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starrspice · 1 year
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Uh, I think you broke him
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Okay there be two post cause one was more recent then the other. Have at thee cherub fan art. Forgive the extremely late valentines art. The art was for valentines day
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These special beans belong to @starrspice
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paper-lilypie · 1 year
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“Never scare me like that again.”
(@starrspice count your days)
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darkwingswarrior · 1 year
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Cherub AU is living rent FREE right now... ( @starrspice ‘s AU ) 
I had so much fun with these colors! so soft and pretty to work with!! But mmmmmmmmmmmm Big fluffy wings... so soft and warm looking. These designs are just so fun I’m enjoying then so much!
might shade this might not.... Still up on the air if I want to bog it up with shading...
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crazycatkatetrap · 1 year
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Now I know someone has probably done this already, but I couldn't help but draw some of my favorite Eclipses🥰🎉🥳!!!!!!!! (I drew them all in my style, so apologies for that in advance; trying to mimic others art styles is a bit difficult for me😅)
Without further a due, I tried🙃!!!!
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First off in the top left-hand corner, we have @certified-handler's handsome devil from her AU, Dealer's Choice♠️♥️♣️♦️(I'm looking respectfully . . . . . I-I promise🥴 Dude, the way you designed him is just so crisp, it's flawless👌✨)
@starrspice's babe from their Cherub AU (so pure, and yet, so sassy as well😏😇 Can't wait to see them boss Sun, Moon, and Y/N around a lot more🤣)
My pharaoh from my Long Live The King AU🥰 (I like how I made him rough around the edges, but a total softy to Y/N and KT😏 Personally, he was the hardest to draw out of all of them since his rays are long af😮‍💨)
Racer Eclipse from @castercassette's badass Racer AU (No words can describe how talented and marvelous their work is, check them out or else🤠!!!!!!!)
@webzebs version of Eclipse (not sure if he has an AU planned, but if he does, yyeeeeeeeeesssssssss😍)
@sol-s-hine's cutie pie☺️(he's like a waffle mixed with a soft, but burnt marshmallow, I love his design so much, she did an excellent job with him🥰)
@sinnabee's piece of shit magician🤣(their words, not mine!! I'm personally fond of him in an . . . Odd manner, being mainly that his design is perfect🥺)
And lastly, but certainly not least, we've got the most badass Siren AU my piss-poor eyes have ever gazed upon, created by @bitter-beanz is Vampire Squid-Dragonfish hybrid Eclipse🌊 (I'm not one usually for sirens and such, but holy hell does his art make my heart skip several beats😍 And the designs are so breathtaking, it makes me want to see more of them🥺)
(There was supposed to be another version of Eclipse in the upper right-hand corner, but the guy deleted his account and I never got the chance to save the reference pic)
Hope y'all like this, and I hope every one of you beautiful and creative people have a very merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, a wonderful Kwanzaa, and for my badass atheist friendos out there, I'd still like to wish y'all happy holidays🎉🥳🎄🎅🦌⛄🎄🎅🦌⛄🎄🎅🦌⛄!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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c0smiccl0wn · 1 year
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just realized that i haven’t drawn eclipse from @starrspice’s cherub au. so i did.
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
I tried drawing @starrspices cherub!eclipse for valentines! (Technically he’s the cherub of family love but ignore that….) I got lazy drawing his second pair of arms-
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sweetsbfreex · 1 year
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only to be with you
summary: Netyam has been training with his father incessantly. He just needs this one moment to be with you, and only you. 
pairing: neteyam x gf!omaticaya! reader
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•
You’re in the midst of cutting up dried fruit when you feel it: Two hands gripping your waist, and without a thought the knife in your hand presses against the throat of whoever’s behind. 
“Neteyam, you skxawng! I could’ve hurt you!” You drop the knife quickly, softly slapping the side of his head with the other. 
“It’d be the best way for me to go out, no?” He chuckles, taking the knife from your clutch, throwing it behind you with a smug smile on his face, as he gathers your now empty hand in his. 
“Don’t do that again.”
“I promise I won’t,” he rolls his eyes, that stupid smile still on his face while making a show of crossing his fingers behind his back. 
His free hand feathers down your arm, “What are you doing back? I wasn’t expecting you for two more days.” 
Neteyam has been off training with his father and brother. Not only was his father your clan’s Olo'eyktan, but Neteyam would be next in line as the eldest son. So taking these training sessions seriously was crucial to his future. 
“We finished early, but we go back out tomorrow. I needed to see you.” 
You smile at his endearment. 
“Let’s go, I want to go to Utral Aymokriyä,” he tells you suddenly.
“Right now?! It’s nearly eclipse,” but he drags you out in the absence of concern. 
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“Ma ‘Teyam! The sun has already set. Your father will kill us— you if he determines we are out here.”
“You worry too much, yawne (beloved).” 
“You are not worrying enough,” you huff, as he slows both of you to a stop, once you have reached your destination. 
The Tree of Voices is a magnificent sight, but at night, you marvel at how Eywa could have created something so beautiful. Watching as the willow tree glows its breathtaking purple hue. Surrounded by glowing green cherubs. Against Neteyam, his green eyes glimmer softly, as does his skin. 
He sits on his familiar spot, resting against a rock facing Utral Aymokriyä. He tugs you down with him, placing you against his toned chest. A teasing smirk on his face as he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. 
“You have training tomorrow with your father. I don’t want to be the reason—“
Neteyam can’t help but grow irritated (in a loving way, of course) at your worrisome ways. He hasn’t seen you in a week, since training with his father and younger brother becomes more frequent and tiresome. He just needed this moment to relax, and who better to do it with than his yawne.
He cups your jaw gently, silencing you in the moment, tilting your face to him. “I have not seen you in what feels like forever. Let yourself be the reason I am happy and easy. Hm?”
You smile shyly at his admission. Letting yourself relax in the arms of Neteyam entirely. 
“I have missed you.” He murmurs, the pads of his thumbs running over the apples of your cheek. 
“So have I. More than you know.” You reply, placing a hand behind his neck. Watching as his eyes become heavy lidded, inching his face— more so his lips— towards you. 
In a blink, Neteyam wraps another arm around your trim waist, pulling you even closer. And his lips latch on top of yours in a rush. 
“Neteyam,” you gasp, your hand squeezes his arm as he trails kisses down the side of your neck. 
“Y/n,” he groans against your pulse point before he fastens your lips with his, cupping the back of your head. 
It’s scandalous and a little degenerate to do what you do at such a sacred site. Neteyams kisses only grow fervent at the sounds you emit. The way you grip his arm or allow your tongue clash with his, just as he’s taught you. 
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Neteyam laughs at your joke, his lips never far from your temple. Your hands swim together in the air gently. 
“How are singing lessons?” He asks, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. 
Inwardly, you shudder at his affection. But the way the tips of your ears flicker gives you away. 
“It is alright. My mother believes I will be just as good as her one day, maybe even better when I master my breathing.” 
Your mother, Ninat. 
“You will be. You are.” Your Neteyam assures you with conviction, his fingers dropping yours to grasp your chin. 
“Thank you, ma Nateyam.” 
You kiss his swollen lips, cupping his face in your palms. Lost in anything and everything him.
Yet, the sound of a clearing throat causes the two of you to jump away. Your hands drop from Neteyam’s face. Your fingers covering your lips as if it could hide what the two of you had been doing, at the sight of your clan’s Olo'eyktan: Jake Sully. 
Lo’ak stands at his father's side. A guilty look on his face. He had no choice but to snitch. His father was a convincing man. 
“Dad—“
“Neteyam. You should’ve been home by eclipse, what are you doing out here— never mind, don’t answer that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “We have training tomorrow morning, did you forget?” 
Neteyam rises to his feet, lending a hand to you. 
“I didn’t forget. It is my fault. I— I lost track of time.” 
Your stomach stirs at the sight of an intimidating Jake Sully. Your tail tucked low and ears pinned back. 
Jake sighs in reply. “Lo’ak, See to it Y/n gets home safely, and make your way back home quickly. Understood?” 
“Yes, sir.”
You look up at Neteyam in question, but when he squeezes your hand and nods softly. You know to follow his father’s orders. 
“Make sure she gets home safe.” Neteyam calls after your retreating figures.
“Yes brother.” Lo’ak replies exasperated as if he didn’t already know it would be his head if anything were to happen to Y/n.
“Goodnight, Y/n.” Jake smiles, bowing his head curtly. 
“Have a goodnight Mr. Sully. Goodnight Neteyam.” You reply, waving as you follow closely behind Lo’ak. 
When the sound of their footsteps is no longer heard, Jake can’t help but let out a short, frustrating sigh.
“What’s going on with you son. I can expect this behavior from your brother, but you? You’ve been slacking.” 
“I’m sorry, dad,” Neteyam can’t help lowering  his head at the disappointment he’s embarked on his father. “I’m trying to learn to balance it all. I barely get to see her.” He raises his head once again. 
Jake sighs again, unsure of what to say. How to fix this without coming off a complete jackass. Anything pertaining to his kids’ romantic lives was usually appointed to their mother. He wasn’t hopeless, but Neytiri was far better off. 
But he knows one thing. With the love he feels for his mate, he’d never want to get in the way of whatever it is between you and his son. 
“We’ll figure out a compromise. How does that sound?” Jake slings an arm around his eldest, letting a hand rest on top of Neteyam’s head. 
“Thank you, dad.” He smiles, throwing an arm around his waist. 
“Let’s head back, your mother is worried sick.” He kisses the top of his head and the two trek home. 
if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback <3
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saradika-graphics · 5 months
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DIVIDERS MASTERLIST
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AESTHETIC - CELESTIAL
— Stars & Space | Sun
— Stars & Space | Moon
— Stars & Space | Planets
— Stars & Space | Purple
— Stars & Space | Beige/Grey
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AESTHETIC - HEARTS
— Black Hearts
— Blue Gradient Hearts
— Hearts
— Heartbeat Dividers
— Green Hearts
— Lilac Hearts
— Pastel Blue Hearts
— Pink to Maroon
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AESTHETIC - OTHER
— 50’s Neon Diner
— 70's Music / Flowers
— 80's Music / Rock
— Academia
— Angel / Cherub
— Arrows
— Art Deco (Blue Version)
— Art Nouveau
— Bakery | Part ii
— Beige Daggers
— Black and Grey
— Black & Red Grunge
— Blue & Yellow Dividers
— Blue & Orange Feathers
— Bunnies (Pastel)
— Butterfly (Yellow)
— Cameras/Photography
— Car/Roadtrip
— Casino / Cards
— Cats
— Celtic
— Clouds
— Citrus
— Coffee / Cigarettes
— Cottagecore / Dark Academia
— Cowboy (part ii) (dark) (space) (christmas)
— Cute Pastel
— Dark Space
— Dog/Puppy
— Dragons | Part ii
— Eclipse
— Fairy Lights
— Fantasy Weapons
— Farm
— Feathers
— Fish
— Forest
— Gems & Pearls
— Genderqueer
— Goblincore
— Maroon & Purple
— Minimalist Neutrals | Minimalist Green
— Music Notes
— Ocean | Part ii | Part iii
— Orange & Green Dividers
— Pale Pink Dividers
— Pancakes / Waffles
— Peaches
— Pink/Coquette (blue & purple)
— Pink & Yellow
— Pirate/Mermaid
— Pizza/Spaghetti
— Purple, Pink & Blue Dividers
— Rain/Storm
— Ravens/Moons/Roses
— Red/Black Scroll Work | Silver/Gold
— Red Riding Hood
— Red & Yellow Dividers
— Rings (Engagement/Christmas)
— Royalty
— Smutty | Pastel
— Stained Glass
— Vampires | Royalty
— Viking
— Vintage Telephone
— Warm Grey Dividers
— Waves / Leaves
— Witchy
— Werewolves
— Windows/Webcore | Part 2
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✨(Everything was made using Canva - so check that app out if you’re looking to make your own! Credit is not required but a reblog would be great if you use! 💕) ✨
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starrspice · 1 year
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Sun doesn't quite like Y/N just yet, so you can imagine how salty he would be if he found out Moon liked Y/N
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mikodrawnnarratives · 11 months
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I experimented with a few ways I don't normally draw Y/N cause it's fun and also stumbled across
BEARDO Y/N IDEAS + regular pretty y/ns
According to what I imagine would fit in line with the y/n's character in universe even though VERY MUCH valid for any y/n to look like anything since it literally is your name but I'm gonna stop talking now cause I'm overthinking this
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@paper-lilypie I think the kids like it whenever they grow it longer but I imagine they usually stay clean shaven or stubble. Not sure what the boys would think of the stubble or a bigger beard, they might like it!
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Still very gorgeous. @naffeclipse @sunnys-aesthetic Vigilante y/n would probably have a scruffy beard, one that looks better if they are able to groom it likely. I think the Detective boys would like it if they actually took care of it lmao. Don't know what Eclipse would think... I have a feeling he wouldn't like any beards. Maybe I'm wrong
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LISTEN
CRYPTID SUN AND MOON WOULD LOVE ANY BEARD THEY (could) HAVE! I think they'd love the scratchiness, even when they kiss. Unpictured is Cryptid Sun and Moon being sweet to Cryptid Hunter y/n and y/n finds it cute
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@starrspice Cherub y/n can never stop being pretty huh? So very VERY pretty
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@bamsara I think of Solar Lunacy beard, and I think only of shenanigans. If SL y/n grew a beard, I can only imagine that most of the time it's more unkept than not (well, if according to their personality in fic).
Sun and Moon would probably make fun of their beard at SOME point
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@madame-mongoose @sycopomp
I mean, maybe they could grow a mustache? Maybe at some point they'll draw some scruff on with permanent marker
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And they are all, always, very pretty. Pretty pretty beautiful handsome beautiful y/n's.
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sfsolstice · 1 month
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at the break of day, she wakes a cherub
having laid her head on a heavens cloud,
pearlescent moonlight her vernal blanket—
such tender ensconce, that lunar drape—
as the full moon eclipsed in the night,
and lovely venus reared her head by
to tell him secret, libran sweet nothings
to whisper softly to his sweet seraph, dreaming.
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dca-prompts · 8 months
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I just found this blog and I adore it. I have a prompt thingy I already sent anonymously to @/fnafdcaconfessions but I’m gonna repeat it here in more detail because it fits more
A crossover between several DCA AUs (like in the UTMV) and the visual novel Your Turn To Die. Basically, YTTD is about 20 people in who get kidnapped and thrown death game (but only 12 survive the First Trial and meet the rest of the cast). If you wanna check it out, it’s free. But please, check the content warnings.
My angst, crossover, and “put-that-guy-in-a-situation” obsessed brain said, “What if that, but them?” So basically imagine if several Suns, Moons, YNs, and Eclipses (both fanon and canon) get kidnapped and thrown into an interdenominational death game. (If you’re a fan of Fangans, think those crossover Fangans but different game scenario.) Maybe each one is from a different AU, or maybe it’s in groups of two or something. The reason as to why they’ve all been taken will obviously differ from YTTD for reasons I will not spoil, but I’m sure there are plenty of AUs that could have a motive for this, or you could make an AU just to act as the people running the game
I’m throwing some out of context spoilers as examples of ideas (but I’m really only saying proper nouns without explaining them so it should technically be spoiler free) along with some completely spoiler free ideas
Maybe during a Main Game Vigilante YN is the Keymaster and Sherif YN is the Sage
Cherub Sun or Moon has the skull emoji card and how they deal with that
RBFR YN doing attractions with some variant of canon/ruin Eclipse or Street Racer YN
Mob Boss Eclipse would either become the biggest thorn in everyone’s side or die very quickly no in between
Solar Lunacy/Suprrbooprr’s/any Sun, Moon or YN from a vanilla/semi/sorta-canon-compliant fic (who’d probably be the pov character) looking at all the other AUs and their anime-plots of a life
Maybe seeing a Sun and Moon who share a body interacting with ones who’ve been separated their whole lives would be interesting. Though, the same body guys would probably be separated to make the game easier and less complicated
that’s all I got rn so uh I hope you enjoyed this mess of words k bye
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lec743 · 1 year
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FNAF Fanfic (Cherub AU)
Alright, nobody here take anything of this story as cannon to @starrspice’s Cherub AU. I’m just a big fan of the concept and I need to get the ideas that I have out of my system. Anyways, this is Y/N meeting Eclipse. Hope y’all enjoy and Starrspice, please don’t actually die. I don’t think I’m the first person that’s written fanfiction for you.
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           You just got off work. You were tired but it wasn’t like one of your bad days’ kind of tired, so you have the energy to do some after work relaxing. Like playing video games, or maybe you’ll watch that one movie you’ve been putting off for a while. It’s dark in your apartment but you know where everything is by heart. You lock your apartment door before you switch the lights on. Then when you turn around you find that you’re in a room made of fluffy clouds. They were colored in rosy pinks, oranges, and reds like you’d see during a sunset and in the middle of the cloud room was a woman sitting at a wooden desk.
           At least, you think you’re seeing a woman. Her image wavered and warped in a way that made her look like she had a head like a setting sun. Or how the moon covers the sun during a solar eclipse. Her rays framed her face like jewelry. She had black sclera that made her yellow irises pop, and she had a soft smile on her face. She had white feathery wings poking out behind her and she was wearing a white turtleneck with a pink jacket, and you could see flowers embroidered on the sleeves.
           You turned back around but your apartment door was missing, all you saw was a wall of clouds. You turned back around when you heard the woman laugh.
           “You’re in a lot of trouble my little friend.”
           You sigh and say out loud, “Man, did I pass out before I could make it to my apartment again!”
           The strange woman called you by your full name, making you snap your attention back to her as she said, “You are perfectly awake,” your eyes widen as a second pair of hands come out of hiding behind the desk as she beckons you towards her with them while her other pair of hands start getting out paperwork from her desk, “We have a lot to discuss.”
           As you walk hesitantly towards her a chair materializes out of the clouds and you sit down in it.
           You leaned towards the woman and asked, “Am I dead?”
           “You’re not dead yet, my friend. You’ve just made a terrible mess and you need to take responsibility for it,” she said with an even smile as she lined up the paperwork in two of her hands and got out a pair of reading glasses with the other pair.
           “What did I do?”
           The woman read over what you did during the month and how it had royally screwed up the work her district does for humanity. How you messed up a breakup that should have happened already, but the couple decided to stay together because of you. How another couple still hasn’t gotten together because of you. You’ve messed up another person’s selflove and there’s a few people’s parental love you’ve damaged as well.
           As the strange woman continued to raddle off what you did that month and the people it affected, you find that most of the people she’s listing are people you know. Most of them you know pretty well and some of them you only know casually. You haven’t interacted with any of these people in months.
           “Hey! Wait! What do you mean, I’m messing up all these people’s lives!? I haven’t spoken with any of them for a month, some of them even longer than that!”
           The strange woman sat her papers down and took off her glasses as she looked at you with an even stare.
           “Well, it seems here, that your absence is the primary cause of all this.”
           You scoffed.
           The strange woman gave you a thin-lipped smile. Then she said, “My name is Eclipse. I’m the Head Cherub of the South-East district. You’ve done a lot of damage with your isolationist attitude. Now you have a choice. You can stay in your little apartment and wither away into nothingness all by yourself, or you can be a temporary Cherub and help us fix this mess.”
           You don’t believe that your absence in anyone’s life could actually affect them, but you do care about them. If they need help, you want to help them, but you also don’t want to be seen by them either.
           “If I become a temporary Cherub, will they need to see me? Will I have to talk with them?”
           Eclipse leaned back into her chair, making her wings splay out farther.
           “That will depend on the situation. Despite your stories of us, Cherubs don’t have arrows that magically make people fall in love or fall out of love at our whims. We are a gentle force that helps guide things along. Maybe you’ll need to talk with people. Maybe you won’t. It’ll depend on what the assignments you are given and what they’ll need.”
           You fiddled with your hands as you stared at your knees and thought about it. You’re sure you can keep yourself hidden if push comes to shove. And heck, considering you didn’t know Cherubs were a reality until this night, you might be given some magic cloaking thing that you’ll be wearing to hide yourself, if you work with them… It will be nice to see everyone again.
           With a sigh you look back up at the Head Cherub and said, “Yah. I’d like to help fix this.”
           With a wide smile and a loud clap Eclipse stood up and said, “Wonderful. Come with me.”
           You were slightly surprised by how tall she was, but you got up and followed her quickly. Granted, you didn’t think there was anywhere to follow, but the clouds bent and moved around her, forming a path that she desired. You two walked down a cloudy tunnel until you came into a room that had several displays of wings.
          Most of them looked like the traditional dove wings that you see Eclipse sporting on her back, but many were wings of other creatures too. Butterfly wings, peacock wings, ladybug wings, parakeet wings and not all of them were displayed for the back. Some looked like they connected to your heels, other’s looked like they were meant to be worn as a skirt or as a shirt, others looked like jewelry.
           You spotted a pair of dove wing earrings in a glass case and for some reason, you were drawn to them. They were simple, but a beautiful pair of dangly earrings that looked like they were made from real feathers, but the feathers were outlined with gold embedded in the feathers that made them shimmer.
           “Ah good,” Eclipse said, making you jump, “You’ve already found your wings. Go on. Try them on.”
           You lift the glass covering, and you take the earrings out of the velvet holding and put them on. Wearing them made you feel lighter and a little bit giddy. They made you feel good to have them on.
           “These wings are your Work I.D. Badge, so to speak. Your new coworkers will know you are one of them with these on, so always keep them on, okay.”
           You nod. You don’t feel like you’d ever want to take them off anyways.
           Eclipse pulled a measuring tape out of her pocket and said, “Now I’ll take your measurements for your work uniform. The uniform is less about looking like a collective and more about representing the type of love you champion. Do you have any ideas?”
           You stood still for Eclipse as she measured you.
           “Uh, can I get back to you on that?”
           “You may,” she finished measuring you, then said, “One last thing,” she pulled a white rose out of her pocket and pinned it to your hair, “This will help you and me contact each other quicker. Like if you’re having a rough day and can’t do a duty immediately, you’ll be able to use this rose to tell me so.”
           “Oh. Good. Okay then.”
           “Welp, that just about settles everything we needed to cover for today. Get plenty of rest tonight my friend, because you’ll be training on the job tomorrow and I know just the two Cherubs who’ll be the perfect teachers for you.”
           You nod uncertainly at the smiling woman. Then the cloud world and the strange woman faded around you and you were back in your apartment. You immediately head to your bathroom and take your medication. Then you stare at yourself in your bathroom mirror. Your eyes dance between your new earrings and the white rose still in your hair.
           “I’m not going to sleep well tonight…”
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crazycatkatetrap · 1 year
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If you've followed me for a while, you know I get these random episodes of art block/burnout. . . . . . . these are one of those times😑 And to believe I was almost done with the sketches too😩
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The tags are a mood, but they're funny as hell🤣 (and if you haven't yet, check out webzebs (his Eclipse literally makes me weak at the knees🥴) and also check out Starrspice's cherub AU, her boys are literally the cutest and she's just so damn creative😍😇🥰✨!!!!!!!!!!!
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passivenovember · 2 years
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Like, in the tattered, white-hot center of himself, he knows it’s like trying to patch a boat once it collides with the side of a mountain when Billy holds on with everything he has. 
And even if Billy’s doing it to save the boats life, the boat is uncaring of the crash and the damage and will hate him, once all is said and done. 
Billy knows it. Has watched it happen, because. Neil tried, with his mom, and that wasn’t exactly a fairy-tale ending, but. Look. 
He falls in love for the first time, for real, with Steve Harrington and that’s it. 
He’s done. Packed up, ready to clean himself of grime and shave his nature down into something soft and pliant. Rounded corners and smooth edges that won’t destroy the velvet lined box of what Steve needs him to be because Billy’s sick with it. 
With love. Happiness and good feelings and content, purer than anything he’s ever washed his hands of, and. 
Look. The minute Billy spots clouds on the horizon, sees the glimmer of lights from a rival civilization called Munson, he thinks it might fall apart. Crumble to dust in his hands and Billy doesn’t know what to do.
Because Steve’s a queer made of yellow daisies and picnic baskets tucked full of good intentions. He shares all the gentle, kind parts himself with whoever needs a home, and it attracts wanderers. Losers. Stray dogs. 
They start feeding Eddie Munson, because he’s lost and hungry and Steve’s an emotional all night buffet and Billy’s sick with fucking. 
Jealousy.
Steve swears up and down that he’s got it all wrong. Munson's in love with Billy and Steve’s just collateral, but. It doesn’t feel that way. Feels like rapture. Like the last swell of music at the end of an opera. Like the end.
So they’re a packaged deal at first. 
Billy hates it, then starts to hate it less when Munson approaches him first and asks Billy to be his. 
Steel toes in the dirt, fiddling with that curly brown mop hat hides his cherub cheeks, “Will you be mine?” Eddie says, and Billy thinks of love songs. Elvis Presly and warnings of charming Devils in Disguise. Blue Hawaii, passion soaked afternoons.
It’s mixed signals, running down his spine like cold water.
Billy doesn’t know how he could ever be anyone’s but Steve’s. Harrington’s got that hold on him. Billy swears up and that Munson sees it, too, but. 
Billy’s not a fool. 
He recognizes the way Steve looks at Eddie. Feels like his sister, watching how Max used to, always going a little cherry-cheeked when she hung around Steve and Billy for too long, swearing he’s in love with you, dumbass.
It hurts, just a little. Like a bee sting. Like the way Neil’s never soaring at Everest with pride for him. 
The way Steve looks at Munson even as he holds Billy’s hand, rubbing soft circles into the scar over his palm, cuts Billy open.
And he knows it’s not something Steve’s doing to hurt him. Steve would never and could never, and there isn’t a thing on God’s green Earth Billy wouldn’t do for Steve, so. 
He’s theirs. Both. 
And Billy’s not confident he’ll ever relax into it, never convincing or fooling anyone who looks close enough, but he’d by lying if the smile that eclipses Munson’s face didn’t light him up like Times Square. 
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