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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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Edgar knew he didn’t have much time. That didn’t matter. 
The air felt like sandpaper and it burned whatever bit of skin was exposed as it rushed over them, but he didn’t care.
Even the ground below was hot and crumpled underfoot, the fires below billowing through cracks like a furnace.
“Father?” the child whimpered, clinging to him in fright. He could hardly blame him. Hell was no place for an innocent.
“I told you, you can call me Edgar,” he said softly.
“Right. Edgar. Are we going home now?” Edgar felt his throat tighten, but he nodded. No need to frighten him with their odds of survival.
“Of course. I’m getting you out of here.”
“And, we’re going out for ice cream cones, right?” Edgar chuckled as he lifted Todd up into his arms. He held him close as his wings blocked the worst of the wind and fire.
“Absolutely. I promised, didn’t I?”
~Excerpt from au in progress “Deliver us from Evil”
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vexture · 4 years
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“..I think you’d benefit from taking an alternative type of medication until your actual ones are refilled.”
Ok! Just a huge TW for the source material, deals heavily with genetic disorders and abuse. This scene is before things get bad-
This is a modern AU fic based on the song Wrath Of God by Crystal Castles, I get a lot of feelings from that song and I don’t really know how to explain it ha.
This fic serves to give a warning? Edgar puts himself in sketchy situations due to being alone and not having a lot of social skills, he ends up with Jimmy. Jimmy has a lot of stuff wrong with him, genetic, and it’s a sort of extension to my mental illnesses. Jimmy sucks in this fic- admittedly like he’s supposed to (I hate putting him with a bunch of negative traits without cause but it’s like that sometimes, y’know?)- just don’t do what Edgar did aa
I haven’t finished it yet, I am almost done though, maybe another few pages to go. 
Also, I’m gonna be doing cosplays of this fic soon, once my prescriptions are in, I broke my other glasses rip-
I will have other fics out soon where Jimmy isn’t as bad, just need to finish those too, I write a bunch of junk all at once and it takes me months to get it sorted lol. Every version of these two that I write for are almost completely different so I hope you all can keep up with me.
(Also! yes I’m aware that Jimmy’s boot buckles are wrong, I only had my left boot while using it as a reference please forgive me I was tired :,>)
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edgarvargasmx-blog · 6 years
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No deseo creer nada que me limite, quiero ser libre para comunicarme con el universo y sus misterios.
EdgarVargas
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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“The point, Edgar, the point I'm making is that it's okay. God exists, God knows you, God has seen you, and God showed you mercy after everything you've done. He doesn't care about the rules humans made about him, or about how they should be to each other. You've been afraid of punishment all your life, and it turns out, God isn't even mad at you. He may never have been” ~Excerpt from Vargas ch.31 by Zarla
I wanted to do some angels. So who better to use for my subjects than the vargas bois, Edgar and Scriabin! @sysig lookit my wiings! XD I swear its coincidental, I been working on these for the last few days.
@zarla-s thank you for all that you do!
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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First kiss. 
Made it before the end of the holiday. Still counts.
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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“I don’t know what to do with that” 
Edgar my boy, none of us do.
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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“Todd asked us once, how long we’d been together. Do you remember?”
“I do. I said that we had been together since the beginning, forever. Always. Why do you ask?”
“What was your first memory of us, that we didn’t make ourselves?”
“It’s nothing exciting, rather mundane really.”
“What was it? Tell me, please?”
Scriabin sighs, but can’t help giving in to the opportunity to tell a story.
“You were at church. Practicing a song you were to sing that Sunday with the choir. Granma was so proud to see you up on the stage in those gaudy robes. I gotta admit, it was one of the few times I ever saw you do anything interesting. You took the whole affair way too seriously of course.”
“And what were you doing?”
“I-well what I always do Edgar. I was watching over you.” 
~(Mine own excerpt of piece in progress, but Scriabin is @zarla-s)
@sysig I hadn’t forgotten the idea, it just took forever. But the stained glass is finally finished. <3
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metamorphmigus · 2 years
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A kiss under the mistletoe is considered good luck~
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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One day Edgar with assert himself. I wish him luck.
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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No Edgar, just no.
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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Saw the original, had a chuckle, made my own. The internet is a wild place.
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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“You forgot to bring the umbrella,” Edgar says, knowing he had called Scriabin to bring him one before making the drive home.
“I didn’t forget anything,” Scriabin replies, an amused expression on his face. “Since when do I do whatever you want?” he added rhetorically. 
Edgar sighed. 
“You could’ve just waited for me to get inside. Now we’re both gonna get wet,” Edgar reasoned. “We can’t afford to get sick.”
“Stop being such an old man. Getting a cold is the last thing you should be worried about.”
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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Edgar will have to choose one day. I have a suspicion who, but the better question is what kind of fallout can we expect from the other?
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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I’d say this is something that Scriabin commissioned, but really. . . is he wrong?
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metamorphmigus · 3 years
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Long hair is beautiful. I doubt Edgar would disagree. 
Scriabin lookin sexy af. On the flipside I can bet that Edgar is freaking out, because he knows Scriabin had to have spent way too much money at the salon. But he can’t bring himself to ask, because. . . damn.
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