#OC: Zadkiel

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

False Gods

(Lilith feels anger at the way her brother is treated)

Tags: Angst, blood, implied torture, Lilith's general lack of anger of management

For: @jaghatai-khock

She was done with this. She was done. She despised seeing her brother badly doing the exact same dance their father did. Except where Sanguinius was careful and knew exactly what words to use and where to put them, Zadkiel was clumsy and was like a puppet upon strings. He carried none of what Sanguinius was, and if any thought he did they had either forgotten how Sanguinius truly was, or they’d become blinded by the words of the Ecclesiarchy. They could fuck off for all she cared because this wasn’t her brother. He’d been stripped and made into something he wasn’t. And what he was, wasn’t even close to the thing he was trying to emulate. 

She also knew what had happened. Lilith was very familiar with Night Lord tactics, having once been in love with one. Of course, that had been before the Heresy. Before everything went to shit. She knew that these days they were far worse and that her Uncle Konrad was screaming in the warp with whatever sanity he still had. Still, she knew. She knew Zad was broken. It was why she was patient. Why she was careful and kept an eye on his movements; avoided talking about her hunts. She wonders if death would’ve been kinder. Death, at least, was honest. She knew Roboute was simply trying to protect, but making Zadkiel like Sanguinius? It set her teeth on edge, and she could feel herself having to prevent herself from punching through a wall. Why? Why did they have to do this!? A noise that was a bit like an emu escaped her throat. She needed to calm down. Otherwise she was going to give her uncle more scars than he already had. She doesn’t notice as she bumps into Zadkiel and she nearly stumbles before apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, brother, I was going to speak with our uncle” Lilith says her voice steady, well as steady as she could make it with all the rage boiled within her. 

Zadkiel in return, smiled in that awful awful way that looked so forced, like he was baring his teeth rather than truly smiling, “It is no issue, sister, I was coming back from speaking with our uncle. You can always tell me your troubles” He says to her in that airy way that not even Sanguinius spoke in at least not Lilith’s recollection. 

“No, I am fine” She responds firmly, yes it was a lie. But a lie was necessary here because she refused to speak to this… puppet that called himself her brother. At least not to this act anyhow. 

“Are you certain? You seem very stressed, here let me-”

“Don’t touch me!” Lilith hisses moving away from him as he tries to reach out and touch her shoulder. She ran a hand through golden locks, her talons catching on the few knots that lurked within her waves. “I don’t wish to be touched, and this… this isn’t you. This isn’t even Father. I hate what they’ve done to you. Forcing you into this role, that’s just an idealized form of him. You’re not him. You’re not” 

There’s a wet warmth on her cheeks, and she rubs it away to find the red of her tears. It just makes her feel even more frustrated and then she finds herself wrapped in a pair of large arms, and larger wings. He’s not speaking now. But she can see the sheen of tears and knows he’s trying not to cry. At first she wants to shove him off, but one good look at his face and she knows… that this is him. Or whatever that’s left of her baby brother, and in that…she takes solace and hugs him back, letting her bloody tears fall.

[daydreamervalchen]

🕯️Zadkiel🕯️

🕯️Zadkiel war bis vor kurzer Zeit noch ein demütiger Priester. Er hat aber eine 180 Grad-Wendung vollführt und legt es nun regelrecht darauf an so viele Sünden zu verfallen wie nur irgendwie möglich. Und während er seine Seele tiefschwarz einfärbt, zieht er so viele Menschen mit in den Abgrund wie er nur kann. Zad sieht das immer noch als "Helfen" an❤️‍🔥

🕯️Nach seinem Abfall vom Glauben hat Zad nicht nur damit angefangen seinen Körper mit Alkohol, "Substanzen" und Selbstkasteiung zugrunde zu richten, sondern hat eine Vorliebe für Körpermodifikation entwickelt. Dank Charlie ist Zad nun um einige Piercings reicher. Unter anderem sind seine Ohren mehrfach gepierct, er hat ein Zungenpiercing und auch Corset-Piercings, welche seinen Rücken entlang verläufen, sowie welche oberhalb seiner Achillessehnen. Zad hat noch mehr Körperschmuck, aber die sind etwas intim :') 🎀[wenn man nett fragt, dann zeigt er sie einem auch :’D Charlie knackt schon mit ihren Knöcheln im Hintergrund]

🕯️Beim Kuscheln besteht Zadkiel vehement darauf der "little spoon" zu sein. Da ist es ihm egal wie umständlich das mit seiner 1,99m- Körpergröße ist und wie dämlich es ausieht. Be the big spoon or be gone.🥄

🕯️Zad trägt so gut wie immer Lederhandschuhe. Mit der Ausnahme von Charlie fasst er auch niemanden ohne diese an. [Zad & Lucius are gloves buddies, I don’t make the rules🧤]

🕯️Nach seinem Ausstieg aus dem Priester-Dasein hat Zad eine Vorliebe für teure Designer-Anzüge entwickelt. Er hasst aber shoppen gehen und lässt sich diese lieber exklusive Schneidern. [Again glucose guardian/sugar daddy/mommy with too much money, where are you? This poor sinner needs to look ✨fancy✨ ;D]

🕯️Wenn Zad Tassen, Becher oder Gläser hält und aus diesen trinkt spreizt er dabei den kleinen Finger ab. Dabei ist er aber keineswegs irgendwie kultiviert aufgewachsen, viel mehr wurde Zad von den kleinen Mädchen, mit denen er im Waisenhaus groß geworden ist, dazu verdonnert als “Prinzessin” bei diversen Teekränzchen teilzunehmen und die Geste hat sich irgendwann eingebürgert.☕

🕯️Zad ist obsessed mit Dingen, die ihm nicht guttun. Etwas Gras hier, etwas mehr als Gras da. Die meisten denken, er ist schlichtweg addicted, tatsächlich hat seine Neugierde in diesem Bereich jedoch viel mit seiner Rasse und seiner Religion zu tun.🌿

🕯️Zad raucht gerne selbst kreierte “Zad’s zurprise Zigarillos” [ja zurprise nur so sind sie authentisch xD], aka er stofft alles erdenkliche an Kräuter, Blättern und anderen Substanzen in ein Zigarettenpapier und schaut was passiert. Entweder er landet nur im Krankenzimmer oder er wacht drei Inseln weiter ohne Hosen auf und kann sich nicht mehr an seinen Namen erinnern. Ein riesiger Spaß :’D

🕯️Zad liebt Insekten. Vor allem haben es ihm Schmetterlinge und Motten angetan, die er als eine Art Metapher für seinen Werdegang sieht. Er hat diverse Schaukästen mit den präparierten Faltern und kann einen stundenlang über diese zutexten. Besonders faszinieren ihn gynandromorphe Exemplare, also Falter, die männliche und weibliche Charakteristika haben und dadurch z.B. unterschiedliche Flügelpaare oder zwei verschiedene Flügelfarben aufweisen. Wenn man bei Zad Eindruck schinden will, gibt man ihm einen Schmetterling und er ist dir schon halb verfallen lmao.🦋

[cait-sith]

October 2023, Day 27: Eyes/Watch

The Beholder.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Awwww…. 🥰 what a sweet ending for the two.

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 & 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 (𝐏𝐭. 3/3)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Went on vacation, kid coughed really hard, came back, sick. What the hell. The Emperor has forsaken me.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A little raven finds a mourning swan and well… attempts to court them. (He’s a very happy little raven.)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Pt. 2}

The moment the little raven awakens, his vision is wrapped up in white feathers. A familiar scent washing over him as his feathers puff up, no longer frozen and clumped with snow. In fact, he felt rather cozy and warm.

He coos a little bit, nuzzling into the warmth, hopping a little closer. His feathers smoothing down, content on where he is. He blinks.

Wait… didn’t?

His feathers puff up again. His talons picking himself up from laying down while he hops back. A loud caw leaving him. Unbelieving of what he is witnessing.

He, a raven, was just snuggling the swan! She let him under her feathers! (More like she saved him from freezing…) Oh! This is definitely a day to celebrate!

The little raven can’t help but caw out again excitedly. Hopping around the swan in the snow: which had woken up to the ravens enthusiasm. Her form shaking off the snow from her feather to watch the raven bounce all around her. Cooing and cawing at her, and she can’t help but be always bemused by this little raptor.

His dedication was admirable, even on her hardest days. His actions… different, but acceptable and entertaining. He was certainly a raven to admire.

The swan honks lightly when the raven is brave enough to hop back into her chest feathers, nuzzling into them. His own feathers very poofy, like the little raven is melting. Was the little raven melting?

Oh, he most certainly was. Melting into her feathers and onto the ground. He was ecstatic! The swan had finally acknowledged him! Put him under her wing! Oh! He was just a pile of black feathers under the swans white ones.

The swan shakes her head but leans it down to push her beak gently against the black ball of feathers. Greatly amused with him as she watches the feathers fluff up impossibly more, it almost reminded her of a chick.

However, the raven doesn’t move. He stays exactly where he is, basking in the closeness she allowed him, cooing softly. Hopping a bit closer if the swan tries to move, and she can’t help but shake her head down at him again.

‘Silly little raven,’ she thinks. Watching the black feathers wiggle underneath her own. ‘Perhaps even crazy too…’

The little raven knows that he isn’t being… logical with his species, but he’ll be damned if he would watch the swan fall again. To see her pristine white feathers turn dull and dark again. He’ll preen her himself if he has to; risk getting bitten by the bigger bird. He doesn’t want to see her be ridden on the ground no longer, staving and immobile.

Instead, he wants to see her fly, even if the weather is unjustly. He wants to fly by her side, even if it’s not logical. To watch her wings extend and overshadow him. To feel that protection once more…

The little raven gives out a sigh like sound, relaxing a bit. His feathers smoothing out again while he lays himself down in her feathers as he can feel her watchful gaze on him, and it isn’t long before she settles herself. Keeping the little raven close, and under her wings for many sunsets and sunrises to come.

[cosmicwhoreo]

My Archangel characters!

So.... I had an idea and that idea took up nearly everything on my to-do list. HERE ARE SOME OF THE CHARACTERS FOR A STORY I'M MULLIN ABOUT-

[meangreennunseen]

Some belated artworks based on this amazing post by @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty

Couldn't draw all of Dadmarchs last weekend, but have some I found extra funny in comic format 😂

All dialogues are straight down from OG post, just edited to be a speech. I recommend to read through OG post for full experience.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Doodles of my OC Zaki hehe

[sorormaior]

👉👈 Can we please get Cary and Zadkiel reuniting

Hug! That! Boy!

[lullabyashes]

Oh well, Icarus, Icarus Why are you so serious, serious? You know you've gotta let it go 'Cause you're flying too close

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

This is part of a series of drawings but Baby Zadkiel is too damn cute to not post. Hopefully I did @jaghatai-khock's Zad right as a baby. And yes that is a wing. I wanted to make it look extra fluffy like how baby hawk wings are.

[fallentheatre]

throwing this here, more enrichment for @hoverboards-and-dragons and a place for me to throw all the small scene collections I write inspired by their AU. have fun i suppose lmao

[helio-art]

☀️ Zadkiel first time seeing Peter full form ☀️

Zadkiel | Hanael | Raphael | Cassiel | Camael |

[egrets-not-regrets]

That is tragic, but so sweet at the end. I like how the apothecaries talk about how depression and disorders and about how the bonds can die if not cared for correctly. I definitely agree emotional and trauma (not necessarily physical trauma causing death) can affect a bond. This is a lovely piece.

𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 & 𝐈𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°|

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Careful on this one, was not feeling nice.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Death Of Child, Death Of Spouse, Grief, Depression, Car Accident.

Zadkiel carefully observes this woman viewing the settling landscape from the glass window of the human medical wing. Warm colors of the sun turning cold across the city’s rooftop’s for the moon to rise. The back of her still form turning into a black silhouette.

He worry’s the resting sun would be too bright for her to look at, but she sits still upon her chair with wheels. Her eyes never looking away from the sun, never blinking at it. It was like she wasn’t affected by it at all. He would have thought her blind if he couldn’t see how her eyes were not the white of blindness, but… dull. Not glazed with life.

Now he worries about what had happened to this woman. To make her loose such sentience on this Ancient Terra that was way better than future Terra where billions would loose their sanity the moment they step out of a Hive City. Where on this Ancient Terra it was more… free and lasting. Happy, some might say.

Why wasn’t this woman happy? Shining like the brightest star in the universe? He was sure she would look radiant with a bright smile on her face, he can envision it. How her body would glow like gold with a simple smile, or how her laugh would gracefully flow through the strings of time. Little dimples on her cheeks visible against her giggles.

Yet, here she is. Her glowing star long burnt out, exploded into dust and rock. Her smile nothing but a flatline on those soft lips of hers. Distraught by something that he wants to know. That he wants to avenge, to heal.

Such beauty should never look so dull. They should be polished, enriched for a better shine. They should be carefully cared for and cleaned with the softest cloth to be set as the finest jewelry upon the galaxies. Not that she already was; a diamond in creation. Set against the suns glow, but this one in particular had not been cared for in a long while. She had not been cherished.

Oh, how he wants to decorate her body with the finest treasures he can find: rubies, diamonds, gold and silver. She would look absolutely remarkable in them. To have them wrapped around her precious neck as a necklace, or around her petite wrists like a bracelet. Perhaps have them pierced into her skin?

Ah, but he doesn’t want to ruin the natural beauty of her. Not matter how much she is doused in his gifts, her organic beauty could never compare to any loyal material worthy of her skin. She was simply too elegant for a simple diamond to be place onto her skin. For copper to stain her skin green. Something that he makes a quick note to himself of not giving her such a low quality metal.

He then stops himself for a moment, his helmet tilting to the side. Questioning himself now. Since when did he want to know of this woman? To adore her with gifts? To make sure she was properly cared for and thriving once more? As far as he’s concerned he shouldn’t even be here at this human medical wing right now. It was way past the “visiting times,” and he has no reason to be here.

Yet, the simple thought of leaving the side of this woman chips at his heart’s like a chisel. Squeezing so unnecessarily at him for thinking about anything negative on her behalf. Which was just leaving her side and nothing harmful like some others would snide about. Almost humiliating it. Wishing they could cut them down with ease but they never could. Finding a calming solstice in their small and aging humanity.

Zadkiel then realizes this was the work of the Warp testing him. Calling out to him to be here or else he wouldn’t be here in the first place, admiring a hidden jewel behind laminated glass. A “bond” his cousins and brethren had told him about it, in more ways than one. How some were blessed with it or downright cursed, refusing that bond that sounded… very hurtful to do.

He stands there behind the woman now confused on… what to do. Should he accept this bond and cherish the woman like he wants to? Craves to do? Or hurtfully reject it? Leave the woman to continue looking out the glass window with him feeling ever more regrettable the more he walks away?

He heard stories were most tried to reject their bond naturally, only to get very “sick” when too long without them. Forcing them to become bonded if they wanted to be primed back into their original state. Some would actually kill their bonded, but suffer severe consequences after it. Having its price to pay. Not a lot come back from that one, but he doesn’t want to live in fear of a bond. It’s not what he wants. What he wants to do is admire the bond, be attentive to bond. Protect the bond with his life. He wants to adore this woman.

He knows he is younger than his older battle-brother’s, but he wasn’t that young to be a cocky scout. He definitely had his experiences and medals in war to have a will of choosing his own decisions, but this one seemed more… prominent. It was not something he could kill and forget or walk off on, no. It was… more than that. Nothing that he had experience on.

“She won’t move, no matter how long you stare.” He hears the masculine voice of the human approaching behind him. Hearing him a few, beeping floors down before making it to him. The nerves of his spine tickling to move him so he can put the male nurse a little less close to the silent woman, but he doesn’t move. Finding it… indecisive to do so. He wants to move the man away, but at the same time he thinks it’s unreasonable for him to do so. This man was barely a threat to him, nor anyone else around him. An apprentice of a human Apothecary at most.

His head tilts to his other side when he puts more thought into the apprentices’ words rather than pursuing his instincts to throw him out the window for taking another step forward into what he deems the women’s bubble. She… won’t move? Why won’t she move? He doesn’t smell anything on her that tells him she is injured? More like… nothingness.

That alarms him when he realizes he can’t smell anything on her. No natural scent, no family, no spouse, nor children, not even a shift in emotion, nothing. There was nothing on this woman for him to recognize her, and that hurts him in a way. How is he to protect her if he doesn’t recognize her? How is he supposed to keep her safe if he doesn’t know what she smells like? What made her aura and scent feel so… empty? That last thought made him straighten up his form, righting his posture.

“She used to be a mother.” The nurse talks to him in a sudden, smaller voice. Zedkiels’ black helm turning to look down at the apprentice with his red visor that turned to glow once the sun fully went over the city’s rooftops, turning the ending day to the beginning of night.

Zadkiel feels like he should get this start of the conversion from the woman herself. Not wanting to get information that maybe untruthful, but this could be a way for him to start recognizing her. He doesn’t have to recognize her by scent or kin. He can do it the more… classy way. He could learn about her to have a more better feel of the bond. To try and connect with her through her soul.

The apprentice with short, messy, brown hair glances up at him before glancing back at the woman. Unable to handle being under the red hue of his visor staring him down. His hands tucking his clipboard to his chest as Zedkiel gives him a small but questioning head tilt, wanting to learn more on this tragic woman that he has a pull to.

“She… she lost the child however, due to a car crash.” The man continues, tightening his arms around his clipboard. Clearly indicating this was a wide and saddening event that had happened here with this woman. “A son it was going to be.”

Zadkiel gets a hit of anger through his systems at that, shuffling his weight. He knows these… car crashes are quite common in this world; having it world wide count of deaths, but an unborn son involved in it? He believes that is heresy itself! Just where was the father in all of this?! Did he abandon her just because she lost a heir?!

“Her husband couldn’t be found in the process of her recovery.” The apprentice sighs heavily. “Yet, once he was found, it hurt to tell the already grieving patient that he wasn’t alive himself. Either by suicide or murder. I do not know, just started working that day, and everyone was not the same that day.”

The heatwaves of his anger cool off at that information of her… husband being in the afterlife, something that most can’t prevent, but Zedkiel can’t help but be put off by it. How could one lose a mate that wasn’t in the car crash? The mate couldn’t have known in time if he lost had lost his youngling to make a suicide attempt.

“She wasn’t the same.” The apprentice adds, gesturing his head towards the woman making his helmet turn back to her. His reflection bouncing off the dark window just as hers did. Her dull eyes never leaving her own reflection. “Never moved much unless it was necessary or when we gently push her to walk around the halls. Never stoped staring through blank walls and windows. Started eating less and less. Never responded again either; all signs of a Major Depression Disorder.”

Depression Disorder? He had heard of this… disorder before by his Apothecary. The head smaller medic giving a lecture when a few of his younger brethren questioned the older Apothecary about it while he was getting his wings preened. He learned that day, just as his brethren did. That disorder is something that could potentially cause death to a bond if not treated, nor cared for correctly. That’s when some of his bonded brethren butt in with some questions of their own if anything such comes to their bonded. Wanting to know how to treat it and prevent it from happening which the medic agreeably responds with some symptoms and how to treat it. Though, he gives on extra warning to stay close to their bonded, wherever they may go when the disorder had deeply affected the bonded.

Zadkiel instincts overboard him when he suddenly takes a cautious step forward. Not wanting to crack the floor underneath him or scare his bonded away as her eyes make contact with his visor reflection in the window, her awareness sending a surprising shiver down his spine.

She reminds him of a mute swan: a large, white, water bird he seen in a younglings book and at many bodies of water he’s flown across, or even flown with a bevy of them. Squawking at him for taking up their V formation, not afraid to take his own feathers off. Despite their…intent to get him off his own flight path, they were a beautiful creature to see; just like this grief stricken woman.

He take another and another step despite the apprentice telling him he wouldn’t be able to do much, they have already tried, but Zadkiel just won’t except that as an excuse for him not to approach who he has and is being pulled to, his little swan.

The closer that he gets to his swan the more his instincts impatiently urge him on, but he does hesitate a little when her eyes narrow a little on him in the reflection. Making him briefly think he should get closer to her at a slower rate, but his instincts flare up again. Pushing him forward to kneel in front of his swan with a thunk to the ground, cracking the flooring anyways.

His instincts tell him to get a move on and touch his swan already! Coo at her! But he doesn’t. He stays still kneeling in front of her, looking down at her, waiting for her. His Apothecary words running through his mind to keep him absolutely still. He needs to wait on his fragile swan to make a move before he does.

A long, seamless moment pass by with the apprentice threatening to call security in the background for evading a patient’s privacy. Yet he doesn’t move at the wasteful threat, gaining a reward instead when his little swans eyes finally turn away from his reflection in the window and look up at him. Getting the man to shut up about his boring threats of rules.

He waits a few moments longer as the apprentice sucks in air between his teeth, forgetting how to breathe as his swan slowly lifts up her delicate hand up to his helm. Her nails briefly, brushing up the ceramite of his helmet before resting on the cheek of it. Cooling his raging instincts at her touch.

Her hand stays there where he breaks from his own will to coo, purr and very gently nuzzle into her hand. Keeping an eye on her when he does, watching how she seemed to relax at his actions. His heart’s beating at her acception as he vows to never leave her side until the day he is slain.

Let’s get you to fly once more, little swan.

[yuuka29]

This looks very cute! Though I was wondering if you guys take male oc’s too? If yes, and if it you want to, could you (your sister) draw zaki? (Just go to my blog and search for zaki)

Otherwise I can also provide a female oc

Hi and Thank you for the request! My sister had to draw it quickly so sorry if it didn't turned out good... Oh and we think your oc is quite handsome! (He looks better than og one tbh)

Hope you like it! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[lycheefreeze]

Zadkiel, Archangel of Mercy.

comm for a friend <3

[livelaughlovesubs]

When I found out there were so many zaki’s, I wanted to draw this. Also the last zaki is kinda cute