#angel (pc)

[codebutterfly20]

Angel!pc doodles!

[serena-the-marionette]

I drew @fandomfail wonderful angel PC Mira.

Really liked the lighting in this one!

[kyuubitplays]

[R18] Virgin Angel (1995) on PC-98

[cabysoft]

[pixelpunk98]

[sweetestflow3rs]

messing up a job from cody when he's at low love has its consequences

[tullecake]

blonde hair blue eyed girlies that die -- gotta be one of my favorite genres

[90sfantasyanimestuff]

pc-98 game developed by dynamic production

[jestrcadez]

Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend 🕊️

[nyaa]

[carlosejis]

With a sincere heart, I promise to love you even when I don't know how to do it ♥️

[dollya-robinprotector]

Hi angel! I reached the caves today (I didn't know the caves existed until today), any tips?

[kanataueda]

[tateringss]

DIVINE ECSTASY

"You may not realize it now, but you will bring darkness upon this valley. Out of love, let him go." -- St. Gabriel Andral to Omen

When Mornmaster Sergei von Zarovich revealed the sacred tomb of the revered Saint Gabriel Andral, Omen never expected to speak with the saint himself. Nor was he prepared for the dire warnings Saint Andral would deliver — especially when the saint appeared with a face so hauntingly familiar to the priest and prince before him.

The warnings spoke of the destruction he and the others would bring upon the valley. Of the doom that would fall upon Sergei if Omen chose to remain by side. And of a fear manifest: that he will once more become an omen to the one who loves him. "How much faith do you have in your god? In your saints?" Omen asked the cleric after his mind finally returned to the present, still hazy with the ghost of a vision. "Unshakeable," Sergei answered, with all the assuredness of a man raised and remaining devout. So Omen conveyed the words of Sergei’s patron saint, struggling to find the strength to say goodbye as his heart bled with every word and the priest's worried gaze seemed to tear through his soul. Yet Sergei stood his ground, even as doubt crept into his mind — wondering why the saint had not spoken to him directly. Wondering why his god remained silent. "If I were to die, then it would be so. But for now, I want to live what we have." The priest reached out to the anguished fallen aasimar, cupping his scarred checks between his palms. "Please... Please... I love you, Vilomen. I love you." No words were uttered back. There was only a reply of a desperate, clawing cradle. A silent cry of need, a muted cry of want. And so Sergei and Vilomen embraced each other into the depths of the night. Inseparable. Tearful.

Long enough for a God to look away.

Long enough for a God to forget.

If you like the piece and writing, you can buy me a donut over at Ko-Fi :>

[barkyshark]

The astonishing Agne 🌠 Aasimar (?) astral self monk. There are horns tucked away beneath her jester hood, but when she takes on her astral visage it becomes clear what they used to be...

[pixelpunk98]