#guardian angel oc

[gohe1090]

I was requested to redraw an old OC of mine so I thought “Why not!”

So here he is~ His name is Gam and he was a guardian angel to another OC of mine that maybe someday I’ll draw/redesign along with him haa~ But we’ll see 😌

[nikuqueensempai]

A particular female villain OC of Dragon Ball, Caipirihna

Caipirihna is a very particular villain, a fallen angel, which in other words would be the angels of the erased universes from 13 to 18. Her brothers took paths to live their lives more peacefully, however she, hungry for power, decided to become a villain of universe 2, recruiting people to her ranks and turning them into warriors that the Otome Sentai must face to win.

The mark of her forehead is the simbol of a Fallen Angel.

Her real name and villain name mean the next:

-Caipirihna: Type of cocktail made from Cachaça, lime and sugar

-Secret: A cut of pork that is so called because it is a cut of meat that is hidden, since it is extracted from an area close to the pig's legs, specifically in the armpit.

[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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[theratking21]

Azpa!

[smallmothwindchimes]

Guardian angels concepts.

[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)

[boiledprawn99]

merry [redacted]mas and a happy [data expunged] to all, from the Hadal Blacksite !

quick thing for chrimbas (it’s the 25th here in Aus!!)

+ bonus HQ guy freaking out

[tsuutarr]

You’ve always felt like you’re unluckier than others. It always rains when you forget your umbrella, you always lose your pencils on the day of an exam, the bus is always late when you need to take it… 

Honestly, you’ve always felt like you’ve had rotten luck.

Lately, though, you feel like your luck has… actually gotten better. You can’t really say for sure, but just yesterday, you had thought you forgot your umbrella and bemoaned the rain, only to find that you actually did have a small umbrella tucked into your bag. And when you thought you lost your pencil, you found another one on the floor. The bus has also been on time more often lately, too. 

You’re not sure why your luck’s gotten better, but you’re not complaining.

Or, you thought you wouldn’t be. However, as you feel someone follow you home, you can’t help but feel like your sudden good luck is all because something much, much worse than minor inconveniences is going to happen to you.

When you take a few steps forward, you hear someone else also take a few steps.

When you stop, you hear someone else also stop.

When you run, someone else runs, their footsteps loud on the concrete pavement, echoing through the empty streets.

You run and run and run but you feel like you’re stuck in place. Fear is the only thing that makes you move.

Snap! Crash!

Your breath hitches as your footsteps stop. You turn around, eyes wide. Behind you, a man is buried under heavy steel bars, blood oozing out beneath him. You didn’t realize you were passing by a construction site, but as you hurry away, you can’t help but be grateful.

Maybe your luck is getting better.

What you don’t realize is that your sudden turn of good luck is due to your newly assigned guardian angel. Lately, he's always been by your side, keeping a careful watch on you to ensure your happiness. And, with how much he adores you, he'll always be with you forever and ever and ever.

There's no escaping him. Even if he tries to make you his.

So, really, maybe your luck isn't getting better, but rotting just like a fallen apple.

[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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[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

[ropeforsure]

Intro? Idk