#angel hunters ocs

[ivyprism]

I love you (Runyon x Reader)

Warnings: The L word, angels, demons, implied could've died, death warning, love, lots of it. (Established Relationship)

"I love you." You startle when you hear Runyon speak the three words. He had his hand around your waist and his head on your stomach. You laugh.

"Where did that come from?" You inquire in a lighthearted tone. Runyon nuzzles your stomach slightly as he kisses you.

"Can't I tell the person I love how much I love them?" You nod in response to Runyon's question. You then tilt your head.

"But why?" You ask again, and he laughs. He kisses you again and rests his head on your shoulder.

"I love you, that's why." He merely answered. You blushed slightly as he nuzzled your neck.

"I love you, too." You simply react while closing your eyes.

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"Runyon-!" As you see the demon ready for another strike, you sob. He wraps his body around you, and you can hear him grunt in anguish. He steps back and cups your face.

"Run." As you begin to shake your head, Runyon says clearly. "Conlan!" Conlan pales as Runyon glances at him as Runyon shouts to his brother. His orange eyes were ablaze. "Take them and run." He gives the instruction, but Conlan protests by opening his mouth.

"Bro-" Conlan begins, but Runyon cuts him off.

"Run!" Runyon orders again. Conlan inhales deeply and gulps. Before you know it, you're being snatched up and pulled away by him.

"No-! Runyon!" You called to him and noticed the wound on his back. As he turns to face you, your eyes widen. He was wielding a rapier. He gives you a reassuring smile, and you start crying and protesting Conlan's grip.

"I love you, rose quartz," Runyon says, and you hear him. You cover your lips as he turns to face the demon and draws his rapier. As the combat begins, the smoke obscures him.

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You were trembling. Conlan tried to console you, but your gaze was drawn to the smoke, and tears welled up in your eyes. What if Runyon was no longer alive? Would you never again hear his voice? Were his final words to you that he loved you? He had to be OK. He had no choice. He was a formidable demon slayer. He wouldn't die easily, would he? You were far away from the carnage when you heard someone yell. He was right there.

"Runyon?" You perk up and instantly call. He was holding himself up with his sword, but he grinned at you. It was him, your Runyon. He was still alive. "Runyon!" As you rush at him, you yell. You hug him tightly, and he stumbles slightly.

"Rose-" Runyon begins, but your lips immediately silence him. You hug him one more.

"You idiot... You didn't give me the opportunity to say I love you back…" He blinks as you whisper. He sensed your trembling and softly wrapped his arms around your waist. He strokes your neck. You could sense his soul thrum and felt at ease. He was still alive.

"You're right... I'm sorry..." While holding you, Runyon whispers to you. You felt at peace but yet scared, because of his warmth, smell, and the feel of his magic. You'd chastise him afterward. What was important now was that he was safe. "I love you." Runyon says it quietly as if to make amends for not allowing you to say it back to him previously. As you close your eyes, you tighten your grip on him.

"I love you, too." As you hold him, you respond with a whisper. People were approaching to look at him and praise him, but you were in his arms, and he wouldn't let you go.

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Hehehooo

@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @rainbowut

[cursed-and-haunted]

"I THINK MY NAME'S SUPPOSED TO BE HUNGER" - webweaving for my oc

Where it Begins, Erica Jong / Poem for a Birthday, Sylvia Plath / Left Me WithA Bitter After Taste, Raquel Loizou / Clarice Lispector / A Fate Worse Than Death, Nisha Patel / The Unabridged Journal of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / Hansel and Gretel, Anne Sexton / Teaching the Dog Not to Nip, Jim Moore / I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @/thegirlhoodtheory / Sinnerman, Kwame Boateng /Jeff Simpson / "you've always been more of a dog person", @/tdaspoetry / Some Girls Are Born With An Insatiable Hunger, Lisa Villemaire / Essi Välimäki / The Front Bottoms / Silas Denver Melvin / Breezeblocks, Alt-J / Cellophane, FKA twigs / Strangers, Ethel Cain / Jenny Holzer / Emily Palermo / landscape with fruit rot and millipede, Richard Siken / dogperson, @/sloppjockey / The Cunning of Hunger, Chana Bloch / DRIP, Crywolf / Sliver Springs, Fleetwood Mac

[sanchomps]

sketch busts for LonestarLesbean and RitzOE on twitter, @transmandonnie and @grimmblewick!

[samarzart]

finally finished

an aasimar turned god of justice, sacrifice, and devotion

[oc-babe]

OC Pokemon AU Types + Teams <3

I'm a simple man,,,I want to insert my ocs that have no business being near my other interests,,,here's a v basic rundown of my ocs as Gym Leaders (and if you totally wanna ask me more about this please do I can and will expand the teams + other nerdy stuff)

♡ = Their fav pokemon !

Magnolia Sinclair

- She specializes in bug types !! She's a bug girl at heart <33

- Actually doesn't like fighting with Leavanny, she keeps it around for it's silk and ability to help with sewing. It's sent out more as a last ditch effort

- She def keeps some Combee around on her property, using their honey to keep Heracross happy

Carolyn Gray

- Carolyn adores poison types!

- She considered specializing in just water types, but she has a morbid curiosity when it comes to how sneaky and dangerous poison types tend to be. She thinks they make fantastic subjects for her photography

- Has a strong bond with Croagunk, keeps it around because of rumored healing properties from its poison

Hunter King

- I think it's easy to see why this competitive jock would lean towards Fighting types!

- A lot of his team is off of looks, he and his pokemon like to show off and intimidate

- Hunter took a surprising liking to Scrafty, relieved to find a fighting pokemon that doesn't mind playing a little dirty or getting into trouble

Emil Müller

- Emil specializes in steel types!

- Rather protective of his pokemon, it's common for him to close his gym and turn away challenges so they don't get overworked

- It's hard to describe what makes Emil drawn to Meowth, but he likes to think that it gets him than most people do. He always shares the earnings of his battle with Meowth.

Angel

- Angel has always felt drawn to psychic types!

- While it's hard to actually catch Angel at his gym, you'll have the best of luck late at night! He prefers to battle outside, right in the moonlight

- Angel constantly has his Swoobat out of it's ball and flying freely around him, he thinks of it as a little good luck charm!

[purelywretched]

A Little "What if" illustration for the oc x character fic. Like what if Belos wasn't an awful human being?? Look what you could've had dude!!

(They're watching tinkerbell on her iphone 7)

[moliathh]

crossover: hellsing x identity v (Tarot gamemode)

Two factions: Hellsing Organisation and Vatican Section XVIII: Iscariot

Kings: Integra and Enrico

Squires: Seras/Walter and Yumiko/Heinkel

Knights (Hunters): Alucard and Anderson

(another part of hellsing/idv crossover)

[ivyprism]

The Blood Spilt (Angels Fall AU Backstory)

Warnings: Death, sorrow, dust, mourning, angels, demons, etc.

Theron shot up in bed, gasping. He felt his spirit tremble and turn icy cold. He ultimately eased his fear by holding his skull. He sighed and leaned back, his hand on his nose. He sat up and got up after staring aimlessly at the ceiling. He brushed up against the counters. He boiled some water, got some tea, and mixed the two together. His head was spinning as he leaned on the counter.

"You okay, bro?" Odin's voice chimed, startling his younger sibling. Odin blinked as Theron examined him. "Jeez, bro, you're not usually this jumpy. What's up?" Odin inquired, leaning against the doorframe.

"Nothing, Odin. I just couldn't sleep..." Theron lied to his brother, but Odin was bound to see right through it.

"You had a dream about her again, didn't you?" Odin inquired, as Theron tightened. "Theron… It wasn't your fault." Odin stressed to his brother, and Theron slammed his cup down. Odin sighed as it made a loud clattering sound.

"I know that!" Theron snapped as he turned towards his brother. "I do not need to be reminded constantly." Theron put his cup down and rushed past his brother.

"Theron-" Odin called but he was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. He ran his hand against his face.

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As he leaned against the door, Theron sighed. He slipped down it, grabbing an old phone. It had been years at this time. He opened it and began scrolling through some old photos. It was a picture of him and another skeleton with warm red eyes. She was grinning at the camera, and he was grinning back. As he shuts his eyes, his hand trembles. He stows the phone and conceals his face.

He never confessed to Anore, his long-time childhood buddy, closest comrade, and first love. He admired her from afar, it was more of a childish crush in retrospect, but when she died.

Not after her death at the hands of a failed Corrupted Angel mission. He felt like it was all his fault. He brought her onto that mission. He didn't even remember who did it.

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He could only recall a few details from that day. Anore and he had planned to go find this corrupted angel that day. They knew who it was, and they were going to expose him, proving to the world that he was a corrupted angel, not the good person he pretended to be. He remembers the confrontation and...

He also recalls hearing the blade impale something. A gasp was cut short, and the sound of a corpse dropped. The agony of being cut and having his eye wounded. He recalls staring at Anore's body as he drew his injured body to support her.

"It really hurts…" Anore sobbed as he urgently sought to save her. He worked so hard. His hands shook, his vision blurred, and his soul ached, yet he couldn't stop the bleeding. It was too much.

"It's gonna be okay, it's okay. Stay awake." Theron tried to console her, his voice shaking; he knew she would die, but he couldn't accept it. While seeing this, he remembered the corrupted angel chuckling.

"How heartwarming…" The voice of the corrupted angel was twisted, but it horrified Theron. He was disgusted, even if he couldn't recall the face of this corrupted angel. It didn't matter, though. All he could think about was clutching Anore and asking her to stay awake. His vision became blurry, and then…

The sensation of her turning into dust. As he grasped her leftover ribbon, he begged, yelled, and cried for her to stay. He felt nothing but absolute grief and sorrow until he was blinded by vengeance. He turned his blade on the corrupted angel, wounding him, but then passing out.

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When he awoke, he was confronted with his brother and the others. He discovered Anore had died in his arms, and it… Destroyed him. Theron leaned on his legs as he held his hands against his skull. He stared at the wall as he closed his eyes.

He would never lose someone he loves like that again. He'll protect them. He learned how to heal and became good at it because of it. He'd protect his loved ones... He sighed again.

Stars, he wished he could sleep...

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Odin sighed, covering his face. He had arrived too late to help Anore. He'd discovered her dust and Theron's barely alive body. He recalls how it felt. How he felt when he discovered them. The pain and fear of losing his childhood friend and nearly his brother. It almost killed him.

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Odin had walked into the room. He'd noticed it immediately away. When he saw his brother resting there with the pile of dust next to him, he felt a pit in his SOUL. He had prayed deep inside that it was the dust of the Corrupted Angel, until he saw the ribbon in the dust and knew. He recognized Anore. He was feeling sick to his stomach.

"Theron!" Odin sobbed as Conlan and Runyon stared in horror at the scene. Odin had frantically grabbed his brother. His hands were trembling.

No, no, no. No. Theron can't die. He can't lose someone else. He can't.

"Odin- Odin!" Conlan cried as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. He was trembling, screaming, and urgently clutching his brother. Conlan could see that his eyes were shaking and that he required assistance.

"We need to get him to help. We can't stay here." Runyon immediately said. Odin reluctantly nodded as he was torn away from his brother. He watched as angels and others appeared to assist him. Odin, however, felt numb. Anore had died. He had arrived too late.

He nearly lost Theron because he was too late...

He can't be late again. He can't be.

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Odin sighed as he closed his eyes. He really needs to talk to someone about this. But right now, he needs to pick up the pieces and prepare for the anniversary. Theron also had a mission coming up that Odin was going to come along with.

He won't be late again. He'll protect his brother even if it means he has to die.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @underfell-crystal @buff-borf-bork @rainbowut

[cursed-and-haunted]

Who will save us when there is no one left to eat?

my oc Santiago

[luvsavos]

big ol kitty stretch

[angelicmoonstone]

Janus just eating some cake.

I didn’t know what to draw 😅

Design by @ladycathastrofe please go check them out! They did this amazing reference sheet of her!

[mohavegecko]

wip graveyard bc i am physically incapable of finishing anything i start

[vinetooth-prime]

The Immortal Nimbus Package returned today! I have been waiting for it for my Angel* Astral Ward OC, Arvil! 🥰

[tyulezhik]

[silkroaad]

daily doodle let's go !!

[bandagegirl]

Most of these either dont know or didnt want to tell me how they'd describe themselves. And its ok to have no words