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zegalba · 3 days
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ESP: Japanese Illuminated Angel Guitar (1993)
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photophoros · 15 hours
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Sinner
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kaleidoru · 21 hours
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welcome to The Sam Variety Hour or something
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liam-summers · 2 days
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4.03 The Harsh Light of Day ⥋ 1.03 In the Dark
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ultrainfinitepit · 5 hours
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Astrological Putti - putti (cherubim) for astrological constellations.
I'm planning to turn these into pins, many of them have already been made! And I'll be polishing them up in the future to make into stickers, a print, and maybe keychains too.
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 10 hours
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Third Time's the Charm?: Chaggie
Vaggie: (bringing Charlie on a romantic walk through the Morningstar gardens) Hey, Charlie, there's something I've been meaning to say....
Charlie: (phone rings) I'm so sorry, Vaggie. Hold that thought! Dad's calling. (picks up) What's wrong, Dad? ..... He what? ..... With WHO?!?!?! .... I'll be right here! (hangs up) We gotta get back to the hotel, ASAP!!! Tell me later?
Vaggie: Uh... Yeah.....
Charlie: Great! Let's go! (grabs Vaggie's hand and runs while dragging her)
Vaggie: this is fine.......
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Vaggie: (sets up a romantic meal at the hotel just for her and Charlie) Okay, we're at the hotel, so nothing should get in the way this time.
Charlie: Vaggie, this is so sweet! You got all my favorite foods here! What's the occasion?
Vaggie: (shrugs nonchalantly) Can't a girl spoil her beloved without a reason? (swallows) But... I do have a reason, I guess. You caught me. I wanted to say something.... kind of important.
Charlie: (raises an eyebrow and balks) Are you breaking up with me?!
Vaggie: What? NO!!! No! Nononononono... Exact opposite. I want to stay with you forever, babe.
Charlie: (sighs) Whew! Good, because I want to stay with you too~
Vaggie: (smiles and starts pulling the ring out of her pocket) Charlie, I-
Explosion erupts through the door leading to the kitchen as a gruel monster growls deep within.
Angel: HUSK!!! I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULD COOK!!!
Husk: I haven't cooked in decades! Why the fuck would you think I could cook!?!??!
Charlie: Holy shit! (runs over to the kitchen and grabs a fire extinguisher)
Vaggie: (listens to the screaming and sounds of the extinguisher blasting a gelatinous blob monster) ......this is fine.....
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Vaggie: (sitting on the balcony of her and Charlie's room and staring at a fireworks display she asked Lucifer to put together for her)
Charlie: (staring starstruck at the fireworks) Wow! This is beautiful, Vaggie!
Vaggie: (rests her chin in her hand as she stares at Charlie) Yeah... beautiful....
Charlie: (notices Vaggie staring and blushes) What? Is there something on my face?
Vaggie: Just your gorgeous blush, babe~
Charlie: (giggles all flustered) Vaggie, stop! What's got you lying on the charm so thick all of a sudden?
Vaggie: You deserved to be charmed every day of your life, babe. I love you, and I want to be able to do that for you. (grabs the ring in her pocket) So, Ms. Charlotte Morningstar. (sees Charlie wrinkle her brow and snickers) Charlie... will you-
Niffty: (out on the veranda, jumps onto one of the firework rockets and blasts into the air) AAAAHHHHHHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
Lucifer: Oh, quackers!!! Let go of the rocket, kid! I'll catch you!
Angel: Nah, let her be! She likes the pain!
Charlie: OH, MY GOD!!! NIFFTY-
Vaggie: (finally snaps) No! No more interruptions! You! (points to Charlie)
Charlie: M-Me?
Vaggie: Wedding! You and me! Holy matrimony and all that shit! Marry me! (pauses as she groans and holds up the ring) Charlie, will you marry me?
Charlie: YES!!!
Hazbins: FUCKING FINALLY!!!
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imsmokki · 2 days
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blistexenthusiast · 2 days
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19th century cherub wax seals
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mysticlustre · 2 days
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antique cherubine with doves heart locket
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ptieuca · 2 days
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better hurry before someone figures out what we're doing. what are we doing? training. and almost kissing.
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v-pavlyk · 2 days
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The angels themselves know the shape of your lips, I've prayed for your kiss so often.
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anisangeldust · 2 days
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Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆
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Summary: feelings are hard.
Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.
A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀
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Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.
So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.
It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.
At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.
Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.
So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.
Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.
“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.
“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.
The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.
Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.
“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.
“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.
Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?
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kociamieta · 14 hours
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doodles from my pretend streaming session today : )
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mewcharm · 9 hours
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flowers oc belongs to @buddingblossom !
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rius-cave · 2 days
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I had to say this
I LOVED THE TATTOOS YOH GAVE TO THEM
Thank you!! I really couldn't go without incorporating some tattoos, hmm?
You guys know that whole theory/design detail that demons who sold their souls acquire a trait from the person that owns them? I thought tattoos would be a good way of meshing that with the prison setting :) so now Husk and Angel have tattoos that represent Alastor and Valentino respectively.
That, and they also have a couple others for their own personal preference (Angel also has a set of wings in his lower back because of course he does lmfao). They might have a couple others that aren't visible from this angel/with their clothes and stuff.
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Kinito the eighth angel
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