#Angel Oc

[eldritch-spouse]

That is a very generous offer Jonesy but I don't want to live on an island. I'm happy enough here. Now if you'll excuse me I need to-ah! Jonesy. Please let me go.

[Ambiguous reader]

TW: Kidnapping

" Why... Whatever do you mean? "

The throne looks entirely perplexed, as if nothing in this world could have prepared him for a rejection that, from your point of view, is anything but surprising.

All of your interactions thus far with this 'celestial' have been nothing if not positive. Jonesy, as he calls himself, is a positive force in your life. You're one of many 'lessers' who this Mother Miara entity he speaks so fondly of has selected to be judged for a certain period of time. Initially, the fear of what this might entail kept you defensive, but Jonesy's 'judging' honestly seems to consist in him inviting himself into your daily routines and generally being helpful.

Convenient enough that you decided to go along with it.

Maybe that's being a little harsh, you did grow to enjoy Jonesy's company, a little bit. He's pleasant enough, polite, seeming to have your best interests in mind, even if he doesn't understand that he no longer has the level of authority angels might have once had over humanity. And, most of all, he always brings small trinkets when he visits. Sometimes it's a new decoration for your home, other times it's some thingamajig he doesn't fully understand and wants you to explain to him under the guise of a simple present. Two of his gifts stand out to you.

Jonesy once gave you someone's personal phone. It was still locked and entirely undamaged, he likely picked it up somewhere. Lessers like theses things, he had proudly said, I found another one for you. He looked offended when you suggested he deliver it to a police station, so you dropped the subject and quietly took care of it yourself. Another time, the throne showed up with a gorgeous, reflective feather. He sounded a bit vague when you prodded for its meaning, but it looks harmless enough. You've decided to put it in a little case, to which Jonesy recommended that you sometimes take it outside with you.

You were never overly touchy with the angel, didn't think you should be. Jonesy is easy on the eyes, in his own bizarre sort of way, but he exudes authority in equal amounts to safety and comfort, so it felt inappropriate to simply take that step. Nevertheless, impulse once made you comment about the quality of his fur, the few times he'd wear something a little more 'casual', and Jonesy said nothing for a few moments, before placing your hand on his chest and letting you feel the expanse of softness there. You had never experienced something like it before, your fingers sunk into it yet it felt so incredibly light, so cozy, as if you could just lay your head upon it and have the best rest of your entire life. Neither of you said much of anything to each other for the rest of that particular visit.

He appears to like animals too, which is something you find very appealing in people. A few times now, he had this super beautiful cat -It was very large, some kind of maine coon?- With fur as white as his own and these wide eyes that seemed just a little too involved in anything around itself. Jonesy carried it with the utmost care and would regularly talk to it, calling it 'lady'. It made you smile, though he would always hand the feline to another celestial before properly greeting you, removing any chance to interact with it.

He's definitely weird.

But, perhaps, you could call Jonesy a friend in your little life.

Being friends with him doesn't mean you're about to abandon everything you've built and those you love just to join an island far away and be in some sort of paradise cult. Even if he's right about it being the best decision you could ever make, even if you'd live your best life there and be incredibly fulfilled, without having to bare the weight of your society's expectations on your shoulder- It's just not your home. It's not where you think you belong, and it certainly doesn't justify leaving your family and friends behind.

" I mean exactly what I said, Jonesy. " You shrug, finishing the basic omelet you were trying to make when he nearly pounded through your door in his excitement to see you.

You suppose these 'wonderful news' are why he didn't waste a second before dropping that bomb of a proposal on you.

" Dove, are you listening? Mother Miara herself has judged your profile and deemed you worthy of joining us in the most sacred location of Earth! "

You really just want to eat and end this conversation. " Jone- "

" Do you not wish to be welcomed into Lady Miara's arms? She will make you the best version of yourself, you will never know misery, you'll be surrounded by prosperity and harmony. I would help guide you- "

" No! " You interrupt, a lot more forcefully. " No, I don't want to go to some remote location and abandon everything I know, excuse me if that sounds crazy to you. I have people here who need me, okay? I have a community I belong to, I like having my own place with all the stuff I own. I like going to places you won't find on an island, Jonesy. I'm not going anywhere. "

He's motionless after your outburst, maybe in shock, maybe trying to make sense of your reasoning. You decide to soften the blow.

" Listen, I'm very flattered. It sounds like a great deal that I know many people would take. And good for them! I'm not one of those people, I'm sorry man. "

The kitchen suddenly seems too small and crowded. After a very tense silent that absolutely rips the hunger out of you, he finally speaks.

" You poor thing. " The throne murmurs, making you rise a brow. " You don't think you're good enough. You feel that you must be tied down to this frivolous nonsense in order to have meaning in your life. You could never be more wrong. "

Frustration bubbles by now. " Jonesy, can we not have this conversation right now? "

" It's quite alright, I see now. You'll need a lot of help to overcome your mind's delusions. Fret not, I'll take it upon myself to clear them. "

The celestial advances as he speaks, resolve radiating off of him. You barely get to turn away before he bodily picks you up. With little effort, as if you weighed less than the very trinkets he'll occasionally bring around.

Angels... Angels don't hurt humans unless they have to, right? It's not in them to be malicious... Right? Jonesy wouldn't hurt you.

He won't.

You hope he won't.

" Wh- What are you doing?! Put me down, please. " He doesn't. In fact, he walks outside. " Please put me down. "

" Silence lesser, be graceful about this blessing. "

You can't see them, but you can hear another celestial waiting for Jonesy, making a noise of confusion.

" Are they wounded? " The new one questions.

" No, just blinded of reason I believe. "

The nerve.

" Unfortunate. "

You're handed off rather easily to a larger set of hands, unable to see the face of this stranger before they run a hand through your face and the ability to see is quite literally taken from you. It's enough to make you freeze.

" Quite. I know they'll find a better home with us however. "

You dare not move when they take flight, knowing it'd be certain death to squirm mid-air, blinded, and horrified.

[sketch-guardian]

For the anon who asked about Remiel's parents, I finally found some free time to do a quick messy sketch of them😌it isn't much, but it should be enough for a concept idea🙈for Azrael at least, since Death's design is from Darksiders. Anyway, here's Remiel:

While these are Azrael and Death, Remiel's parents:

Azrael usually calls Death "My beacon of light", while she uses "My miracle" for Remiel. Also, I added a small close up as well:

It's been a while since my last sketch, so I hope it doesn't suck too much🙈

[howl-arnon]

You can repost my art, I don't care. But if you repost ZORAX art please credit her always.

Who is Sapparin?

Sapparin is hot, does that answer all the question/J

Sapparin is an angel. I don't think I am allowed to gave anymore information than that HAHAHAHAAAAA-

ZORAX is my co-partner on the “Cult in the Church” project and the creator of the character Sapparin, who plays a significant role in the story. If you come across them, please let them know that Gwyath is hotter than Sapparin/J

All the art above features her character, Sapparin. I hope you enjoy it! If you see ZORAX anywhere—on Reddit, TikTok, Instagram, or Facebook—be sure to show them some love!

Unfortunately they are not open for commissions and will not be for a while.

/You can asks and rqs anything bout Sapparin

[ultrainfinitepit]

Angelic Hierarchy (WIP)

[hoaxghost]

Hell grows like a tumour, making it prime territory for newly introduced guardian angels to subdue their hunger on.

[theotherhappyplace]

designing another angel

In the book of revalation there's this ox shaped angel in the throne room of god, i thought that was neat, you don't see a lot of that in angel art so i'm going for that sorta idea

(The inspiration)

[hydaen]

I'm the greatest God created Ich bin dein Alptraum, ich bin dein Omen

[pinkiepig]

So like uhhhhhhhhhhh angel x demon ocs on main,,, they were the product of trying to combat art block and were not intentional but I LOVE THEM

(Edit: the concept remains the same however their displayed personalities here have slightly changed. And angel being a hat is no longer canon :)))

So their deal is is funky angel demons shannagins- but no- demon is quite satisfied with being outta hell and the very fact of being someplace not awful greatly improved their mental health. But being someplace new and not really knowing how to talk to ppl can cause a whole new step of problems lmao.

Here comes an angel sent with the simple but vauge instruction of "deal with the demon" leads them to the conclusion of teaching them how to integrate with humanity despite having ZERO people skills.

the blind leading the blind

Ultimately they'll figure it out together <3

[tsuutarr]

You’ve always felt like you’re unluckier than others. It always rains when you forget your umbrella, you always lose your pencils on the day of an exam, the bus is always late when you need to take it… 

Honestly, you’ve always felt like you’ve had rotten luck.

Lately, though, you feel like your luck has… actually gotten better. You can’t really say for sure, but just yesterday, you had thought you forgot your umbrella and bemoaned the rain, only to find that you actually did have a small umbrella tucked into your bag. And when you thought you lost your pencil, you found another one on the floor. The bus has also been on time more often lately, too. 

You’re not sure why your luck’s gotten better, but you’re not complaining.

Or, you thought you wouldn’t be. However, as you feel someone follow you home, you can’t help but feel like your sudden good luck is all because something much, much worse than minor inconveniences is going to happen to you.

When you take a few steps forward, you hear someone else also take a few steps.

When you stop, you hear someone else also stop.

When you run, someone else runs, their footsteps loud on the concrete pavement, echoing through the empty streets.

You run and run and run but you feel like you’re stuck in place. Fear is the only thing that makes you move.

Snap! Crash!

Your breath hitches as your footsteps stop. You turn around, eyes wide. Behind you, a man is buried under heavy steel bars, blood oozing out beneath him. You didn’t realize you were passing by a construction site, but as you hurry away, you can’t help but be grateful.

Maybe your luck is getting better.

What you don’t realize is that your sudden turn of good luck is due to your newly assigned guardian angel. Lately, he's always been by your side, keeping a careful watch on you to ensure your happiness. And, with how much he adores you, he'll always be with you forever and ever and ever.

There's no escaping him. Even if he tries to make you his.

So, really, maybe your luck isn't getting better, but rotting just like a fallen apple.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 ( 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔 )◞ ₊˚

. ˚◞ ꒰ verse 9948e rishen  x male reader ꒱ angel x reader cw: smutty, semi-public sex, rough sex⊹ ۪ ࣪

being a new god and catching the attention of the famed golden boy angel of the divine realms came with many exciting doors opening. . . after all he's such a loyal whore

imagine being a newly ascended god - one of war, and coincidentally catching the eye of the ‘golden-boy’ angel amongst the divine realms - rishen aryielus.

you’d keep to yourself at first, of course. he has worked with you a few times due the nature of your position. but the tension between you grew. the small glances he’d give you - the less than professional looks. the way he would accidentally brush up against you. those sweet, drawled words that would linger in your ears.

this is wrong, is it not? you’re a god now. not a mortal. you couldn’t give into these desires.

especially not with an angel.

right?

and yet when he bounced on your cock in your grand halls like a good little slut, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. when he whines and gasps out shaky - “m-my lord - please, feel s’good” and - “forgive my depravity I - angh - I-I need you, I need you so bad.” . . . there wasn’t a thing in any of the realms that would make you want to stop him.

the way his tight little hole keeps trying to take more of you. how his gold eyes roll back when you snatch his waist and make him take more. fucking up into him with rough snaps of your hips that make him splutter and drool out your title - it was all too much.

the golden-boy of the gods became your personal little whore; and no one would come to know about it. even if there were a few close calls.

like after a meeting when you bent him over one of the grand tables and pounded his tight little ass while he bit into your arm. until he was crying and squirting all over.

like the time your servants almost caught him down on his knees, serving you as he should. taking you down his throat with your hand buried into his brown curls. fucking his mouth and creaming it until his eyes rolled back.

seems like the angel became addicted to your dick. addicted to you. and would find each and every opportunity to squirm beneath you.

your favourite times are surprising him in his citadel. taking him in his sleep and watching as he claws at the pillows. whines out into the air, if only to take whatever appendage you wrap around his mouth. he adores when you take him in your godly form.

he always looks at you with such reverence.

despite the tears in his eyes. despite the way you pump him full of your divine cum.

“p-please my lord - please please can I cum for you? please - I-I’ll be - angh - good,”

[gravemud]

What’s on your mind?

[dribevoli]

Angeltober day 4: Hunter

If you ever hear the forest go silent save for a droning hum like powerlines in the distance, don't worry! That's just an angel trying to talk to you :3

Prompt: @ultrainfinitepit

[bleatbrew]

Guardian Angel

[ultrainfinitepit]

Pride Angels 2024 - Part III

The third and final part of my Pride Angels series. These flags were requested by generous sponsors during the Pride Angels campaign.

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[hoaxghost]

Pdf whose missing some wing-skin

[philonob]

It was about the time I made biblically accurate oc