#redemption for the fallen

[may12324]

Astarion - Little Star

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Chapter 3

Cal and Bode don't fight on Jedah, instead Cal returns to Cere's base just in time to intervene in her fight with Darth Vader. They're able to escape, then together they track Bode to Nova Garon. With Cere's help, an agreement is reached. Can Bode be redeemed? In the meantime, Darth Vader amps up his search for Cal and Cere, and Obi-Wan receives a message and leaves Tatooine for a second time. A fan comic.

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[chiconisroc]

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Part 1/3 from a scene from my "Hope In Hell" fanfiction, drawn by @levshany :), a levshany commission : D.

[dollya-robinprotector]

So here's the thing: This post

Everyone's honest reaction to that information:

Look I know it's not exactly the "BEST" but they're the first on the list so let's just bear with me for the comedic effect, 'ight? *bow*

[anthotneystark]

No it’s fine I’m not crying I’m not thinking in an endless loop about how in the middle of overwhelming grief Greez still recognized that Cal was spiraling and letting his perceived guilt start to drown him, how he refused to let that happen and his voice is shaking but he needs Cal to really hear that the betrayal isn’t on him, Bode made his own choices and it’s not Cal’s fault, and he emphasizes this because he knows even if Cal gets it, guilt still has its teeth sunk into him like he does for so many things that aren’t his fault, he feels so much but Greez can’t let him carry this like everything else

Definitely not thinking about how Greez calls him kid and shows he cares with sarcasm and food and how he didn’t trust Cal when he first saw him but how quickly he trusts Cal so much over and over even when he doesn’t want to, how he wants Cal to be safe and happy even though he understands Cal needs something different. Not thinking about how trust is a central theme in everything and every time it doesn’t end well it’s another reason to never trust anyone but Greez explicitly trusts Cal to make the right choice even when Cal isn’t fully sure of himself

[alchemicaladarna]

I think I kinda wanna talk about the differences between q!Bad and tr!Bad for a second because these past few lore interactions allowed me to sort of (but not really yet lol) piece together what kind of person tr!bad is and how fundamentally different yet the same he is from q!bad.

Bad, as a character, is immortal. Seen a lot of shit, been through a lot of shit. That's an understatement. Is kinda numb to all of it. The only difference is that q!Bad had a Reason as to why he didn't blatantly engage in that chaos. He only wanted to keep the Eggs (his nieces, nephews, children) safe- and they were his Achilles heel. He kinda went absolutely batshit insane when the eggs went missing; people will always say he was ruthless during purgatory after all, but at the end of the day he reaped and suffered his consequences. He died for the Eggs because they were the reason.

Tr!bad has made it clear now, time and time again that he is not laying down his own life to save someone else's. At the end of the day, he plays for himself- no attachments and no reason for weakness. He can be as chaotic and crazy as he wants because he has nothing to lose. He has no reason. Nothing to live for except himself maybe, and that's where the main difference between qsmp and The Realm Bad lies.

Just consider q!Bad's narrative of selflessness and tr!Bad's narrative of doing things for his own personal gain and tell me you're not clawing at your walls and violently sobbing cuz that's me rn (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)

[aventurineswife]

The weight of the sky seemed endless as the two of you sat in silence, the gentle hum of the Astral Express vibrating beneath your feet. Sunday’s gaze was cast toward the swirling cosmos outside the window, his eyes softened by the vastness before him. His wings fluttered ever so slightly, a subtle sign of something unspoken, something held close within his heart. His halo hovered faintly above him, the eyes etched within it flickering in time with the distant stars.

Beside him, you, a fallen angel, watched as the space between the two of you expanded and contracted, as if the universe itself was breathing in sync with your hesitant connection. Once, you had both been celestial beings, bathed in light and purpose. But now, the wings that had once been a symbol of grace hung heavier, tarnished by the fall, by the choices that had been made. Your shared past was no longer a dream of peace, but an echo of something more complicated—something fractured.

It was the stillness between you that felt the loudest. Sunday’s usual calm demeanor, always so composed, now seemed like a fragile facade, as if his very presence was too delicate to bear the weight of both his idealism and his doubts. And you—your once-vibrant wings were now a muted reflection of their former glory, the loss of innocence still fresh on your soul. You had fallen, yes, but in your heart, you both knew it wasn’t just the fall that kept you grounded. It was the constant struggle to rise again, together or apart.

You had loved him once, and perhaps still did, despite the years of separation, despite the wounds that had never fully healed. His soft gaze met yours briefly, and for a moment, the distance between the two of you seemed to vanish. But only for a moment. The coldness of his self-imposed solitude crept back in, shrouding him in the same protective shell that had kept him isolated for so long.

He, the protector of dreams, the idealist who wished to escape suffering, now seemed caught between worlds—the one that was real and the one he so desperately wanted to create. You understood that pain; it resonated within you, reverberating through every fiber of your being. The loss of your wings had not been a simple fall; it had been a choice, a fracture of ideals, a departure from a reality too painful to face.

Yet in that fleeting look, you saw him—the Sunday you had known before everything had fallen apart. The one who still clung to hope, however fragile, despite the weight of his guilt. The one who believed in redemption, in healing, even when the path forward was cloaked in shadows. He was still searching, still yearning for something better, but it was unclear whether he was doing it for the world or for himself.

Your wings, though broken, still yearned to reach him. To soothe the turmoil that clouded his thoughts, to whisper the truth that you both were more than the sum of your pasts. You had fallen, yes, but you had also risen, over and over. And so had he, in his own way, struggling with his own fall.

But it was the fall that had changed you both. The quiet way you drifted into each other's orbit, two souls bound by the same celestial ache, yet bound by the knowledge that redemption wasn’t a place—it was a journey. Together, but apart, your connection remained fragile, and yet undeniable, like the stars that burned dimly yet persistently in the void.

As the train drifted further into the unknown, you sat beside him, not speaking, but knowing. Knowing that no matter how far the distance stretched between your hearts, there would always be something that tethered you both together—a shared past, a shared longing, a shared, quiet hope.

Originally was requested by someone on Wattpad but I wanted to post here too because I can and I will 🧍‍♀️🫶

[colterblues]

He’s just the kind of guy that would take pictures like these whenever he finds something cool

[rtfenix]

(Almost)All the games I played last year! (Games listed in tags)

[iristial]

What I like about episode 5 is that even though Bouche supposedly had noble intentions for making Michiru and Shouma miserable for years, he still hurt them and Shouma's feelings aren't rendered invalid because "Bouche did it out of love". An explanation isn't going to erase the years Shouma spent seeing his mother cry for countless nights - or resolve his trauma and helplessness when his half siblings murdered his mother, even though she didn't qualify as good Dark Snack spice (therefore rendering Bouche's efforts moot; it just delayed the inevitable, sadistic actions of his other children)

I also like how Shouma, by deciding he wants to keep making people happy despite the risks, is breaking away from perpetuating a cycle created by his father? Bouche thought letting Michiru and Shouma be happy would put them in danger, but rather than gathering his resolve to protect them with everything he had - or send them far away - or at the very least shut down the very company profiting off the deaths of humans - he isolated them and treated them horribly. In a similar vein, Shouma tried to isolate himself from humans; initially because he saw himself as a monster (which ties into his poor self-image), then because his presence made humans prime Dark Snack ingredients. However, how effective is that strategy when Shouma's left lonely and with no way of really moving forward from the past, while the people he made new connections with are left wondering if they did something wrong, and possibly develop misconceptions about him? It's ultimately a useless course of action, and if anything continues to pin the blame on Shouma and other targeted humans when the fault truly lies with a family relying on the happiness of the 'weak' to assert their superiority

[akystaracer22]

So I kept seeing designs of Sinner!Adam around and most of them kind of reminded me a little too much of Mammon so I took my own crack at it focusing more on his human appearance.

And I’m not sorry about the results

Design notes and Adam without eyeshadow under the cut!

Design notes:

His left wing is ruined as a way to keep him in hell. Unlike most fallen angels I feel like Adam would actively try and just fly back to heaven, this stops that

The single ruined wing is also a fuck you to Adam. He can’t fly but he still has wings, even gliding would be problematic because of a lack of balance. It’d something he’d quickly grow to hate

The actual coloration of the wings is inspired by fire, since fire has an association with Rock and Roll. Furthermore this follows one of the kind of inspirations: Icarus. The boy who flew for the heavens only to burn and fall. The embers and orange on the topside reflect this as does the underside of the wings. So does the jacket.

With his eyes, I initially just did the normal yellow and black, looked at it, decided he looked too much like a homesick character, and gave him his light yellow iris as a nod to him being a fallen angel. The red fuzz around them is the sinner bit.

His horns come from his mask, but I muddied up the gold part as a way of saying “they’re real this time” the base was uh… kind of maybe inspired by Karlach horns? Don’t judge me.

His face looks incredibly similar to his winner one for a reason! He never took his mask off, even in heaven. It’s something that bugged me so I decided that’d be the main thing he hates, his face is exposed. He probably has some insecurity around his looks (losing both wives to the same man will do that to you) so he’s no longer allowed to hide behind a mask.

The rocks on his cheeks also help with this, he can’t really get a mask made for him because they get in the way, same as the horns.

The sharp teeth are a tie in to Lucifer actually! They both get to have shark teeth

He gets to keep his punk rock jacket, as a treat.

Here’s him without eyeshadow/makeup:

[readdeadreader]

rip Molly O'Shea I just know that listening to Femininomenon would've saved your whole life

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Cal and Bode don't fight on Jedah, instead Cal returns to Cere's base just in time to intervene in her fight with Darth Vader. They're able to escape, then together they track Bode to Nova Garon. With Cere's help, an agreement is reached. Can Bode be redeemed? In the meantime, Darth Vader amps up his search for Cal and Cere, and Obi-Wan receives a message and leaves Tatooine for a second time. A fan comic.

Planning on making this somewhere around 80-100 pages, give or take. I've got the first 60 pages written and roughly sketched out, but it'll still be slow going.

[chiconisroc]

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This is part 2 of a part 3 comic that is based off my "Hope In Hell" fanfiction, an Adam Hazbin Hotel fanfiction : ) It's a commission drawn by the amazing @levshany . Thank you so much Lev for putting so much amazingness into this comic <3

So yeah, Peeps can see Sera ain't happy with what Valentino did and 'erases' him in a way, well, turns him into dust hahaha

[the-owl-tree]

for battle cat requests - sandstorm?

gave her them sighthound pantaloons

[artificial-absinthe]

I wanna be your dog

So messed up, I want you here

In my room, I want you near

Now we're gonna be face-to-face

And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

Now I wanna be your dog

now I wanna be your dog

now I wanna be your dog.

Well, come on!

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sands.

And now I wanna be your dog.

Well, come on!

Cover by Exedra

(Original by The Stooges)

Video lapse with song:

From my Megasound playlist.

YouTube

Super resolution.

The song: