#blaze (oc)

[painonthebrain]

Only the Beginning

Masterlist

CWs: Angel whumpee, fem whumpee (though never addressed in fic, whumpee is female/female adjacent), capture, captivity, restraints, cult setting, religion, nonbinary whumper, forced to hurt/kill, semi-cannibalism (consuming a sapient humanoid’s flesh), major character death, gore

Death marks the beginning of our protagonists’ story, recounted by the very one who met her untimely end.

My name is an Infinite Expanse of Starry Skies… and this is the story of how I died.

It’s not an easy tale to tell, nor can I put into words the experience of dying, but I will recount it as well as I can.

I was an angel, a paragon – in my mind I am still, despite no longer living.

I tended to the religious spaces of my Realm. I sat behind a confessional screen, always listening, offering peace to troubled souls. They came to me: young and old, religious and not – and laid themselves bare. Their sins, their regrets, they were mine to hold, and I took them as if they were my own. In return, I gave them words they needed to hear, ones that the Realm never gave them.

I'm not the wild creature I was made to be in my last moments.

When they found me, I was wandering their Earth, searching for someone dear. Someone I would call my love … though the two of us never made that label official despite our affections. We were as different as could be – I, a devout worshipper, and she, a clever being with a tongue gilded in silver. Her sharp edges carried me to places I can’t name, and I was there to hold her steady, balance her out.

Her intensity drew me in, and I’m not sure what part of me appealed to her — but she made sure I always knew how she felt. She’d never been vocal about her opinions except to a close few, and I knew them all. Coupled with her actions, I gained a true understanding of her. Her passions, what she valued, every quiet thought of dissent she had, how she ached to feel real again.

I supported her. I covered her with my wings and offered shelter from the world and its worries, but she pushed me away.

“This isn’t something I can ignore.”

I had no reply.

Eventually, it became too much, and she fled to these lands seeking something I couldn’t offer her.

There I followed, finding myself caught in her motion again. Like a leaf in the wind, swirling and floating on its currents, subject to its whims.

Scouring the ground, the surface soft with the beginnings of spring, I looked for her, heart aching. The new growth padded with every step I took and the sun shone in my eyes, a far cry from the light of the Angelic Realm.

No luck yet.

And there would be no more to come.

They ambushed me when I considered what to do after hours of searching — pausing my ambling and standing tall, unmoving, breathing in the air. The stillness felt tangible in the barely warm sunlight I’d found myself in … and it tore apart so easily.

Ensnared like a beast, with my limbs twisted together and my cheek digging into the dirt, they took me down. They snapped the bones of my wings with swift kicks, tied me up and carved sigils into my flesh. I wailed. My blood welled up to kiss their blades, so eager to spill, something they licked off, tasting, savoring.

They were only humans. Mortal creatures.

I was brought back to their settlement and caged.

My powers had been rendered useless, and it was no use to struggle. Yet I did, hopelessly fighting against my imprisonment, desperate to find a way out. I hated to admit it, but deep in my chest there was a sliver of fear that hurt more than it should... impaling my heart while it still beat.

Help would not come for me. Yet I fantasized anyway, watching the humans come and go.

Over time, one caught my eye.

They were fully clothed in white, with white skin and white hair, save for dark gray streaks in it. They looked to be no more than a few years into maturity. Months? I’m unsure of the rate humans age. Whatever it was, it would be the age where an angel stopped aging so quickly, where time found itself stagnating, as if it were dipped in honey.

They kept their head bowed, seeming to be an important figure in the settlement despite their age. The others would give them flowers or sweets, whisper blessings and praises to them. They accepted them with grace, tipping their head in acknowledgment and responding with hushed words.

They never talked to me. They only stared, eyes lingering on the gilded cage at the center of the settlement that held me. And I stared back.

I had no desire to speak to them, and they must have felt the same. I found no solace in their lingering gazes.

Perhaps I should have.

I was convinced we were too different. We were not the same age, truly, nor the same species. We came from two separate words, each with their own unique history and culture, one in the sky and the other dwelling on the ground. Enough to keep us apart.

They were the one to speak to me first.

“I- I’m sorry..”

I didn't respond, for fear of ruining the moment.

“I have no choice. They want me to kill you. I can’t run.

“I’ve tried so many times.

“Please understand.”

I remembered that. What they said word-for-word, the date — a few days into my captivity — everything. It had been barely a blink’s worth of time, a moment’s eternity.

That was the day I ceased to be trapped.

It was sunset.

The humans had circled around me, opened my cage and dragged me out into the open. I fought them, thrashing and spitting, snapping into a frenzy, something so unlike myself, so violent — but so right.

It’s what she would have wanted me to do.

The hazel-eyed one walked before me, knife in hand. “I’m sorry.” They said again, tears forming in their eyes. They sparkled like rare gemstones or beads of dew, glowing in the dying light.

I realized what they had told me before was a confession, and I stopped struggling, my breath catching in my lungs.

…

Oh.

We weren’t so different, were we?

They slammed their knife in my chest and I screamed, the moment shattering.

My silver blood painted the ground, wet and warm and I thrashed, bucking against the ropes holding me down.

“Please! Please stop!” I begged, shrieking. My voice was sharp. The sound of it was the same as a violin played harsh and high, the notes incorrect, the sonata it played turning into sounds of horror and prayer.

They didn’t stop. They carved open my chest, digging the blade deep into my flesh, dragging it through the meat. It hit bone, scraping against my ribs, and that was when I began to fade. My limbs were untied as my life left my body, splayed out as my heart was torn from the cavity of my chest.

I was then eaten from. Consumed inside out, bled for drinks. The tender flesh of my heart was severed by teeth, chewed and swallowed, found its home in the human’s stomach.

I had died knowing no peace.

And now I find myself here, at The Divine’s judgment.

Once again, I become unraveled, and It consumes me too.

[fuck-edfrugs]

Hi hello yes I require ✨assistance✨ what clothing would work on this dude he is a Minecraft blaze

[slimesomniac]

Oc redesign of Prince Caspar (og is here)

Shared this on discord weeks ago but I changed the colors of his outfit around more

[divinemare]

Nyx: Hey, does your chest ever go “!!!!” when you see something you love?

Blaze (OC): That’s an interesting way to describe it but oh yeah, for sure. It happens to me when I see the waiter coming with my food in a restaurant.

Demetria (OC): *Walks in*

Nyx:

Nyx: Take me to Asterin. I’m having a heart attack.

[sc0rpi0const]

i started making minecraft ocs..... thats who ive got so far!

my view and hc on netherkind expanded so fucking far just by thinking for a bit about the ocs

i gotta write it down somehow coherently but i will do it later

[chainandfeather]

I have no idea how hard/easy it is to see these but have some crappy character concept sketches I did

May add more later, we’ll see

[ask-brianmc]

How have you been recovering after the orb thingie??

[[Based off of a discord roleplay with @ask-vulcan-and-toby! These two have a bit of beef now, so their interactions won’t likely be pleasant in the future.]]

[[Also featuring Blaze, who belongs to @blaze-netherguard]]

[st4rryshy]

Mayden Challenge by @/ unknownspy Day 3 of 6

[emthimofnight]

Some sketches illustrating the relationship between my Sonadow fan kid Stellar and my Blazamy fan kid, Camellia! Having been best friends since they were small, the two of them are as close as can be! Camellia has always wished they could be even closer, though...

[tatck]

wha what if every chaos emerald had a guardian 👉👈 and what if the chaos emeralds didn't look like the chaos emeralds at all and what if they all had special powers and what if-

[painonthebrain]

Since making character profiles takes a level of effort i dont have rn im just going to make a picrew/drawing dump of what the angel and demon ocs from my recent stories roughly look like

Picrews made using Tiefling Maker

Oath (he/him)

Marrow (they/it)

Starling (they/she/he)

Blaze (she/her)

Sky (she/they)

[einelitas]

The queen, her husband and their youngest princess

[itsinkwell]

Made a blaze oc for my special someone <3

Please reblog with outfit ideas please im desperate

[divinemare]

Blaze (OC): Hey sis, can we stay in your room tonight?

Demetria (OC): Why?

Kardam (OC): Nyx fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Nyx: Elliot doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

[sporeclan]

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Leaf-bare again and we're already off to a bad start :')

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

alt outfit fury (for wewishofwealth, and others)