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kosmosian-quills · 2 years

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His Last Letter

A sad sad piece I was inspired to make for this week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial!

Set at the end/towards the end of the story.

POV: Anjelika/Angel

My hands are trembling as I take the hardback book from Michał's hand. It's a battered old thing. The pages worn away in the corners, the cover peeling away

"I've held on to it for almost a year for you, your majesty," he tells me, "I thought that you should have it.”

I run my fingers gently over the cover, where something has been either torn or cut out, leaving a strange hole in the centre. I open the book and on the first page, I am met with my father's signature.

Looping, controlled and with precision, it fills my heart with heavy, yet warm memories. Times when I had seen him sign his name. The way he curls the "j" in his forename, how he crosses the "ł" in his patronymic.

"Is this...?" I manage to croak out, not realising quite how painful it is to speak, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

"... Your father's diary, yes. Or, one of them," Michał looks down at me, "there weren't many, but this is the only one I could save. It starts around your birth, and ends..."

I turn to the next page. Sure enough, it's there - November 7th, 2005, scribed in that same loopy typography.

It has been an incredibly emotional few days. Two days ago, my daughter - my wonderful, angelic little girl - came into this world, and I couldn't be happier.

It feels wrong, it feels bad to read this. It feels like an intrusion, a forced entry into something I should never have read. Like I'm stepping on the incredibly private words of my late father.

I suppose, in a way, I am.

A part of me wants to close it here, to bury it in the deep recesses of my mind, and hide it away somewhere. Leave my father's words alone, let them stay unread and private.

But another part of me feels comforted by those words. I can read them in his voice. Feeling the love that he put into that sentence.

I skip forward a few pages and there is a photograph stuck in. An old, retro style photograph - square with a white border, slightly wider on the bottom, with a date written in neat calligraphy.

June 2006.

It's a little baby, presumably me, in front of a mirror with my hand resting on it. My head has turned to face the camera, like I was fascinated by my reflection, and someone called my name.

The entry below the photo says:

Anjelika loves her reflection, she loves talking to them. I could watch her all day.

I wipe away the tears in my eyes and realise that I'm in here alone now, Michał must have left me to read this by myself. A fact I am grateful for.

My heart aches when I look back down at the baby in the photo, little blue dress with smiling sunflowers looking back up at me. Father clearly loved me. I know he did. Why did he never show such affection as I grew older?

Why did he never play games or tell stories with me? It always seemed to be the matrons, my mother or - rarely - Dziadiu Jan.

I flip through the book further, my eyes catching on a newspaper cutting that has been stuck in close to the end of the book.

It's me, again. Except I remember this.

Crown Princess Anjelika officiates the centenery for the Związek Harcerstwa

Barely 2 years ago now.

Me, smiling to the cameras, holding a bunch of flowers that were gifted to me by the young ladies of the Związek Harcerstwa. I find it darkly humerous that this photo was published and not three hours afterwards, I had been held at gunpoint.

There's a whole three pages dedicated to this day. I suppose father had a lot to think about.

she's grown up so much... I regret that my mother isn't alive to see her granddaughter as she begins to follow in not just mine, but her footsteps... I was close to losing her today. I don't know what I would have done...

A loose piece of paper slips out of the back of the book as I flip forward again. I bend down to pick it up, and I realise that it's...

My beloved daughter, Anjelika,

My heart races. My chest tightens. My eyes fill with tears.

It pains me to write this. I have thought long and hard about what you were telling me.

You are my only child, and seeing you so upset by what I was suggesting has made me battle my own ideas about what is best for you. Please understand that all I wanted was for you to be looked after, I wanted you to become a woman who was loved and respected by someone she loved, who loved her equally in return, like the relationship your mother and I share. You never knew your grandparents on my side, but I was mortified at the thought of never seeing you have a family of your own.

I can understand now that forcing my idea of what is the best thing for you was not how I should have approached this. You know yourself better than I do, and your desire to remain unmarried for now is something I should have respected. The fact that I tried to force you into agreeing to court someone you barely know has sickened me, and I am sorry for trying to do that to you. I hope you can forgive me.

I most especially should not have done this in light of what happened last year. I should have known better, and yet I did not see it.

I hope we can speak about this clearly tomorrow, and work together to decide the future you see yourself in, and I will be beside you with your mother every step of the way.

In my heart always,

your father

#my writing #my oc's #my wip #WIP: Angel #POV: Anjelika #this was sad ok #im crying

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ultrainfinitepit · 2 months

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Aromantic and Asexual angels

#pride angels #wip #aromantic #asexual

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chernozemm · 8 months

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because I prayed these words: I want

#good omens #good omens 2 #angel crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #myart #i have like 5 art wips and two fics which are taking forever because they are all involved pieces #so i have been stewing in an art block #i needed something simple #had sm fun with the colours #sometimes a piece gets away from me #idk why it feels so wistful and one sided #man

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ohvun · 2 months

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D E V I L C H I L D >:D

I just think it'd be cool if her demonia fleur was a lil more grotesque yk?

Got super inspired seeing this post by rly cool @wigglesdtuff about a year ago and finally finished it!!:D

I ended up using a picture of a figurine to get the wings to work better bc I was s t r u g g e l i n g ;-;

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hoaxghost · 6 months

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"An angel with nothing but hate within doesn't stay an angel long"

#a wip but for a larger project ive been chipping away at and feeling good for #angel #file recovery #angel oc

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flipp-ppilf · 6 months

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Take some Oopsie!Omens before i sleep. This thing is completely taking over my brain. Might finish it tomorrow. Their clothes and everything that is written are just headcanons that are probably very incorrect (except for azazel's reflective glasses that i saw being mentioned in one of asleepy's asks). Au made by @asleepyy !!!

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artofrhues · 27 days

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As a little treat for our favourite leggy bois birthday, I thought I'd post a few little wip frames from the current animatic I'm working on 😉

#hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #wips #storyboards #artofrhues #art of rhues

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shimmershy · 8 months

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Legend has it, an 'angel' who has seen the surface will descend from above and bring us freedom....

#undertale #my art #safeutdr #chara dreemurr #frisk #frisk dreemurr #frisk undertale #chara #chara undertale #I've had these sitting in my wip folder (colored but not shaded yet) for almost exactly a yearrrrr. I'm glad I finally finished them #I thought it would be cool to draw something where Frisk and Chara had parallel angel imagery #in reference to the whole legend of the 'angel from the surface' thing #and also representing the fact that they both had a lot of pressure and expectation put on them to save the monsters because of the legend #so like. parallels. symbolism. yippee!#I'm really happy with the way they turned out AND the composition and idea in general I think it's cool 👉👈

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marthalovesu · 4 days

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Got inspired by discussion with my friendo lately. She said it makes her a bit upset theres Luci x Adam x Lilith/Eve but no with Lute, cuz Lucifer obvi didn’t even know her

So I made a lil comic for her :3

#adamsapple #guitarduck #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #guitarspear #adam x lute #lucifer x adam #lucifer x adam x lute #Charlie’s father’s angels???#wip ot3 name….

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averageanonymous · 27 days

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The road so far...

🎶 Oh, I'm almost there 🎶

The hardest part of this painting so far has been how dang SHINY the black is. It makes it murderously difficult to take a decent picture of it that doesn't have all the details obscured, which is why so many of my progress photos are taken at wierd angles.

#good omens #crowley #starmaker #angel crowley #angel!crowley #angel #good omens art #traditional art #current wip #good omens fanart #fanart

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kosmosian-quills · 2 years

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Meeting of the Minds

The follow up to Kazimiera’s introductory piece!

Had fun with the dialogue here :D

POV: The General

"We've got her, sir," the Lieutenant in my doorway announces to me.

I click the lighter, and bring the flame to the cigarette in my hand as I look out of the open window, out at the courtyard in the barracks. There's a pair of soldiers marching across from the barracks to the main building, the moon high in the sky, just barely illuminating the stone yard.

I take a drag of the cigarette. "Bring her in."

There's the shuffling of feet and heavy footsteps, the tell-tale tiny *clink-clink* of handcuffs, and the ear piercing scrape of a chair being dragged across the floor, before the Lieutenant's voice hisses "sit."

I finally turn to look at my honoured guest.

Seated in front of my desk was a woman. Looking somewhat unkempt, likely from her transport here. She had a graze on her bare arm, and her hair - whilst still tied up - was a mess of half up, half down. Her gaze was steely and unwavering, her lips pursed together, she was sat straight up with her cuffed hands on her lap. A burning passion was hidden in her face, the way she soundlessly watched me.

I make my way back towards my seat, taking another drag of the cigarette, before flicking the smouldering ashes into the ashtray. I look from the woman to the Lieutenant, still stood to attention behind her.

"Get her out of those handcuffs, Lieutenant," I sit down, looking the soldier in the eyes, "she won't cause trouble, I am sure."

She clenched her fists at my words, her lips somehow tightening further.

"Yes, sir."

Barely a few seconds later and she is released from the cuffs she was brought here in. She wrung her hands around her wrists where the cuffs had been, looking between myself and the Lieutenant.

I put my cigarette down on the ashtray, the acrid smell lingering in the air as I do so. "You can leave us, Lieutenant."

With a short "Sir" and a salute, I am left with the woman in my office as the door closes behind the soldier. For a few seconds, neither me nor the woman said a word, just considering each other for a while. Smart. Saying nothing means that I cannot misunderstand what she says.

"I trust your journey here was a comfortable one?" I ask, watching for how she reacts.

She barely does so, a slight twitch of the shoulders but certainly no response. I reach into my pocket for my cigarettes and my lighter, and reach over my desk to offer her one. Something that she, again, both says and does nothing in response to, even when I shake the carton a little in my hand.

Cold reception.

I put both the lighter and carton on my desk before sitting back in my seat.

"I don't plan on sitting in silence all evening, so I would appreciate your co-operation in this matter."

"Am I under arrest?" she asks simply and resolutely.

Oh, she speaks! I wouldn't have known otherwise.

I have to supress a chuckle. "Are you still in handcuffs?" I ask, reaching for my cigarette again and taking a drag, "no, you are not under arrest. If you walk out of that door you will be taken back to your home with no consequence."

She starts to stand up and turn around. Brave of her, to be certain.

I raise my voice. "However, I have a proposition, of a sort, that I think you might want to listen to."

She does stop, only to turn around and give me a deadpan reply. "Please never say 'proposition' like that again."

"Have I caught your interest?"

"You had me kidnapped and brought here. I quite frankly don't trust you."

"I suppose I shall have to do something to change that," I put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, and open the folder in front of me and read the name of the first profile. "Do you know a Filip Adamski Nowak?" I remove the photo from the paperclip and hold it up to show her

"Never heard of them." She says it simply, barely paying the photo any mind.

I put the photo down and hold up my index finger. "That's lie number one. Because they led me to you." I flip the page over to the next profile. Unclipping the mug shot attached and showing her once more. "Do you know a Szymon Janowski Lisowski?"

"No."

I hold up two fingers this time. "Lie number two - because they are whom we arrested in connection with the attempted kidnapping of the Crown Princess."

I put the photo back down, leaning forward on my desk and staring right into her steely gaze as I stress the accusation made against the individual in question.

"That's a highly treasonous offense. Prison time is inevitable," I look down at the papers again, pausing for a moment before looking back at her, "I'm sure you'd like to change that."

"By taking their place?" She scoffed, "Fuck off with that, I have no idea who those people are."

"No. By taking the King out of his place."

There's a very distinct silence on her part as she takes in my words. Her eyes widen briefly, before she furrows her eyebrows, her hands balling into fists.

"What did you say?"

"There's no use being coy about it," I shrug, flipping to the next dossier in the folder in front of me and reading from it, "I know you're Kazimiera Wiktorewska Grudzienska, 39 years old, born February 18th 1987, currently resides in the housing estate just outside of Zkwiatami at 18 Wrzesińska, and you are the second in command of the group whom has claimed responsibility for the attack and attempted kidnapping."

It was here that I looked back up at her. The colour had drained from her face, lips pursed to a thin line, her stare could have killed. Hit the nail on the head, I suppose. She didn't even try to deny it.

I pull out a photo from the back of the folder and keep it close to me, before I close the dossier entirely, hiding the remainder of the folder from her view.

"I know your entire manifesto is to remove the Royal Family from power. You thought that kidnapping the Crown Princess was a clever way to force the King to abdicate," I stood up from my seat and started to make my way around the desk, still hiding the photo from her, "and I'll tell you a secret - it almost worked. I saw the King when he saw his daughter in your comrade's clutches, I was right there when he thought he was about to watch his daughter die. He would have done anything to stop that."

I stand before her now, towering over her.

"The only reason it didn't was because of the incompetence of the men you had on the ground there."

I showed her the photograph. The man, this Szymon, the leader of the group, on the ground being arrested whilst half a dozen police officers surround him. She looks at the photo, her comrade, and I can see her nostrils flare as she tries to keep her breathing steady. Easier said than done, trying to hide that from me.

I turn away, "I must admit, I'm impressed at your brazen attempt to force the King out of power this way," I put the photo back on my desk, and pick up my cigarette from the edge of the ashtray, taking a drag before continuing, "as unexpected as this may be, we share a goal."

"Why would we share a goal?"

She finally speaks up once more.

"Why do you want the King out of power? You're only in your position because of him."

I can't suppress the chuckle at her naivete, turning around to face her before answering.

"I think you'll find I earned my place, my rank, by working hard and rising to the top. It just so happens that the King is a few rungs ahead of where I want to be."

"So you want the King out of power... why, again?"

"Let's just say, that the last few years we've drifted apart somewhat. Failed to see eye to eye on certain matters, especially matters of national security," I stub my cigarette out into the ashtray, the remnants of smoke flittering into the air, "he seems to think that being apathetic is the way forwards, whereas I think strengthening our hold is the only way to prevent a total breakdown of our entire way of life. We're a small country in a big world. Looking after ourselves is all we have."

"What a noble fucking cause. I want him out because the Royal Family displaced mine with little warning or compensation, then tried to deny it ever happened. That entire system is rotten."

I waited for her to end her vitriolic and impassioned speech, and then took the carton of cigarettes and lighter from my desk, opening the carton, and offering one to her.

"Sounds like we're in agreement, pani Grudzienska."

She narrows her eyes, considering me. The last remnants of that skepticism melting away as she came closer and accepted the lighter and a cigarette, lighting it, and handing it back to me.

She takes a long drag as I replace them into my pocket, eyeing me carefully.

"So what is your proposition?"

"I'm glad you asked."

I gestured for her to sit down on the seat and she accepted.

"Your group. It's certainly passionate, and you have worthy goals and ideas, but you lack organisation. You lack the ability to see the bigger picture. Any kind of pressure on your bottom line and all of your plans will crumble. It's why I admire your brazen plan to kidnap the Princess, but ultimately, it failed where it counted. So - I propose that I help train your men. With a few of my trusted soldiers we will train your organisation to be the best they can be."

"And in return?"

"You listen to me. I am the King's top military advisor for a reason, pani Grudzienska. I know what I am talking about. I know how we can both see the King out of his throne.

"That does not answer my question. Why should we listen to you?"

"I'm in the position that I am because I earned it - I worked from the bottom up. I have military experience that you lack, and I believe that I shall be a great asset to your cause."

I fold my arms, waiting to see if she will ask something else of me.

"So? Do we have a deal?"

She looks around the room. From me, to the floor, to the window. Weighing her options for as long as she has that cigarette, blowing smoke over her shoulder. I hold the ashtray in front of her and she takes the offer of flicking the ashes away.

With another determined stare, she pulls the corner of her lips into a smirk, and holds her right hand out for me to shake.

"I doubt we'll get a better offer anywhere else."

I return the gesture and shake her hand.

"General Juliusz Gniewek. At your service."

"You already know my name," she says shortly, blowing a puff of smoke over her shoulder again, and admittedly I rather enjoy her sarcastic answer, "glad to be working with you, General."

I walk back around to my side of the desk, picking up the folder of information that I have on her and her associates. "I'll have my men drop you off where we picked you up. You shan't come to any harm. I'll be in touch soon."

"Good to know that you finally learned how to treat a lady."

She comes over to my desk and stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"One more thing," she leans onto my desk, "if all you wanted was a simple chat, why would you drag me here handcuffed and manhandled?"

I turn around to put the folder in a filing cabinet, smiling to myself as I reply.

"I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to demonstrate that I, in fact, know how to kidnap someone off the street without fuss, or witnesses."

She scoffs in return, "funny that there isn't armed security around me, unlike the fucking Princess."

"You forget that I am -" I point to myself as I stress the word, "- the armed security around the Princess. You want her, you need me."

She raised her eyebrows, stupefied by my retort. Two can play at that game, Grudzienska. And I will win.

#my writing #my oc's #my wip #WIP: Angel #POV: The General

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ultrainfinitepit · 1 month

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Pride Angels 2024

All my planned Pride Angels for this year's upcoming pin campaign. I will spend the next few months leading up to the campaign polishing these designs, adding shading and so on. Minor edits to be expected. Subscribe to the pre-launch page to be notified when the campaign is live!

Since the polls were close on a few designs, the following alternate designs will be made available as well.

Below the cut is the list of flags and FAQ.

Here are all the flags.

Abrosexual

Achillean

Agender

Ally

Aroace

Aromantic

Asexual

Bigender

Bisexual

Cupioromantic

Cupiosexual

Demiboy

Demigender

Demigirl

Demiromantic

Demisexual

Diamoric

Gay

Genderfae

Genderfaun

Genderfluid

Genderflux

Genderqueer

Intersex

Lesbian

Lithosexual

Neptunic

Nonbinary

Omnisexual

Pangender

Pansexual

Polyamorous

Polysexual

Queer

Queerplatonic

Questioning

Rainbow/Progress Pride

Sapphic

Toric

Transgender

Trixic

Uranic

Voidpunk

Pride Angels FAQ

What is Pride Angels?

It is my series of angel designs in the colors of different Pride flags. I am planning to make the Pride Angels into stickers, pins, keychains, patches, and lanyards. The campaign is planned for June 2024, after Angelology IV. You can follow the pre-launch page to be notified when the campaign launches.

Can you draw X for the Pride Angels series?

Before inquiring, please check that your request is not already complete! I am not taking requests for any new flags at this time, but read on for how you can request a Pride Angel during the pin campaign. After I complete this series this year, I am not planning to make any more Pride Angels.

About the Pride Angels design request pledge tier:

If you would like to request a Pride Angel, I will have a pledge tier available in the pin campaign to pay to request one. Outside these pledge tiers I will not be accepting any requests. Please save your requests for the pin campaign!

If you nab one of the design request pledges, you can request a flag and optionally suggest a theme or inspiration. If I shared a design you liked that I ended up not going with, you could request that too.

Where can I find the 2022 Pride Angels merch?

Most of the past Pride Angels have been discontinued in my main shops, but you can still find them as pins, stickers, keychains, and patches with my stockists.

I liked an old design better. Will the old designs be available during the campaign?

Depending on order quantity I will make the 2022 Pride Angels available as stickers, keychains, pins, and patches. If they don’t meet the order threshold they will not be funded.

Can I draw a Pride Angel too?

Of course, I don’t own angels or Pride flags! If I inspired you I would love to be tagged to see and share your design.

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