She died trying to avenge them, but how could a sea angel stand a chance against the Heart of God?
This is the corpse of The Devil, I posted her lore not too long ago from this video.
The sea angels dancing around her are the souls of her murdered children. Cipher had killed them all, she had nothing to lose and thus she tried to avenge them.
A hint on how she met her end by Cipher's hand is shown occasionally on the borders of this video.
The poor Devil, an unfortunate circumstance to be a mother.
Do not worry, however, she and her children always reunite through the endless cycles of time.
Finally had the chance to draw something new! This is a redraw of an old sketch of my OCs Rena and Luca. Luca got really excited and Rena is not a touchy feely friend.
(@earthlysorrows, thank you so much for unintentionally reintroducing me to this picture of our beloved Daniel.)
Danny Wagner x reader
Warnings: Making out Ig, I've got a thing for hands and I talk about them a lot here, so sorry in advance.
Synopsis: You assist Daniel in preparation for a music shoot.
Word Count: 1550
The string of faux stones sat in your hand, the vanity lights reflecting off of the surface, glowing brightly. You slowly turned one of them ever so gently, adjusting the gems and uncurling them from their twisted position.
“They’re pretty aren't they?” Danny asks.
You look up at him, decked out in a shimmering white tunic, a tasteful layer of makeup applied, his hair pulled back into a loose low bun.
You stared at him, hard, how couldn’t you? He was art. Living, breathing, art.
“You look so beautiful,” you complimented him.
He blushed vividly, the apples of his cheeks turning a deep pink even under all that foundation.
“Thank you baby.”
“Would you help me put those on?” he asked, pointing to the strings of jewelry that lay resting in your palm.
“Of course, my love.”
You beckoned him over with a nod of your head, encouraging him to sit down on the stool that stood by the vanity table.
He did just that and with gentle hands he moved you slightly by the hips so that you were standing exactly in front of him. He smiled up at you, a sweet smile, one full of genuinity and honesty. You leaned down from your standing position just a tad to place a delicate kiss on his lips, and then lifted your face to place one on his nose, careful not to ruin the highlighter artfully brushed on his features.
Pulling away from him you set out on your task, slowly laying the strings of shining diamonds on his head, draping them with meticulous precision, all the while he sat still and patient, unmoving to allow you full access and the most optimal conditions for you to work with.
The silence was thick, but wasn’t uncomfortable at all, no it was the kind of silence that was all encompassing and serene. Regardless, Danny never spoke much before events such as the one that would take place today. They were shooting a music video later this morning, and anyone could see how excited he was. He had been anticipating this moment for some time now and you were lucky to have been invited by your sweet boyfriend to join him and his bandmates.
He was nervous, that much you could tell.
“Is everything alright, my love?” you asked him.
“Yea, just nerves I suppose, kind of giddy with excitement,” he responded.
“You’ll do fabulous, I know you will, and I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that, all of you, I understand how much this means to you, and I only wish you boys the best,” you answered sincerely, looking into his chocolate irises. To stress the point even further you leaned down to place a heartfelt kiss on his forehead, it was a deep kiss, and it meant that you cared, it showed that you cared. And you do; you care for him beyond measure and you fully believe you always will.
Turning your frame slightly to the side to take a look into the black makeup bag that sat on the table you sifted through its contents in search of some hair pins to secure the stones that you had just finished placing on the crown of his head.
Continuing your work on Danny’s head you could tell by the way he tapped his foot softly but steadily on the carpeted green room floor that his nerves were still ever present.
“You wanna take a few deep breaths with me?” you asked softly.
“Yea, please I’d like that,” he answered gently.
You began by inhaling heavily, the air filtering through your nose, your chest rising in unison, you held it in your lungs for a minute as did Danny, he looked up at you waiting for your cue to exhale, and when you had, he followed. Your collective breaths continued for a few minutes, slow, uninterrupted mindfulness. Halfway through Danny had shut his eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of peace and channeling his energy. You, on the other hand, placed the finishing touches dutifully on his headpiece while simultaneously assisting your partner with his anxiousness.
“All done.”
He opened his eyes then, staring at you intently. Encouraging him to take a look in the vanity you stepped to the side, so that you were no longer obstructing his view of the mirror.
He gave himself a good look, not out of vain but out of admiration. Turning to you he gave you a sweet grin.
“Thank you baby, it looks perfect.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” you waved nonchalantly.
“I’m more than happy to help you Danny, anytime.”
You moved your hands to cup his face, slowly caressing his jawline with your thumbs.
He gently lifted your right hand by the palm and brought it to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand, all while looking at you with the most innocent doe eyes.
You felt your heart flutter at the feeling of his peach lips, sticky with chapstick, lay oh so softly on your skin. You could see the faint sheen of his lip balm on your hand in the dim of the vanity lights.
Your knees felt like they could buckle, and as if on cue, Danny stood firmly from his seat on the stool and stole your breath away in the most magnificent kiss known to humankind. He gripped your biceps, holding you close, while his mouth melded with yours the way teenagers make out in the backseat of cars. Oh, you were so drunk on his love.
Sliding his hands up and down your arms in teasing touches he continued to make out with you, deeply, full of passion, and sincerity. You whimpered lightly when his tongue gracefully made contact with yours, it was brief, chaste, and in no time he retreated from the confines of your lips entirely.
You were breathless and he could see it, now you were the one who was nervous. The faintest outline of a smirk was painted on his face and he giggled at your obvious infatuation.
Settling his right hand over your chest he exclaimed in faux surprise, “Oh baby, what’s got you so worked up, eh?”
Cocky, he had gone from shy and subtle to cocky within a matter of milliseconds. Perhaps you need to indulge in some breathing exercises now.
His hand continued their descent up and down your chest and torso, tracing the hemline of your top with his pointer finger, and you, being you, couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous hand in the midst of action. You were mesmerized, how could he have gone from sweet to sultry like so?
Snapping your head up at him, you grabbed his wrist, unable to handle his lingering touches any longer, consumed by your own need for him, you weren’t going to stray him away from his band responsibilities, especially considering how important today was for them.
You were panting slightly, lungs tight, and chest heaving slowly. God, you were a wreck for him weren’t you?
“Daniel, I don’t think I’ll be able to think properly if you keep going for much longer,” you whispered, chuckling at your own besotted behavior.
He laughed then, amused by his own antics and your reaction.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just messing with you,” he replied sincerely.
You swatted at his chest in faux admonishment, scolding him for teasing you as much as he had, but before you could retreat your hand, he took hold of your forearm, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand, bestowing little pecks on your fingers, hand, and wrist.
He sighed, his hand still holding yours to the side of his face.
He mouths to you, ‘Forgive me, baby’, brown puppy dog eyes on full display.
How could you ever, ever stay upset with him?
A knock on the dressing room door interrupted the romantic little bubble the both of you had created for yourselves in the space.
In an attempt to rid yourself of the sudden layer of lust and want that had seemingly clogged your mind, you broke away from his grasp politely, walking over to the entrance and opening the door for your unnamed visitor.
Jake stood on the other side accompanied by Sammy who stood right behind him, the both of them in their own angelical yet warrior-looking garb.
“Hey Y/N, we’ve come to fetch our dearest, most darling, Daniel,” Jake teases. Sammy and you chuckling at his use of phrasing.
“Of course, he’s all yours.” you gestured to Danny who had come to stand beside you now.
That bashful smile from before had made its appearance on his features yet again.
Turning to you, he asked, “You ready to come with?”
“I’ll be out in a few, but please don’t let me keep you, I’ll come to the camera side ASAP,” you assured your boyfriend, smitten once again at the fact that he wanted you included in every aspect of the day.
You stood on your tiptoes to give him a soft but firm kiss, and you held it for a few seconds, dismissive of the fact that his brothers were right in front of you both, witnessing.
Pulling away, you grinned at him, “Go get em’ rockstar.”
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This picture has had a god damn chokehold on me since the day I laid eyes on it, he makes me sick to my stomach with love, tbh.
