Can we talk about this moment? How Daryl’s loyalty is just screaming from this scene. The devotion to his group. He is willing to give his blood in order to save what’s left of his family. Remember, he just thought everyone was dead after prison. Seeing Rick, Michonne… just imagine. Daryl just went full Christ mode, willing to sacrifice himself to redeem the sins of people he loved.
These wings on his vest are not only for sheer aesthetic effect, I tell you.
Daryl Dixon is a saint. An angel. He will go down, sacrificing himself for what he loves.
(Edit: thanks people for such enormous reactions on my post. Note that the gif is from @hypernovadust ;) Love ya, guys. Fight the dead!)
We have a party of a gnome sorcerer, a pirate human barbarian, a half-orc cleric and winged variant fallen angel. I play the fallen angel variant (had to sacrifice some things so I didn’t have a level adjustment), that being said, one of the things that I got to keep was being able to speak in any language.
Cleric: Fallen angel, here, take this pigeon and send a message back to the town we came from - only you can do this.
. . . .
went the smoke,
clouding our visions,
to the islands
. . . .
we still try
to forget our ghosts,
our spectres ,,
but the ductile anchor
cannot hold our hearts down,
we end up falling
down the way we climbed
down the way we climbed
like people like to trot out the whole flaming wheels gimmick as evidence but like
i feel that’s really underplaying how weird they are
it’s not just “angels are beyond human reckoning and we can’t depict an infinite being with finite materials”
Plenty of other beings are infinite and we just do fine with them. Fallen angels fucking pose for marble statues like perfect little gods. ACTUAL gods pose for marble statues. And we do fine. But angels? When you really try to DEPICT one? Your art brain just fucking scrambles and it’s either try to render a Picasso-angled infinity with your mortal hands or default to Renaissance-era Fabio with Sandals and Sword.
And you know why? It’s not because they’re messengers from a higher power or the face of God or whatever. It’s because angels are fucking TROLLS and we don’t get their fucking bro memes. Flaming eyeball wheel is probably their goddamn Ceiling Cat.
KOG with Diabolic Esper:
eh, let's make his sclera black. make his edgy backstory even more edgy, remove the eyepatch... oh, and let's make him insane and have the ability to go through alternate dimensions!
KOG with Lofty Wanderer:
GIVE HIM HELLA LONG HAIR WITH A FUCKIN BRAID. GIVE HIM AN EYEPATCH (because fuck it), A BROKEN PENDULUM AND A BIGASS HENIR EYE STARING AT HIM FROM BEHIND. And while we're at it, make him completely insane.
Highschool DxD is a series that follows a team of devil servants serving the Gremory family under Rias Gremory. With our initial introduction having the male lead, Issei Hyodo, nearly killed by a fallen angel, we watch the set move through 12 episodes, building up their abilities and teamwork.
Alright, with that established, this series can easily be categorized as ecchi. From the opening sequence for the series, to any number of interactions, there’s never a time they can’t make an excuse to show a bare set of breasts, or possibly an ass. If you go in knowing that, it might be less jarring. That said, every male of importance in this series, plus a few of the females, are excessively sexual in nature. There’s moments where this can be entertaining or intriguing, but plenty where it just feels pointless.
Recommended? If you’re an ecchi type, yeah, it’s more palatable than some I’ve seen and Rias does have an attractiveness about her. Still, there’s moments where I think this series could be better - but couldn’t do it.
Let’s be unholy. We’re both damned so we might as well be damned together. Put your lips on mine and swallow the brimstone like bitter medicine. We throw ourselves at the church doors but God never lets us in – He’s afraid we’ll burn His house down. If He won’t open up, we’ll make love in the shadow of the steeple, breathing ecstacy like flames so the angels hide their faces.
If God abandons us, we abandon God.
“Cypher’s back! The mysterious, black-armoured gunslinger has returned at the hour of the Imperium’s greatest need, claiming he will help Guilliman, but only if he takes him to Terra. We sense shenanigans on the part of the Fallen Dark Angel and Guilliman is clearly not pleased to see the sword that he’s carrying.”
If there were any doubt remaining about the sword, the hilt is identical in style to the Lion Sword on the cover of Angels of Caliban:
First off, we have Cas. Castiel, the fallen angel who misses his true form like nothing else, who gave it up for the other people in the photograph. And he knows that for a picture you pose, but the first pose he thinks of? Military. Castiel the soldier, majestic in his true form, is present and ready for battle.
Next in the line is Sam, arms round his friend and his brother, knowing that if their plan fails he could be sobbing deep inside himself as Lucifer takes control and hurts those very people he has his arms around. He is trying oh so hard to protect them, and he’s so afraid that he’ll fail. And as for the expression, that’s not confusion: that’s worry. Derp face to cover up the fear for his family inside.
Next comes Ellen. Ellen the badass. Ellen, who’s only daughter is going to be facing the devil tomorrow, the daughter that she would sacrifice herself to save in a heartbeat, no questions asked. And do my eyes deceive me, or is her arm extended towards Jo, in an almost subconscious effort to keep her nearby? But she wants to be calm for her daughter, her Bobby and her boys, so she cocks a hip and hardens her face, because they’ll be facing the devil tomorrow and she’ll be damned if she’s not going down without a fight.
Then we have Dean. Oh, Dean. The unwilling soldier forced into battle. Dean here has his arms around Sam and Jo, his brother and his adopted sister. Like sammy, he just wants to protect them with all he has. And yeah, he’s pouting and making a face for the camera, but inside? Look how he’s clutching them both so tightly that his knuckles are clearly white. Inside, Dean knows that there’s going to be trouble, and he knows that not all of them might make it back.
Jo Harvelle, the girl of innocence and sass and smarts, the girl who secretly loves her mother with a passion. She’s pulled protectively into Dean’s side, but in some ways it’s more like she’s protecting HIM simply by letting herself be hugged. She’s got her hand on Bobby’s shoulder as if to comfort him; her mother’s love. Because Jo Harvelle knows that Bobby and Dean need all the comfort they can get, because tomorrow is going to, quite literally, be hell.
Finally, we have Bobby. His hands are gripping the rims of his wheelchair as if to hold on to the only stable thing he has left - the faithful old metal chair that keeps him a prisoner and forces him to be of little use to his family. And then there’s his eyes. Those aren’t the eyes of a man who has given up, they are the eyes of the soldier who has seen too many good people die. And he knows, he knows that tomorrow his family are going to be surrounded by pain, and blood, and anguish, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.