#guardian angel oc

[kvisti]

Leo !

I'm not a huge fan of how the side view turned out but I'm just gonna let it be for now💁🏼‍♀️ otherwise I'm happy with how the reference turned out👍🏻

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Character: My OC, Leo

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[nikuqueensempai]

A particular female villain OC of Dragon Ball, Caipirihna

Caipirihna is a very particular villain, a fallen angel, which in other words would be the angels of the erased universes from 13 to 18. Her brothers took paths to live their lives more peacefully, however she, hungry for power, decided to become a villain of universe 2, recruiting people to her ranks and turning them into warriors that the Otome Sentai must face to win.

The mark of her forehead is the simbol of a Fallen Angel.

Her real name and villain name mean the next:

-Caipirihna: Type of cocktail made from Cachaça, lime and sugar

-Secret: A cut of pork that is so called because it is a cut of meat that is hidden, since it is extracted from an area close to the pig's legs, specifically in the armpit.

[gazlineart]

i succumbed to peer pressure and made an oc because the idea of an angel failing upwards and getting promoted every time they sinned to try and get sent to hell was really funny and it got out of hand as my friend helped me develop them

bonus:

[soapgraves]

oc reiki for oc x canon.

his angel form has shorter hair i explained it on twt but im too lazy to copypaste it.

[lovesick-yanderes]

Guardian angel with a darling who is also being the target of a succubus for their soul? Like heaven vs hell?

Sabrael Character Bio

TWs: suicidal ideation, nsfw, dubious consent, yandere typical violence

I was really into this request... hopefully you like it too.

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Movies. Board games. Poorly cooked, nearly inedible dinners. The same three 90s-era yoga videos played back to back on your barely functioning DVD player. Recycled, despondent praises of “Thank you,” and “Yes, Sabrael.” All repeated every single day. You’re going insane. You spend your days at Sabrael’s side, rotting away as their pet. You don’t have the willpower to fight anymore, and they know it. They flit around you like a bird, deceptively gentle and kind as they spend their time playing with you as if you’re a doll within a dollhouse. They dress you. They take care of your hair. They make you tea each night before bed. It makes you sick.

It’s 2 in the morning and you can’t sleep. As per your routine, you’re standing by your bedroom’s window, staring out at the highway across from you. Cars speed past, paying you no mind as you stand locked in Hell. Tears drip down your face; you silently cry as the vehicles continue to pass, their motors blocking out the sound of your sniffling. Alone with your thoughts, you contemplate throwing yourself out the window in an attempt to end your suffering. A two story fall won’t guarantee death, you remind yourself, and you settle for continuing to stare at the cars, hoping someone, one day, will see you.

“Hey.” The sudden appearance of a voice amongst the noise of the cars makes you nearly jump out of your skin. You whip your head back and forth, scanning your room for Sabrael. They’re nowhere to be seen. With your heart racing in your chest, you almost convince yourself that you’ve imagined it… Until you hear the voice again. “Down here.”

You peer down to the sidewalk below, where a shadowy figure is barely visible. They give you a small wave. You stare at them- well, what you can see of them anyway.

“It seems to me like you’re a little stuck,” they say. “I could help you with that, you know.”

“What do you mean?” It’s been a long time since you've been able to speak freely. You squint into the shadows, trying to make out the appearance of the person speaking to you. No luck.

“I can help you escape the angel. All it would cost is your soul.”

My soul for my freedom, you ponder. Would it be worth it? Of course it would be, you correct yourself. You’re desperate and don’t have anything to lose. The stranger already seems to know about your predicament… Either this works and you’re free of Sabrael, or it doesn’t work and you’re in the same spot where you started. Fuck it.

“If you want it, it’s yours. Just get me out of here,” you plead.

“All you need to do is draw a pentagram. I’ll do the rest.”

You’re away from the window in a flash, trying your best to be quiet as you rummage through what’s left of your bedroom, desperate for something to draw with. You come up with nothing. You find yourself stressed out and standing in front of your mirror, fresh tears in your eyes as panic sets in. You haven’t felt this adrenaline in months- not since you’d seen Sabrael sitting in your kitchen that morning months ago. It invigorates you, but it doesn’t rid the anxiety that’s causing your body to shake. Think, think, think, you demand, your brain kicking into overdrive. You need to get out. Anything you can draw with, or draw on… At last, your solution comes- you place your hands on either side of the mirror and breathe onto it, fogging it up. You trace your finger in a circle, then add an upside down star.

Relief floods your body as the pentagram begins to glow, and out from the mirror comes a black mist. The shadowy figure manifests itself in your room, eventually taking shape into a tall, broad humanoid with icy blonde hair. A pair of black horns grow from his head, along with a long, pointed black tail. His red eyes squint as they look you over, and a forked tongue uncurls from his mouth as he gives you a wicked grin.

“That was rather quick,” he whispers, reaching out to grab you by the shoulders. “I didn’t think it’d be this easy.”

“Just get me out of here,” you plead to him. “I don’t care what you need. Just do it and take me away from them.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he hushes you, bringing a hand to your face and brushing his thumb over your lips. Your mouth closes and you feel a warm sensation radiate through your entire body. It feels nice. You lose control of everything, nearly going limp in the stranger’s arms. He smirks down at you before tossing you onto the bed- you feel nothing as you hit the mattress with a light thump. He climbs in after you, shedding his shirt and flinging it onto the floor. “I’ll be taking that soul from you, and then we’ll be gone.”

He tears your pajama shirt off of you, feeling up your bare chest and licking long stripes up towards your neck as he continues to undress you. You can’t move, but your body reacts as it normally would; nipples harden, heart starts to race, heat rises to your cheeks, and your core begins to burn with desire. He ditches his pants, leaving you both nude.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispers, spreading apart your legs to reveal your sex. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, and then I’ll take you far away from here.” He rubs his cock and then picks up your lower body, sliding you closer to him and balancing you on his thigh. He lines up to your entrance, and as soon as he starts to push his way into you, the door to your bedroom is shattered into a million little pieces.

Sabrael stands in an aura of blinding golden light. Their eyes glow brightly, almost matching the light that surrounds them. In their hand is a pristine, gleaming longsword. “I thought I smelled something odd in the house.”

The demon who was just about to steal your soul vanishes in a quiet explosion of smoke and then reappears, fully clothed and now sporting three long, black claws protruding through the top of both of his hands. He stands opposite to Sabrael, near your window. Without another word, the two attack each other. Sabrael swings their sword; the demon easily blocks the angel’s attacks with his claws, deflecting and swiping back at Sabrael.

“They gave themself to me,” the demon sneers, throwing himself onto Sabrael before the angel can block him. He swipes his claws across their face; instead of blood, the same bright light that once surrounded Sabrael now peeks through their skin. Unphased, Sabrael grabs the demon’s arms and swiftly rips them off of him, leaving him defenseless.

“I don’t care what they might have said,” Sabrael announces, kicking the demon off of themself before standing back up. The demon attempts to stand, but Sabrael roughly kicks him in the chest, sending him back to the floor. They place a boot on his chest, holding him to the ground. “They are mine.” Sabrael’s longsword manifests in their hand. The demon takes one last glance at you, naked on the bed and still overtaken by his thrall. Before Sabrael can swing and connect it to the demon’s throat, he disappears in another flash of black smoke. This time, he doesn’t reappear.

Triumphant, Sabrael’s sword vanishes into thin air. As their injuries heal, the bright aura around them disappears. They turn to the bed to look at you.

Sabrael’s gaze lingers over your nude body for far too long. As you regain control of your body, you slowly move to cover yourself, curling up as much as you can. Sabrael clicks their tongue, scowling down at you. “Don’t worry, my pet,” they condescendingly tell you. “You’ll never see anyone like that again.”

[sparkyboo]

Zasha along with Sid the monster under the bed and Teddy the stuffed animal to save their human child from aliens who have aducted them.

[smallmothwindchimes]

Guardian angels concepts.

[sparrowswritingnest]

Guardian Angel oc, Nightingale, and one with her and her Partner, Koi. (Koi belongs to a friend!)

[gulliblelime]

“Oh my dear sweet Castiel.~”

HI IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE MIDTERMS SUCK HERE HAVE THIS IM VERY PROUD OF IT-

I wanted to maybe draw more of my ocs interacting with eachother because i wanna draw l o r e related stuff. Not sure how to think of ideas but this is a really good start

For more insight on these two u h they kinda hate each other. Its more of Klexos hating Castiel but ya know. Castiel is partially responsible for how this man turned out so its kinda warranted :/

(For the record this looks gay as hell and ik it does)

[mosshugs-art]

*✧･ﾟ: life begins anew *✧･ﾟ

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Characters belong to @rookclan

[kvisti]

◇ Watching over the city ◇

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I'm honestly proud of this. The background isn't perfect but I'm still happy with how it turned out. I really need to practice backgrounds though ☆

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I actually finished this yesterday at around 2am. I was too tired to post it and really had to go to sleep✌🏻💀

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Take my angel man

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Character: My OC, Leo

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[spookberry]

Makes a silly little au of my OCs where everyones alive and fine and human still and nothing goes bad ever and also its set in a daycare i guess

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Your Guardian Angel - Tokita Ohma Love Story ( Kengan Ashura ) ~ On Going

Summary:

Once, a great a fighter, yet unknown to the world, fell prey to his first defeat, and he lay on the ground, pitiful and broken, rained down and with ribbons of crimson leaving his body. A shy angel coming home found him and brought him to safety, mending his wounds and tending to his broken spirit, until he had regained consciousness. As he opened his eyes, and witnessed the first person to care for him, he made a vow to always protect her, with his fists, to repay her kindness. It was only then that Tokita Ohma's newfound hope was discovered, and he was ready to achieve his goal in life - To be the very best fighter there is.

Chapter 1 - The Healing Angel Chapter 2 - Debt Chapter 3 - Promise Of Reunion Chapter 4 - The Ashura and The Kitsune Chapter 5 - The Forbidden Technique Chapter 6 - Replacement Chapter 7 - I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES! Chapter 8 - The Betrayal Chapter 9 - Let The Show Begin! Chapter 10 - Strengthening Friendship Bonds Chapter 11 - Am I Wrong? Chapter 12 - Foxes Have Fangs And Rabies Chapter 13 - New Rules, New Moves Chapter 14 - Battle Of The Psychos Chapter 15 - Distress Chapter 16 - Unlikely Best Friend Chapter 17 - The Kitsune Chapter 18 - Le Petit Empereur Chapter 19 - The Return Of The Queen Chapter 20 - Ken Doll and Barbie the CEO Chapter 21 - 👑Kengan de Huángdi👑 Chapter 22 - Crimson Spider Lily Chapter 23 - The Connector  Chapter 24 - Wǒ Qīn'ài de Húxiān Huánghòu

[rknchan]

ai in this outfit

and their civillian clothes (i cannot decide on their henshin devices)

[lovesick-yanderes]

Escape

Sabrael Character Bio

This takes place after this post.

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This was it; the night you’d been waiting for.

You drank your bedtime cup of tea, forcing the bitter, lukewarm liquid down your throat after Sabrael had finished tending to your hair and picking out your pajamas. “Goodnight, Sabrael,” you tell them, heading up the stairs of your home.

“Goodnight, ______,” they purr, watching you ascend. You close your repaired bedroom door behind you and lock it. You knew that locking it wouldn’t do anything; Sabrael had already proven that they’re more than capable of entering at any time they wished, but the habit brought you a minuscule level of comfort. Not that you’d be needing it tonight…

You quickly get to work, stripping your bed of its sheets and blankets and laying them out across the room. You tie them each together, forming a large rope. You secure your makeshift rope to the frame of your bed and give it a harsh tug. Nothing moves, and your bed doesn’t even creak. 

Right on schedule, you shove open your window and pop out the screen, tossing it onto your bare mattress. You slide the sheet-rope out of the house and down the siding. You stare at it as it hits the ground; you did it. You’re getting out. You take a deep breath and take one last look at your bedroom before tossing a leg out of the window. You grip onto the rope and slowly start to slide and shimmy down and out of the house. You take your time, being careful to stay quiet and not alert Sabrael of your escape. Finally, you make it to the ground. You let go of the rope and, without wasting any time, you bolt from the house. 

You sprint down the cracked sidewalk of your so-called neighborhood, going as fast as you can in your attempt to find signs of human life. The first thing you see is a small red car. It’s heading in your direction.

You frantically wave your arms above your head, moving yourself to the side of the road before starting to jump to get the driver’s attention. They pull to the side and roll their window down; she’s a young adult, maybe around your age, with long, black hair and soft bangs that are pulled up and clipped away from her face.

“I need help,” you choke out, gasping for breath from your run. “Someone kidnapped me and-”

“Get in,” she tells you. You do as you’re told, climbing into the passenger seat and buckling in as she pulls back onto the road. “So, what’s wrong?”

“I was kidnapped a few months ago,” you begin, teary eyed and grateful for your savior. This woman was truly an angel. “Some freak was stalking me and has been keeping me locked up in my house. I finally escaped tonight.”

“How awful,” she sympathizes, rubbing your shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

“Thank you, again,” you say, leaning back into the seat as your adrenaline melts into a nearly unbearable ache. Your muscles are sore and your stomach is in knots. You’re free, sure, but what will keep Sabrael from coming after you again? “Could you take me to the police department?”

“Of course,” the stranger tells you.

As she drives, your panic and fatigue start to melt away. You did it. You got out. You’re getting help. Sure, Sabrael was still a threat, but maybe if you found someone who knows more about angels, you could work with them to find a more permanent solution to the issue…

She pulls you from your spiral with a gentle nudge. “What was your name?”

“_________.”

“How lovely,” she smiles, glancing over to you with warm, kind eyes. You’re sure you could get lost in them if you had the time. “I’m Emily.”

She continues driving, navigating her way to the nearest police station. She carefully pulls into the parking lot and parks her car near the doors.

You rip the seatbelt off of you and nearly kick the door open. “Thank you again, Emily,” you say, new tears forming as you look back to your savior with utter admiration. “You’ve saved my life.”

All she does is smile. You race to the police station doors. You grip onto the handles and push… and then pull… and then try both all over again. They’re locked. The lights inside are on, indicating that the station should be open. The vinyl letters posted on either side of the door say that the station should be operating 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. You ball up your hands into fists and bang on the glass, screaming and wailing. “I need help! Please! Someone let me in!”

No one comes to greet you.

You turn around; luckily, Emily is still in the parking lot. You return to her car, opening the passenger side door and climbing in to talk to her again. “The postings say that the station is open 24/7… The lights are on, but no one is inside. Do you know of any other stations? Maybe we should try the fire department?”

“Did you think it’d be this easy?” Emily asks. She stares straight ahead, her hands shaking with the intensity of her grip on the steering wheel.

You look at her, shocked. “What do you mean-”

She turns to look at you. Her once brown eyes are now glowing bright gold. It’s a distinctive color, one you’ll never forget. You choke back the need to vomit as fear consumes you. You didn’t escape. Sabrael’s in the car with you.

They smile at you from their disguise, knowing you’ve figured them out. Emily disappears before your eyes as they slowly phase back to their normal appearance. They drum their fingers along the steering wheel and the lights within the police station suddenly flick off.

“You’re stupider than I realized,” they tell you. More and more of your surroundings disappear, merging and blending into a familiar landscape. After a swirl of expansion and the disappearance of some concrete, you find yourself back in your driveway. “You haven’t been in your own world in quite a while… Not since that disgusting demon tried to take you away from me.” None of this was real. “Did you really think you could escape me this easily?”

You close your eyes and cover them with your hands, beginning to silently cry. You were stupid. Stupid for thinking you could get away. Stupid for thinking the perfect stranger would pick you up so easily. Stupid for thinking that the police could help you with a problem like Sabrael.

Sabrael rubs and pats your head like a dog, hushing you as you begin to audibly wail. As you sob, they exit the car and come around to the passenger side, pulling you out and escorting you inside. “Let’s get you back to bed,” they calmly say, helping you up the stairs and back to your room. Inside, the room is restored; the only thing missing is the window. Sabrael helps you into bed. You’re still a crying mess as they pull the covers up over your body and gently kiss your forehead. “Goodnight, _______.” 

As they exit your room, they look back to you with a wrathful gaze. “Don’t make me tell you again.” You stay in bed and cry yourself to sleep.

[crabsnpersimmons]

Boop

another boop!

this time, it's Esther's turn!

oh, look out, Anon, looks like there’s someone here to protect Esther from boops!