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[leon-hoax]

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[studioneiro]

Devil by Nena Vonkleist Via Flickr: Credits

[7greentears]

Pandemonium, god of red lightning, gluttony, and chaos. Ruler of the Erythraea Nebula, and beloved friend to The Prussian Blue Devil.

Some traditional watercolor paintings of Pandemonium that I’ve made over the past month. Besides digital, I find watercolors very calming and fun to make.

[adamcasey]

Santánico Pandemonium

[myrongilbert]

[shi-gu]

Inktober day 6

4th Demon General of the Pandemonium, Leviathan.

It’s been centuries since I last drew her, or any of my demon characters for that matter. Part of the cast for my “Main Story”. (I love drawing armors)

[hanmeecafe]

Pandemonium ~ inspired by Japan's annual demon parade - Hyakki Yagyo "Night Parade of 100 demons".

Happy Halloween! ☠️🎃👻👹🍬

[one-lucky-clover]

Clover: *YAWN* Really though, what could be so important that Rue has to bribe me with my favorite breakfast.

[love-only-exists-in-books]

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Lena Ella Haloway on the subject of love Lauren Oliver: Delirium 

[timlordartuk]

“Pandemonium” 2013 😜✌️Limited Edition print version - Click link in bio or go to - https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1292527224/pandemonium • Original For Sale - Dm for deets. • #art #pandemonium #abstract #joker #jester #artists #handdrawn #sketch #illustration #illustrationartists #illustragram #illustrator #drawing #draw #ink #pen #pencildrawing #pendrawing #penart #penandink #sketch #sketches #artwork #artistsoninstagram #artoftheday #artofinstagram #artofvisuals #surrealart #surrealism #creative #freelance https://www.instagram.com/p/CikvAJPIGE_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[todaydailydaily-blog]

#Saturday #penandink #ink #illustration #lettering #dailyart #calendar #pan #godpan #panic #pandemonium #satyr #pandemoniumday

[pandemonic-redose]

[chdarling-tle]

The drip of black paint down a gilded frame. The stretched canvas, desolate, empty, abandoned by its subject, stained with a graffiti of hate. The slick lines of a skull, the cruel curve of a painted snake. And there, beneath the emblem, was scrawled a word Lily had not immediately noticed: SCUM.

Despite the pandemonium surrounding the portrait hole, despite the steadily-increasing decibel of hysteria as students sussed out just what was going on, despite the hisses and gasps and sobs — the world to Lily had gone deathly quiet, save for a faint, high-pitched hum like the ringing in ears after a bomb.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen it before, the Dark Mark. She had, several times now. She’d seen it printed in the Prophet, she’d seen it scratched crudely on the stall of the girls’ toilet. On one occasion, she’d seen it graffitied just like this, in Professor Dearborn’s office last year, accompanied by the words: GO HOME MUDBLOOD.

But seeing it splashed across the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, defiling a landmark as sturdy and secure as the Fat Lady…it felt different, somehow.

A puddle of black paint was pooling at the bottom corner of the portrait’s frame, like a blossoming spill of ink, like a gash of blackened blood…she watched as it dripped, dripped, dripped…

“Evans,” murmured a voice beside her, and the hum stopped; the world came roaring back. Lily jerked her gaze away from the portrait to see James at her side. While she had stared at the dripping paint, she realized, his gaze had been on her, brow knitted, jaw clenched.

Read on AO3.

[ink-and-dagger]

Hey darling Ink! Could I make a HEAVY ANGST (because I love to torture myself) request, about what would have happened if reader never survived the blackout? Like what would have Silco done, felt, and all that

You sick fuck.

You want me to kill my MC?

Darling, radiant Astrid?

The character I have lovingly crafted? Who I have nurtured over the course of hours upon hours of writing?

Simply for your own masochistic entertainment?

...

Yeah alright then.

BLACKOUT - A Drink With Me AU

**Death, Blood, Heavy Angst - proceed with caution

You’ve never heard him so much as raise his voice before, and yet your name seems to erupt from the very bottom of his lungs over the pandemonium.

You spin towards the sound as the room illuminates in a gunpowder flash.

And there he is.

On the other side of the dance floor – green eye wide and frantic as he scans the crowd, hair in complete disarray, but seemingly unharmed.

Your heart lodges in your throat and you almost sob in relief. You fling yourself towards him with renewed energy. You’re jostled from side to side but you claw your way forward with absolute determination.

He calls for you again, his voice cracking slightly in his desperation, and you forget yourself.

“Silco.”

Your cry of his name is ragged; torn from your very marrow in its bone-deep desperation. It rends through the roiling madness of the club, shrill and frenzied, and still it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard in his wretched life.

Silco spins blindly towards your call.

Someone sets off a flare, and it bathes the room in hellish red light, and fills the air with cloying smoke. But it allows him to finally see you, clawing your way through the surging crowd towards him - bedraggled, but otherwise unharmed.

And Silco is almost floored by the seismic wave of relief that crashes over him. The only thing that keeps him standing is your gaze; bright and shining through the darkness, just as it always seems to be.

Your eyes are his beacon in this surging ocean of bodies. And he sets course and sails for you.

He shoves people violently out of his path in his haste to reach you. And you in turn ram your way towards him through the swarming crowd.

The two of you – fighting against anything and everything that’s keeping you apart.

Your attention is fixed on him with single-minded determination. Like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. And in that moment, Silco realises he’s come to need you just as much. It strikes him suddenly; a feeling so profound that it shouldn’t belong amongst such horrific chaos as this.

It strikes him, a mere second before the bullet strikes you.

And the world has the audacity to continue moving. Even as you both stop in your tracks.

Your youth has always been painfully obvious to him. But it becomes even more so in this moment, thanks to the almost naive look of shock on your face. The way your eyebrows shoot up, and the soft, surprised “oh” that your lips form. He can almost hear it, familiar as he is with your voice by now.

Silco tells himself it’s just the lighting. Even though the crimson that blooms across your chest is far deeper than the hue of the flare. Then he reasons that the bullet has merely grazed you, even though he’s intimately familiar with the difference between superficial and life blood. And then he accepts what’s just happened.

And there’s nothing inside him.

Only a gaping hollowness of simple disbelief and blinding horror. A numbness so complete that he has no idea how his body manages to wade through it. His mind is a void, even as his legs and arms move, seemingly of their own accord, propelling him through the remaining bodies between you.

Perhaps it’s poetic justice for his ruthlessness, for all the questionable deeds he’s done over the years.

Because there are no whispered final words. No admissions of feelings or time to offer comfort. No first and last kisses.

You’re dead before he even reaches you.

All that’s left is to fall to his knees and scoop your unseeing body off the floor. To hunker down and protect you from the trampling crowd around you.

He cradles your head against his chest and refuses to look at your face. Because one glimpse at the lack of that vibrant light in your eyes might just destroy him, and he can’t afford to let that happen.

Your unremitting radiance has been a constant in his life since the moment you arrived, and he simply cannot comprehend its loss.

Grief, deeper than anything he’s ever felt before begins to press in on him from all sides.

Silco likens it to drowning.

The perfect mix of quiet and chaos that sucks the very air from his lungs. The traitorous part of him that simply wishes to just let it in. Let it consume him.

This is the thanks he gets. For daring to begin to remember the man he’d used to be. For daring to allow himself to be something other than the Eye of Zaun, if only for a few hours a week.

He remembers now why he’d let that part of him die.

Suddenly, without you, he’s pulled back down beneath the dark waters.

Maybe this time the frigid currents will finish the job for good.

Sevika watches on from the edge of the destroyed room. A half empty bottle of something vile and strong finding it’s way to her lips every now and then to numb the reality of the situation.

It’s been two hours, and Silco still hasn’t moved.

The club’s been long cleared of both customers and staff. Although she’s pretty sure Jasper is still downstairs in the taproom.

For such a mountainous man, he sure crumbled quick when he laid eyes on you.

Silco holds you where you fell. Kneeling in a pool of blood that’s long since cooled and darkened to a rich, tacky brown. It’s all over him too. Sevika’s literally going to have to peel you from his arms when the time comes, and that’s a thought that makes the alcohol in her stomach churn.

Silco’s face is never overly expressive, but right now it’s completely motionless. Blank. There are no tears, of course. And he hasn’t uttered a single sound. He simply stares off into the middle distance, stock-still, with you clutched against his chest.

He’s not even tender about it. He holds you against himself like an insolent child unwilling to relinquish their favourite toy.

Sevika knows him well enough not to approach until he’s ready. Until he’s resurfaced from whatever is going on in his mind.

It’s a selfish thought, but she hopes he snaps out of it before Jinx comes home. Sevika doesn’t want to be the one to break the news to the kid. She hasn’t even really processed it herself yet. At the end of the day she’s Silco’s right-hand before anything else, and right now he’s unavailable. Which means it’s her job to hold things together until he’s able to step up to the mantle again. And he will. He always does.

Sevika will raise a glass to you later. She liked you, however much of a pain in the ass you could be.

Finally, Silco blinks, as though emerging from a trance, and slowly twists his head towards Sevika.

And even she balks at the unremitting ice in his eyes.

He hasn’t been capable of such dispassion since Jinx came into his life. And even before then… Sevika isn’t sure she’s ever seen him reach such glacial levels as this. Nothing human could survive such harsh climates.

Silco has mentioned before how a part of him had died with Vander’s betrayal.

Looking at him now, Sevika wonders if you’ve taken a part of him with you too.

She ditches the bottle and makes her way over. It’s a wordless transfer, and Silco doesn’t protest when she crouches and eases you from his arms. There’s no way to do it gracefully with the mess of blood that cakes both yours and Silco’s clothing, and the way your limbs are already beginning to stiffen.

The only crack in Silco’s marble demeanour is a minuscule wince when your head lolls back in his direction; displaying glassy, sightless eyes, and a face set in permanent surprise. He averts his gaze quickly and rises stiffly to his feet.

Sevika stands with you in her arms as Silco turns and walks in the direction of his office. Each step rigid and mechanical.

“What do you want me to do with her?” Sevika asks after him, as gently as she can.

He doesn’t pause his retreat, or turn around.

“It doesn’t matter,” his voice is as lifeless as you, “It isn’t her.”

[thesmokingguns]

Stitches

Warning: Mention of cheating and violence

Minors DNI 18+

How could she be at my show with someone else? How could she be standing in the crowd watching me perform in the arms of another man? How could she not see the torment that was ripped across my face giving the gnarled horror look of absolute desperate sorrow?

How could she hurt me so?

The others in the band had caught sight of her. She was always the easiest one to find in the crowd with her blonde hair so light it glowed almost white under the lights. They had been sending me these looks of pity that I couldn’t meet because I was embarrassed that they were seeing my girl had left me.

When we had been backstage Slash had asked if Robin was coming to the show and I had made up some excuse about how she was busy working on something. Just like I had lied about her going to spend some time with her parents and about the girls  trip overseas. Thank God that Robin didn’t keep in touch with anyones girlfriend because they would have all known that she broke up with me 34 days ago at two in the morning when she found some hand written note a girl I had almost slept with had slipped in my pocket.

The way Robin’s hands had shaken as she held the blue lined paper with smeared blue ink from her tears falling as she pushed me, pointing to words on the paper about how my dick tasted on someone else's tongue. How she loved the sounds I made when I came. A blow job with some random groupie had ruined my chance of love and it made me burn with shame.

Robin was at the show as vengeance, to make me feel as small as I had made her feel but there was only so much of it that I could take and she must have known that. But she didn't seem to care as she let this strange man hold her close, his mouth opening and his tongue swirling around my girl's mouth with such possessive ease.

Slash tried to grab me before I dove off stage, my bass strap ripping off as he fell backwards. Axl was ready to jump in with me, Izzy stepped back probably thinking that he hadn’t signed up to join the circus when making Guns N Roses but it was clear disappointment with what we turned out to be.

People gasped as Steven jumped on my back, throwing me off balance and three members of the band were laying on stage as Axl swore in the mic instead of singing and Izzy played the rhythm guitar to the pandemonium of our lives.

I cut my eye on something, the blood was blurring my vision as I touched a hand to it, not seeing Robin in the crowd anymore and feeling the agonizing break of my heart as I thought I’d never see her again.

“You need stitches.” a wet cloth was pressed to my head and tetheh familiar smell of jasmine and lilies overpowered me.

I had bought her that perfume for her birthday and part of me let myself read too much into it knowing that she still wore the scent. Her eyes were hard, not the soft shining gemstones that had been plucked from a mine and deposited in her heavenly form. She was still furious with me but her expression also showed she was worried about me.

“It hurts.” I was playing it up and if she knew it she wasn’t letting me know. Her fingers dabbed the wet cloth, looking at the way the red bled through and sighing thankful as a medic came over, ushering me off stage, “Please don’t leave me alone.” she knew I couldn’t handle the crisis, I was too anxious to deal with all the stress of explaining medical history and knowing the right answers the doctors would ask me.

I was stupid enough to reach for her hand, like a little boy needing the grasp of someones fingers against mine. Robin slid her hand in mine, sitting beside me as someone started to clean and numb the cut, doing on the fly stitches as I hissed in discomfort.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” her thumb stroked my fingers, her voice soothing me as I thought about how to apologize to her for the worst mistake of my life. The solid feeling of her beside me, helping me through all of this when she had also kind of been the cause for the chaos to erupt on stage.

Stealing a glance at her she was less stoic and more worried, even with the blood cleaned up. It was the first time I had seen her hurt without all the extra emotion added to it. Her worry and fear are so plain on her face, without any mask or thought to cover it.

“Can we talk after the show?” she could have said about what, or no. Maybe even gave me one of her sarcastic answers but she just nodded her head solemnly, like she knew that we had to talk about things. Like she understood that our souls had been crafted to adore one another, that our hearts chose to love one person and they were next to us right now.

“Are you going to be okay to finish?” She was walking me to the edge of the stage, the three songs I missed bringing us closer to the end of the show and closer to being able to talk to Robin about things that shouldn’t have ever happened.

Her hand was still in mine so I gave it a reassuring squeeze, knowing that I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t do that yet. It might be a very long time before she let me kiss her again. But I was willing to wait for her to trust me again. I knew I deserved to be put through the tests and I planned to ace them all.

“I’m going to be okay as long as you’re here.” she rolled her eyes at teh cheesy line and didn't hide her smile quick enough from me. I can see she thinks the comment is cute but I also know Robin enough to know she would rather die than admit it.

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” and that was all that she needed to say to give me the confidence to finish the show.

I just hoped I didn't see the guy still in the crowd because I knew I would try to fight him and my stitches would open.

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[hanmeecafe]

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