#angel coal

[redteawitch]

3,4,7,18,20,25 for your group :3

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish. Shi: May 18th, Taurus Angel: October 31st, Scorpio Ed: December 19th, Sagittarius Clover: November 27th, Sagittarius

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC? Shi: red, black, purple - anything royal and rich Angel: light blue, brown, russet - colours of ores and earthy tones Ed: purple, red, navy blue, white - anything sciencey Clover: greens, browns, pinks - rich earthy tones

7) Does your OC have a favorite and least favorite food? Shi and Ed were both lavished so aren't too picky about what they eat, though Shini is very childlike in that he takes a while to eat vegetables. As for Angel and Clover, their lives have made it so they can't be picky or they run the risk of starvation, though Clover isn't too fond of porridge/oatmeal.

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear? Shi: Losing his loved ones again and not being able to stop it Angel: Being abused and used again Ed: His nightmares coming true Clover: She's yet to reveal that to me but has hinted that it has something to do with Seth

20) What hobbies does your OC have? All the boys share sword play and training as a hobby. Shi: Wine making, gardening and playing violin Angel: Smithying, jewelry making Ed: Researching and experimenting to find new medical advancements Clover: Archery, baking, painting, singing

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it? Shini: I'm a huge weeb and I was like >.> in my late teens early twenties when I chose it. Plus it seems to fit him since he's surrounded by death. Angel: He looks like an (stereotypical) angel so it was an easy choice Edward: Surprised me. It just came to me, his original name was Inoy- a name I just made up on the spot because he needed one. Clover: I've always loved the name and it was fitting for a Dryad.

#hailtothepumpkinqueen #kai is asked #thank you for the ask! #shini blitz #edward inoy southbridge #angel coal #clover mcloughlin

[deadpanwalking]

Good evening, why do you think americans are obsessed with Doctor Zhivago and what do you think of the novel?

I'm being charitable when I say that there are maybe five Russian books that John Liquor American can readily name, and all of them have been made into movies and/or musicals. With Zhivago, part of the reason it became a cultural touchstone so quickly has to do with the circumstances of its publication in the United States during the Cold War, closely followed by the epic David Lean film, in which Omar Sharif is so hot that it hardly matters that the movie itself is mid.

In regards to Zhivago's specific appeal to American sensibilities, I think a lot of it has to do with that adage about how an English language romance begins with a kiss and ends in a wedding, while a Russian language romance will begin with a kiss and end in Siberia. The weddings are fun but after all that stale cake, you want to want, and you want to be left wanting.

My relationship with Doctor Zhivago is that it's fundamental to my understanding of human dignity and human frailty. It is also a very nice love story.

#raised by atheists who told me pushkin created the world and tolstoy populated it #but pasternak sighed and exhaled all the stars into a vast night sky to make the loneliness sweeter to bear #i find that it's difficult to quantify the breadth and depth of certain kinds of beauty in english #i'm fluent but sometimes i'll be reaching for a sentiment and an angel appears to redirect my hand to a hot coal on which to burn my tongue #hayward translation is fine p&v is fine too but nobody has done much of note with the poetry—i do appreciate the effort #people should keep trying. i certainly will. that's what we do!! #russian literature #boris pasternak #doctor zhivago #assbox #anonymous

[inbtwner]

good morning xoxo

painted and sketched some naked ladies this morning. here are my favs lol

i write poetry btw

follow if you like that stuff & i’ll follow you back and be active because i love you …

#poetry #original poets on tumblr #original poetry #writers and poets #acrylic paint #painting #dark academia #wlw #wlw ns/fw #writing #literature #literary criticism #excerpts #quotes #daily quotes #bpd thoughts #bpd splitting #actually bpd #narcissistic abuse #narcissism #sketch #coal drawing #rupi kaur #emily dickinson #maya angelou #the tortured poets department #writers and readers #poets corner #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes

[constantvariations]

Genuinely confused by people calling Blake Belladonna a woman of color because of her parents like?? The parents straight up didn't exist until V4. Blake precedes them by years. She was created in the era where if there a character of color, you were blasted in the face about how Othertm they were a la Flynt FUCKING Coal

Tossing in last second parents of color does not a Blake of color make

#rwde #another way to poc are othered in rwby designs is having skin NOT the color of an oncoming rapture #who needs LED lights when you have 99.9% of the rwby cast? #theres this one tiktok hating on LED lights and one of the comments is 'i hate driving at night and seeing AN ANGEL OF THE LORD' #thats what it's like watching early rwby at 3am lmao #anyone else incapable of saying anything besides flynt FUCKING coal bc of hbombs video? it lives in my head rent free

[shshshquietnow]

I'm aware I'm not super consistent when it comes to serieses, nor would it be a good idea to start one right before a tech week, but I need to get the idea out.

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Coal-black Catch I

Contents: child whumpee, fallen angel whumpee, demon whumper, mentioned corrupt leadership (sort of? They get in trouble for asking questions), dehumanization, future pet whump, hunting traps/net, trophy hunting whumper

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It had been a few questions, only a few questions... Kiran had just wanted to know why the angels weren't allowed to help the demon riddled world out. The mortals were suffering and they were angels, and all their teachers said they were saved to help...

But it was Kiran's fault, they should have just trusted the archangels. They were already weak, not useful. Too soft... it's a wonder they didn't fall sooner. Which is really saying something, being only twelve years old.

They still aren't used to their skin feeling so fragile, or their wings so heavy. Kiran could still fly of course- while they were stripped of divine magic, the arch angels would be appalled at the idea of taking away flight. But their wings were an inky black now... Kiran's stomach twisted whenever they caught the corner of their eye.

The archangels gifted Kiran the grace of not falling to the city. With the amount of demons running around, they'd be a death sentence. No, Kiran was in the quiet of the forest, surviving. They may be fallen,but they still weren't quite mortal, even without the radiant magic. They didn't need to eat nearly as much as a mortal might, though they did need to sleep now, they noticed...

And while they could fly it... maybe wasn't safe to. Demons wouldn't have wings like angels, but Kiran had heard the horror stories, of demons that would shoot angels out of the sky with spears or bows or even spells. And they still didn't really know where they were, only the fourth day apart from the heavens.

Kiran was watching their feet when it happened, was the worst part, really thinking and trying not to step on any sharp rocks or twigs or roots. They hadn't realized how little their feet touched the ground in heaven, always hovering... on earth Kiran's feet were already calloused.

But all of a sudden they were yanked harshly off the ground by some rough material, criss crossed ropes in a net. Kiran's wings were pushed awkward close to their back, knees and legs curled in as well. Their feathers bent uncomfortably rubbed against the ropes, everything made Kiran's already delicate frame curl in to be smaller.

What?! This wasn't- no one ever said anything about traps. Why would someone put a trap out anyway?! And then not be by it... Kiran yelped as they were pulled up, if anyone was near they'd have revealed themselves...

Kiran was breathing too fast, way too fast. They shivered, feathers ruffling as they attempted to hug their wings even closer, for SOME form of protection. They didn't know who set this trap. Even if a mortal did they'd hand them right over to a demon... demons hated angels.

Oh Kiran was dead. Dead dead. Dead dead or worse. That's what the archangels had said, they never went into detail but Kiran couldn't imagine what could be worse than death.

They were there- suspended in the air and in suspense for what felt like hours. They were caught in the morning- the sky wasn't orange but it hadn't got quite blue yet- but the sun was nearly directly above by the time Kiran heard anything.

Footsteps, quite a few. That alone made Kiran rigid as rocks. Clanky like metal as well, shouting and some laughing. The angel's heart stopped when the party came into view.

Every voice was adorned with horns, red and black and a few purple, twisting and sharp and branching... clear markers of demons, all with the scary bows the teachers had told them about, and most had ropes at their belts too. In the center was a cart pulled by... horses maybe? If Kiran remembered their names- strong looking beasts pulling behind them more weapons, as well as a man with black horns that went all up and over, almost like that moose Kiran saw yesterday.

Kiran was dead. Dead as a stone.

The demon on the cart pulled the reigns to stop the beasts, hopping off and motioning for the other demons to stay. He must have been the leader, he was wearing the nicest clothes, some jewelery as well, not fit for hunting. He wasn't the biggest of the group per say, but he clearly was athletic. He made his way over to the net, stopping some twenty feet away with wide eyes, before continuing on with a new look of... wonder? Vigor?

"Well aren't you quite the catch..." the demon put his hands on his hips, looking up at Kiran. They couldn't breath, thwy were too small their wings hurt they wanted to fly away away and they wanted to say sorry to the archangels and never speak again and maybe they'd take them back- Kiran gripped the net with white knuckles, like they could climb and clamber away. "Been a while since I've seen an angel on my grounds, let alone fallen..."

That caught the attention of the other demons, as they made their way forward as the leader cut Kiran from the net, falling unceremoniously to the ground in a heap of feathers. Before they could recover, a heavy boot pressed on their back, between their wings. Not wanting to risk damaging their wings or any sort of extra attention than they were already about to receive, they went deathly still.

"What an interesting creature..." the leader leaned down, pulling on Kiran's wing in a less than gentle way to splay out the feathers, making them hiss in pain, trembling a little. "You know that fallen angels are stripped of their magic near completely? It's like they were made to just be collected by whatever demon finds them first. What's your name, pet?"

"I don't- my name is Kiran-" their feathers flared out involuntarily, like they were trying to look big in front of a predator. "I'm sorry for intruding in your forest it won't happen- you don't ever have to see me again please let me go I didn't mean-"

"Oh you really are adorable," the demon chuckled, a sick bit of glee in his voice. "No sweetheart, you're much to rare a find to play catch and release."

He pulled Kiran to their feet, quickly grabbing both their wrists and tying them behind their back. He tugged on Kiran's wing- not caring that their breath hitched whenever he did so- and directed her over to sit beside him in the cart. They hunched their shoulders, trying to cover themselves as much as possible from view behind their feathers.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart-" he cooed. Kiran's skin crawled as he stroked his fingers through his wings. "Just keep being all scared and obedient like this and this will be plenty pleasant for the both of us."

"Lord Andras," a gruffer looking demon behind the cart called. All the other huntsmen had yet to take their eyes off Kiran- the oddity of the hour- and this one was no different. They hated the feeling of the staring... "are we to head back to the manor for the day then?"

The demon- Lord Andras (Kiran managed to get caught by a demon Lord, they was so very screwed) hummed, looking down at his prize. "I suppose we should, I don't want to have to deal with complications in the night, so best start arranging things early. But you won't give me trouble, will you sweetheart..."

Kiran barely suppressed a squeak as he squeezed the back of their neck. Andras was smiling, she hadnt realized just how sharp his teeth were. "N- of course not, no..."

He cooed again, before turning away and clapping twice. "Back to the manor then, everyone! This has certainly been a successful hunting trip."

The horse beasts started moving again, as the demons talked among themselves. Kiran couldn't focus on any of them though, even as they picked up they were a topic of conversation a few times, the only think they could process was Andras's hand on their wings.

#whump #quiet whispering #whumper #fantasy whump #whumpee #magic whumpee #magic whumper #possessive whumper #demon whumper #fallen angel whumpee #angel whumpee #coal black catch

[chao-studios]

havoc's feeling well enough ta party today! <3

(shreds thru boring rappin paper) havoc: "a box of of tissues.. ._. how err thoughtful!" "oh wait there's somethin rapped in this tissue" o.o "oooooh a shiny black rock wit rainbows thru it" <3 XD

an angel decends from da heavens! :D

#sonic #adventure #2 #chao #dark #garden #snow #clash #kudu #havoc #threspiian #christmas #party #romantic #healthy #music #gift #coal #tissue #angel #star #sparkle #heaven #sega #team #honey #spiret

[thebnha-auhoard]

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #bnha au #my hero academia au #mha #boku no hero academia au #mha au #mod asphodel #fandom polls #asphodel angels #asphodel angels au #canary in a coal mine au #canary in a coal mine #cyberbites au #cyberbites #orbit borealis au #orbit borealis #the worst time to be in au #worst time #wonder in the stars au #wonder in the stars

[60sgroove]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISSY SPACEK ♡

What's normal? I think I'm normal... Maybe I'm abnormal because I get such a thrill from real life, just real life, everyday things.

#sissy spacek #filmedit #film #movie #moviegifs #carrie 1976 #Coal Miner's Daughter #editsm #gifsm #ily queen my christmas angel

[greeneyezblackheart]

I am really hurtin’ over Loretta. 🥺💔

Coal Miner’s Daughter, 1980 dir. Michael Apted

#rest in peace angel #loretta lynn #queen of country music #rip loretta lynn #coal miners daughter #favorite movies #sissy spacek #tommy lee jones #michael apted #80s nostalgia #country music

[the-nameless-wacky-inventor]

carbon monoxide thing going off at 1 am I thought we were being visited by angels

#ITS FINE WERE FINE IT WAS JUST A BATTERY THING #I didn’t hear it as a beep at first though I heard it as one single high-pitched note #half asleep me who has been watching too many markiplier horror videos just went #‘Ah. Its the angels.’ #Though the puppy is the smallest she became our canary for a minute #SHE SAT DOWN??? DOES THAT MEAN WERE ALL GONNA DIE #I read the saturdays where their house was filled with coal gas and they only survived because their dog started barking when I was like 8 #And never quite recovered

[sunlessea]

How are you ruined? ft the "too human" squad

adrien / ruined by trauma

you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

winter / ruined by apathy

you cant bring yourself to care. you hate that you cant feel what you used to be able to feel. you hate that you cant be happy. you hate that you cant bring yourself to actually hate. your apathy has swallowed you and immersed you in a well of nothingness. you cant feel what you cant forget. you cant see what you close your eyes to. you choose to feel nothing, and you have lost everything because of it.

elysium / ruined by loneliness

you are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude. you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out, to ask for help. you will be forgotten by all who never knew you. your biggest fear is that you will die alone, and you know this fear will be seen to fruition. you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in. and it is a box that no one dare come near. you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself.

lucius / ruined by fear

you live on the edge of your seat, but it is not a good thing. youre constantly looking over your shoulder, unsure of what will hurt you next. you have been hurt so much, but you refuse to adapt to your pain. instead, you avoid what you cannot control. you are so afraid of making a mistake, of being brought closer to your doom. but, despite this, you cannot articulate what you fear. you are just afraid. only afraid. and you will be afraid until you are brought to what you fear.

moriarty / ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

#man......................... #ow #KJMERKHJM #` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods. #` ✞ adrien. ⁞ all my life i’ve been so lonely‚ all in the name of being holy. #` ✞ winter. ⁞ you can’t love anyone‚ because that would mean you have a heart. #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil. #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #what a liNEUP #long post / #` ✞ introspection. ⁞ below the surface‚ did we deserve this? #some non-masters for once #closes eyes

[redteawitch]

Angel has decided he’s going as Shini for Halloween.

Shini has decided to mock Ed for Halloween

#Kai clips #angel coal #Shini blitz #Edward Inoy Southbridge #one of the two will die can you guess which?

[ectherapy]

can we please start romanticizing box black hair with blonde roots PLEASE (im starting it now)

#meow #representing delicate innocence with an attempt to protect #like angels coating themselves in coal dust #canaries in mines #ducklets in oil

[ihatewizards]

Old painting from like last year idk

I'm sick now so that's nice

#the fallen angel #traditional art #drawing #art #my art #coal art

[rockinshots]

Coal Chamber turned the heat up at Toyota Pavillion in Concord.

📷 @rockinshots @coalchamberofficial @mnprmagazine @toyotapavilionatconcord

#coal chamber #los angeles bands #nu metal #gothicmetal #alternativemetal #toyota pavilion at concord #ravendivito #rockinshots #concertphotographer #concertphotography #livemusic #concerts #supportlivemusic #rockandrollphotography #rockandrollphotographer #musicphotographer #musicphotography #concertshots #concertshot #women photographers #women in the pit #canon photography

[shshshquietnow]

Yes yes I have many unanswered prompts, but this was the vibe I had today, so I had to chase the feeling.

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Coal-Black Catch II

Contents: child whumpee, dehumanization, "it" as a non preferred pronoun, sadistic whumper, intimate whumper, pet whump (sort of? Maybe display whump is a better description), manhandling, noncon touching

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Andras... didn't pay Kiran much mind the whole way back. Not that Kiran minded THAT, they did not like any attention from the demon whatsoever. He still had an arm around them, grazing through their feathers idly as he shouted commands at the other demons and the horses.

But Kiran couldn't stop looking at Andras. Thet were frozen, even in the bumpy chariot ride home they couldn't bring themself to rip their eyes from the potential threat, it was like trying to look away from a snake you knew was about to strike. They were in danger, danger danger, Andras could do anything to Kiran at any moment and Kiran couldn't do anything and no one would help them...

... but already from that Kiran could see a few things. The demon liked gold, he wore a necklace and a few rings and earrings, and very fancy clothes. Andras had two scars on his purple-y skin, and a few nicks on his twisting horns. One that went straight across his nose, and one that looked like scratches right on his brow.

"... what are all those cuts from?" The world's were out before Kiran even realized, voice small, barely audible over the wheels going over roots and rocks.

"You're a curious one, aren't you?" Andras smirked, moving his hand from their wings to their hair, petting the back of their head while keeping their eyes on the road. It made Kiran's skin crawl. "Hunting incidents, if you must know, sweetheart. Well,the one across my nose was from a spar. I'm quite the swordman, everyone here can attest. Maybe you'll see me in a duel, I'd love to show you off at a tournament... hm. Once you're a little more cleaned up. One would think you've been wandering the woods for years before I claimed you."

Andras... liked talking a lot. Arrogant. They could use that... not now of course, but he didn't seem to see Kiran as intelligent, as a collectable item. They filed the details away... eventually he'd get over confident, and Kiran would have a window to escape. That was it.

... and while Kiran was getting out of here- away from his touch and away from being a... what, decoration? Away from having their whole life being reduced to looking pretty for demons, if Kiran got some answers while captured... there'd be no harm done, and they'd know more to not ever get caught again.

It's fine. This is... it's not fine at all. It's very bad. But be smart, don't reveal anything, take everything in and and find out as much as possible and get out. Kiran could do that much, they've always been too smart for their own good.

"Your feathers are ruffling," Andras chuckled, lightly sing song. "Does that mean you're scared?"

Kiran hesitated. Their whole plan felt so out the window once Andras was actually looking at them. Gods they were really powerless here... they were approaching a large building, Andras's manor, and everyone would be working and looking for Andras's approval, and Kiran would have nothing.

They nod shakily, just once. They were terrified.

Andras smiled, flashing his sharp teeth and ruffling Kiran's oily matted black hair. He hopped out of his seat onto the paved path up to the manor. "Lovely, all the easier to tame."

He took one of Kiran's wings, nails digging, and yanked them out of the cart by it. A few demons snickered at the surprised and pained yelp, Andras looking down at them with such a glint in his eyes... he enjoyed that.

He enjoyed that.

"Hurry along now!" Andras clapped his hands held high, looking to the other demons he had been hunting with. "Load the other game to the kitchens and have them prepared, get someone to bathe and groom this thing so it'll be fit for the tailor's by tomorrow. And set out my swords in the training area for a spar, get to it!"

Demons all hurried off in different directions, Kiran didn't even have time to be unsettled by being called an "it" before two demons- more gruff and older than Andras- grabbed their arms and dragged them inside the manor. Their wings involuntarily beat and flutter, flitting to try and miraculously get away.

They did their best to memorize where they were going, but the manor was a dark labyrinth compared to the forest... right right left past four doors right... but it was difficult to concentrate with the two demon's grips being so tight, and walking too fast for Kiran to keep up with their smaller legs. They swore they got pinched on the shoulders more than once, just for the demon's amusement at their startled squeaks.

"Get us in any trouble, try any shit-" one demon pulled Kiran close, freezing them up and whispering in their ear in a low growl. He grabbed a handful of hair to keep the fallen angel in place. "And I'll beat you senseless, regardless of what your owner says. Got it, birdie?"

Kiran nodded, shuddering in a breath, wishing they were so small no one could see them, or even hold them. At last they were shoved into a room, flourished with gold and rubies like the rest of the manor. A... sink and a tub and towels and robes...

And a mirror. Kiran looked upon the glass. Their hair was a mess, just around their shoulders and tangled, now the same color as their wings, which... haven't been presented in a bit. Not fully anyway, not since falling. Their skin was now a light grey too, dirty from the forest, but what was... oh.

Cracks. Or a pattern like cracks, like a broken porcelain vase, stretching diagonal up their face, one on the neck and... now they look, even one on their arm. They had a halo... before they fell they had a halo, but it's not there anymore, though they still had the wings on the side of their head, pressed to their temples in stress.

Nothing about Kiran was an angel anymore. They were quite literally broken, and the world could see it. And the world was GOING to see it as Andras would dress them all up and show them off to all the demons of the earth...

Once again, Kiran hadn't realized what was happening until sharp clawed hands shoved them in the tub, not bothering to adjust their wings so they wouldn't bend so awkward. More demons had came in while Kiran was distracted, and they began the process of soaking the kid in icy water as they did their best not to thrash and cause trouble.

Just think. Just think and collect and don't think about all the demons touching and...

There was a single window in this room, barely big enough to fit Kiran through, as small as they were. This room would likely always have soap and hygienics in supply. Humans- mortals, Kiran once read they use files on their nails. If there was one of those around or even scissors, Kiran wouldn't have to worry about ropes. Maybe.

The demons were talking. Kiran couldn't hear, all they sensed was hands everywhere, cleaning grime off and touching their hair and going between their featgers... they couldn't move.

Someone slung them over their shoulder, carrying them off... okay okay. Three doors down two lefts one door... that one is easy to remember, still on the bottom floor. The demon carrying them unlocked the door and sat the fallen angel down on a chair in a sort of... office? With a desk and paintings of... he is arrogant. Andras with dead animals mainly, but a few of him with some others that look like him.

It was garish and sterile, Kiran hugged their wings close. They'd be... Andras said he was going sparring, but they didn't know how long that would take. They felt small in the chair, and they felt like the walls were closing in...

... though, an office has a lot of information in it. If Andras was gone a while... this could be very good for getting out.

#whump #quiet whispering #whumper #fantasy whump #whumpee #possessive whumper #intimate whumper #fallen angel whumpee #angel whumpee #demon whumper #pet whump #coal black catch #sadistic whumper #display whump