections of my own battles with these things.

Do you happen to do the same?? It’d be interesting to hear from you!

[elianaroselight]

Here is a song fic for @the-artist-grimm and their COTL Crimson Angel AU that is would gladly parish for. The song is 'Dandelions' by Ruth B and is an amazing song.

This takes place between the time Anthea realizes they are in love and Narinder's release from the Below.

Today had been a calmer day, which Anthea was grateful for. She was currently crusading through Darkwood for needed supplies, (wood, stone, camellias and the like), when she stumbled into a massive camilla meadow. It had sometime since the lamb last saw one as they had become fewer in number since she had defeated Leshy. It was a nice day. A soft breeze blew through, wafting the scent of the red flowers all around with a few petals and dandelion seeds float about magically.

As she admired the scene and the calmness she felt, words began to slip from her. "Maybe it's the way you say my name. Maybe it's the way you play your game. But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you." She sings softly to herself, mind wandering to her God and his kits. Her heart swelled with a fullness she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine. 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time." The lamb sings as she walks through the flowers, imagining doing so with Narinder. Anthea spins, feeling the grass under her hooves as she does.

A big grin spreads across Anthea's face as she gently runs her hands over the petals. Her mind wanders to the her recent daydreams about happily living with her god, Aym and Baal. "I think that you are the one for me. 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime.. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."

As she sings, Death's vessel only slightly registers the crown floating nearby, watching her. Too lost in the moment and the daydream to care. " 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time."

The lamb moves to sit amongst the flowers and dandelions, feeling the breeze flow through her wool. She carefully picks a white dandelion that was ready to blow it's seeds away. Anthea gazes at it in thought for a moment before continuing to sing, only this time it seemed like she was giving a message for the seeds to carry. "Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know?" She blows on the seeds, sending them flying into the air. She watches them float about. "Dandelion, into the wind you go. Won't you let my darling know that?"

Suddenly, the lamb flings herself back, landing on a large patch of dandelions and sending a puff of seeds flying into the wind. "I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile, smile. Wishing on dandelions all of the time. Praying to God that one day you'll be mine. Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time."

Anthea watches the dandelion seeds fly away, carrying her message to the one who holds her heart. The one who waits for her to visit.

Narinder was beginning to turn his sight away from what he was watching, having listened intently to her song and heart heavy with confusion as sadness. The crown floating down to sit by the vessel's head as he sings softly to himself what he wished he could say himself. "I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine."

[dawnled]

tag post #4 ( au verses #1 ) !

[ricochetyears]

sneak peek of my wolfstar + jegulus divergent au come read come read come read give it some love (370k in already and im just going nuts welcome back crivers lol)

(I’ll keep posting self promotion stuff until the apocalypse comes idc at this point)

art cc: sophithil