#fallen angel kin art

[legendsoffandoms]

Is it time for a Kintro?

(No real order btw)

Probably [Updated as of: ##\##\##]

Clover - The Vessel!

Any but she/her (loves neos)

Trans masc / Genderfluid

Omnisexual

Demiromantic

Polyamorous

Interests: Ninjago, Lmk, Jttw, Tmnt, Video games, Roblox, Transformers, DnD, Baking, Drawing, Writing, Undertale, OSP, Mythology, Music, Goth music and fashion, Countryhumans/Statehumans, Empires smp, Hermitcraft smp, The life series, and more (I forget)

Xiao Siye Cao

Xiǎo Sìyè Cǎo

Aka Clover

He/They/It

Trans masc

Omnisexual

Cupioromantic

Polyamorous

Interests: Messing with friends, Exploring, Swimming, Painting, Designing, Making stuff, Making clothes, Spending time with family, and The winter time

Onyx

He/They/Fallen/Dark

Male (probably)

Omnisexual

Aromantic

Interests: Gardening, Cleaning, Spending time outside, Listening to music, The gardens, meeting other fallen angels, and chilling in the gardens

Cosmo

Ally/Lolo/Apo

Nebula

Star/Starry

Orion

Comet

Space/They/Star/Planet/Void/Nebu/Solar/Orbit/He

Cosmogender

Unlabeled

Interests: Causing chaos, exploring, messing with life forms, chilling in/near black holes, chilling on/near stars, chilling on comets, destroying stuff

Sun Wukong

Sun

Wukong

Monkey King

Pilgrim

Pilgrim Sun

He/Xe/She/It

Genderfluid

AroAce

Demiromantic

Asexual

Interests: Fighting, Fashion, Hanging with friends, messing with gods, messing with mortals, causing chaos, hanging with the children (the monkeys)

[OSP]

South Carolina

SC

Palmetto State

They/Them

Nonbinary

Demiromantic

Pansexual

Interests: Pirates, The ocean, Reading, Hiking, Boating, Rafting, Outdoors, Alone time, and other things we forget

Reed

He/They/It/Siren/Deep

GenderOcean

Omnisexual

Demiromantic

Interests: Shiny objects, sea shells, swimming, the depths, messing with humans, luring humans, singing, talking with other merfolks, and nom-ing on non edible things

Ink Sans

Paint Brush

He/They/It

Demiromantic

Demisexual

Unlabeled

Interests: Painting, Drawing, Watching over the aus, Helping creators, hanging with the bad sanses, hanging with Error, messing with Error, hanging with the star sanses, and making art/stuff

Leonardo

Leo

Leon

Nardo (Donnie only)

Blue

He/They

Gay

Transgender / Trans masc

Interests: Swords, Hanging with his brothers, Sleep (insomnia is a bitch), Hanging with April, hanging with Casey jr, Medical stuff, Skateboarding, Comics, Exploring, Water activities, Swimming, and telling jokes

Enigma

He/They/It

Eldrecryptic - Gender

Interests: Playing, getting pet, getting treats, stalking humans, hanging with other cryptics, roaming houses, sleeping, getting food, finding new humans to meet, messing with humans, and playing with other cats

[cold--carnage]

G R O W I N G P A I N S

[latexcowb0y]

This vision came to me in a dream and also because i was looking at how outerwordly sex toys really look, and then it just spiraled onto those pinterest posts of machines being angels yada yada.. One of my biggest inspirations rn about themes of sexuality and religion is @ godlikeviolence on ig n honestly - couldn't stop thinking about their dreamscape angels while invisioning this

[serialjuliet]

yukiro shirou

[kainekillinggod]

Fallen Angel

Take my body, revel in my shame

Consider my worth

God is to blame, it spits out its children

O winged thing

Your halo has split, cracked and splintered

Does your creator know of your pain?

Feathers worn, the silken skin tattered

Torn by blade no man may wield

Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name

Your son now bleeding, shall never praise it

Seeing what becomes

His brothers in Christ, scorned and shattered

Now lying in the pits of hell

Like Lucifer, your only daughter

The children before God

Its blade drenched of their blood

Wretched and black, now who will blame

The Creator, or the Devil

Horns only broken Halos

[sleepys-kin-posts]

Angel wing emojis.

Free to use with credit.

[thegodofnightmares]

i did it, i finally redrew this iconic image i made my entire personality as a kid, putting it under the break

[schizofreaknia]

i do not believe in god. not in that he doesn't exist, but in that he doesnt love us. he is real and he hates us. he is an almighty and we are his unloved bastards.

[asthecrowrambles]

[ID three pencil sketches of an angel with stubble. first shows him crying while shocked, wearing armored hooded robes and holding a scythe. various scribbled notes visible. second is him witha serious expression and hood up, and third is him with a spiked halo looking annoyed at something off screen, hair long and in a ponytail. /End ID]

little angel oc guy.. think ill name him corvus or antares ^_^

[thearksys]

Fallen angel

[star-is-a-cat]

OMG OMG OMG *wags tail* ekhm, fellow alterhuman, I saw that you draw other's real forms! (I won't even mention how godly your drawings look like) and, if you still do it, I would like to shily ask you for a drawing of my fallen angel kin. Pleeeeease *sweet cat eyes*

If you're too tired/overwhelmed or just aren't in the mood, that's fine, obviously I'm not forcing you :)

If you'll draw it, its body is human, its skin is really pale (almost white), the fingers are longer than in a normal human, the eyes are light blue (almost white) and have white eyelashes, the hair are fluffy, curly, short, and blonde (almost white), the nose is little and the lips aren't really thick. It has big, white, bird-like wings on the back (like most angels do) and is naked, but has no nipples nor genitals. The expression on its face is kinda like this guy's:

If you could do this, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Ahh thank you so much @inkthealterhuman !!

I am so sorry for how long this took, burn out sucks, but I did it!

I hope this looks right!!

Also funny thing: tumblr was telling me that the image you included was blocked so I drew the drawing without it, only for it to show up again when I went to answer the ask??

[legendsoffandoms]

So I started drawing my fall(?) during math class today. It wasn’t really detailed but I’m going over it and making it a digital piece rn.

Obviously I’m not done rn, but like this is so random. I don’t have any actual memories, but just had this urge and this is what I drew. Not sure what it means, but I’m finish it.

[latexcowb0y]

Im anticipating some medical bills soon and im way too tired and busy to keep up w full work kofi commissions so!!

Prices range from 2€ to 5€ and they r not first come first serve, just dm for the full res image w/out watermark!!

[darkelf-drawingart19]

Illustration from my original fic on quotev, username Alice Wintercrest, story "A stray angel"

Read https://www.quotev.com/AliceWintercrest

Full illustration https://www.patreon.com/inthegallows

[agirlwithmagicpals]

my latest doodles

[dewdropdinosaur]

The Whole Being Dead Thing

LUCIFER X READER (PLATONIC) Summary: Lucifer is your father and to say you have been distant the past 7 years would be an understatement. Being the sarcastic owner of a murder business doesn't exactly make the family reunion even more enjoyable. Warnings: Some cuss words and a gun --> Reader is similar to Blitz from Helluva Boss. Rating: PG-13 Can't remember who requested this but here you go!

In the bustling streets of Pentagram City, where sin and redemption intertwined in a chaotic dance, there lurked a figure shrouded in darkness. Y/N, the eldest daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, once roamed. Born into a lineage of darkness and power, she was destined for greatness—or so it seemed.The disappearance of her mother, Lilith, shattered the fragile bonds that tied Y/N to her family. Amidst the turmoil and whispers of betrayal, she made a choice that would alter her destiny forever. With a heart heavy with unresolved pain, Y/N turned her back on her kin and vanished into the shadows, leaving behind her legacy and her birthright.

Long had it been since Y/N departed from the opulent corridors of her father's domain. With her heart heavy and her resolve unyielding, Y/N ventured into the abyss of uncertainty, carving her path through the crimson-lit alleyways of Pentagram City.

In the shadows, she found her solace, her purpose. She became a legend whispered in hushed tones—a silent specter weaving through the fabric of the city, a master of the art of assassination. With meticulous precision and deadly grace, she built her empire, brick by blood-soaked brick, until her name became synonymous with fear itself. Starting her own business built on assassination both inside Hell and up on Earth, Y/N essentially ruled the criminal underworld of Hell. Her own kingdom, not given to her by birthright, but by hard work and a penchant for blowing shit up. 

Years passed, and Lucifer, the fallen angel turned proprietor of the infamous Hazbin Hotel, watched over his kingdom with a heavy heart. The absence of his daughter weighed upon him like an anchor, a constant reminder of the rift that had torn their family asunder. After the disappearance of his eldest, Lucifer then distanced himself from his youngest; believing himself the one to blame for everything leaving.  He missed his daughter, though he would never admit it openly. The pain of her absence lingered like a wound that refused to heal, a constant reminder of his failure as a father.

 However, as time wore on and Hazbin Hotel grew - Lucifer reintroduced himself into Charlie’s life and they became reconnected and virtually inseparable. Charlie, being the optimistic being that she was, decided that if one family reunion was going so well, another should follow. Drafting out a letter to her older sister in bright pink ink, the note was mailed and received. 

After weeks of debate, Y/N finally relented. Maybe seeing Charlie after all would be nice, just the two of them. Putting on her normal outfit: white tank top, black leather jacket, and black jeans along with combat boots; Y/N marched to the hotel. Knocking on the door, Y/N straightened her top. However, what greeted her was not her energetic sister but instead Lucifer, who stood with wide eyes. 

Time seemed to stand still as father and daughter locked eyes, a thousand unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared past and the weight of their estrangement.

Charlie, the ever-optimistic princess of Hell, stood beside Lucifer, her gaze shifting between the two with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Sensing the tension thickening in the air, she stepped forward, a beacon of warmth amidst the shadows.

"Y/N," Charlie finally spoke, voice high pitched as she reached to embrace her sister. "It's been too long."

Y/N's expression remained impassive, her mask of stoicism betraying no hint of the emotions that roiled within her. She nodded, acknowledging her words with a silent understanding.

Y/N's gaze was steely, her demeanor guarded as she faced the father she had long forsaken. The awkwardness between them was palpable, a tangible barrier separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.

"Y/N," Lucifer finally spoke, his voice a mix of longing and regret, "it's been... too long."

A flicker of emotion crossed Y/N's face—a fleeting vulnerability that was quickly masked behind a facade of indifference. “Hi, dad.” 

Lucifer shifted uncomfortably, sensing the palpable tension hanging in the air. "How have you been?"

Y/N's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. Just running a famous murder stick in the depths of Hell. How about you?"

Lucifer winced at the reminder of his daughter's chosen path, a pang of ick gnawing at his insides. "I've been... managing," he replied evasively, unable to meet her gaze.

“So after 7 years that is all you have to say to me? 'How have you been'?” 

“Well, I--is that a gun!?"

Sighing and tapping the glock strapped to her thigh, Y/N spoke “Yes, dad. it's a gun. Sheesh, for sin incarnate you really are such a downer. Get it? Downer, cause like you go down on people...oh whatever.

Charlie, you got a bartender in this place right? Cause I am gonna need a shitty drink if y'all are gonna be a tough crowd."

Charlie, sensing the awkwardness and unable to get sex jokes thickening, attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, uh, why don't we sit down and catch up? I'm sure there's plenty to talk about and yeah…we have a bartender.!"

Y/N's laugh was hollow, devoid of mirth, completely avoiding her father in favor for his sister. "Sure, why not? I've always wanted to hear about the latest happenings in the Hotel for lost souls. So tell me sis, how’s life been mhmm?” 

The reunion was awkward, fraught with the weight of unresolved grievances and unspoken apologies. Yet, amidst the awkwardness, there lingered a glimmer of hope—a flicker of light amidst the darkness that had shrouded their relationship for so long. Alcohol made Y/N much friendlier anyway.