#guardian angel oc

[kvisti]

Leo !

I'm not a huge fan of how the side view turned out but I'm just gonna let it be for now💁🏼‍♀️ otherwise I'm happy with how the reference turned out👍🏻

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Character: My OC, Leo

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[gazlineart]

i succumbed to peer pressure and made an oc because the idea of an angel failing upwards and getting promoted every time they sinned to try and get sent to hell was really funny and it got out of hand as my friend helped me develop them

bonus:

[soapgraves]

oc reiki for oc x canon.

his angel form has shorter hair i explained it on twt but im too lazy to copypaste it.

[lovesick-yanderes]

Guardian angel with a darling who is also being the target of a succubus for their soul? Like heaven vs hell?

Sabrael Character Bio

TWs: suicidal ideation, nsfw, dubious consent, yandere typical violence

I was really into this request... hopefully you like it too.

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Movies. Board games. Poorly cooked, nearly inedible dinners. The same three 90s-era yoga videos played back to back on your barely functioning DVD player. Recycled, despondent praises of “Thank you,” and “Yes, Sabrael.” All repeated every single day. You’re going insane. You spend your days at Sabrael’s side, rotting away as their pet. You don’t have the willpower to fight anymore, and they know it. They flit around you like a bird, deceptively gentle and kind as they spend their time playing with you as if you’re a doll within a dollhouse. They dress you. They take care of your hair. They make you tea each night before bed. It makes you sick.

It’s 2 in the morning and you can’t sleep. As per your routine, you’re standing by your bedroom’s window, staring out at the highway across from you. Cars speed past, paying you no mind as you stand locked in Hell. Tears drip down your face; you silently cry as the vehicles continue to pass, their motors blocking out the sound of your sniffling. Alone with your thoughts, you contemplate throwing yourself out the window in an attempt to end your suffering. A two story fall won’t guarantee death, you remind yourself, and you settle for continuing to stare at the cars, hoping someone, one day, will see you.

“Hey.” The sudden appearance of a voice amongst the noise of the cars makes you nearly jump out of your skin. You whip your head back and forth, scanning your room for Sabrael. They’re nowhere to be seen. With your heart racing in your chest, you almost convince yourself that you’ve imagined it… Until you hear the voice again. “Down here.”

You peer down to the sidewalk below, where a shadowy figure is barely visible. They give you a small wave. You stare at them- well, what you can see of them anyway.

“It seems to me like you’re a little stuck,” they say. “I could help you with that, you know.”

“What do you mean?” It’s been a long time since you've been able to speak freely. You squint into the shadows, trying to make out the appearance of the person speaking to you. No luck.

“I can help you escape the angel. All it would cost is your soul.”

My soul for my freedom, you ponder. Would it be worth it? Of course it would be, you correct yourself. You’re desperate and don’t have anything to lose. The stranger already seems to know about your predicament… Either this works and you’re free of Sabrael, or it doesn’t work and you’re in the same spot where you started. Fuck it.

“If you want it, it’s yours. Just get me out of here,” you plead.

“All you need to do is draw a pentagram. I’ll do the rest.”

You’re away from the window in a flash, trying your best to be quiet as you rummage through what’s left of your bedroom, desperate for something to draw with. You come up with nothing. You find yourself stressed out and standing in front of your mirror, fresh tears in your eyes as panic sets in. You haven’t felt this adrenaline in months- not since you’d seen Sabrael sitting in your kitchen that morning months ago. It invigorates you, but it doesn’t rid the anxiety that’s causing your body to shake. Think, think, think, you demand, your brain kicking into overdrive. You need to get out. Anything you can draw with, or draw on… At last, your solution comes- you place your hands on either side of the mirror and breathe onto it, fogging it up. You trace your finger in a circle, then add an upside down star.

Relief floods your body as the pentagram begins to glow, and out from the mirror comes a black mist. The shadowy figure manifests itself in your room, eventually taking shape into a tall, broad humanoid with icy blonde hair. A pair of black horns grow from his head, along with a long, pointed black tail. His red eyes squint as they look you over, and a forked tongue uncurls from his mouth as he gives you a wicked grin.

“That was rather quick,” he whispers, reaching out to grab you by the shoulders. “I didn’t think it’d be this easy.”

“Just get me out of here,” you plead to him. “I don’t care what you need. Just do it and take me away from them.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he hushes you, bringing a hand to your face and brushing his thumb over your lips. Your mouth closes and you feel a warm sensation radiate through your entire body. It feels nice. You lose control of everything, nearly going limp in the stranger’s arms. He smirks down at you before tossing you onto the bed- you feel nothing as you hit the mattress with a light thump. He climbs in after you, shedding his shirt and flinging it onto the floor. “I’ll be taking that soul from you, and then we’ll be gone.”

He tears your pajama shirt off of you, feeling up your bare chest and licking long stripes up towards your neck as he continues to undress you. You can’t move, but your body reacts as it normally would; nipples harden, heart starts to race, heat rises to your cheeks, and your core begins to burn with desire. He ditches his pants, leaving you both nude.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispers, spreading apart your legs to reveal your sex. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, and then I’ll take you far away from here.” He rubs his cock and then picks up your lower body, sliding you closer to him and balancing you on his thigh. He lines up to your entrance, and as soon as he starts to push his way into you, the door to your bedroom is shattered into a million little pieces.

Sabrael stands in an aura of blinding golden light. Their eyes glow brightly, almost matching the light that surrounds them. In their hand is a pristine, gleaming longsword. “I thought I smelled something odd in the house.”

The demon who was just about to steal your soul vanishes in a quiet explosion of smoke and then reappears, fully clothed and now sporting three long, black claws protruding through the top of both of his hands. He stands opposite to Sabrael, near your window. Without another word, the two attack each other. Sabrael swings their sword; the demon easily blocks the angel’s attacks with his claws, deflecting and swiping back at Sabrael.

“They gave themself to me,” the demon sneers, throwing himself onto Sabrael before the angel can block him. He swipes his claws across their face; instead of blood, the same bright light that once surrounded Sabrael now peeks through their skin. Unphased, Sabrael grabs the demon’s arms and swiftly rips them off of him, leaving him defenseless.

“I don’t care what they might have said,” Sabrael announces, kicking the demon off of themself before standing back up. The demon attempts to stand, but Sabrael roughly kicks him in the chest, sending him back to the floor. They place a boot on his chest, holding him to the ground. “They are mine.” Sabrael’s longsword manifests in their hand. The demon takes one last glance at you, naked on the bed and still overtaken by his thrall. Before Sabrael can swing and connect it to the demon’s throat, he disappears in another flash of black smoke. This time, he doesn’t reappear.

Triumphant, Sabrael’s sword vanishes into thin air. As their injuries heal, the bright aura around them disappears. They turn to the bed to look at you.

Sabrael’s gaze lingers over your nude body for far too long. As you regain control of your body, you slowly move to cover yourself, curling up as much as you can. Sabrael clicks their tongue, scowling down at you. “Don’t worry, my pet,” they condescendingly tell you. “You’ll never see anyone like that again.”

[sparkyboo]

Zasha along with Sid the monster under the bed and Teddy the stuffed animal to save their human child from aliens who have aducted them.

[sparrowswritingnest]

Guardian Angel oc, Nightingale, and one with her and her Partner, Koi. (Koi belongs to a friend!)

[gulliblelime]

“Oh my dear sweet Castiel.~”

HI IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE MIDTERMS SUCK HERE HAVE THIS IM VERY PROUD OF IT-

I wanted to maybe draw more of my ocs interacting with eachother because i wanna draw l o r e related stuff. Not sure how to think of ideas but this is a really good start

For more insight on these two u h they kinda hate each other. Its more of Klexos hating Castiel but ya know. Castiel is partially responsible for how this man turned out so its kinda warranted :/

(For the record this looks gay as hell and ik it does)

[mosshugs-art]

*✧･ﾟ: life begins anew *✧･ﾟ

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Characters belong to @rookclan

[spookberry]

Makes a silly little au of my OCs where everyones alive and fine and human still and nothing goes bad ever and also its set in a daycare i guess

[rknchan]

ai in this outfit

and their civillian clothes (i cannot decide on their henshin devices)

[kvisti]

◇ Watching over the city ◇

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I'm honestly proud of this. The background isn't perfect but I'm still happy with how it turned out. I really need to practice backgrounds though ☆

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I actually finished this yesterday at around 2am. I was too tired to post it and really had to go to sleep✌🏻💀

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Take my angel man

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Character: My OC, Leo

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[crabsnpersimmons]

Boop

another boop!

this time, it's Esther's turn!

oh, look out, Anon, looks like there’s someone here to protect Esther from boops!

[minzart]

Canon: doesn't even mention them and is obviously not following the bible

Me: So anyways family drama goes brrrr

[lovesick-yanderes]

Escape

Sabrael Character Bio

This takes place after this post.

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This was it; the night you’d been waiting for.

You drank your bedtime cup of tea, forcing the bitter, lukewarm liquid down your throat after Sabrael had finished tending to your hair and picking out your pajamas. “Goodnight, Sabrael,” you tell them, heading up the stairs of your home.

“Goodnight, ______,” they purr, watching you ascend. You close your repaired bedroom door behind you and lock it. You knew that locking it wouldn’t do anything; Sabrael had already proven that they’re more than capable of entering at any time they wished, but the habit brought you a minuscule level of comfort. Not that you’d be needing it tonight…

You quickly get to work, stripping your bed of its sheets and blankets and laying them out across the room. You tie them each together, forming a large rope. You secure your makeshift rope to the frame of your bed and give it a harsh tug. Nothing moves, and your bed doesn’t even creak. 

Right on schedule, you shove open your window and pop out the screen, tossing it onto your bare mattress. You slide the sheet-rope out of the house and down the siding. You stare at it as it hits the ground; you did it. You’re getting out. You take a deep breath and take one last look at your bedroom before tossing a leg out of the window. You grip onto the rope and slowly start to slide and shimmy down and out of the house. You take your time, being careful to stay quiet and not alert Sabrael of your escape. Finally, you make it to the ground. You let go of the rope and, without wasting any time, you bolt from the house. 

You sprint down the cracked sidewalk of your so-called neighborhood, going as fast as you can in your attempt to find signs of human life. The first thing you see is a small red car. It’s heading in your direction.

You frantically wave your arms above your head, moving yourself to the side of the road before starting to jump to get the driver’s attention. They pull to the side and roll their window down; she’s a young adult, maybe around your age, with long, black hair and soft bangs that are pulled up and clipped away from her face.

“I need help,” you choke out, gasping for breath from your run. “Someone kidnapped me and-”

“Get in,” she tells you. You do as you’re told, climbing into the passenger seat and buckling in as she pulls back onto the road. “So, what’s wrong?”

“I was kidnapped a few months ago,” you begin, teary eyed and grateful for your savior. This woman was truly an angel. “Some freak was stalking me and has been keeping me locked up in my house. I finally escaped tonight.”

“How awful,” she sympathizes, rubbing your shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

“Thank you, again,” you say, leaning back into the seat as your adrenaline melts into a nearly unbearable ache. Your muscles are sore and your stomach is in knots. You’re free, sure, but what will keep Sabrael from coming after you again? “Could you take me to the police department?”

“Of course,” the stranger tells you.

As she drives, your panic and fatigue start to melt away. You did it. You got out. You’re getting help. Sure, Sabrael was still a threat, but maybe if you found someone who knows more about angels, you could work with them to find a more permanent solution to the issue…

She pulls you from your spiral with a gentle nudge. “What was your name?”

“_________.”

“How lovely,” she smiles, glancing over to you with warm, kind eyes. You’re sure you could get lost in them if you had the time. “I’m Emily.”

She continues driving, navigating her way to the nearest police station. She carefully pulls into the parking lot and parks her car near the doors.

You rip the seatbelt off of you and nearly kick the door open. “Thank you again, Emily,” you say, new tears forming as you look back to your savior with utter admiration. “You’ve saved my life.”

All she does is smile. You race to the police station doors. You grip onto the handles and push… and then pull… and then try both all over again. They’re locked. The lights inside are on, indicating that the station should be open. The vinyl letters posted on either side of the door say that the station should be operating 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. You ball up your hands into fists and bang on the glass, screaming and wailing. “I need help! Please! Someone let me in!”

No one comes to greet you.

You turn around; luckily, Emily is still in the parking lot. You return to her car, opening the passenger side door and climbing in to talk to her again. “The postings say that the station is open 24/7… The lights are on, but no one is inside. Do you know of any other stations? Maybe we should try the fire department?”

“Did you think it’d be this easy?” Emily asks. She stares straight ahead, her hands shaking with the intensity of her grip on the steering wheel.

You look at her, shocked. “What do you mean-”

She turns to look at you. Her once brown eyes are now glowing bright gold. It’s a distinctive color, one you’ll never forget. You choke back the need to vomit as fear consumes you. You didn’t escape. Sabrael’s in the car with you.

They smile at you from their disguise, knowing you’ve figured them out. Emily disappears before your eyes as they slowly phase back to their normal appearance. They drum their fingers along the steering wheel and the lights within the police station suddenly flick off.

“You’re stupider than I realized,” they tell you. More and more of your surroundings disappear, merging and blending into a familiar landscape. After a swirl of expansion and the disappearance of some concrete, you find yourself back in your driveway. “You haven’t been in your own world in quite a while… Not since that disgusting demon tried to take you away from me.” None of this was real. “Did you really think you could escape me this easily?”

You close your eyes and cover them with your hands, beginning to silently cry. You were stupid. Stupid for thinking you could get away. Stupid for thinking the perfect stranger would pick you up so easily. Stupid for thinking that the police could help you with a problem like Sabrael.

Sabrael rubs and pats your head like a dog, hushing you as you begin to audibly wail. As you sob, they exit the car and come around to the passenger side, pulling you out and escorting you inside. “Let’s get you back to bed,” they calmly say, helping you up the stairs and back to your room. Inside, the room is restored; the only thing missing is the window. Sabrael helps you into bed. You’re still a crying mess as they pull the covers up over your body and gently kiss your forehead. “Goodnight, _______.” 

As they exit your room, they look back to you with a wrathful gaze. “Don’t make me tell you again.” You stay in bed and cry yourself to sleep.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Falling Part Five | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jae tells Lana about the party but you get nervous, not knowing what his intentions with her might be... Pairing: Guardian Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k (sorry I know it's short and horribly edited) a/n: Hey guys so I know I haven't updated this story in months and a few of you have been asking for it so I'm sorry about that. I know this is short but I wanted to put something out for you guys. I'm still stuck on figuring out what's going to happen at the party so that's why this is still a little short but hopefully I'll figure it out and post it soon! Thanks for waiting 💜 Start from the beginning

"Jimin I don't know what to do" I whine, dragging out the last word, "I've been able to avoid the headache of her going to any high school parties but of course when this tall, mysterious, intelligent guy and his friends come around she suddenly decides to go" I complain to him. 

"I mean to be honest I don't blame her. They seem like they're fun and Jae is charming and to be honest out of the lot he's definitely a lot more her speed. I feel like that's why they work so well together" he responds, trying to get me to calm down a bit which helps but I still don't know how I'm going to help her. 

"Maybe you're right. He does seem like a really nice guy and he hasn't done anything wrong. I think just the fact that this is the first guy she's actually shown interest in is making me a bit more nervous" I admit, plopping down on Lana's bed while she continues to study. 

They've known each other for a few weeks and he hasn't shown any signs of really wanting to lead her astray so that's promising. At this point though I don't really know what he does when he's around Jungkook which stresses me out at the very least knowing that Jae has messed up enough to trade his guardian angel for a fallen one. 

"Just keep a close watch and maybe then he'll show his true colors. Lana sounds like a smart girl and you'll be materializing in a few weeks right?" Jimin reminds me. "That's only if she doesn't start to stray and I'm afraid that if she goes to this party that it'll be the beginning of the end for us" I voice, letting all of my worries and doubts out. 

"Just keep praying that she'll stay strong and that she'll focus on staying on the straight and narrow" he say, making it sound easy. "I wish it was that simple" I mumble, turning my head to look at her while she picks up her phone to no doubt, text Jae back from the looks of it. 

"You've been with her since she was conceived and you know her better than anyone. Just put your faith in her and I'm sure you'll make it to materialization. You've done a great job watching over her so, don't doubt yourself" he encourages. 

"I'm sorry but I have to get going now. Let me know how everything turns out alright?" he say before ending the call. "Yes don't worry I will" I reassure him and say our goodbye right as Lana's phone starts to ring.

"Hey!" she greets excitedly, instantly letting me know who it is without even trying, accompanied by the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. 

"I miss you" he says and I instantly gag while she has the polar opposite reaction watching as her cheeks start to warm up. "I miss you too" she says softly. "I wanted to tell you the details of the party tomorrow and also I just wanted to hear your voice" he admits.  

'Could he be any cheesier?' of course Lana is eating it up though. Chances are he's gonna be her first love so I guess I'll just have to get used to this lovey dovey behavior from them. I drown their conversation out, still listening in but only enough to sense if something bad will happen but it's pretty innocent at this point thank God. 

Thinking about all this love stuff is taking me back to when I was young and falling in love with Jungkook...

Eons ago...  

"Go talk to her" Jimin says, elbowing Jungkook in the side and he groans at the contact still with his eyes fully trained on me. 

"She's probably already with someone else" he says, making excuses and tries to walk away but his friend grabs him by his shoulders and turns him around, making him face me again

"She doesn't have a bracelet yet" he points out, looking at my wrists, neither of them adorned with and sort of jewelry. "Just go talk to her" Jimin repeats, pushing on his shoulder and making him stumble, grabbing my attention. 

Jungkook and I make eye contact for a second and he smiles bashfully and I return it before going back to my conversation with a few other female angels. 

"Look he's coming over here!" one of them says once I've turned back towards the group giving the handsome angle my back making me straighten out my wings from their slouched position into a more graceful one. 

"He's probably looking at one of you guys" I say in a hushed tone, all of them having clocked the way he was looking at me, leaving me feeling insecure and pushing away the thoughts that someone as handsome as him would be interested in a lowly angel like myself. 

I hear a man clear his throat behind me and my body goes rigid praying it's not who I think it is having truly thought my friends had been teasing me. 

They all make eyes at me, wordlessly telling me to turn around but when I don't he chances speaking to me to get my attention. 

"Hello" is all he says and the smooth baritone of his voice is more heavenly than any other melody I'd ever heard. "Hi, um we've actually gotta go" one of older angels says and pushes the other girls to the side, herding them over somewhere else and my protests die in my throat once he tries his luck again. 

"I haven't seen you around here before" he says and at that I turn around to face him. My breath is taken away from seeing him up close, his features working in perfect harmony. 

"Um yeah I'm one of the new borns, I guess" I say, still unsure of how everything works around here, referring to my recently aged up status. "Oh, well it's very nice to meet you..." he trails off waiting for me to fill in the blank. "Y/n!" I say quickly, embarrassed to have left a longer gap between his question and my answer. 

"That's a beautiful name" he says, testing how my name sounds on his lips. I swear I never want anyone to address me by my name ever again unless it's by him or God. "Oh and you are?" I question, forgetting to return his interest. 

"Jungkook" he says, a name that I had never heard before but pray would be one I would utter again and again. "It's nice to meet you Jungkook" and I can see how his eyes light up and his wings slightly raise behind him, obviously happy to have heard his name from my lips as well. 

And from that moment onwards we started falling. Madly, deeply and hopelessly in love. That is, until he fell...

"JK said the party starts around 8 so I can pick you up around that time if you'd like" I hear Jae's voice say through the speaker. "Oh okay, yeah that works!" Lana says but she sounds a bit wary. 

"What's wrong?" Jae asks, clocking her change in demeanor. "It's just that my curfew is 10 so I wont be able to stay for very long and because you're the one JK's throwing the party for I wouldn't want you to have to deal with leaving early to take me home or anything" she says and he nods his head, thinking for a second. 

"What about this. Why don't we just go and hang out there for like an hour and then we'll leave and spend the rest of that time together on our own before your curfew" he suggests and she lights up at the idea. "I'd like that" she smiles shyly, a fluttery feeling in her stomach again, no doubt from the thought of spending true alone time with him for the first time.

"You sure you want to miss out on the party?" Lana questions, starting to feel guilty about it all. "The party is gonna go on all night so if I feel up to it I can always go back later on. You're the only one I really want to spend time with" he admits and again I can't help but roll my eyes. 

At least he's honest though but I really hope this night ends with a simple goodnight kiss. 'Please Jae for the love of God don't pressure Lana into losing her innocence' I offer as a silent plea. 

Lana is someone I've been entrusted to and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she stays safe. One boy is not gonna ruin this for her, she's stronger than this and I know that. I just need to keep reminding myself and stop doubting her. 

I've gotta put my faith in her just like Jimin said, and pray to God Jae's intentions are pure. Please Jungkook, don't encourage him to do this, I know it's your sole purpose to lead him astray, but please, not Lana...

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[rogdona]

can you tell me about ponsis... I am harboring...

The Interest

wasnt planning on drawing anymore today but u hit my weak spot by showing interest in my characters so HERE WE GOOOOOOOO

i dont have much on her bc like most of my characters i only think up to the basic ideas for the story and make up details as i go but anyways!!!

ponsis is a lil angel who has a lot of this nasty thing called curiosity, which ends up getting her closer to some things that she should maybe not see

however shes very loyal and has been around for a long long time so the higher up has a lil soft spot for her!! however to keep her from getting into trouble it has decided to keep an eye on her. Literally

YEPPP the third eye isnt hers, her halo has been replaced w it

w being one of the higher ups favorites came a few more responsabilities that also help keeping her from going around asking or finding stuff she shouldnt

so she spends a good bunch of time keeping the rest of the angels in order