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I can be your angle…or
yuor devil(Read Left to Right) Here is a cursed
Sheith SUPERNATURALau literally nobody wanted but @pining-sheith and me.
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Wishlist: Voltron releases Character Songs like you see with popular anime series
(Based off the Free! Duet Series)
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Was it good for you too, Feathers?
The dawn slunk in, dusky and grey. Shiro could feel it even without opening his eyes.The acrid scent of cigarette smoke filled the air but with it came something more pleasant underneath. It was the smell of damp earth, silent stretches of unbroken snow and the old ashes of a burned out fire. Cracking an eye open, he breathed in deeply of the strangely comforting cacophony of smells and was met with two burning red orbs.
A languid smile curled over Keith’s lips. “Certainly the best sight I’ve woken up to in awhile.” the demon purred, though he sounded genuine.
“Was it good for you too, Feathers?”
Shiro sighed, but there was no point in lying.
“Yes.”
I am still madly in love with @lightningstrikes-artand@pining-sheith ‘s Sheith SPN AU. Had this randomly pop into my head while at work and had to draw it and write the scene snippet.
Also my first attempt at painting smoke. I think it turned out alright~
Edit: Yes, those are the shadows cast by Shiro’s wings on the wall behind Keith~
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Tainted…
Don’t forget what you told me
I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing
Watching, waiting
My prey is praying
There’s no escaping
My blood’s pumping
I go on hunting
The hunter, the hunted
Oh, oh, oh, oh
OoohooohOoooh
I am massively in love with the Supernatural Sheith AU started by @lightningstrikes-artand@pining-sheith and had to contribute with the absolutely amazing wildfire of fan content that exploded. Ohhhh boy this is a good one~ (Character pose based on art by Phobs)
CLICK THE PICTURE to see the hidden story behind the void
And check out below for an excerpt for a scene I’m writing. (Warning-NSFW themes) Enjoy~
Shiro stepped across the room as the demon’s eyes raked over him with silent glee. He stared him down with a fierce hunger; ancient and eternal. Skull grinning under empty voids, fangs slavering with a starvation he’d never satisfy, barely more of a beast than his hellhound. But he was infinitely more intelligent. He had eons on his side and the frail mortality of their vessels had been his playthings a thousand times before. He remembered them no more than the wolf remembered last year’s frightened rabbit, but the blood pulse was still burned onto his tongue and the lessons piled up into a cunning that even angels preferred not to tempt. Akira has waited thousands of years for an opportunity like this. He was brash and raw, but he was also dangerously patient. He made no move to rise as he waited for Shiro to close the space between them.
It seemed wrong, knowing the history of their vessels. A twisted perversion of something they’d never know. A deal made to save a life only to lose itself and a life given up to serve a cause in lieu of an eternity of emptiness. And yet despite the sly curve of his antithesis’ lips there was something in his eyes that didn’t match it.There were powers that existed outside even their realms and he pondered on the chance that despite their own grande schemes, they were just as much a puppet to something even more impossibly ancient. It was that thought that fed his curiosity and tipped his conviction in the demon’s favour.
Besides, he had made a bargain and he always kept his word.
There was a flurry in the dark room and Keith stepped out of the blackness before him, dripping void from the spaces between stars as his eyes gleamed crimson. There was a flash of perfect teeth and the faint hint of cigarettes as he pressed his hands to Shiro’s chest.
“You came,” he purred, though the words carried a faint hint of surprise as though the deal seemed too good to be true even for the Master of the Crossroads.
“Did you doubt my words?”
A moment of silence, or perhaps an eternity. They stood still in time, contemplating each other like wolves circling the kill, searching for something that language could not define.
“Show me your wings.” Keith demanded.
“That was not part of the deal.” Shiro reminded, knowing well that the demon always remembered his bargains. “And it could erase you.”
“It wasn’t a request.” came the insistent reply. His eagerness tasted like a thousand empty winters just before the promise of spring. Bones and broken ground giving way to the first sprout of life. Shiro knew arguing with him would only waste time and delay the inevitable.
He manifests only a single pair to start. Feathers made of impossibility fill the room around him, their sheer presence making the space around them feel cramped.The sudden light flares like a second sun and Keith’s eyes widened with unadulterated awe.
The demon sucked in a painful breath as his ribs ached and fire danced on his skin. Slender fingers cast out, dredging the holy seas of the archangel’s pinions. Their essences collide and he drowns in a warmth that reaches so much more intimately than any fire. The response was instantaneous, sending Shiro shivering beneath him, uttering a sound that stirred their vessels and sent their hearts racing.
Keith grinned as an event horizon of endless hunger split open inside his chest cavity. This was the point of no return.
He would not be the only one who burned tonight…
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