#aarin malchediel

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don't worry they're totally posing willingly don't even. don't even worry about it mate

also I've wanted to use this template for so long because all the ones I've seen are GORGEOUS. anyway teehee aarin time

#Halos And Horns #aarin malchediel #kore orion #(those are kore's hands <33) #i was intending to do zuriel as well but i cant find that other one #oh well!! #whump #whump art #angel whumpee #angel whump #demon whumper #defiant whumpee #whumpee #intimate whumper #whumper

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HEY BUSTERS HERES SOME OCS!!!

the creator of this picrew is @chereverie here on tumblr, and they are also on twitter and instagram!

anywho OCS!!! SO the first batch is (in order):

Rayan (he/it)

Maddie / Madison (she/her)

Vivian (she/they)

AND THEN

the two girlbosses themselves:

Esrana / Es (she/her)

Ivy (she/he/they/xir)

AND FINALLY

boom!!!! get flashbanged with the halos and horns blorbos

Zuriel (it/its)

Aarin (they/them)

is uhm. is it obvious I like this picrew quite a bit

#rayan hyacinth #madison maguire #vivian maguire #(vivian and maddie are married btw ray n maddie are siblings tho) #esrana flynn #ivy xiomara #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #(? i think is their surname??) #forsaken souls #halos and horns #picrew #whump picrew #whump ocs

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maybe fallen angels aren't as frightening as Aarin expected...

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(click for better quality!)

pose credit to mellon-soup!! i found this one on pinterest and just had to draw zuriel and aarin :3

I'm honestly in LOVE with zuriel's hair, I didn't really know what I was doing when I was sketching this out but I'm SO happy with it!!!!! especially since this is my first time drawing them :3

also is it obvious this is my first time drawing wings lmao 💀

anyhow! it's them!!!!!

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #Halos And Horns #angel whumpee #fallen angel oc #fallen angel #multiple whumpees #whump #whump art #whump oc #oc whump #art #oc art #nonhuman whumpee #recovery whump #rescued whumpee

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Sew Up My Mouth if I Can't Keep It Closed

MADILYN MEI LYRIC GRRGRGGRGGRHR anyway! I am SO sorry for not posting a lot of HAH content but here's an aarin drabble feat a new design idea for them🙏🙏

HAH Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

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Aarin had long stopped acting defiantly towards Kore, but the urge to slap that smug little grin off the demon's face blazed like a fire inside their chest.

Of course, it wasn't like they could verbally express this anymore; the golden thread sealing their lips shut, dried crimson still staining their lips, made sure of this. After one too many times of lashing out at him, they should've realized that Kore would probably do something to stop them. So here they were now.

They had gotten used to the pain — either that, or it had dissipated, moving to the muscles in their wings right now. Stretched out in a marvellous display, each feather was pristine and silky smooth. Unfortunately, however, Kore tended to forbid moving their wings until the visitors left; so that meant that, in whatever position that Kore decided on, Aarin had to stay perfectly in place for hours, perhaps days, on end.

"You should be used to this by now," Kore would repeat. Aarin hated his voice; every fibre of the demon's being made them want to rip him apart, put his horns on display like how he's doing with their precious wings. "You've been down here for years. In my home. Following my rules. Under my protection." It wasn't protection. It was torture. So, so much torture, just to be gawked at like the 'statue' Kore believed it was. The 'statue' that Kore made them pretend to be.

"Aarin."

They were fucking sick of it. Sick of him. Sick of being forced to stay still while this— this devil etched patterns into their flesh with a scalpel, making meticulous incisions just because he couldn't be bothered to paint onto their skin every day. Sick of not being able to speak freely, move freely. Sick of not being free, full stop.

"Aarin!"

They just wanted to rip his heart out, treat him like how he treated them. Give him a taste of his own fucking medicine. They wanted to make him the one to stay still for hours, make him the one to be stared at and admired for being a perfect little fucking statue—

"Fuck's sake— Aarin Malchediel!" The angel's head snapped to the side as they were backhanded by Kore, their cheek blazing with pain. They only winced, giving a silent glare to the demon in response as they turned their head back.

"Keep your fucking wings in place or I'll rip them out myself."

The angel couldn't help but whimper in reply, the muscles in their wings twitching with exertion as they stretched them out further. In the meanwhile, Kore placed a delicate veil over their head, nestling it in their hair. The fabric was opaque and — thankfully — hid their entire face, so they doubted they had any need to close their eyes. It was probably because of their sewn-up mouth, as well.

Kore hummed in satisfaction when he stopped fiddling with their hair, and when Aarin's wings — and breathing — stilled. But still, a threat lay beneath that silver tongue as he spoke again: "Keep zoning out like that and you'll end up like my little Zuriel."

Aarin had no clue what they were supposed to gain from the threat. Perhaps it was an attempt — a pathetic one at that, in their opinion — to make them behave, make them listen. They had no clue who, or even what, this 'Zuriel' was. It wasn't like the angel could ask, though. But given the look in Kore's eye, and the poorly scrubbed blood staining the marble beneath the rug in the center of the room...

Aarin wasn't sure if they wanted to know in the first place.

#aarin malchediel #kore orion #Halos And Horns #angel whump #demon whumper #angel whumpee #wing whump #whump #oc whump #whump writing #whump oc #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #captive whumpee #captivity whump #defiant whumpee #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper

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colour is a thing I use very frequently in the process of designing my characters. they can all be reduced to a single colour that is incorporated in their design and / or personality in some way

for example:

Rayan's assigned colour is red. he has a warm colour scheme in his design, commonly wears red, and is always covered in blood. always

Foster is blue. in comparison, their design uses greys, blacks and of course, blues. their demeanour is equally as cold.

Aarin is more of a pastel blue, due to the colour of their eyes and their withdrawn, quiet personality

Zuriel is orange. compared to Aarin, its design is warm and friendly, much like its personality. it and Aarin balance each other out perfectly

Ailean is a light, pale green. due to the white brightness of the lab and their own albinism, along with the fact his design is inspired by a hemlock flower, they have a pale, muted appearance

Madir is beige. this is mostly shown in his design, in the white streaks of his hair from his poliosis and his dark, neutral clothing style

Esrana is a dark purpleish-pink. purple is an elegant colour, wouldn't you say? perfectly describes her, from her hair to her silky smooth accent

Madison is a mahogany colour. a strong colour, yet warm and inviting. she could crush you if she were so inclined, and yet her hands are gentle

Kore is a smoky, foggy grey. hard and cold like stone, scrutinizing eyes judging your every move. a vile man, he is

Zayn is a lavender-ish colour. unlike Esrana, who's dark and unforgiving, he's a lighter, more easygoing person

Derwyn is a neon, bright pink. eager, bright, loud. the colour reminds me a lot of their wide, unblinking eyes

Ezra is white. like ailean, he has albinism, and this is incorporated in his design a lot. he has a pale, light colour scheme, and nobody can really tell whether or not he's actually okay with or against Foster's situation with a captive. he's just.. neutral. white

but what about Ruaridh, you say? well, they're a special case

the lab is the only thing Ruaridh has known. for their entire life, they've had nothing but the clothes that Derwyn gave them, nothing but the books Derwyn gave them, nothing but the injections that Derwyn injected. they've had no outside communication, had never seen the world, had never had a chance to gain their own colour, in a way. they don't exactly have a colour

anyway. I like my ocs

#rayan hyacinth #foster canavan #aarin malchediel #zuriel damaris #ailean-conall hemlock (TS-0166) #madir ahearn #esrana flynn #madison osoro-maguire #kore orion #zayn flynn #derwyn ellis #ezra hendrix #ruaridh mullen #whump #whump oc #oc whump #my ocs #oc

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TEENY DRABBLE FOR YOU LOT LETS GOOOOOO!!! Vee and Vesker belong to @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

Madison had thought that, after her temporary captivity with The Survivors, that they'd leave her alone after that. They'd all gotten everything they could out of her, and she figured that now she'd hidden away for a couple days at Theo's, it was all over now.

An empty, aching feeling in her chest, she absently unlocked the door to her house, letting it creak open as she stepped in. She'd just dropped Rayan off at Vesker's, and she prayed on whatever God or Goddess existed that they would both be okay on their own.

Evergreen eyes sweeping across the dark, midnight shrouded home Madison had missed so much, her attention was drawn to something written on the wall in the living room. At first, she thought the boys had been messing around again; but as she walked inside the room, her blood ran cold.

In crimson, bold letters, the writing on the wall read: "Found you! :)"

Oh, crap.

"Zuriel? Aarin? Vee?" She called out one by one, racing upstairs. Madison nearly sobbed in relief when Aarin stepped into the hall, their magnificent halo casting a spotlight onto their freckled face.

"Where's Zuriel?"

"Asleep. I- I just woke up."

"That's okay, baby," Madison sighed out, walking up to the small angel and wrapping them in a half-hug. "Go wake ZuZu up, and tell it that we're gonna go on a little road trip. Do that for me whilst I get Vee, okay?"

Aarin tilted their head, confused. "Is it because of the writing? Two people came in the other day, and- and they said they needed to talk to Dad."

"Who?"

"I'on know. A boy and a girl. They both have long hair, kinda like ZuZu's but a tiny bit shorter."

Madison cursed beneath her breath. Esrana and Madir.

"O-Okay, I'll look for Dad, you just get Zuriel up and pack some clothes, alrighty?"

"Okay!" Aarin squeezed Madison, before walking back into them and Zuriel's bedroom.

"Vanté? You here?" Striding tensely to Vanté's bedroom, she cracked open the door, flicking on the light. He wasn't there. The only thing that hinted that some sort of activity had taken place were the few drops of blood on his bedsheets.

"...Vee...?"

Taglist: none yet!

#rayan hyacinth #madison osoro-maguire #vesker faithern #vanté ramirez #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #esrana flynn #madir ahearn #whump #oc whump #whump oc #whump writing #writing #oc writing #whump drabble #How To Kill An Immortal

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They were both children when it happened.

So young, so naïve, so curious about the world that they both saw no harm in venturing into the unknown, but they were wrong. Both had been captured and stripped of their humanity, of their free will, forced to be a decoration in some sadistic demon's home just for the fun of it. And they grew up like that.

But oh, how curious and cheerful they both were, years after the ordeal. After all the burns from the fire, the holes in wings and hands from thumb tacks and the lack of wings entirely, their eyes were never devoid of awe. They were so intrigued about this alien world around them — from why every colour seemed more vibrant, the sun shined brighter to the ornaments meticulously laid out in Madison's home — that it was.. really, quite adorable.

Zuriel and Aarin didn't exactly know why they acted like this themselves. Why they clung to one another, angel and Fallen, like brothers. They kind of were, in a sense. The same adoptive father, the same motherly caregiver...

They just didn't know what was going on, why this new world they found themselves in was so.. vibrant. Warm on certain days, frigid on others. How the sun would sometimes be obscured by brooding storm clouds, or how every sunset or sunrise were gorgeously colourful with reds, purples, oranges — you name it. How every item of clothing, instead of being too itchy, too tight, too uncomfortable or too revealing, were soft and loose and just right. How they were able to sleep so peacefully every single night. They were just so, so curious.

Halos and Horns taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(oh lord I haven't posted anything HaH in a while. I project all my age regressor shenanigans onto them your honour 😔)

#inspired vaguely by eros' lil lore snapshots he does tehe :3 #whump #oc whump #whump oc #whump writing #oc writing #angel whump #multiple whumpees #multiple caretakers #minor whump #Halos And Horns #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel

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all the whumpees!! I've updated / added to a couple of the designs, but other than that, here they all are! <3 here's the picrew!!

Aarin, Iyrle, Carmen and Haedrin were created with the help of @er0s-1s-whump1ng!! :D

Zuriel Damaris (it/its)

Aarin Malchediel (they/them)

Iyrle Gambit (he/they)

Haedrin Loryll (he/him)

Carmen Atkinson (he/him)

Rayan Hyacinth (he/it)

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #iylre gambit #haedrin loryll #carmen atkinson #rayan hyacinth #halos and horns #forsaken souls #demon whumpee #angel whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #immortal whumpee #my ocs #whump oc #whump ocs #oc whump #picrew #whump picrew #oc picrew

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the colours are colouring 💥💥💥

(pose credit goes to mellon-soup!! found this one on pinterest :3)

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #angel whumpee #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumpee #whump wip #whump art

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a thing I love about both my oc series is that they're all so flexible!!!

of course, in their canons it's just the survivors and rayan, also maddie, vee and vayel, and in halos and horns it's zuriel, aarin, kore and also vantè

but there could be a universe where both of the groups are combined! maybe the survivors kidnap and torture zuriel and aarin because they're not exactly human (thank you to foster for being a pussy and not liking anything specifically human /j), or kore takes rayan to demonstrate to zuriel / aarin what happens if they don't behave! and, since rayan's immortal, kore can hurt him as much as he wants to!

also taking into consideration other whump tropes, such as living weapons! a concept me and eros have been trying out is foster and madir having living weapon whumpees, such as (the newly introduced!!) iylre gambit, carmen atkinson and haedrin loryll!!! mayhaps rayan is still in the basement, and foster - similar to the previous idea with kore - still tortures him to show the Living Weapon Trio™ that disobeying leads to getting hurt!

I also love it when people who view my ocs' writing and lore create stories of their own about my ocs / continuing from written lore I've already put onto this blog or my main, or with their own ocs mixed in! of course as long as credit is put, and obviously I'm not forcing or pressuring anybody to go and write about my ocs- /gen

I dunno I just- y'all can do whatever with my ocs, I just love them that much. draw, write, whump them or comfort them; I don't care! I love how I'm gaining so many followers it makes me so giddy I love it 🥲🥲 /gen

also could as well add Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night (so sorry for not posting a lot of halos and horns 😭)

oh yeah!! Vantè, Vayel, Iylre, Carmen and Haedrin belong to the previously mentioned eros, or @paranoia-exe / @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!

#i dunno where i was going with this ill be honest #rayan hyacinth #foster canavan #madir ahearn #vayel veto #vanté ramirez #iylre gambit #carmen atkinson #haedrin loryll #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #kore orion #halos and horns #forsaken souls

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just thought of what my ocs would taste like if they were edible so I thought I'd just put some of them here

Ailean — floral perfume when you accidentally spray it into your mouth

Rayan — rotting meat probably. it suits him

Ruaridh — c h e m i c a l s

Madison — a warm cup of tea

Ezra — tequila

Foster — blood probably

Esrana — red wine

Madir — metal

Aarin — water

Zuriel — salt water

Kore — f o g. I will not elaborate much but fog looks like it'd have a distinct taste and it is kore

uhh I think that's all of them. I can't think of one for zayn or any others I forgor :c

#ailean-conall hemlock (ts-0166) #rayan hyacinth #ruaridh mullen #madison osoro-maguire #ezra hendrix #foster canavan #esrana flynn #madir ahearn #aarin malchediel #zuriel damaris #kore orion #oc posting #whump #whump oc

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I like to think all my whumpees are cursed in some way, or believe they're cursed with something. just for the sillies y'know?

Rayan believes his Immortality is a curse because it's what made him survive in Foster's grasp for a whole two years. sure, he's 'dead' now, and he's been wandering through that forest for god-knows-how-long, but that just confuses him more. how can he be 'dead', but be Immortal? did this 'curse' have some sort of glitch or whatnot that caused this fate for him, causing him to grow lost in a forest where he's remained until he's quite literally a husk of his former self?

of course, Ailean is the only one who's actually cursed. cursed so his skin displays pattern upon pattern of hemlock, that his bare skin causes paralysis and death to the point it ripped away everyone that made him happy. this curse, this horrible part of himself he can never remove, is what caused him to be captured by STS because he's 'inhuman'. and he thought living in a damned forest made him safe from himself and others

of course, Ruaridh believes their entire life was cursed from the beginning. they only knew the lab, only knew suffering, and why are they the only lab rat they know of? why did they get this fate, this curse of becoming some disfigured monster just to get thrown out when their lifelong captor realized their brain, their past self remained instead of a lifeless, obedient creature? their captor wanted them to be some fucked up guard dog from the beginning, and Ru did nothing to deserve it

Zuriel is, or believes it is, cursed with being a fallen angel. it didn't ask for this fate, to be taken by Kore and conditioned until even it believed it was unworthy of being a human being, unworthy of being seen as an angel in the Upperworld's eyes, instead only being worthy of being a statue, a decoration, a bragging right in its captors' home.

Aarin's case is similar to Zuriel's, given they both received the same sort of treatment by Kore. Aarin still does believe they're nothing more than an object to be shown around, and as much as they're trying to break the conditioning (with the help of Vee and Zuriel, of course) they still believe they're cursed to not be worthy. at least they're still an angel though lmao

#rayan hyacinth #ailean-conall hemlock (ts-0166) #ruaridh mullen #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #whump #whump oc #oc whump #angel whump #lab whump #immortal whumpee #cursed whumpee #monster whumpee #nonhuman whumpee

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Vanté sighed, flopping down onto his bed. His mind was racing.

How long had it been since he talked to Rayan, or had even seen him for that matter? Sure, after Vanté killed Vayel things had been iffy between the two; Rayan was absolutely livid at first, for good reason, and wouldn't stop bugging him about it for a month before he settled back down to find someone else. But now, his absence was.. unsettling. He missed it.

He missed Rayan himself, actually. His strong Irish accent, his calloused and scarred hands, his evergreen eyes that always seemed to be narrowed in some way; the bags under his eyes, the scar on his throat, his prosthetic leg.. he just missed him. Vanté could name everything he missed, but he'd be there for hours.

He just hoped that, whenever Rayan was, whatever he was doing, whoever he was with, he was okay. That the damned fucking Survivors didn't get to him again. It was strange how Vanté had gone from being part of The Survivors to despising their existence, just like how he had gone from hating Rayan after they split up to absolutely adoring him at times. Well, who wouldn't adore him, really?

Lost in his train of thoughts, he stared at the ceiling. A nagging thought in his mind told him Rayan wasn't okay. He'd call him later, just to make sure all was well. Maybe after dinner—

"Dinner's ready, kiddos!" Called Madison's soft voice, followed by two pairs of footsteps — must be the boys — excitedly giggling and murmuring as they ran downstairs. Vanté just couldn't help but smile.

He stood with a groan, brushing a hand through his golden hair as he opened his bedroom door. This is gonna be a long night..

#vanté ramirez #madison osoro maguire #rayan hyacinth #zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #forsaken souls #halos and horns #friends ocs

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"You better pray I don't get up this time around." — Whumptober 2023!

Day 5: Debris || Pinned Down || "It's broken."

Characters:

— Zuriel Damaris (Whumpee-Turned-Caretaker) it/its

— Aarin Malchediel (Whumpee) they/them

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Aarin didn't know what was going on.

First they had been standing "perfectly" like how He had said, and they were there for a while. Then, this.. person — creature? No, that was mean; Aarin just opted to go with "person" until they figured out what it was — burst in and picked them up after draping something like a jacket over their shoulders. Then, if that couldn't get more confusing, He entered and the person growled at Him! Don't they realise what He can do?

Nevermind that. Their halo was used to set things on fire, and the person ran off with them. Aarin, of course, didn't get a say in it.

And now there they both were, and amongst the hallways blazing with fire, the mysterious being's panic was palpable. Chest heaving with each breath, the person set Aarin down in a safe enough place. They were stiff as a board, and even stiffer when they saw the burn marks across the stranger's tanned arms, and some parts of the singlet — that looked a little too small for it — that it was wearing was charred in some places. It didn't mean to do that. But, thankfully, the person didn't seem to mind it.

"Are you okay with running?" A breathless voice, strong and yet raspy, sounded in their ears, snapping them out of their train of thought. Taking a moment to look over the stranger's appearance, they forced their aching neck to nod.

Tanned skin, long and thick white hair, much taller than Aarin themself, and.. strange eyes. They had another one on its forehead, which looked normal, but the other two had black scleras — blacker than the darkness that would surround Aarin when people weren't visiting; which was impressive to them — and their irises looked like honey. They also had these strange horns, and their wings were charred and bone was showing between the thin feathers. They must've been an angel at one point.

"Okay. C'mon, just— follow me."

And just like that, the stranger grabbed Aarin's hand — ignoring how that'll most likely burn the skin off their palm; Aarin had realized that the stranger's skin burnt when in contact with theirs — and set off in a dash. Aarin stumbled and followed, forcing their legs to move quicker and quicker to keep up.

Occasionally, the stranger would let out a small warning cry, and tug Aarin to one side. Aarin didn't understand why, until they tugged a second too late. The wind was knocked out of them as a piece of debris knocked them over.

The stranger watched with wide eyes, before running over and crouching down in front of Aarin, whose leg had gotten stuck under the same piece of debris.

"You're okay, you're okay..." They mumbled when Aarin began to whimper, trying to ease the debris off their leg gently but quickly.

After what seemed like.. well, forever, the debris was pushed aside and the stranger helped Aarin to sit up, the sound of sizzling filling their silence. They tried to stand, but whimpered again and sat back down.

"It— it's broken..." They mumbled hoarsely. They couldn't remember the last time they'd spoken; their voice sounded wrong, in a way. But the stranger didn't seem to mind.

And indeed, they picked Aarin up again. "That's okay, it— I'll just carry you again. We're nearly there anyway, I recognize where we are."

"...How do you—"

"I'll explain when we get home."

"What- Where are we—?"

"Home."

Aarin went quiet again for a while as the stranger ran off with them again. Questions flooded their mind, but the pain in their leg was overpowering. Hopefully, the stranger would keep their word and answer their questions when they were "home", wherever that was.

They also hoped they'd get out of this place alive.

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Halos and Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #whump #oc whump #whump writing #writing #oc writing #whump oc #angel whumpee #demon whumper #multiple caretaker #burn whump #zuriel damaris #kore orion #aarin malchediel #halos and horns

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kinda want Zuriel to like. kill Kore. it'd make sense for it to get its revenge because Kore was the reason Zuriel became a fallen angel and was the source of all its trauma and suffering NOT TO MENTION Kore even laying a hand on Aarin, who Zuriel's come to know as a brother by now

so like. obviously, by the time Aarin had been captured by Kore, Zuriel was healing in the overworld with Vantè! so I imagine since it's a sneaky lil twat (/pos sorry for whipping out the british slang) it would've probably just sorta zipped to the underworld, beat the absolute crap out of Kore and left him to bleed out, then yoinking Aarin and presenting them to Vee in the overworld.

I know Zuriel and Aarin are meant to be the Babies Ever I just. I wanna try out revenge whump. and Zuriel is like feral when it wants to be lmao

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #kore orion #vantè ramirez #(vee belongs to eros btw!!!!) #oc whump #whump oc #angel whumpee #angel whump #fallen angel oc #whump idea #halos and horns

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here's a thing I've noticed in Halos And Horns

all of the character designs are mostly monochrome. Zuriel and Kore with their white hair, Aarin with their grey hair, and Remetten (yes, a new character! he's Kore's brother, who was unfortunately not there when Kore died from his house burning down) with his black hair. sure, there are pops of colour every now and again, with Zuriel and Aarin's eyes, but their designs are mostly black and white.

and then there's the fire; a key turning point in both of their stories, if you ask me. blazing reds and oranges and yellow. what do I associate with these colours? anger. rage. for orange I see it as a sort of protective colour. why is this important?

in that moment, in that key time frame, Zuriel is virtually saving Aarin's life. its enraged that Kore would go out of his way to torment another angel, and it doesn't want Aarin to suffer the same fate it nearly did.

and then the overworld. Vanté's blue eyes and blonde hair, Madison's green eyes and brown hair. so much colour, so much more lively than the underworld both of them were kept in for so long. over the time of their recovery, colour starts to show in their appearance; Zuriel's skin becomes more tanned, for example, along with Aarin's freckles. along with their clothing, too! it all shows that during the course of their recovery, they slowly regain that vibrance and energy they once held, as they grow more and more happy and hold a more child-like wonder towards this colorful new world.

and then for Aarin and Zuriel's past, in the upper world. for Zuriel mainly, it's just a distant memory, since it's long gone forgotten what life was like, and it already has a new family. plus, it doubted that its parents would like to see their child now a fallen, forsaken(OH MY GOD SUDDEN REALIZATION*) angel. so, it's almost pastel and plain, and reminds me of the colours of pink and white marshmallows.

I dunno. I hope you get my point. I like colours

*OKAY SO. y'know like- Halos And Horns, Forsaken Souls, both of the names for their series'. and y'know how their stories are separate, but the universe is linked (i.e. Vanté's and Maddie's main appearances in both of them). hehe

Zuriel was forsaken by the gods. it was its choice to venture into the underworld in the first place, and they denied helping it, no matter how hard it pleaded and begged. so, it turned its back on them.

and TS, mostly Foster though, view Rayan as nonhuman. they look back at the atrocities they committed, and are under the impression that Rayan is an animal, a thing that cannot be trusted alone. they've demonized him and see him as something less than human. they see a man with horns and a tail and they want to cut it all off (figuratively since Rayan is not, in fact, a femboy demon /lhj) and break him down into a shell of himself.

I dunno I just thought I'd put that in

(may as well add the HAH taglist!)

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #rayan hyacinth #halos and horns #forsaken souls #oc rambling #whump ocs #angel whumpee #immortal whumpee