I made this artwork actually quite a while ago for a fan project, but I wanted to wait until his birthday to post it! I used some of the super cool photos he took with Sciler Studio as references, while the text is all from The Sentry #1 (2005) by Paul Jenkins and John Romita Jr.. I took the freedom of depicting Lewis' Sentry with Bob's more natural and curly haircut, I really wanted to see him blonde eheheh
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whatever people are thinking with the whole 'when reader calls him bobby he suddenly forgets about decades of verbal and physical abuse that he endured from the one person who called him that all the time' makes absolutely no sense and i cringe every time i see it bc all i can think of is bob flinching when walker called him that in the incinerator
Summary: Kidnapped to be a sacrifice, a demon offers you a chance to become his queen.
Content: Demon!Void x Fem!Reader, mentions of death, human sacrifice, insane cultists that worship the Void, kidnapping, a mix of comic and Thunderbolts description of Void used.
Technically, it's supposed to be God!Sentry today (*technically yesterday, but I had a migraine the past few days - sorry :(), but as I started writing, Void took over, and now I have swapped the stories over.
Word Count: 1.5k
Chanting.
That was all you could hear; it wasn’t in English, nor did it sound like any other language you knew. It was rhythmic and deep, with multiple voices overlapping as they chanted.
Attempting to move your body, you’re met with resistance and the clinking of chains. The freezing, metal digging into your ankles and wrist. Pulling on your wrists harder, you attempted to move your hands closer to your face to remove the material covering your eyes and tied around your mouth to keep you silent. You were barely able to move your arms before they were pulling the chains taut, and the burn from the metal digging into your skin became too painful.
The scent of incense started to fill the room, and you could feel the heat being placed around your body - you assumed they were candles with the sound of them being placed near you. With the flickers of heat coming close to your body, you froze - you were not going to risk knocking them over and causing a fire when you couldn’t see, nor could you free yourself.
With each line of chanting continuing and getting louder, you could feel the flames flicker and grow. Even with the flames growing, you felt goosebumps prickle across your skin and a shiver run down your spine. It wasn’t fear per se, even though you were terrified at the situation, it was anticipation. Anticipation for what was coming, anticipation for whatever you were being used for, anticipation that was lingering deep in your soul and calling out for someone or something you didn’t know, but your body and soul were craving this.
Suddenly, there was silence, and that was scarier than everything you had seen so far. You don’t know how long the silence lasted, trying to strain your hearing to hear any movement or sound in the room, but nothing was making any noise.
Feeling a cold brush along the bare skin of your leg, you froze. It wasn’t the touch of an object or a person; it didn’t feel physical but rather like crackling energy, radiating power and possession. The energy continued to trail along your body, moving from your leg, up your stomach, between the swell of your breasts, before moving to your face. It held your cheek, and your body acted instinctively, turning your head to press into whatever it was. The entity was pleased with your reaction, if the fact, it was tracing small circles on your skin and warming from the ice cold it previously was to a soothing warm glow was anything to go by.
When it caught the material tied around your eyes and mouth, you heard the first sound since the chanting stopped, a deep growl that shook you to the core. From the entity’s shape on your cheek, you could feel it moving and adapting with sharp claws, tearing through the material and letting them fall off your body onto the cold slab you were laid out on. Blinking a few times, you allowed your eyes to adapt to the light coming from the candles around you. The faint glow illuminated the room you were in. From the looks of it, it appeared to be an abandoned church with boarded-up windows. Walls covered in archaic symbols in either red paint or blood - given your current predicament, you were leaning towards blood - and several cloaked figures kneeling in the centre of the room next to a giant pentagram-looking design with multiple symbols intricately drawn on it.
The claws continued to rub soothing motions along your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that four other tendrils were heading towards the chains on your wrists and ankles. With a crunching sound, the metal around your joints was shattered, shards of metal hitting the slab of concrete you were on with a thunk. The sound reverberated around the silent room, and with it, you noticed the cloaked figures flinching and looking at one another. The cool touch of the tendrils adjusted your position, so you had moved from being chained to the slab to sitting upright. At first, you had thought that it was your eyes adjusting to the lighting in the room, but as your eyes adjusted and noticed that the tendrils that were holding you and the clawed hand on your cheek did not belong to a human. The tendrils were wispy and smooth, wrapping and coiling around your body, acting as a protective barrier around your body. The hand on your cheek moved until it was under your chin and tilting your head up so you were staring at the being that it belonged to. The being was humanoid in shape, though they were covered in darkness with no clear detail outlining its body, and it had several tendrils extending from its back that were what was petting you currently.
“You are unharmed?” the voice growled, deep and slightly distorted. You could feel your voice get caught in your throat as you attempted to answer before nodding in answer. If the way the tendrils were continuing to wrap around your body was anything to go by, they were pleased with your answer. Removing the hand from your chin, the being walked over to the kneeling cultists, giving off an aura of power that caused a shiver to run down your spine. Even as he moved away from you, the tendrils were attached to your body.
“Oh Lord Void. We are your loyal subjects,” the leader of the cultists said, still kneeling near the pentagram. “We offer you this young woman as a sacrifice to you; all we ask for is a fraction of power in return.”
You had adjusted your body so you were now sitting on the edge of what you realised was a sacrificial altar. You had tried to get off the altar, but the tendrils attached to Void had been determined to keep you in the area.
“If I refuse?”, Void said, walking around the pentagram, not looking at the cultists, but the condescension in his voice was clear.
“Then … Then we will keep the sacrifice, I’m sure we can find plenty of use for such a pretty little thing.” The cultist ground out, obviously not planning on having the demon that they summoned not acquiesce to their demands. “The summoning spell demands a sacrifice for power. No Power. No Sacrifice.”
“Mortals and trying to fill the emptiness of your lives with the growing need for power. How pathetic.” Void mocked, raising his hand and with a lazy flick of his wrist, the cultists vanished into a wisp of shadowy smoke, as if they never existed to begin with.
A gasp left your lips before you could stop it, and Void turned again, now facing you clearly. Moving with long, deliberate strides, Void stood in front of you watching you carefully with something you couldn’t quite place - it wasn’t softness per se, but it was not threatening or mocking.
“My pretty little queen,” Void broke the silence, moving his hand back to your cheek as the tendrils coiled back into his body. “Such a beautiful offering from such pathetic creatures. Maybe I should have been more merciful to them.”
“Are they dead?” you asked, finding your voice as you rubbed the raw skin on your wrist from the chains. “The people who brought me here?”
“A queen should not concern herself with the fates of ants.”
“Will they come for me again?” you ask, reframing your question so the Void would understand why you wanted to know about their fates. You weren’t concerned about what happened to them, but rather if those who had broken your sense of safety were still a threat to you.
A deep rumble escaped the Void, and his hand froze on your cheek. “No harm will ever befall my queen again.”
Nodding slowly, watching the demon curiously. He was continuing to hold your cheek as he stared at you, his other hand resting on your knee, teasing the heated skin under the hem of the dress you were wearing.
“What happens now? I’m assuming, returning to my normal life is out of the question.”
“Obviously, the emptiness of this realm will no longer be your home. You will return with me, as my queen, to my domain with my subjects.”
“Why me?”
“Your soul calls to mine, my queen. I’ve yearned for millennia to feel that call.” As he speaks, the hold on you gets tighter as if the demon is trying to keep you tethered to him. If he lets you go, you will disappear forever.
You think about your life at the moment, with nothing working out at the moment, the struggles you face and the lack of connection with those around you. It is risky, it is insane, but part of you believes him, that his soul is calling to you and vice versa.
Allowing the pull to take control, you bring your hands up to rest on his cheeks, feeling the smooth, wispy skin before pulling him down. Pressing your lips against his, you allow the call, the pull, the connection or whatever it is to take control. The second your lips are on his, a spark burns through your body, feeling as if every nerve ending in your body is on fire. Void uses the hand on your waist to pull you closer, deepening the kiss as if he is trying to memorise your entire being through the kiss.
If the life you will have with the demon is anything like the kiss, you are willing to throw caution to the wind and allow this connection to drag you to his domain. If it means he will keep you by his side as his queen.
"And I beg, I beg to be drained from the pain I've soaked myself in, so I can stay okay and more than okay for a while. For a while, for a while... Infections of a different kind, the world is being attacked by your pain. If I am the world, then why would I hurt all that is living?" -AURORA, Infections of a Different Kind
Eh, I made this for a mental health art awareness contest but I missed the deadline by two days. 😔 Anyway, I really wanted to paint the contrast between the incessant bubbling of dark thoughts and trying to find the inner light within the heart. Some days it's like living in a lava lamp, light and darkness, dense and always scorching hot, surrounded by a thick wall of glass. This is obviously Bob but I feel this to be rather autobiographical as well, hope you'll like it. 💕
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Yelena: What I said to you before was wrong, Bob. You can't stuff it down. You can't hold it in all alone. No one can. We have to let it out. We have to spend time together. And even if it doens't make the emptiness go away, I promise it will feel lighter.
Bob: How do you know?
Yelena: Because it already has for me. We can find a way out of here together. Will you try and leave here with me?
Bob: Okay.
This had been the first MCU movie I saw at the cinema after Multiverse of Madness and totally didn't expect to be hit so close to my heart and fall in love so dearly with that weird group of "secondary characters"! Obviously I've been touched the most by Yelena and mostly Bob, whom I only remembered vaguely from a Doctor Strange comic, but enough to drive me to watch the movie out of curiosity. At the time I had no idea of how hard I'd fall in love with his character though, I only vaguely knew he was very strong and very golden (thanks to Lewis as well for his incredible performance!) Yelena and Bob's care for each other is the absolute driving force of the movie, and while a group shot is currently in the works, I wanted to start celebrating with the two of them first 🙏🏻💕
If you like this art, you can also get merch with this prints on my TeePublic shop! Every purchase also supports me directly! 🥰
"We stick together from now on"
Art by me
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Fearsome hearts, I wouldn't lie
I got memories that travels my mind
Fear not, fear not
When you go, I got pieces of your hate in my soul
Look at me now (look at me now)
I'm falling apart in daylight
All the pieces that I've lost, I have loved
I wouldn't mind if I can't find, I can't find
Anything to save our kind
All the pieces of my body's gone
Look at me now (look at me now)
I'm falling apart in daylight
All the pieces that I lost, I have loved
Look at me now (look at me now)
I gave both sides of me
I give both sides of me
- Soulless Creatures (AURORA)
Feeling sick > listen to Aurora as a remedy > get inspired for a new Sentry illustration.
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"Sometimes I see light / and I fear it's only fantasy... Oh, wouldn't it be tragic / If there is no light in me, not any magic?" -Aurora, "Invisible Wounds"
Happy New Year everybody 💕
I've been working on this illustration since the beginning of November, when inspiration suddenly hit me as I was listening to Aurora on the train to Venice. I probably aimed a lil too high trying to use renaissance paintings and religious symbolism as reference 😅 but I'm quite satisfied with the result and this has been quite cathartic to paint, challenging myself more than I've done recently. 💖 Like Robert Reynolds- I was divided between the voice inside my head dragging me down and filling me with doubts and negativity, tearing me apart, and my self esteem telling me I could do this, I am a good artist. Maybe this is why I relate so much with Sentry and why he became such an important character for me, why I connected with him so much in a very short time. I invite you to zoom in and explore the details in the illustration! I mixed the human shadow and crab monster designs for Void, while Robert's look is based on the original Jae Lee's run.
Loads of ups and downs this year, progresses done but also too slow, one step forward, one step back, one step forward, like a weird dance. I'd love to start the new year looking for the light and listening to the best part of myself. Maybe it's not only fantasy ✨️
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