#they are also based on jellyfish

[drivebypainter]

“Hello? Hello! Is anyone there?” … “Oh.”

[cherubchoirs]

Michael, the Ruined Prince

Michael, having used all of his power to seek out God, had failed as the Prince of Heaven. He had abandoned his people, absent for centuries on a fruitless search filled with unheard, increasingly desperate prayers and an unrelenting, bone-deep exhaustion that is now permanent. His grief grew day by day, and an angel in isolation begins to wither, to warp – they must be with one another lest they twist into their extremes, retreating into their divine purpose until it becomes self-destructive parody. And Michael had already been scarred long ago by his role in banishing Lucifer, by God’s own ever-mounting wrath that ate away at the mercy he was meant to feel alongside it. Michael had already been insular, something had already pulled at the seams of his soul, and now centuries of failure consume him. He would return to Heaven with nothing for his people. Nothing for the siblings he swore to protect.

So his final thought in a deeply troubled mind urged him to try one last time. That if he could not find God, then he must bring God to himself. He must sin, he must beg for punishment, and then God will come to deliver it onto him. Just as He once did to Lucifer. It disgusted him, to think he had to debase himself to be as the sinners he held nothing but vile contempt for ever since he couldn’t cope with the guilt of the first fallen angels. But his prayers have failed, his days of weeping have failed, he moved Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to come up with empty hands. Less than that. Not even a feeling. So Michael, even as a Cherub who could not, did everything he could to replicate his memories of when he had witnessed God Himself tear the light from His angels. Michael had seen it every time, it was he that had to bind any fallen angel that survived it to their place in Hell. He knew, implicitly, what the ritual was even if God seemed to enact it in one beautiful, elegant motion. And he did just that. Imperfect pantomiming, flawed execution, but the same ritual as best as Michael could copy it. All to himself.

But only God and the high Seraphim can sever an angel from their light.

His soul was rent from his body. His light was torn to shreds by his inexperienced hands. The agony that it screeched resounded all the way back to Heaven in unintelligible, muted whispers of nauseous grief no one could understand. Michael felt himself die, but it was incomplete. He was left in a corpse, a body destroyed and succumbing to all it meant but with him still inside of it. God did not come, and Michael was trapped a ruined body, bereft of a soul, of his light, giving way to rot and deterioration yet fully functional. He could do nothing but take this as a sign from God, one that he will not be punished no matter his crime for being such a loyal servant. Even as his body falls apart, as plants begin to burst from his remains, he believes himself to be blessed – see how he grows God’s garden. See how his crown remains pristine. He adorns his exposed bones with gems and finery, ostensibly as thanks to God for keeping him alive, keeping him sinless when he had so despised his impending fall from grace. But. Michael is, in the back of his mind, highly aware of what he’s become. He knows he is rotting, he knows he is in a dead body, he knows, somewhere, God had nothing to do with it. It was just a mistake, it was just his own foolishness with catastrophic consequence. He is more noxious than a fallen angel now, a botch job shambling numbly back to Heaven when he feels the death of Gabriel.

Upon his return, he largely attempts to hide the rot of his body, at least from the citizenry – he cannot hide it from Raphael or Uriel, nor does he try. To Michael, it proves his devotion, it shows God’s still present love for him, and it is a testimony to how he cannot fall, that he can never lose his place in Heaven. Raphael begs for him to be healed, Uriel pleads reason to him, but neither had ever been as strong as Michael and ultimately, he is their leader. No matter the state he returns in, he is the Prince of the Archangels and truthfully...they both fear him now. He is not the Michael they loved, not the one that had been quiet and stoic yet still loving in return. The Michael that would have done anything for them, that never wanted to lose another like he lost Lucifer. He commands them now to join him in binding Gabriel, his tangible grief the only thing that seems to be left of who he had once been.

Internally, Michael sees their fear, he feels the crushing guilt of Gabriel’s fall, he is violently ill with one true look at himself. He had gone wrong a long, long time ago, when he lost Lucifer, and now all of that was being made manifest, but he can’t face it. As flesh falls away, he covers it more and more with jewels as if that could hide the decay he can feel spreading night and day, the only thing he feels now. He must retreat into his purpose, he must not allow such devastating failure to be his legacy. So he turns on Gabriel. Gabriel, whose light had been severed. Who walks freely in an abandoned Hell. Who still has a living, breathing body. Michael’s vitriol toward the damned hones in on Gabriel, consumed with being sure he is left nailed to the lowest pit in Hell for his treachery. All the love he once had turns to hatred and in it, the other three can see that Michael has been left shattered, that nothing in him truly believes God made him this way. God’s most loyal, left to rot.

Additional information:

Michael now always exudes the Odor of Sanctity, but there is a distinct undertone of mold to it

The opalescent webbing that runs through his body is the angelic brain - normally it is iridescent and transparent with a strange glow, but Michael's is opaque and dull

Michael now prefers walking, something noted as unusual when he returned to Heaven, but it's simply due to the fact that his body has been left entirely numb and so it's difficult to maneuver in the air properly

He is very protective of his crown and dragon-skin bag, as they seem to be the only things left uncorrupted on him

[yinmeowjii]

kinito scribbles on da whiteboard since it's been my lately go to program for drawing nonsense 💫

[beanbeanbee]

Them gold bazookas, eh? (+ random doodles)

[momoslilpeets]

I saw a styling tiktok by Annalyse🧚🏼‍♀️, that reminded me a bit of a Sea Angel and got me thinking about a suit inspored by them. And then the SN discord openned an outfit design event, which tipped the scales and got me motivated to actually draw it up.

So here's my SN fan suit: ~Angel of the Deep~

I decided to make it a skirt and top for versatility in styling, but also cause I'm tired of so many SSR and UR suits being dresses, when they'd be cool skirt/top combos. I also think it'd be cool to see some corset or decorative acrylic bodice pieces added to the body section; it could really give us a lot of opportunities for styling dresses and tops in new ways.

Reference/Inspo photos I used under the cut

[jellyfishvibes]

Getting hella frustrated about zelda wikis and how limited each are but not insane enough to join the wiki team to add all the shit their missing

[navree]

haven't watched it, have no intention of watching it tbf, but apparently rhaenyra goes around wondering "why are they blaming ME for b&c" for a bit and i'm sorry i don't have a nicer way of phrasing this, but is she stupid??????

[donuts4evry1]

After reading through Dungeon meshi and reading + watching content about Kui’s character design, I realized something (as I’m sure many other artists did):

My own character designs, while interesting enough, didn’t really properly reflect the character. And in my case, they didn’t really properly reflect animals I was basing them off of.

For body types, the only thing that separated my characters was height. Legs and arms stayed the same, stomach and cleavage were relatively flat. My style is mostly simple, but if I truly want to do the jellies justice and give them good gijinkas, I need to do more. (I could also work on my facial features, but I still haven’t grown out of the button nose yet. Haha. For the record, though, I do have somewhat varied eye shapes and styles thanks to Mairuma-kun. Yay!)

If you see me retroactively redesigning characters to reflect this… oops. I’m realizing it might’ve been a bit of a mistake for me to post about all my characters so early in development (especially when I had no Idea what I was doing), but I guess it’s not a bad thing to document the design process.

[slightlytoastedbagel]

Ok a collection of GCSE art stuff from the last year and a bit (mostly homework but also my koi fish silk paint is there in photocopy form)

[citrus-soda]

Redesign of Natsumi's sea princess outfit from the second movie.

[sketchyallstar]

I was unsure about posting these for the longest time, I wasn’t exactly happy with how they turned out but I love small aspects of these sketches. These are some witch characters I made and now I’m working on a story with them in it. I need to keep drawing them till I’m satisfied with an illustration and I want to finalize it, this was just experimenting with certain ideas I hadn’t been able to visualize properly before now.

[suna1suna1]

Day 6 of Mermay "Mushroom"

Inspired by this color palette posted by @color-palettes

My Mushroom Minions

[meringuejellyfish]

showing my brother various jellyfish and he either goes EWWWWW DISGUSTING/SCARY or AWWWWWWW THAT JELLYFEESH IS SOO CUTE

[radioactivecatboy]

1, 3, 10 ask for Allen and Mariana

i love that you asked for them together. do NOT separate 🙅‍♀️

1) are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

mariana: mariana is associated w gold, and mostly wears cool colors, but blues especially, and of course neutral colors to complement

allen: allen is associated w red in my brain tbh. he wears flashy colors, saturated and eye catching. but it can't clash. it always looks good

2) weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

mariana: hmmm. i know that before she goes to [name pending] she was good at darts so she'd probably need to learn and adjust but would a decent hand at throwing weapons like knives n shit. she'll also fight with whatever is handy, if it's in reach and looks like it could hurt with little or no modification, it's in her hands babeyyy. i just know she'd go wild for a blunt edge weapon she can beat her opponent over the head repeatedly with

allen: dual swords, i think. idk if that's smth that works in real life but i Don't Care this is a pirate fantasy world and i'm god 😌 (actually. kas if u see this pls pm me if dual wielding is a real historical thing). he also has a flintlock, bc i think they fuck hard

10) if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

mariana: she does wear jewelry but only like, subtle tasteful stuff, like small stud or hoop earrings and thin chain necklaces. she wears silver primarily even tho she has gold eyes. honestly it's a kinda sulky thing for her, she's not gonna wear gold JUST cause it'd match her eyes. a normal and average response. i love her

allen: gold all the way babeyyyy. and this man wears so much jewelry it's unreal. three lobe piercings on both ears, an industrial (again, historical accuracy isn't the goal) on the left ear, tongue piercing, nipple piercings, snake bites, and left nostral piercing. he always wears the flashiest earrings he can find, i just know you'd be able to spot him a mile away with all the flash

oc asks

[noonbeam17]

yeah i have a toyhouse account. and i have a myo now of a closed species. yeah im cringe

heres the link to the closed species thing, you can still get a slot !!!!! :3 gotta have a th account though </3

[jellyfishvibes]

In todays episode of desperately trying not to do more hair, i have made many orbs

Yes i did put them in rainbow order for my own amusement