#four archangels

[akystaracer22]

I, as someone who read the whole SDS manga before season 3 started airing because I was that sick and tired of waiting, hate how little fanfiction there is for the archangels.

We have sins as family, we have commandments as family, give me archangels as family goddamnit. Hell half the jobs already done for you, slander Ludociel all you want he so clearly cares deeply for his little brother.

Also I really think it’s criminal that there is only two fics for Ludociel x Hendrickson on Ao3 because I can’t be the only one that thinks they were a little gay for each other right??? Like we can admit there is just a little chemistry.

I legitimately have 4 book plots ready (can’t for the life of me write a book but I’ve typed out the general outline) that is canon divergence archangel centric fics but holy shit I wish there was more for me to actually read.

If you have any please send them my way I really really want to read them!!!

[sydns]

nnt as cursed images (again)

[eurychphanpelcael]

人類は死をあまりにも遠ざけ過ぎた。 医療、衛生、栄養、人権が、四大天使の如く人命を守りすぎたのだ。 それはさながら楽園の風景に見えながら、実質肉体と人生の檻に魂を拘束されているに過ぎない。 この生の懲役刑から逃れたければ、遠ざけたはずの死にすがる他はない。 自殺はこの尊厳なき隷属的な生からの、力ずくの脱獄なのだ。

Mankind has taken death too far. Medicine, sanitation, nutrition and human rights have protected human life too much like the four archangels. It looks like a paradise landscape, but in reality, it is nothing more than which the soul is restraint to the cage of body and the life. If we want to escape from this prison sentence of life, we have no choice but to cling to death, which we have kept away. Suicide is jailbreak by force from this slavery life without dignity.

[gmo-oo]

"Reading human books."

Archangels Raphael and Uriel

[serendippertyy]

You’re genuinely THE ineffable bureaucracy artist to me<3

AHHH I'm so flattered I'm glad u think so 🤭💕 I do what I can for this community!! 🫡🪰🕊️

[abczine]

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[spro-o]

Hi I love your art! May I request to draw Mael or Estarossa? Really would like to see them in your style hehe 👉👈

gay old man save me,,,

he was so much fun to draw!! hope you don’t mind making him a little older/more scruffy (been watching House MD and the old man yaoi of it all is getting to me,,,)

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[wwprice1]

The heroes of Marvel unite by Sanford Greene.

[daily-xisuma]

[025] I memorized the enochian characters for use as a cipher :-)

[quitoollero]

Archangel for #marveltober on ig.

[spycemel]

Me and the boys about to go fight a bug-shaped GoPro (or murder the council, possibly both.)

Designs from Left to Right:

@karen360-x3

Mine :)

@poppyrays

@cleaspice

I love that every Hollow Knight design I’ve seen of Gabriel took one look at that Angel and decided that he would have fluff.

[thedeerman]

that feel when you wanna write an AU of your existing fic and that fic is based on a show that’s bible fanfiction and the bible is basically god fanfiction and you have to wonder where the fanfic inception ends

[simplegenius042]

Music Wednesday, Last Line/s & Understand My Group/Found Family In 5 Minutes Meme

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Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @direwombat @voidika @la-grosse-patate @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard and @alypink + anyone who'd like to join.

Music for The UnTitledverse, Last Line's for three A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore WIPs and lastly an "Understand My Group" Meme for characters in my Wings And Horns WIP. You can listen, read and use the template of the meme that is under the cut:

More about the Walking Fate series. This series somewhat sticks to the compliance of canon, but there are times where it diverges. Mostly in regards to characters and their arcs and survival (or death), plus some plot elements being replaced/repurposed. There's about five planned "seasons", with four of them taking the canon compliance route while the fifth is an original plot. I'm also treating Walkers with more respect; they're pretty much a death sentence if anyone is unprepared for them, or god forbid, come across a Herd. Malcrum and Clementine's relationship is in no means meant to impede on the canon relationships she forms and that impact her, it is meant to be an additional and interesting idea to explore her character, especially with the inherent tragedy that ties them together and how it affects her character going forward (as well as my first time writing a relationship like this type in The UnTitledverse, which compared to its predecessors, is a story that doesn't resolve the tragedy with reconciliation between Malcrum and Clementine, emphasising the bitter nature of this bittersweet series). The tragic turn this relationship is of neither parties fault; it was simply bad luck. Malcrum, while separated from Clem and the group, happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, picking up the wrong object, where his mind would (mostly) be fried and lose his agency/autonomy. Forced to watch a shell of himself harm, and at times, kill those he had come to care for or would have never wanted to do so to in the first place. The only person truly at fault here is not even in the series; that being Edward Carmine, for creating a device that probably violates more than what OSHA is concerned about. The series follows a theme of the power of resilience. Persisting in spite of the odds. Succeeding against adversity. Going to great lengths and trials to not only survive, but find a place to live. Which is why I chose this song for this series:

"I am flesh and I am bone Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives for a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter."

Here are Last Line/s for three WIPs from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Each are labelled down below:

THE WATERS OF LIFE FLOW (FALLOUT 3)

His red lenses constricted as he focused on the super mutants patrolling the fortress. If the Vault-Tec data was to be considered correct, Vault 87 was in the heart of the lions den. Ore stood up, huffing out his breathing valve as his knees made a sickening creak. He stretched in preparation for his one-man assault, outstretching a palm to feel the nuclear residue of radiation through his palms.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt the fatigue drift away from the exposure, far more alert and energized. Flame started to spark in his palms, summoning his fire so he may weld it into a more effective weapon against the FEV rejects he would - what was the word Ress used? "Pulverize"? Yeah, that's it - would enjoy pulverizing to cinders.

THE HOUSE ON TOP (FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS)

Her gaze shifted to the only man who was distinct compared to the group he lead. His ugly checkered suit hurt her retinas, just as his smug confidence enraged her. She wanted to break it, but Ryder settled with giving the man a silent glare as she continued to dig her own grave with bound hands.

WHAT HAPPENED TO VAULT NUMBER 76? (FALLOUT 76)

In spite of being enamored by the surge of energy that intoxicated his senses, the Matthias did share his own agreement with his venn's grim words; something changed in this world. A defilement to its nature, though healing from wounds that occurred long since they both last visited, can still be felt in the present. The drunken haze of atomic residue which threatened to become absorbed in Talos' material body was all he needed to know that an unnatural shift took place.

He glanced to his fellow traveler, his closest venn, and noticed a spark in the crevices of his eyes; blazing rings that looped around their orbs with a fury he had not seen in the Arcane Urias since his only loss to a fellow venn a decamillennium ago. Talos could tell Urias held an unsatisfied opinion on this unexpected change, but his offense to it was interfering with the focus he needed kept on his disguise. Talos would have to interfere, less they be found out as inhuman.

Not that there would be any significant consequence a humanite could inflict upon them should they be found out. Fragility was merely a concept to the Matthias and the Arcane, unburdened by the weakness that haunted the "dominant" species of this world.

And lastly a meme for the four main characters of my Wings And Horns WIP. Now to explain, they aren't technically a found family/group (at least, not when the pairs are together), they just happen to run in to each other so many times. Metatron and Azriel are partnered up to work together to preserve the Soulmate System, with Azriel supposed to be nothing more than a cadet aiding the Archangel, while with Xiang and Jezebel, Xiang is a demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, who had adopted Jezebel, whose a Sinner's Soul of a damned girl (for unjustified reasons no less). These two pairs are in fact rivals in their opposing missions to protect and break the Soulmate System respectively.

[Image Reference Credits: Art of Archangel Metatron that I found posted on Quora and Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

Here's a blank template below:

[ariel-seagull-wings]

THE THING AND THE ANGEL: DISCOS AND DUNGEONS! (1974)

@thealmightyemprex @professorlehnsherr-almashy @piterelizabethdevries @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @amalthea9

[setevulpo]

i was thinking about the archangels and how fucked up being possessed by one of them would be and this was created. headcanons on what each (non-bloodline) vessel would go through while possessed! bon appétit

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michael

their vessel runs hot, grace a constant thrum under the skin that imitates a heartbeat well enough for those unaware not to notice. the blue glow that takes over their eyes upon the slightest provocation calms only when their enemies are on the ground, enochian seared into what’s left of their skin once the light dies down.

the heat that follows them shapes the air into wings too big for the space they’re in, even in the most expansive fields earth has. they have to watch out when stepping on grass, or stretching their wings too far into the trees, or fire will follow them too.

eventually it starts to burn, whatever body they’re in. the grace running through its veins turns closer to lava with each passing day, flares deep inside its chest and expands down to its hands when their anger rises. bruises showing up in blues no matter how old they are, burns in its skin hot to the touch.

a smell of fire and smoke follows them when they leave the vessel, and they set ablaze anything in their path on the way to a new body. the largest fires are caused by their rage, charred eyes and hearts left behind on their path.

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lucifer

there's something freezing under their skin, somehow encompassing entire rooms and digging into the skin of everyone around them. the air around them is cold enough to kill, frostbite reaching others before turning their own vessel's hands red with it. its lips are bitten red and raw because the taste of blood is almost intoxicating.

garbled enochian slips through in a constant downpour, because they are an angel and won't taint their tongue with a human language despite the way it burns their vessel's mouth. the easiest way to find them is following the trail of frozen footsteps and the scent of rust so strong it can be tasted.

the hypothermia that sets after some time is what leads them to find a new body, when the one they are wearing becomes too sluggish and their grace starts slipping through the dry cracks in its skin. all that's left is a cold body with its eyes frozen shut.

the earth bleeds on their path, water freezes red by being in their proximity, plants burn and die from the frost. their grace whips through the air and leaves bloody slashes in the skin of anyone who dares get in their way, the wounds never closing completely.

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raphael

their electricity can be felt under the skin of their vessel, sometimes shocking those who try landing their hands on it. their presence makes people’s hair stand on end, their voice resonates through the room in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. the fissures that appear on its skin from one day to the next are eerily similar to lightning.

the eyes of their vessel gain an unnatural brightness, something fiery that is just wrong when compared to the decaying state of the rest its body. their words flow in a way that’s almost hypnotic, calming until the next strike of their blade.

an ill-suited vessel can’t hold them for long. the tremors starting in its hands show that, as do the bouts of dizziness that hit them every so often. by the time their vessel starts losing its sight they have a new victim picked, their electricity having already eroded the brain of the previous.

it seems as if thunderstorms follow their grace, both rain and lightning falling close but never hitting them. wildfires start in their wake, raindrops never quite reaching their destination, and the injured miraculously recovering in hours.

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gabriel

there’s a wind hiding under their skin, usually unnoticeable to the common eye. they’re light on their feet, eyes travelling through every corner of the room they’re in, the air around them somehow feeling heavy with the power they chase. at times it blows stronger, the whole of them looking longer, bigger than their vessel, but it doesn’t last long anymore.

their vessel’s skin grows dry with time, tearing open with each snap of their fingers, grace pouring from its hands and giving life to lilies wherever it falls. all of their vessels’ hands are burnt by the time they leave, skin too fragile to handle their grace.

erosion is what kills their bodies, the debris that always seems to fly back towards them easily chipping away at flesh and bone. what’s left of the body after they take their leave isn’t enough to keep it alive, not with the dust coating its lungs.

tornadoes follow the path of their grace, leaving destruction and chaos between their vessels. they are angry, and they are frustrated, and the mayhem they create is the singular way they can be heard. the debris lifted by their rage is flung as far as their grace can reach.

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