#char: onyx

[confusedlittleguy]

RAAHHH SILLIES

#wof #wings of fire #art #digital art #wof fanart #burn #blister #blaze #smolder #oasis #char #singe #scald #palm #prickle #onyx #wof burn #wof blister #wof blaze #wof smolder #wof onyx #burn blister blaze #queen oasis #my art

[dragonflyinflight2]

Some designs that I did for the SandWing royal family. I’m currently working on the next part to list design series, which will feature Thorn’s family. There’s a more detailed description on my DeviantArt account.

#wings of fire #wings of fire art #wof #queen oasis #king char #princess burn #princess blister #princess blaze #prince smolder #prince scald #prince singe #palm #prickle #princess onyx #sandwings #sandwing #sandwing royalty #wof sandwing #wof sandwing royalty #wings of Fire sandwing royalty #wings of fire designs #wings of fire headshot design project #wof designs #wof canon character designs #Wings of Fire is a book series. Go read it #Seriously #I’ve gone somewhat overboard with tags

[mothpawbs]

three queens who blister, blaze, and burn

i needed designs of the sisters for a thing i'm going to draw, here they are! design notes under the cut :)

NOTES: all three have two hair swoops in the front, dark markings around their eyes, and some kind of dark striping on their neck scales. the number of lower lashes they have denotes their birth order: burn has 0, blister has 1, blaze has 2. BURN: head shape and colors based on a lioness. has very heavy horns, a short-shorn crest like a high-and-tight cut, and rough, poorly healed scars. same colors as Oasis, with Char's build. wears a chestplate, as well as heavy, crushing plates on her stinger, and a lion's pelt around her shoulders as a cape. no jewelry. heavily inspired by the AnimatedWings design. BLISTER: narrow and snakelike, similar build to Oasis with Char's colors (opposite of Burn). has slim, sharp horns, an ashen palette, a tall crest, and black markings down her neck. is practically twins with Smolder. wears a black metal snake twisted along one ear, and a cape patterned with stars (inspired by @dragonskulls check out their blister design). also wears a replica Eye of Onyx, but made with black metal instead of gold and smaller. string of black pearls were a gift from Coral. BLAZE: pretty, round, and soft. she has a rosy tint, a long, luxurious crest, and all horns and claws are blunt and harmless. LOTS of jewelry. she likes gold, delicate chains and charms, and aquamarine. also wears a heavy, lined cloak with an enormous fur collar gifted to her by Glacier.

#digital art #mag art #wof #wings of fire #sandwing #royalty #burn #princess burn #blister #princess blister #blaze #princess blaze #headshot #bust #character design

[ohmenai]

Jungle Majesty and His Mighty Girth.

My travels had taken me to a remote African village, a gem untouched by the urban crawl. Here stood before me, Kwame, a titan among men, his skin a polished obsidian, a product of nature's own grand design. The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew the camera in my hands was about to immortalize a paragon of raw manhood. That chance encounter, born of my insatiable quest for documents of male authenticity, found me exchanging stories for shelter, and it wasn’t long before the promise of a photo granted by the titan before me.

I let my OhMenFlex drink in every detail - his naked torso, a canvas of black velvet kissed by sunlight, rippled with power as he stood proudly in front of his hut. The dense matting of his chest hair framed his muscle-bundled pecs, each strand weaving a narrative of wild virility. The belly, a proud and robust canvas, stretched before me—his girth, a badge of honor in a world where opulence was measured in the currency of flesh and fortitude; this not a vanity-bred gym sculpt, but the result of a life coerced by survival and abundance in harmony with nature's rhythm.

And then, there was his fat, monster cock, a stunning embodiment of sheer potency. That black pillar, its veins etched like the tributaries of the great Nile upon it, stood with a dignity that knew no parallel. It was like the trunk of a mighty baobab—solid, powerful, and the stuff of primal dreams. Worn by the elements, it narrated a saga of desire and survival, of conquests and whispers in the night.

As he guided me in the rhythms of their nocturnal festivities, the scents of earth and sweat intermingled. Kwame's eyes, orbs of onyx, gleamed with the stories of ancestors, tales of hunts and conquests mirrored in his penetrating gaze. The dense thicket of his beard felt like a bristled cushion against my skin, his thick-stemmed manhood pulsed with life against my own, crude, unrefined, real. As night descended and the hut shielded us from prying eyes, our bodies spoke the ancient language of lust; muscles twitching, bellies heaving, our symphony of grunts and sighs echoed within the thatch and mud walls. Beneath my roving fingers, his flesh was a tapestry of textures – the silk of skin sliding over steely sinew, the pillowy give of his abundant midsection, the sizzling heat of his arousal charring my caress.

Cradled by the amber embrace of dawn, I departed with my treasures: images and touches that captured the essence of Kwame, a man whose virility was sculpted by the hands of life itself.

#aibara #aimen #ai daddy #aigay #aigaybear #aigayart #gay

[sinusoidaldisfunction]

Random Sandwing Royal family doodles. I had like an idea of which traits where from which parents with the sisters, so ever though their designs are different they still look related. So I drew their parents! Top left to right is King Char, King Saguaro (Burn's dad), and finally Queen Oasis.

Saguaro was Queen Oasis's first husband. In my head he's where Burn got her physique from. He was some kind of general, that's where Burn gets it from. Their marriage was arranged, and a lot of nobles weren't happy that the future Queen was married to an outsider. So he gets killed, and Oasis marries King Char.

Char had prominent Nightwing ancestry from around Darkstalker's time. A lot of the upper class wasn't keen on flying off to a volcano, so they took their treasure (maybe some of the royals' too) and booked it to the sand kingdom. Part of the reason the Nightwings allied with Blister was that Nightwing blood.

There's also the Eye of Onyx and a Sandwing royal crest that was going to be a tattoo for burn but that didn't end up happening

#uhh yeah #I'm not gonna tag this #idk. hope you like my ramblings and more chaotic stuff #i should draw smolder

[coinandcandle]

Hel Deity Guide

Who is Hel?

Often referred to as a “goddess of death”, Hel is actually the ruler who presides over the dead. Her domain is the underworld, also called Hel (or Helheim). She is often described in text as cruel or cold, not uncommon for a deity that deals with death. This may not represent the experience that those who work with Hel have had, please keep in mind that deities are not solely their mythology.

Parents and Siblings

Loki (father)

Angrboda (mother)

Fenrir (brother)

Jörmungand (brother)

Sleipnir (brother)

Lovers or Partners

N/A

Children

N/A

Epithets

While modern pagans may have epithets for her, there is no historical Epithet for Hel that I have found.

Notes

The Aesir were told that Loki’s three children would cause destruction one day. To combat this, Odin threw Hel into Helheim where she crowned herself queen and made it into her realm.

Her appearance is said to be that of a woman who looks half human and half blue like a corpse.

Some think that Helheim, the underworld, came first and Hel as a goddess became a later development or personification of said place.

It’s important to note that Helheim is not a place of punishment or torture—but that doesn’t mean it’s particularly pleasant.

Hel’s most popular story is The Death of Baldr, in which she refuses to allow Baldr to leave Hel unless every last creature on earth weeps for him. Every being except one giantess (who people believe to be Loki in disguise) cried, but since the terms were not fully met, Baldr remained in Hel.

Her name means “hidden”, referencing those who are dead and invisible to the living.

Many scholars believe that the deity Hel is a creation of the Christian mythographer, Snorri Sturluson.

Since she is the daughter of Loki (a half-giant) and Angrboda (a giantess), Hel is also probably a giantess or jötunn.

Modern Deity Work

Since there is no evidence of a pre-Christian Goddess Hel of the dead, there are no true historical offerings or correspondences that I can write here. Everything in the section will be based either on Hel’s myths or resourced from posts about her from her followers and devotees.

Correspondences

Since there is no historical evidence of a cult or worship for Hel, these correspondences come from her myths and from posts from her followers. These are only some possible correspondences, if you feel that there are others then feel free to add them in a comment or reblog!

Rocks/Stone/Crystals

Onyx

Fossils

Jet

Obsidian

Herbs/Plants

Ivy

Juniper

Baby’s Breath or other small white flowers

Blackthorn

Elder

Fungus (though fungi are not plants I'm placing it here)

Animals

Vultures or other scavengers that feed on the dead

Raven

Hellhound

Symbols

Staff

Scepter

Offerings

Bones

Meat charred to ash

Bread

Alcohol

Black tea

Apples

Graveyard dirt (be smart about obtaining it please)

Acts of Devotion

Visit a cemetery

Honor your ancestors

Research her

Go to an apple orchard

Confront any fear of death that you may have (only if you’re in a place to do so) come to terms with it as being a part of life

References and Further Reading

Hel - Norse Mythology

Hel - Skjalden

Hel - World History

Honoring Hel - @theheathenwitch

Hel - @jasper-pagan-witch

#Hel #Norse paganism #Norse deities #deity deep dive #deity guide

[axilarycobra]

[Wings of Fire] Ace-spec Headcanons

I saw that it was asexuality day today and since I posted my aro-spec headcanons, I want to post my ace-spec headcanons today. Just like how I did with my aro-spec headcanons, if a character is asexual and aromantic, I'll just put them down as aroace.

Clay - demisexual

Tsunami - asexual

Glory - aroace

Starflight - asexual

Sunny - aroace

Moonwatcher - asexual

Winter - asexual

Peril - asexual

Qibli - aroace

Cricket - asexual

Snowfall - asexual

Luna - asexual

Burn - asexual

Blister - asexual

Blaze - demisexual

Scarlet - aceflux

Kinkajou - asexual

Fatespeaker - graysexual

Ochre - aroace

Glacier - aceflux

Tamarin - asexual

Orca - asexual

Bullfrog - demisexual

Carnelian - asexual

Clearsight - demisexual

Fathom - asexual

Io - aceflux

Jerboa III - aroace

Listener - asexual

Onyx - aroace

Peacemaker - asexual

Sky - aroace

Willow - demisexual

Umber - asexual

Albatross - demisexual

Cobra - aroace

Grandeur - demisexual

Liana - asexual

Moorhen - aroace

Ruby - demisexual

Wasp - aroace

Cattail - aroace

Coconut - demisexual

Fierceteeth - demisexual

Sora - aroace

Chameleon - aroace

Shapeshifter - demisexual

Freedom - aroace

Riptide - aroace

Gill - asexual

Allknowing - demisexual

Lagoon (TLH) - aroace

Quickstrike - asexual

Mango - asexual

Bigtail - asexual

Mightyclaws - demisexual

Ostrich (TBN) - demisexual

Alba - asexual

Current - asexual

Octopus - demisexual

Pike - demisexual

Ripple - aroace

Sapphire - aroace

Snapper - aroace

Anaconda - aroace

Bromeliad - asexual

Gibbon - asexual

Orangutan - aroace

Orchid - asexual

Battlewinner - demisexual

Darkstalker - demisexual

Discretion - aroace

Eclipse (DoD) - aroace

Hope - demisexual

Mastermind - demisexual

Mindreader - aroace

Morrowseer - demisexual

Obsidian - aroace

Slaughter - aroace

Smokeseer - asexual

Wisdom - aroace

Agave - aroace

Char - demisexual

Horizon - aroace

Needle - aroace

Quicksand - demisexual

Fjord - aroace

Permafrost - asexual

Osprey - aroace

Festoon - asexual

Heliconian - aroace

Aphid - asexual

Chafer - asexual

Glowworm - aroace

Lubber - aroace

Weevil - demisexual

Hawthorn - asexual

Hemlock - aceflux

Moccasin - aroace

Anhinga - aroace

Bayou - demisexual

Beryl - asexual

Bonecruncher - demisexual

Canyon - asexual

Caribou (bard) - demisexual

Caribou (bard's grandmother) - aroace

Caribou (bard's mother) - demisexual

Diadem - aroace

Jacaranda - demisexual

Linden - demisexual

Monarch (AGttDW 1) - demisexual

Monarch (AGttDW 2) - asexual

Olive - demisexual

Rowan (AGttDW) - demisexual

Sawgrass - demisexual

Silverwash - asexual

#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire headcanon #wof headcanon

[bitterarcs]

I love you. A chain of words which littered, virtually plagued the lips of humans, yet the sentiment had never been said towards Reno, not even in jest. Not even by his parents. It did not matter; being graced in adoration by none other than Rufus ShinRa, the man who held the entire Planet in his palm, was everything and anything the Turk needed. When the blonde took the throne, he should have bet a hefty amount of gil that he, of all people, would be capable of wringing out the words from their President . . forced or not, it could have counted.

(  ❛  I love you, too. ❜  )

It was difficult to produce genuine tenderness in a face meant to display either cruelty or mischief, but Reno attempted his best as bare hand reached across the dining table to stroke the smooth flesh of Rufus' palm. The truth was within turquoise eyes, yet he was capable of demonstrating fondness through actions. Like a machine mimicking human behaviour, the Turk used the vile displays of affection he had seen in media and in public to produce a warmth of his own.

Thumb drew circles in his boss' hand, and he leaned his upper body forward as though desiring to steal a kiss despite the obstacle of a table and a meal before them. As tempting as it was to draw Rufus' hand to his mouth for a chaste kiss, his boss would surely murder him in privacy . . or worse, force him to shave his hair off. With a tender squeeze, Reno released his hand, feigning puppy-love reluctance, and looked down at the impressive spread of basted meats and charred vegetables.

(  ❛  I wanted to spoil you on our anniversary. You deserve it. ❜  )

Never mind the dinner was actually funded by the wealth of the ShinRa empire, but that was on a need to know basis. Reno offered a wink and a tiny laugh; a little bit of his true flair slathered in the dressings of devoted lover. Despite working an angle, some habits were simply too difficult to overcome — fingers threaded through partially slicked back onyx, not red, hairs. Upon remembering the copious amounts of hair product used to tame his spikes, he sheepishly dropped his hand, opting to pick up his fork instead.

Food was a good distraction. A distraction from the guise, however keen eyes continued to scan the crowd for any faces who appeared too curious for their own good. The sight of the steak, in truth, brought more of a smile than playing pretend with Rufus. He would definitely be rubbing this in Rude's face later. So tender, a knife was not necessary to butcher the medium-raw meat. Reno moaned low as it melted in his mouth, then caught himself and shot Rufus a knowing look.

"I love you." @sometimesrufus         (   is this a love confession, rufus ?  )

#[ ⁰⁰⁵ ; READING YOUR CONFESSIONS LIVE ON AIR ] #sometimesrufus

[who-is-this-weirdo]

Royal Sandwing Family (Part 1)

General Details:

The pattern Blister have in canon are kind of like the Symbols the Seawing royal family has on their wings, there's just least chances that it show up, but it's always a recessive gene

In this part we're seeing Oasis, her sisters and her Husband

Oasis

She/Her, Heterosexual

She used to be a good queen, her problem was that she didn't wanted to let go of the crown, she only had dragonnets because she had to, she was good to her subjects but not to her family, always dry, always thinking that everyone was here to get her, she never tried to get help, this lead to the war of succession, forever segmenting her legacy as "That dragoness who dragged hundreds into her grave"

She liked to listen to music and loves art in general, she had a royal orchestra and a royal painter

Oryx

She/Her, Lesbian

Oryx was quite similar to Blaze, she actually adored her nieces and nephew, she never wanted to be queen and was sad that her being viable for the throne tainted her relationship with Oasis, she tried many times to prove herself but it only made Oasis more paranoid, she was killed after a failed assassination attempt on Oasis, she was the first to jump in and tried to find out who had tried to poison her sister, that sadly made Oasis think that she was the one who did it, she was executed for treason

She loved to make jewellery

Onyx

She/Her, Aroace

For Onyx, family was everything, she always looked out for her sister's kids, she was a stereotypical cool aunt, but she had her flaws, and one of them is that she may think about the next thing she will say, but it wasn't gonna stop her saying what she thought, and confronting Oasis about her paranoia, telling her that if she treated her daugter better maybe she wouldn't have to be fearful of them and that she would have to loose her crown someday anyway, her last mistake

She loved to organise things

Char

He/Him, Bisexual

He started of as a happy dragon, headover heels for Princess Oasis, then she became queen, then they had dragonnets, then Oryx "betrayed" her, then Onyx "disappeared", he slowly turned into a jaded, cold dragon, Oasis' death was the last nail in his coffin, he stayed with Burn and watched as the family he builded with Oasis crumbled under its faulty foundations

He loved to fly, more then the regular dragon, he was the one to teach their dragonnets to fly

Next up will be Burn, Blister, Blaze, Scald, Singe and Smolder

#wof #wings of fire #my art #sandwing wof #oasis wof #char wof #wof rewrite #wof au

[elwenyere]

The Sea Is History

Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs? Where is your tribal memory? Sirs, in that grey vault. The sea. The sea has locked them up. The sea is History.

First, there was the heaving oil, heavy as chaos; then, like a light at the end of a tunnel,

the lantern of a caravel, and that was Genesis. Then there were the packed cries, the shit, the moaning:

Exodus. Bone soldered by coral to bone, mosaics mantled by the benediction of the shark's shadow,

that was the Ark of the Covenant. Then came from the plucked wires of sunlight on the sea floor

the plangent harps of the Babylonian bondage, as the white cowries clustered like manacles on the drowned women,

and those were the ivory bracelets of the Song of Solomon, but the ocean kept turning blank pages

looking for History. Then came the men with eyes heavy as anchors who sank without tombs,

brigands who barbecued cattle, leaving their charred ribs like palm leaves on the shore, then the foaming, rabid maw

of the tidal wave swallowing Port Royal, and that was Jonah, but where is your Renaissance?

Sir, it is locked in them sea-sands out there past the reef's moiling shelf, where the men-o'-war floated down;

strop on these goggles, I'll guide you there myself. It's all subtle and submarine, through colonnades of coral,

past the gothic windows of sea-fans to where the crusty grouper, onyx-eyed, blinks, weighted by its jewels, like a bald queen;

and these groined caves with barnacles pitted like stone are our cathedrals,

and the furnace before the hurricanes: Gomorrah. Bones ground by windmills into marl and cornmeal,

and that was Lamentations— that was just Lamentations, it was not History;

then came, like scum on the river's drying lip, the brown reeds of villages mantling and congealing into towns,

and at evening, the midges' choirs, and above them, the spires lancing the side of God

as His son set, and that was the New Testament.

Then came the white sisters clapping to the waves' progress, and that was Emancipation—

jubilation, O jubilation— vanishing swiftly as the sea's lace dries in the sun,

but that was not History, that was only faith, and then each rock broke into its own nation;

then came the synod of flies, then came the secretarial heron, then came the bullfrog bellowing for a vote,

fireflies with bright ideas and bats like jetting ambassadors and the mantis, like khaki police,

and the furred caterpillars of judges examining each case closely, and then in the dark ears of ferns

and in the salt chuckle of rocks with their sea pools, there was the sound like a rumour without any echo

of History, really beginning.

-- Derek Walcott

#poetry #derek walcott #baby you got a queue going

[thewordslam]

The Sea Is History by Derek Walcott

Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?

Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,

in that grey vault. The sea. The sea

has locked them up. The sea is History.

First, there was the heaving oil,

heavy as chaos;

then, like a light at the end of a tunnel,

the lantern of a caravel,

and that was Genesis.

Then there were the packed cries,

the shit, the moaning:

Exodus.

Bone soldered by coral to bone,

mosaics

mantled by the benediction of the shark's shadow,

that was the Ark of the Covenant.

Then came from the plucked wires

of sunlight on the sea floor

the plangent harps of the Babylonian bondage,

as the white cowries clustered like manacles

on the drowned women,

and those were the ivory bracelets

of the Song of Solomon,

but the ocean kept turning blank pages

looking for History.

Then came the men with eyes heavy as anchors

who sank without tombs,

brigands who barbecued cattle,

leaving their charred ribs like palm leaves on the shore,

then the foaming, rabid maw

of the tidal wave swallowing Port Royal,

and that was Jonah,

but where is your Renaissance?

Sir, it is locked in them sea-sands

out there past the reef's moiling shelf,

where the men-o'-war floated down;

strop on these goggles, I'll guide you there myself.

It's all subtle and submarine,

through colonnades of coral,

past the gothic windows of sea-fans

to where the crusty grouper, onyx-eyed,

blinks, weighted by its jewels, like a bald queen;

and these groined caves with barnacles

pitted like stone

are our cathedrals,

and the furnace before the hurricanes:

Gomorrah. Bones ground by windmills

into marl and cornmeal,

and that was Lamentations—

that was just Lamentations,

it was not History;

then came, like scum on the river's drying lip,

the brown reeds of villages

mantling and congealing into towns,

and at evening, the midges' choirs,

and above them, the spires

lancing the side of God

as His son set, and that was the New Testament.

Then came the white sisters clapping

to the waves' progress,

and that was Emancipation—

jubilation, O jubilation—

vanishing swiftly

as the sea's lace dries in the sun,

but that was not History,

that was only faith,

and then each rock broke into its own nation;

then came the synod of flies,

then came the secretarial heron,

then came the bullfrog bellowing for a vote,

fireflies with bright ideas

and bats like jetting ambassadors

and the mantis, like khaki police,

and the furred caterpillars of judges

examining each case closely,

and then in the dark ears of ferns

and in the salt chuckle of rocks

with their sea pools, there was the sound

like a rumour without any echo

of History, really beginning

[sothischickshe]

Who is Diane in good girls?👀

👋👋👋Diane was in seasons 3 & 4 of gg. She's played by noureen dewulf. She works at the strip club stan becomes security at and goes by krystal for that job, but intros herself as Diane to Ruby. She's paying off her mother's bills, responds to qs abt which food option she'd like with a generalised resounding yes, clearly has a lil crush on Ruby though also had some shiptease with annie, was a sometimes crime ally of the girls though also kinda ripped them off, is friends with Megan thee stallion's char (onyx I think?), and was generally pretty iconic!

#nbc good girls #tv #noureen dewulf #@ least that's how 👁️ remember it

[tears0fsatan]

▸ ❝ the fall. ❞

★! tw. mentions of blood&burning. just one of my many thoughts about the war and how i think lucifer really feels about it all.

the air was still, yet while cutting through it felt like shards of ice piercing his skin. the silence would've been deafening if it weren't for the howling wind and crackling fire. angels and rebels alike mourning the loss of their loved ones, blood from both sides tainting the holy land of the celestial realm.

samael一 no, lucifer's vision was blurry, he could hardly make out anything amongst the chaos of flames, deceased angels and rebels, flurry of charred feathers flying all over the place in the wind一 flurry of charred feathers? with the last ounce of strength left in his body, he turned his head to observe his surroundings.

his once magnificent plumage of pure white feathers was now tattered, many of his groomed feathers were gone- torched by the fire or ripped out by the enemy, leaving behind naked bloody patches of skin. the feathers that remained were stained with blood, the worst part was that he wasn't sure if the blood belonged to him or some other poor soul.

before his vision went black, he caught a glimpse of his brothers falling after him. they were severely injured, but they were alive, that was all that really mattered.

he felt tears pricking his eyes, and they were not from the cold.

it would've been a disgrace to say a side had won, nothing but death and loss had come about from the war.

it took millennia's for lucifer's wings to restore to their grandeur, though they were nowhere near their former glory. they were an onyx colour now, not to mention they were now half the size of what they once were. the two lower wings were unsalvageable, too scorched to be saved.

in the quiet of his new room, lucifer had burst into tears the first time he laid his eyes on the scars, they were an ugly reminder of his burdens, his burdens that nearly cost him his family's lives.

while lucifer didn't regret becoming a (traitor) demon, he often regretted bringing his beloved family down with him. while he was aware that they had fought in the war of their own accord, he wonders would they have done the same if he wasn't their oldest brother.

centuries had passed since the war, things were different now. angels, demons and humans were coexisting together, integrating into each others societies, lord diavolo's plan had worked. he was glad, really he was. it means he didn't go to war for nothing.

he was grateful in many ways for the war, his brothers were together once more, and most importantly, they were happy. his youngest brothers had seem to forgotten the war for the most part, only remembering the fall and the pain. of course, over the centuries the pain eased, becoming nothing more than a dull ache when the memories resurfaced.

but sometimes lucfier couldn't help but feel angry. on nights where he stared up at devildom's forever night sky, the sound of demons, angels and humans bustling about their daily lives, he's reminded of everything he's sacrificed to be where he was. on those nights, his skin feels like it's been set on fire, the scars especially, much like how they did when he fell.

he doubles over from the pain, teeth gritted in order to silence the sounds of agony from escaping his throat.

he can't bear the sight of them, the memories too painful to visit. during molting season, he ignores the ache of his wings begging for him to pay attention to them. it's his way of punishing himself, for all the misery his recklessness has caused. it's a reminder of how he must keep up his image as the responsible older brother, so he doesn't make another fatal mistake.

he doesn't think he'd be able to survive if history were to repeat itself, he's already lost enough.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

#៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 ramblez﹒💭 #obey me #omswd #obey me angst #obey me lucifer #lucifer angst

[stxriesfromash]

Headcanons / Verses

The Four Horsemen

150 years have passed since the death of The Destroyer (end of Darksiders 1), the great demon lord that terrorized the disastrous wasteland that was Earth after the premature triggering of the apocalypse, thought to have been begun by the Horsemen War - in truth, the Seventh of the Seals that bound the pact between Heaven, Hell, and Earth had been shattered by a Maker called Ulthane in conspiracy with the archangels Azrael and Abaddon in an attempt to give Heaven the upper hand in their ever lasting war with Hell. The demons, however, were prepared for the ploy and stormed the Earth before the Seventh Seal could be shattered, thus foiling Abaddon's plan and defeating the archangel. Abaddon would later fall from grace and become the terror known as The Destroyer.

The Charred Council knew of this but realized that the Horsemen (who would be summoned once all seven seals were broken to spark the end war and calling the lords of paradise and dregs of purgatory to the earthly plane so that the three Kingdoms can fight for the fate of creation) would not enact justice because of the lack of proof. Thus they conspired to send War and let him take the blame, that he would pursue the guilty out of revenge.

Now, 150 years later, the Council has since fallen silent - retreating from the domain they occupied that was destroyed in the final battle between the sin Envy and Fury (end of Darksiders 3). With the final remnants of Hell's armies slain, the surviving angels cast out from Heaven doing their part in repairing the damage done to Earth, the Horsemen themselves have agreed that the council must pay for their transgressions, but not just yet. In due time, they will be punished - but for now, The Horsemen have decided to lay dormant, awaiting for the day they are needed once more.

And what better way to spend their time than by mingling with the new generation of humans on Earth. Under the guise of humans themselves, the Horsemen live out these days standing guard, diligently watching for any malignant sign of the darker forces that may plague Eden once again - all the while, if they have to admit, indulging themselves along the way.

Each Horsemen has taken a human disguise and have sealed their true powers away in pieces of jewelry that they wear in their mortal form at all times - easily accessible to break whenever the time comes for them to unleash their full potential. - Death's conduit is a ring with an oval shaped onyx gemstone. - Strife wears a single silver earring that holds a blue tourmaline gemstone. - Fury's bracelet is her conduit with a fire opal gemstone. - and War has an amulet with a purple topaz embedded into it.

#the world in different parts (verses) #the four horsemen of the apocalypse (darksiders muses' headcanons)

[irldragonart]

i guess i should post these huh

the bright pink orange and green dragons are gonna be redesigned but im happy with the others

the characters here are Saffire (blue) Aurora (Purple) Spectra (dull purple pink) Onyx (Pinkish red) Amythist (bright pink) Spark (orange) Char (green)

#ocs #digital art #dragons #this be some main characters of mine!

[transboykirito]

which sao char has a cat that drools every time it comes to cuddle

definitely not how onyx is

definitely not

(help)

asuna and spicy mile also SMALL

#adorabl8dthirsty #asks