#the day the angels fell

[charamuscadmango]

Day 5 Angel

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

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" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[theratisbackanditsinyourkitchen]

“I will fall in love with you” edit trend of angel and David, Angel singing to David as it goes through all his character development.

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #26

27/10/2024

[moeblob]

idk if it's a fun fact or not but! Right's favorite color is green. He never wears green but it's his favorite color. then I've been working on silly emotes for my OCs and they're "disappointeddad" and "tryme".

(Also there is an AU where these two are knights along with Paul and Evelyn while Brent/Caspian/Atticus are princes. Chris is basically Caspian's personal guard while Right just runs around trying to do everything to stay busy even when not on duty which stresses Chris out. But since he's kinda busy with the crown prince it defaults to Paul having to babysit Right.)

[the-ineffable-dance]

This week has been A LOT. Absolute piffle, to be honest.

So to smooth the rough bits over, here is a compilation of the most beautiful smile in the whole world...

And here is a bonus genuine smile from Crowley, because I can!

I feel better already!

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[mycryptidisqueererthanyours]

[Redacted] Hanahaki AU

Hunched over the sink, [Redacted’s] body trembled as familiar pain blazed through him, before being overwhelmed by familiar nausea. Familiar tears streamed down his face, as he ducked his head and retched. He seized and writhed as he threw up, vomit and blood pooling in the sink, clinging to skin in a way that made him want to claw it off. 

‘Angel,’ he croaked, voice reverent almost as if he were in prayer. But they couldn’t hear him here. And, even if they could, what could they do? Hold his hair back? ‘They could love me. They could love me like I love them,’ he whispered to the empty room, with its cold, empty countertops.

After being sick a few more times and finally being reasonably certain that he wasn’t going to be again, they peered into the basin below. Although he already knew what to expect, his doctors always advised him to confirm before doing anything else. Sure enough, hidden amongst his filth, stained white petals shone through. 

Despite their beauty, what they symbolised or - rather - who, he couldn’t help but breathe out a pained swear. Almost entire Brugmansia Arborea or angel’s trumpet blooms were coagulated in the sink, baptised in ugly shades of browns and reds. He had tainted them, as he always did. 

He reached up to open the mirrored medicine cabinet but his reflection gave him pause. God, he looked like shit, covered in assorted bodily fluids, eyes haggard and hair ill-kept. He needed a shower, badly. He tranced a hand over the scar on his chest, like it could in any way quell the lingering pain. It never did. 

Especially with how fully formed the flowers were, they might have to crack open his ribs and clear out his lungs again within the year and he’d barely recovered from the previous round of surgery. 

[Redacted] knew how unusually severe their case was. How - no matter how many times they operated on him - they just couldn’t fully eradicate the roots that were so deeply enshrined in his flesh, how it only ever seemed to progress faster each time, how their beautiful petals secreted sweet poison but he would sooner die than give up on his Angel.

His Angel would reciprocate in time. He’d make sure of it.

They opened the cabinet and grabbed a new needle. He checked the packaging for the dosage of physostigmine, as he always did in case it had magically changed in his sleep (it hadn’t), before peeling the needle open and filling it. Finally, with ill-deserved tenderness, he lined the needle up with his arm and gritted his teeth. 

This part always hurt. 

@14dayswithyou because I think I saw somewhere where they said they like being @ ed but I can remove it if that’s what they’d prefer

[catherine-sketches]

Me: God I love Valentino’s design but he is such a pice of shit

My brain: don’t worry we have Good Valentino at home

The Good Valentino at home:

So I gave Valentino a nice twin! Meet Fabio everyone!!!

In hell because he did the straightest thing you can do: kill a man (several men actually), Fabio is also involved in the sex work industry but in the “small brothel that has medical insurance and strict consent rules where he keeps all of his workers hidden from the exterminations and Valentino and his bullshit”

He meets the Hazbin gang after the battle with the angels when the writing on the wall tells him the Val and his weird stalker tv boyfriend and their lesbian mean friend will start a power grab and turf war and he feels that his small safe brothel will not remain as such for long. So off to the hotel he goes with his 20 or so girls, guys and non-binary pals.

Angel nearly has a heart attack when he sees him at the door for obvious reasons

[pretendthisisaname]

Sure hope this isn't some kind of foreshadowing

[greendayauthority]

Song messages in the deluxe version of the ¡Uno! book

Nuclear Family

'Pick a summer... and summer... take a peek at the salt water and who gives a fuck... ya know? That's where this begins'

Stay the Night

'Haven't felt an impulse like this in eons. I guess that heart burn never goes away... just a bit caged'

Carpe Diem

'"Too young to die?" Well I say "aren't all too young to die?" Does the future have enough time to live in the moment?

Let Yourself Go

'How much can I pay you not to finish your story? You keep telling the same story over & over & over & over & over & over & over punch me in the fucking face!'

Kill the DJ

'Ah yes, which leads us to this 4 on the floor. Sometimes I could drink my way through this era. Take pills & fuck the noise away. And dance in the ashes of nonsense.'

Fell For You

'Wet dreams for the middle-fuck crisis. Keep your heart in a box with a lock on it for god's sake!'

Billie Joe also said something similar on the closing night of American Idiot on Broadway: 'Keep your fucking heart young, goddammit. Keep it fucking all comfy all the time. Don’t fucking stop, there’s a reason why that hand is holding the heart. It just keeps squeeze that motherfucker till it still bleeds every goddamn day.'

Loss of Control

'Look how far we've come.'

Troublemaker

'✓ Beach ✓ Douchebags ✓ Sluts ✓ Bars ✓ Tattoo shops. How convenient!'

Angel Blue

'It's better to just rip the band-aid off'

'Baby has barely started!'

Sweet 16

'I remember you drinking Olde English driving all the way out. Sunbathing at Pinole Shores. My Minnesota Girl. Always.'

Rusty James

'I read your book... it was a piece of shit. You traded that spiked belt in for a killer job at Pete's Coffee. Way to go! By the way, I've always wanted to smash your fucking teeth in. 🖤'

Oh Love

'Love like a good horror film.' / 'The tattoo wore off. More like "Oh well." I talked myself out of you. Even though I was never considered. Tension.'

[sangitakoos]

Ineffable May - Day 3

Bookshop

I love the image and will flesh it out at some point, but for now I'll leave it at that. The illustration was very tiring, but it was worth it.I love Crowley in the background.

[eliraillustre]

"It starts, as it will end, with a garden"

Here's how it looks like at night 🥰

[thechurchofsplatterdaysaints]

[yellowocaballero]

so claude is byleth and byleth is claude. what a fun and weird ending!

Thank you for the message! A lot of the fic is about how Khalid is a unique person in his environment, a perpetual outsider, and his struggles to carve out a place to belong. I think both he and Byleth begin their stories as people who are very different, unable to be fully understood by others, but where Byleth is always reaching out a hand in an attempt to understand, Khalid (and Yuri) locked themselves down tight and tried to hide. Hiding's safer, but it's lonelier, and once you are shown warmth the cold becomes intolerable. You start to chase that feeling, that person, and you find yourself opening up your walls and pursuing belonging. It's definitely much scarier and a little humiliating, but confronting that fear is a major part of growing up.

Khalid grew up a lot over the course of the story, and that growth was motivated by wanting to become more like Byleth - and more like Hilda, Yuri, and Dimitri. Separating yourself from others keeps you intact and perfect, but it bars all possibility of change. Relationships with others invariably change us, and some people - no matter how briefly they were in our lives - leave the largest of impacts. A good teacher especially.

The second act of the story is just really sad, because it's about a bunch of impressionable and lonely kids struggling to accept death. Byleth dies in this story, and although I wanted a hopeful ending it would always have to be hope despite that death. The person Khalid loved is gone, but somebody who needs him is still here, and because of the person who is gone he can become the person who is needed. It doesn't bring her back, but it's what moves him forward.

Some of my favorite fictional depictions of love identify it as giving all of yourself to somebody, who gives you all of themselves in return, and in doing so you both gain something more than the sum of your parts. I think it's how two lonely characters like Khalid and Byleth finally find understanding and acceptance. And it's not a kind of love that dies when once person dies. It grows you, whether or not the other person is still here.

Um. When somebody in my life leaves or dies, I pretty much start pretending that they don't exist and have never existed. I avoid thinking or talking about them, looking at anything that reminds me of them, completely. It's like I draw out a nuclear waste zone in my mind, and I place the person as far away as I can. I'm jealous of Claude. I would like to see the world as somebody who was changed irrevocably by somebody who's no longer here - to feel comfortable with that fact, and honored by it, through becoming the person who changes others as you were changed.

In a stupid metaphorical sense, Byleth has passed the game to Khalid and asked him to become a player - an active participant in his own life, somebody who seizes his moment. Byleth is, of course, the avatar: they are you. The player is Byleth. So when Khalid becomes the player, that means that he's becoming Byleth too. That's the role of a teacher, and a player.

Very grateful to everybody who read & enjoyed that very weird and niche story. Thanks for the ask!

[rabbithub]

"Years ago, during that fire, I really thought I lost you; I didn't get to say goodbye, you know? Now I really feel fucking stupid not realizing you were alive all along, let alone right in front of me right now..."

Learning your childhood friend you thought was dead only to learn a few days ago is actually alive and rescued you minutes after falling is a lot to take in, understandably.

Have this angsty little piece I drew on break from a double shift today. Also, it's been greyish where I am and that inspired me. Hopefully y'all out there are having sunnier days out there.