Back making some icons, which I haven’t done in a while. And instead of making more for my current muses/blogs, what am I doing but making them for a blog/muse that doesn’t even exist. Yet but how could I resist making icons of this character?!
Blockquote template from ofcamerasflashing, and psd is a combination and tweaking from ones I’ve had on my computer for forever.
So I used to have this program on my computer that downloaded all the images from a website. You gave the link to the page that listed the thumbnails, and it pulled the full size image and downloaded it for you. Saved me A LOT of time when getting images and screencaps and what have you.
Long story short, my computer crashed months ago and I lost it. The problem? I don’t remember its name or anything so I can’t just–search for it.
Does anyone know of a program that does that? That I can link to a page full of thumbnail images and get the program to download full-size images?
Hope Mikaelson in 2x01; “My name isn’t Hope Marshall. It’s Hope Mikaelson. I’m Klaus and Hayley’s daughter…. I have absolutely no idea what to do next.”
“With a father and a grandfather like mine, I’m probably not immune to those issues myself. I don’t take it lightly and I would never make fun of you for it.”
It makes Raphael’s heart soar to see the soft expression upon Michael’s face they deserve to be happy. “ I feel just the same. I’d gladly save yours too that’s why.” nods quickly to indicate they mean what they say with all of their heart.
To them they believe Michael is much more important them in the scope of GOD’s plan. No matter how many times the elder archangel says otherwise in their own eyes they are but a simple healer, a very minor pawn on this chess board.
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, and his nod and smile express that knowledge. ❝I know, Raphael.❞ He loves them, just like he does all of the Host. Every single one of them mean a great deal to the Prince of Heaven, to GOD’s right hand–
It takes a long while for him to eventually realize that he does deserve his own brand of happiness, no matter what that might be.
❝But you fail, sometimes, to see how important you are. No one can do what you can, Raphael. No one else has that strength, that loving nature. To think yourself ordinary in any way is false.❞
Though it takes a few moments, Lucifer’s eyes slowly move back to look at the older angel, a wave of emotions washing through him, reflecting in his eyes.
❝ I just… I want to be someone who you can be proud of, Micha, ❞ he responds quietly.
❝ It’s all I’ve ever wanted… ❞ Even now that he was much older, and though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, Michael’s approval had been all he’d ever wanted. He would be happy… just knowing that. Even after his fall, his feelings for the elder Archangel hadn’t changed. Had he been upset? Yes, but that didn’t mean he loved Michael any less than the day he’d been created.
𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, Michael brushes his thumb against the Morningstar’s flesh. He can see the essence–that true shine–of the other archangel, and Michael offers a smile. It’s slight, small, but he urges Lucifer to look at him. To meet his gaze and not waver.
❝I have always been proud of you,❞ he says, voice fierce and confident in that moment. There is no doubt in Michael whatsoever. ❝I was angry, for a time, but I wasn’t ever upset at you.❞ Maybe a part of him had been, but he realizes now; Michael had been angrier at himself than Lucifer.
❝You shine greater than any other, Lucifer. You always have. Do not let anything damper that, hinder that, beyond your light.❞
