#i can be ur angle or ur devil

[jalattes]

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[nearlydark]

This is the rock wall I climbed up lmao hard to tell the angle. Maybe like 70 degrees I don’t know how you talk about rock angles

[yakool-foolio]

can i request mystery phantom yomi the design literally goes so hard hes got the colors of monokuma and everything

I think ya might've accidentally got the wrong guy for art requests, cause it ain't me (I ain't no fortunate son). I'm not the art guy, I'm the 'ramble till I drop dead' guy. However, since ya asked, I might as well attempt to supply.

Woe, tiny fallen angel be upon ye

[knifefagg]

not sure what i need more rn sis degrading me for needing her so badly or running my mouth abt how bad she wants to violate her fuckin brother

[lipsofanangelu3u]

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Hi I’m Will. But my brothers call me Angel sometimes so that’s cool too. This is mostly a me core blog bc my bf wanted me to do it and I’ve never done tumblr but I am now <3. Pronouns are He/They and I like genshin. Specifically Chiscara lol

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Here’s my art blog <3

[filthystill]

He is bathed in brilliant light, and it offends him after so long in the dark, drops the hammer, clenches his fists. Be not afraid, it said, it was one of them. Tugging on his mind, playing with him. He is a bull. Huffs, drags his foot along the cave floor.

You don't even want to be free. You caged yourself. And the river doesn't want to etch itself out of mountain, and the wind doesn't want to howl through broken trees, and the mountain does not wish to stand. You don't want to be free, but you will be, one day.

It's like it's challenging him. Just a feeling, in the pit of his stomach, love eternal, love forever, fetid, rotten love. He wished to blow the candle out, extinguish the flame, he wanted to rip the angel apart. He wanted that sword.

"Let me tell you who I am again," tall, shoulders back, neck straight, "Jimmy fucking Hopkins," constant, and sharp, speaking thoughts he had tried so hard to hold onto into reality, rehearsed, it was the only fact he knew: Jimmy fucking Hopkins.

"I don't take questions, fucker," the stone walls began to bleed, thick gashes on the insides of his soul, "you get me the hell out of here. You get me out of here now. I ain't telling you again."

@filthystill

It was all a metaphor, he figured. Twelve hours, burning eternity, the mind was malleable, tongue on his neck, sticky breath, piercing the skin, plunging sharply into cerebellum, and it would hurt for a moment. They were playing with him. God particle chewed on his mind, glistening oil, every colour, he could see in the dark. Rasputin's hammer. Block of stone, ancient oak, eternal torture. His sweat wasn't his own, as the time passed, devoid of night and day. He couldn't remember her face, or her name, but he remembered her smell, and for a second, axe in his hands were hips, like she was made to fit him, like she was his missing piece. He would swing the hammer until he couldn't, when he was tired, within the blackout, he would blackout. No light, no sound, ignore them. Get back here boy, down the tunnel. He heard the rocks shift, and move. You're going insane, but it isn't real, it's like watching a movie. You will get out of here. None of this is real. Hammer to stone. You will get out of here. He knew exactly where here was. He could feel it in his bones. Entombed in black mountain. This was a trick. See, the thing he was involved with, it liked tricks. Figured they were all like her, but they weren't, this one had a sense of humour. Maybe this was real. Maybe this wasn't in the space in-between. Maybe he'd get out of there, and one hundred years will have passed, and it'll all be too late. Question is, will you still want the same thing when you have become a different animal altogether? It was his mind, playing tricks on him, a question he had been faced with many times. To get what you want, is to get what you once wanted. All he wanted was to go somewhere that no longer existed, the past's siren song, all he wanted was to remember, for a moment, any of the things he once held dear. "Get me out of here."

It's migraine-inducing. Far too bright. It echoed. It burned like the midday sun baking your face.

The light shone from his face and made it difficult to pinpoint his exact features. It was like it came from behind him, illuminating the edges of his face but never the entire thing. There's the slope of a nose, the flash of a holy fire-filled gaze, pearly whites smiling in a perfect grin.

Be not afraid, he had said without moving his lips— in fact, he barely seemed to speak, all his movements airy and slow, like he was underwater, linen robes rolling with an invisible tide. Screaming will not help anything.

Angels do not have malice in them, but they do have wonder. An abundance of it. And it spreads like a cancer around them. It's flames licking at your face. It's ecstasy you cannot stop. Breathing stops. Time slows. Those imperceptible colors of Heaven come down and blind the senses.

Mouth speaks without moving. He has a sword in hand. It's on fire. Honestly, it's a lot.

"Not yet!"

Said playfully. Angels are giant toddlers with no awareness of the discourse they cause amongst humanity with their presence alone.

"You didn't answer my question!"

When Uriel was Simon, a naive, nervous preacher, he did not get his memories back for a long time. Surely, you too could wait Jimmy.

[pybun]

Guardian Angel

[prettycoolducks]

decided to quickly redraw/draw over an old (and I mean OLD) GLaDOS drawing. I liked the idea I was going for! It's GLaDOS standing over Cave Johnson's corpse lol. Original drawing under the cut (:

[basinclan]

Happy late Halloween!! I was too busy yesterday to post anything so here's Fluffystalk and Lightningmeadow.

[dragonsongmakhali]

[[MCH:: DAWNTRAIL <READY>]]

[shih-coulda-had-it]

The sketch game looks fun! I don't know if we're allowed to request more than one, so I will say either 4b with All for One and Second/Kudou, or 4c with Yoichi and Second/Kudou. Thank you!

You can have both! 4C is set in the canon where Yoichi is much taller than Kudou, 4B is in a Modern, No Quirks AU (specifically, the wip where Yoichi only agrees to spend the holidays with AfO if he can bring eight other friends [OfA sans Izuku]). Kudou and AfO are reaching a mutual agreement to show nothing but holiday joy for Yoichi’s sake.

[swamp-teeth]

he's silly

[yakool-foolio]

Hellxander is like the reality show of rain code ships

The action! The drama! The controversy! If these two really were to star in a reality show, the cameramen would be shot dead. However, a little publicity stunt never hurt. What can anyone really do to stop them? Any qualms about their scandalous relationship would be instantly silenced with a knife to the throat. A couple that slays together stays together.

I dunno why I find these two so fascinating. I've written up my own detailed explanation about the nuance in their 'consensually unhealthy' doomed relationship, but in simple terms, I think I just like the concept of two evil lil guys having their way with each other. They're at the top of the food chain, the apex predators. But instead of fighting each other over their positions, they get along, much to the bewilderment of everyone else. Cerberus and Hades.

[childaintit]

Subaru in every single arc ;

[xannerz]

i forgot how hard it is to get his features right (🔥🎨🎪🔥) but here’s an attempt at younger quirin

[kivaember]

Post-Balteus mission be like...

AYRE: Now that Handler Walter is away on business, you should deploy on an unauthorised sortie, shoot up an innocent gang of drug-fuelled weapon marketeers, and launch yourself across the ocean out of a cannon with no real plan to get back or to facilitate your Handler's own journey across the ocean. It's likely you'll die.

C4-621: Okay.