Tumgik
#Fallen Angel
dollkisses05 · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Girlhood is wanting to go missing
155 notes · View notes
lostlisbongirl · 20 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
life rocked me like mötley, grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair
122 notes · View notes
09-12sy · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
fallen angel gab. violence layer.
Tumblr media
Eternal King Of Blood. (anger ver)
95 notes · View notes
lesserkey · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Lucerna, the Lady of Light & Famine
An AU of Vassago I’m working on in a friend’s setting! She acts as a being of light who is associated with the sun and the harvest. Famine follows in her shadow, reminding her that no matter where she goes death will always follow as is her curse and fate from being a fallen angel.
87 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
85 notes · View notes
lijzeil · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Distortion⏳️
41 notes · View notes
violetgloom · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
Lucifer😈🍎🪽
45 notes · View notes
Tumblr media
38 notes · View notes
lttledog · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Leather angel bag by Jean Paul Gaultier, 1999.
26 notes · View notes
tiemeworld · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
The king of Hell
27 notes · View notes
f3void · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
26 notes · View notes
lostlisbongirl · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
49 notes · View notes
09-12sy · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
VI still drawing
41 notes · View notes
diamondocean001 · 3 days
Text
Ask and you shall receive
Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer x reader
This one's kinda short
(Idk what this is. I had a small idea and ran with it... now we have this)
Bit fluff.
--------------------------------------------------
Silk sheets lay on the bed beneath you as you read your book, faint music playing in the background.
Lucifer was out.
He got really excited earlier. Something about Charlie inviting him to visit. As much as you wanted to meet the princess, you figured it wad best for some long needed father-daughter time. You'll have other opportunities.
The door to your shared room opened and you glanced up, immediately breathless from the beautiful man before you.
He held his hat in his hand, his blonde hair slightly messy. Lucifer put his hat on the table and took of his suit jacket before approaching the bed. He layed down, instantly planting his head on your lap.
"Hey," He muttered, tiredly.
You chuckled softly, putting your book down and running your fingers through his hair.
"Hi. How was your day?"
He groaned tiredly.
"Fine. Saw Charlie. Made up. Drained my battery."
You chuckled again.
"I see."
The King of Hell may be a stupidly powerful fallen angel, but in your presence he acted like a child sometimes. Not that you complained; he's adorable like that.
You pulled him closer, his head resting on your chest as he let out a satisfied hum. Playing with his soft locks, you hummed a soft tune.
Lucifer wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling further into your body. He listened quietly to your song, fighting off the sleep as he did so.
"You should sleep, baby."
He needed no more to be said before he drifted off.
--------------------------------------------------
You were gone.
Lucifer woke up, expecting to be in your embrace, and you were gone.
He would be panicking of you hadn't left a note saying you were going to make breakfast.
Still, the man's heart can't manage it.
He was also in sleepwear. Did you change him whilst he was asleep?
The door opened to reveal you, looking like you'd only woken up ten minutes ago. A tray was in your hands, two plates of pancakes upon it.
As you approached, Lucifer latched onto your waist, pulling you into his body and burying his face into your hair.
"You scared me."
"Sorry." You mumbled, stroking his hair.
You gave him his pancakes, laying in each others embrace as you ate. The TV was playing softly in the background and Lucifer still clung to you like a lost puppy.
Once you'd finished eating, none of you could be bothered to move. You played with Lucifer's hair, your fingers brushing the soft strands, as he held you gainst him.
"Luci? We should probably get up. Don't you have things to do?"
He grumbled in protest.
"Don't wanna. I want to stay with you, darling."
You sighed softly, but didn't fight him. Perhaps you both deserved a break.
--------------------------------------------------
(I'm thinking about opening requests soon but I'll go into more detail in my next post)
22 notes · View notes
ani-radio · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I have so many WIP that I’m just like 😅
The one with Alastor on the chair, is supposed to be a short comic (I guess you could call it that) with Angel Dust (Aniela shows up but not physically).
Basically, the comic is about her before she became an Overlord and what she did her first days in Hell (the lingerie model thing comes back here).
It’s supposed to be funny (mostly cause of Al’s reaction). It’s only supposed to be like 5 pages (I think).
Although the one with solely Al in the chair is an old one I dropped but I really wanna do it so… I’ll restart it again (eventually).
The other one is recent (today recent), I just don’t have the motivation.
I usually have motivation to sketch but not for the line art or coloring 😅
20 notes · View notes
aidaran-alha · 1 day
Link
Tumblr media
Heaven is so high up that once you’re there, Aziraphale realizes the only way out is to fall.
In an attempt to stop the apocalypse once more, he steals the Book of Life and Jesus’s soul, placing him back on Earth as Adam’s brother. Now suspended somewhere between falling and fallen, Aziraphale needs help from the only one he can trust to navigate his new life. The same demon he rejected a lifetime ago.
Despite how they parted, Crowley can't turn his back on the aching angel, working through his pain and heartache as they slowly inch towards one another, acting on millennia of bottled-up feelings and desire.
The only problem? Adam’s powers are still alive, and he wants everybody to have their “happy ever after” in his town.
Or else.
---------------
The little shreds of sanity they still had at that point were crushed by the fear of never being able to modify reality again, of never stopping hurting. And it was effective; it had taken those who were still strong and defiant over the edge, drove them to their knees asking for forgiveness.
Not Crowley, though.
He hadn’t begged.
He knew at that point that someone willing to destroy the one who had created the stars and wanted life to thrive wouldn’t listen to a plea coming from the darkest pit.
So Crowley hadn’t begged, instead pointing at the Heavens with his animal snoot, daring them to give him an answer. He hadn't broken down and asked for mercy.
He wouldn’t start doing it now. And he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing his angel do that. This Fall wouldn't be a punishment, wouldn’t make either of them break. He’d make sure of that, he’d protect Aziraphale.
Continue reading here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53075170/chapters/141028111
@goodomensafterdark​
24 notes · View notes