#angel hunters ocs

[p0stmortem]

Newest little dream blorbos are rewiring my brain so fucking hard

[sir-subpar]

Gabel's been redesigned again. I'm finally starting to like her look

Just a reminder: Gabel's Pronouns are she/they/he

[xykcta]

I redesigned a little my old OCs for AU, one of them is a huntress and the other is a... fish angel?

[blighted-elf]

My character from Out for Blood, Angel. She just wants to run her little shop in peace but vampires keep stopping by.

Art commission info in pinned post, Kofi link in bio

[milasartblog]

As tomorrow's day will be busy one for me, I decided to post this drawing now. Happy Halloween^^

Floriana, Ada, Asmodei, Kayen, Ambra, Iv, Pavutynka, Angelo, Hunter and Lucia belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Design for Kayen, Iv and Angelo by @cosmosdream-world

Design for Hunter by Mynty-Paws

[tomzzstarz]

sketch dump o.o

[redlenai]

I present to you my angel and my righteous man

You've already seen Derek but here is Liam, I've redesigned him since he looked WAY too much to Akira Fudo but now he looks like a weird Latinamerican-Sam or Dean winchester who wears leather instead of jeans 💀

In my story with them, Righteous men are born from reapers who fell in love with a human they refused to "kill" (Reapers don't actually kill, they separate souls from bodies when the later decays, or when the soul is running out of spirit, the cosmic energy). Most of righteous men are tied up to a reaper until they fullfill their righteous duty despite not knowing what it is. The reaper's purpose is to "mow" the path of the righteous man, this meaning that if needed, those close to them but that interfere with their duty would be in danger or die.

Reapers are not in control of their bodies, they are tied by the red thread of destiny, with their eyes, ears, mouth and brain sewed, since their judgement can't interfere (See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, think no evil... do no evil)

Derek is a driachota, a distant relative of angels, born from them and celtic deities. Driaochtas are their own species, they are similar to witches with the difference that their powers are celestial and connected to Heaven, like having their own grace or angelic aura. There are times a driaochta could be born a dormant angel, the easiest way to notice is that they are born hermaphrodites, but sometimes they get confused with intersex newborns and years later you have situation's like Derek's

Derek awakened after their father removed a curse from himself, one that prevented him from being close to those he loved otherwise they could die/be in danger (similar to the righteous man curse), for Derek's parents it was the most traumatic experience when their child started vomiting black goo, not only because of the awakening but because Derek's wings were growing inwards and were damaging their body, they had to cut their back to allow the wings to come out and after that, their body healed and became fully an angel, but it was the most painful thing the three of them experienced.

Liam is stupidly in love with Derek, Derek doesn't want to fall in love (Secretly afraid they may die like the angels they see in fiction)

[tiredvibehours]

POV: Your Ghost has even gotten tired of watching you farm bounties for that sweet sweet XP dopamine rush

[ren-the-pen]

OC-tober day 13

Prism (lore in tags)

[officialsciencetale]

Part 2

*Angel turns to see who said that*

Angel: Who are you?

Golden Guard: I am the Golden Guard, let me take somewhere safe human.

Angel: Look, I don't trust you…so no.

GG: Look, just come with me right now human. 

Angel: Again um….no…

GG: Okay, looks like we're doing this the hard way. *pops his knuckles*

*Angel starts running from the Golden Guard, he follows right behind them. The Golden Guard uses magic to try and stop them, Angel dodges and climbs up a tree. They jump from branch to branch, the Golden Guard looks around in the tree tops*

GG: Human!? I'll find you if it's the last thing I do!

*Angel continues to runs but trips, they struggle to get back up*

Angel: No…I won't go…

*They try to lift themselves up to hide from the Golden Guard, but the Golden Guard found them*

GG: Struggling dear human? Let me help you… *he grabs their ankle and pulls*

Angel: No! Let go! *They kick and holds on for dear life*

GG: You're coming with me whether you like it or not! *He pulls harder on them*

Angel: I won't! *They look up and grab a branch that breaks and falls on the Golden Guard*

GG: Ow! Ya brat!

*Angel gets up and holds the stick, they glare* 

Angel: Try me now, Golden Guard! *They were ready to fight*

*The Golden Guard gets up and cracks his neck and spins his staff* 

GG: This should be good.

Credits:

Golden Guard: Dana Terrace

Angel Sweetwater: Mine

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[impzone]

happy halloween from the boys!

[wallashoom]

if you haven’t read language! ignore this hdjsjdjjd

[sir-subpar]

Gabel vs Fachnan- Hell's Pale Mountains

"The Pale Mountains were once so pale, the only color on them came from Hell's sickly green sky. Now they are stained blue with angel's blood."

*Click for quality*

[amethystpath-writes]

Remember Being Holy

Drugged Hero

( @whatwhumpcomments )

The world moved at an oddly slow and fast speed, swirling and twisting in on itself. Marcy barely had the sense to look down at her cup of water. Aside from it moving in and out of Marcy's hand because of her swimming vision, it looked fine. But she knew it wasn't. Something had been mixed in it.

If Marcy acted quickly enough, she could get it out, get whatever she swallowed out- she just needed to throw up.

Grasping wall after wall, chair after couch, Marcy made it to her bathroom- all the while everything still spun. Everything floated around her house in oblong shapes and desaturated colours.

By some miracle, Marcy's hand was able to find the handle of the medicine cabinet. Perhaps with luck, she popped and swung it open, reaching clumsily for her toothbrush. Toothpaste, toothpicks, dental floss, vitamins, and vials of perfume were swept into the sink by accident as the hero's hands swatted about and she had to grasp onto various things to steady herself.

Eventually, she was able to grab her toothbrush.

Even further along the way, and after watching the bristled stick bob in the air from her too heavy arm, Marcy jammed the toothbrush into her mouth, scrubbing at the very back of her tongue and poking the sensitive flesh at the back of her throat. She gagged, and gagged, but couldn't throw up. Marcy couldn't trigger herself to throw up.

What was going to happen if she passed out? Even dizzied, Marcy knew who it was who'd managed to slip something into her water. It was Hunter, and if Hunter got ahold of her...she didn't want to think of what they would do with her. Marcy needed to stay awake, needed to fight this urge to collapse and give in.

The toothbrush didn't work; maybe if she chugged a lot of water then she could throw up, and therefore get rid of whatever drug she'd consumed. With slow hands and eyes that saw double now, Marcy turned the faucet on and let her lips split to gather the water in her mouth. She swallowed, one, twice, three times...ten times- until she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her throat.

Before she could take herself to the toilet to encourage her vomits, Marcy jolted at the sharp sound of knocking behind her. She looked up at the now closed medicine cabinet which doubly served as a mirror. Marcy spun, seeing Hunter in the reflection.

Fortunately for her, Hunter caught her as she began to lose her balance, falling backwards with her eyes drifting shut for a blink too long.

It was only fortunate because of her fight to stay awake. Had Hunter not caught her, her eyes might not have opened back up.

"Mm gon kill-"

"Shhh, sh sh sh. You've been trying so hard, dear. Don't waste your breaths giving useless threats to nemeses who have already won."

Marcy hated the way her body relied on Hunter's solid chest and shoulder. They were the enemy. They were here to take her away, and yet they were also the only thing helping her to achieve her goal- to stay awake.

"Hmmph." She couldn't speak. It was like her tongue was swelling in her mouth, and in her throat. A whine rose back there, and it was about the only thing Marcy could feel right now. That, and Hunter's hands beneath her arms, holding her up as they pushed her away, her head falling slack without the proper use of muscles in her neck.

"Mmmlet...m-me...g-guh-go."

"So that you can fall into a defenseless heap? That sounds worse for you than me helping you stand."

If she weren't drugged, she'd be crying with the amount of fear she felt.

No. No, if she weren't drugged, she wouldn't be in this position at all.

"You left me," Hunter said. "I wanted my little angel back."

"Hm. Mmm." Her eyes mind was drifting in and out every time she tried to speak. Marcy gathered enough focus to flop her head forward, her chin tucked to her chest. She forgot Hunter had pushed her away from him. The goal had been to lay her head on his shoulder.

"M'not anngel nn'more."

"Your wings may be charcoal from your fall now, but you're still beautiful to me. You didn't really think you could hide in this human world any longer, did you?"

An image of horns and a sharp tail- Hunter's true form- flickered in Marcy's mind, sparking a second of awareness. But it didn't last.

"Come on, I'll take you home now."

"'on wann'go."

A tear slipped from her eyes and down her cheek before falling to Marcy's bathroom floor, but she didn't feel, nor see it. She was tired, so tired. And as Hunter began dragging her along, she hardly noticed herself drifting away for good. When she woke up again, she wouldn't be in her human home, but Hunter's Hell instead.

******

Next part here (this link doesn’t work and I can’t find the second part. :( Sorry)

[characternerdocs]

Here she is, that gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlboss herself, Ramiel

Monster Hunter extraordinaire; Honorary Archangel of War; Scourge to scapegraces everywhere

Oh and of course Heath’s ex-girlfriend

Apparently my boy has a type and it individuals who can bench press him without breaking a sweat.

[cheesycokeart]

Found some time and wanted to bust out art of my dude! Been doing a more doodly style for a project lately and trying to bring a looseness to my lineart. Not too sure if it's making much of a noticeable difference, but I'd kinda like to apply it overtime.

Inks: https://sta.sh/02cy6kx9vjbq