#oc guardsmen

[woofzy-the-flowery-sheep-dragon]

Here's the art book dump I promised back in like, November! Thank you again to everyone who voted on the poll (individual posts will be made for each page for better quality). All of these were drawn by yours truly, in pencil :]

[sugarrushsato]

NOT THAT KINDA ACTION

[svartabergetart]

Nigth lord Terror Corsairs Admiral Malakeit and hq power.

Before you join the Araknophobia legions Night cult and become a mutated in to a Night lord. If you survive, the grim life of a cultist, but a military one. Traitor guards.

All you know is the eternal war and terror of the Night lords.

[valk-mymain]

No you're Cring—

New random "cómic", idk if this counts as one (Maybe I'll color it at some point).

Which character will I draw next?.

And yes, it's a reference to the "thats cringe" meme.

[theterrornaut]

CADIAN VOX CASTER AND ROGUE TRADER DOODLES!

[taryn40k]

Today I bring you : more Lequin! :D

[meangreennunseen]

I find it so funny how OCs I made for Warhammer40k just exist in one vast universe because if I compare both groups it gets kinda funny.

On one side I have Primarch kids and all the tragic stories they lived through during the heresy and now them having this theoretical burden of trying to fix (or ruin) Imperium in name of their Fathers. It's painful. It's dramatic. It's sad.

And on other side I have my Deathwatch squad, who basically reside in some monastery then not deployed on months long campaign against xenos while they shamelessly just massacre to left and right and go through shit like loosing limbs and getting them reattached and after the mission is over and they somehow make it out in (mostly) one piece, all four get drunk on illegal booze and discuss if Guilliman is even real of Imperium made him up, because Primarchs cannot possibly be of that stature.... Also what size of shitter one would even need because damn...

[idle-skull]

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I’m sorry I just had to draw Ripley on a magazine cover you don’t understand, I NEEDED to do this </3

NSFW version on @idle-after-dark

[defness]

funniest thing to manifest in my brain I think

[sasaranurude]

I forgot about my mhyk bradnero roleswap AU fic... Wherein Bradley escapes capture so Figa+snowhi take Nero instead (because all they really needed is a symbol of villainous wizards, it's not about the action itself, it's just the optics of it, so Nero works just as well as Brad with the right spin, and you know Figaro is all about that spin), Brad struggles to keep the gang together and ends up moving East, and various dominoes fall in so many different ways... I probably won't ever write it (it ended up more of a worldbuilding exercise than a coherent narrative, so idek how to write it. Disjointed scenes would be the only way I could do it I think?) but it's a fun project to look fondly at the documents of LMAO

[mothiir]

list of fun Isaiah Bodenstein von Karlstadt facts

Because who doesn’t want more about the black Templar oc.

He thinks that nsfw stands for “not safe for women”

he once got told that he was “a little much” by an ogryn

he is banned from babysitting the children of the chapter serfs after almost throwing one into the pyre at the witch burning he’d brought them too because they yawned during the fifth round of devotions to the emperor

he is the tallest of the primaris marines in the crusade

he has been accused of being a blank by no fewer than four high ranking imperial guardsmen. each time the Marshal has had to explain that no, Brother Isaiah does in fact has a soul - his personality is just Like That

he is annoyingly talented at most things he turns his hand to - not because he has any natural ability, but because he is a fanatically hard worker and will practice until he can do it perfectly. He will then credit the emperor with his success. If he fails, it is his fault for not working harder

Is not allowed to cook because of one time when they were on campaign when he made a nice nourishing stew for his brothers and their attendants. It was only when they clocked that the morgue had been emptied of fresh bodies that the source of the meat was identified. Isaiah - a neophyte scout at the time - didn’t understand what he had done wrong. No one had explained to him cannibalism was wrong. No one thought they had to.

does not remember being human. Does not remember anything before becoming a primaris. Only discovered he used to be human after the aforementioned stew incident.

Reuben has got into several physical fights with him over the volume and duration of his nightly prayers because even space marines need to sleep

is pretty enough to turn the heads of all but the most sapphic sisters of battle. More than once has been ‘invited up to pray’ and then just prayed for hours.

[cyanophen]

FINALLY MY PRESSURE OC IS FINISHED

he’s got enigma axolotl, blue lobster, searchlight, and glowing shrimp DNA

he’s maybe about 20ft tall while his tail is around 35-ish feet long and the hooked tendrils can extend needbe

he used to be a guardsmen then he got his right arm ripped off by a monster, he was tested on half bc they wanted to see us axolotl DNA could give him regenerative abilities and give him his arm back

but he was also tested on bc they wanted to see if they could recreate the gill experiment but with the ability to see in the dark (searchlight DNA)

he didn’t loose his legs like Sebastian did but he did lose his ability to speak properly (he stuttered occasionally and can’t pronounce certain words)

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page

Before I called You Mine

Chapter 16

Choices, The Royal Romance, The Royal Heir AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Series Masterlist, My Complete Masterlist

Main pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who both belong to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.

Rating: M 🔞 - Warnings – Series will have crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 2.8k

Before I Called You Mine Chapter 16

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley celebrate their engagement in Paris, France. Leo confronts Madeleine as she arrives unannounced at the palace. Drake and Maxwell, along with Bastien, take William and Bartie to the Eiffel Tower.

Title and Music Inspiration:

I Get to Love You, Ruelle

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’)

‘One look at you, my whole life falls in line...

I prayed for you, before I called you mine...

Oh I, can’t believe it’s true, sometimes...

Oh I, can’t believe it’s true.’

The Suite Impériale at the Ritz, Paris, France

Riley’s P.O.V.

As soon as the door closed behind us, the lock clicked into place leaving the King's guardsmen outside in the hall to stand on guard for their King. Not wasting any time, Liam wrapped his powerful arms around my waist, snugly pulling me flush to his hard body. Tilting my head up, his lips crash with mine as he kissed me, softly at first, then more urgently. My hands moved to his hair, to his broad shoulders, to his hips, pulling him even closer. His fingers danced across my skin, and I shivered.

His kisses leave my lips and travel down the column of my neck, and across my collarbone. My eyes flutter closed as his lips and tongue and teeth explore my skin. I'm lost in the sensation, his touch.

His masculine scent envelopes me ... and possesses me.

I run my hands up under his shirt, feeling his taut, chiseled physique.

He pulled away and gazed down at me. I look up and meet his gaze. He smiles.

"What?" I coyly simpered.

"You're just so beautiful," he says, his voice low and husky.

I can't help but blush.

"I want you," he says. "More than anything."

"Then take me," I reply, lasciviously.

I feel his fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress. He slowly slides it down, then slips the straps off of my shoulders, my dress pooled around my feet. He looks down at my breasts, his eyes dark with desire. Watching me intently.

"What?” I respond with a soft purr.

"I have waited so long ... fantasized about ... making love to you as my fiancé. And now, you are finally mine.”

My breath hitched at his intensity.

"You're so gorgeous," he continued. "Every inch of you."

He took my hand leading me towards the bed.

He laid me on the bed gently and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body. He moved his lips down to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. I gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He moved to the other breast, and continues to suck and lick, making me moan.

He moved lower, kissing and licking my stomach, then lower, until his teeth tugged my lace thong down between my legs and off. Teasing me more, he made his way back up the inside of my thighs, licking and marking my skin, until I'm writhing beneath him. His large hands spread my thighs, my core exposed to his attention. He brings me to the edge, as his lips and tongue circle and suck my core as it spasms in ecstasy. Moving back up, he trails a featherlight touch with his hand back up my body to my neck, gently palming my throat. Kissing me deeply, he pulled back and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

"I need to watch you, love."

Taking his cue, I straddled him and slowly sank down onto him. He groaned deeply as he filled me, his hands gripped my hips tightly and I can't help but moan, my back arching backward in pleasure.

Thrusting into me, he filled me over and over again.

"Fuck, Riley," he groaned.

He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing and squeezing my nipples. The sensations making me gasp.

"Liam..." I cry out.

"Come for me," he says, his voice strained but commanding.

"I... I'm going to come," I gasp.

"Yes, Riley, come for me," he repeats.

His words send me over the edge. My body trembled as the sensation crashed over me. He continud to thrust, and then his body tensed as he fell over the edge with a deep groan.

We lie there, our bodies entwined, after I lift up to lay down beside him. Liam wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my temple.

"I love you, too."

He kissed the top of my head. "Marry me," he pleads.

I laugh. "I already said yes, silly."

"I know, but I want to hear you say it again," he grinned.

I sit up and look at him. "Liam, I will marry you. I can't wait to be your wife."

He grins. "Good."

He pulls me down back into his arms, enveloping me as we both fall asleep, content and happy.

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Cordonian Royal Palace

"Hello, Madeleine. What a surprise," Leo said, his voice laced with sarcasm. He watched her quickly step toward him.

"Leo," she said curtly, her tone cold and distant. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Obviously," he said, matching her icy tone.

"I was looking for Liam," she declared. "Do you know where he is?"

"Why are you looking for my brother?"

"It's none of your business, Leo."

"Actually, it is," he retorted, his eyes narrowing. "Anything that affects my brother's reign is my business."

"This has nothing to do with his reign," she countered, her frustration mounting.

"Then why are you looking for him?"

"I told you, it's none of your business," she snarled, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Maybe not," he said calmly, crossing his arms, blocking her path with his muscled and toned tall frame. "But if it has something to do with the Cordonian monarchy, then I have a right to know."

"I am part of the Cordonian monarchy," she spat. "So, unless you want to get on my bad side, I suggest you stop asking questions and just tell me where Liam is."

"Liam is in Italy, with his fiancé."

Madeleine's eyes widened.

"Fiancé?"

"Yes," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips at her shocked expression. "Liam is engaged."

"To whom?" she demanded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"The same woman who was the front-runner for the crown during his social season," he replied, enjoying watching the shock and anger flash across her face.

"That bitch!" Madeleine hissed, her jaw clenched.

"Now, now, Madeleine," he taunted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's no way to speak about the future Queen of Cordonia."

"She will never be the Queen of Cordonia," she growled, her body trembling with rage.

"Well, I suppose that's up to Liam," he said, the smirk still playing on his lips.

"I'm the Queen of Cordonia," she snapped. "And I will not allow some commoner to steal the throne from me."

"That's not really up to you," he said, his gaze challenging her. "If I remember correctly... he tossed your ass out of his life and Cordonia."

"Don't test me, Leo," she sparred, her voice dangerously low. "You will not like the results."

"Is that a threat, Madeleine?"

"No, it's a promise," she said, her eyes burning with anger.

"Whatever," he replied curtly, waving his hand dismissively. "You're wasting your time here. Liam is gone, and you're not going to find him. He's out of your reach."

"I will not give up," she said, her chin lifting defiantly.

"Then you're a fool," he said, his tone bored. "You can't compete with Riley. She has everything you don't."

"And what is that exactly?"

"She has his heart, for starters," he said, his gaze cold and unwavering.

"Love is for fools," she sneered.

"May..be," he said, his expression darkening. "But that's the one thing you'll never have. And you'll never be able to take it from Riley."

"I'll take everything else," she snorted, her voice filled with venom.

The Suite Impériale at the Ritz, Paris, France

Liam's naked form was a sight to behold. His broad shoulders, muscular back, and toned arms and thighs were a testament to his strength and power.

Riley couldn't help but stare as he walked towards the bathroom, his ass tight and toned. Her eyes followed him as he disappeared behind the bathroom door, the sound of the shower starting moments later.

She sat up in bed, her body tingling with desire. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him as her husband to be, and she was thankful for the many blessings she had been given so far.

As she heard the shower turn on, she slipped out of bed and crept into the bathroom, her body naked and ready. She pushed open the shower door and stepped inside, her eyes fixed on Liam's backside.

He turned, a surprised, but delighted look on his face.

"Riley..."

She moved towards him and into the shower, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his wet and soapy chest.

"I couldn't wait," she whispered.

He chuckled, his hands running over her wet skin.

"I'm glad you didn't," he replied, his voice husky.

He pulled her close, his lips finding hers. The water ran down their bodies, the steam rising around them. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together.

Riley moaned as Liam's hands moved over her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath his touch.

Through the water that was streaming down her face Riley kissed her way down his neck. She felt him growing hard against her stomach, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around his length.

"Fuck, Riley..." he groaned, his fingers digging into her ass.

She stroked him, his length thick and hard in her hand. She knew she could make him come with her hand, but she wanted more.

"Liam," she said, looking up at him coquettishly.

Riley slowly slid down to her knees, shamelessly, down the rippling planes of his stomach as her hands felt his muscled thighs. She licked a stripe along his length, eliciting a low growl from Liam.

"Fuck, Riley... that feels so good," he said, his voice low and husky as he slid past her lips.

* Le Café Petit Gourmand

Bartie and William looked through the window of the café, their mouths watering at the sight of the pastries and sweets on display.

"Are you guys hungry?" Maxwell asked.

"Yes!" they both exclaimed.

Maxwell laughed and led them inside. The three of them walked up to the counter, and the boys each picked out a treat.

"Mmm," William hummed, taking a bite of his pastry.

"This is so good," Bartie said, licking icing off his fingers.

Drake, Maxwell and Bastien all smiled at the boys' enjoyment.

"So, where are we headed next?" Drake asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"We should visit the Eiffel tower," Maxwell replied. "It's the best view of the city."

"Okay," Drake said. "But, we need to get back to the hotel in a few hours." Drake looked at Bastien for confirmation.

"His Majesty, wanted the Royal jet ready for 5 p.m. to return to Cordonia," Bastien responded.

"See, we have time," Maxwell replied.

After finishing their pastries and coffee, the group headed towards the Eiffel tower.

The Eiffel Tower was a majestic sight, towering over the city and dominating the skyline. It was a popular tourist attraction, and the lines were long, but Bastien arranged a few shortcuts, and the boys made it to the top without waiting in line for too long.

The view was breathtaking, and the boys stood at the railing, looking out over the city.

"Wow," Bartie breathed.

"It's beautiful," William agreed.

"I wish my mother and Bertrand were here," Bartie said, a little wistful.

"I'm sure they're having a good time," Maxwell replied. "But, we'll tell them about it when we get back."

"Speaking of time, we should head back to the hotel," Drake said.

They rode the elevator back down and made their way back to the hotel.

Bastien's phone beeped as he received a text.

"His Majesty has instructed me to return William to his suite," Bastien announced.

"Alright, see you soon, kid," Drake said.

"Bye, Uncle Drake," William replied, giving him a hug.

"See you on the jet," Maxwell said, ruffling his hair.

Bartie waved as they headed for the elevator.

William and Bastien rode the elevator to the presidential suite. Bastien escorted him to his door, knocking once.

Damien smiled as he held the door open for the young prince.

"Hi, Damien," William said.

"Prince William," Damien bowed slightly. "I'm glad to see you returned safely."

"I had fun," William replied, smiling.

"But I am ready to go home now."

Damen smiled watching William run crashing into Liam, as he held his son in his arms.

'I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you'

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[obbystars]

A Walk with Angels

Synopsis: An angel who bound itself to this hellish place, and a man-made angel.

Notes: A gift for @kulfyraz! love ya dad! / OC-insert x2 / No romance, just friends being silly / Sebastian is briefly mentioned (red buzzer) / Near-death experience / shockingly a lot of bickering / someone save Sebastian from these idiots / just a bunch of encounters, wanted to write some entities

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(I love Corky guys, I love his OC sm. He’s so cute and silly I wanna squish his little face even though he’d bite me but idc. Also different layout for different character teehee. btw I plan to have the Oberon x Reader out next, so if you’re waiting for that, you’re in luck)

There was something glowing in the rubble and he wanted it. He’s been digging through it for the past few minutes until he finally gets it unstuck. Once it was finally free, its light had already faded. He shook it once and it turned on, but only for a second. He shook it even more and watched the light shine brighter. It even made a rather obnoxious sound. He grinned, knowing exactly who to annoy with this little light.

With that in mind, he stores it on his belt and continued on. He was careful to not run into the expendable prisoners that were being sent down here, but there was always a few that catches them off guard. It was nothing an angler couldn’t handle while he escapes elsewhere, and the angler didn’t even have to kill them either. As long as it slowed them down and allowed him to escape.

Corky eventually finds the open vent in the wall and crawls through, only to find the room empty. Everything was moved. His fins lowered as he scowled. Sebastian moved shop again. If anything, it was probably because those Urbanshade guardsmen did a sweep of the area or got a little too close for comfort. He groaned at the thought and crawled back out. With how large the facility was, it was anyone’s guess where he could be now.

Back to more exploring then, was his only thought as he looks for a new route to explore.

Along the way, he chased off a wall dweller that tried to sneak up on him and yelled at the bull shark out the window for scaring him, but she couldn’t hear him. That’s when he spotted a certain item sitting on the desk, so he quickly picked it up and flashed the shark with the beacon before running off. He doesn’t bother taking it with him.

Once the shark was finally off his tail, he slows down and continues to explore and search through the drawers. He eventually opens a door and pauses at what he sees on the other side. A hotel lobby?

He steps back, closing the door. He took the green flashlight off his belt and shook it to process what he just saw and to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He opens the door again and the room remains the way he found it. A hotel lobby, one that looks oddly taken care of but no one has been here for a very long time. There’s the sound of rain just outside too, but how is it raining? Everything is made out of wood too which wouldn’t be possible to keep out all of that water from outside, right?

He stomps his foot on the wooden boards, and it did make the kind of sound you would hear. He listens for that familiar muffled sound of the water outside, but it’s only rain. Thunder too. It was like he was suddenly brought to the surface. It couldn’t have been that easy.

“Oookayy…” He sighs, “Totally not weird at all,”

He goes to open the next door, and the hotel continues. He continues to shake the green flashlight as he continued on. The numbers on the doors kept going up as well. Sometimes there were plus shaped rooms, and other times there were T-shaped rooms. Nothing seemed to be hiding in the walls, the anglers were nowhere to be found, and there’s no way the bull shark can find him here.

As he opens the next door, the lights suddenly flickered.

“Huh? An anger?”

His fins stand up as he hears an unfamiliar sound. A loud, distant yet quickly approaching sound. He turns towards the door he just stepped through and sees something glowing a bright green approaching. That’s not Chainsmoker. It’s moving too fast.

As the face of the incoming monster becomes clear, Corky yelps and immediately darts inside the nearest closet. The creature remains in the room for a moment before it retreats. He opens the closet door slightly to peak through, only to feel something crawl up his tail. Almost instantly he jumps out of the closet with his tail in his hands.

“H-Hey!! Hands off!”

But there’s no one in the closet. His fin twitches as he hears the creature coming back.

“Seriously?!” He goes back into the closet and holds it shut, “That’s not Froger either! What the hell?!”

The creature leaves again and he steps out once its screams had faded. He remained close to the closet in case it came back.

“Corky?”

His fins perked up. He recognized that voice, “Hey, Oberon! Is that you?”

“Oh dear… I’m so sorry, you’re in one of the rooms I dragged here,”

“So this is your doing. Wow. Pretty impressive there, but how do I get out?”

There was a brief silence before a padlock fell from one of the closed doors, “Enter through that door. You will return to the blacksite,”

“Really? Just like that?” Corky walks up to the door and turns the handle.

The door is suddenly pulled open which causes Corky to stumble forward and bump into someone.

“Yes. Just like that,”

Corky looks up at the masked angel and smiles. He quickly stands up and hugs the angel tightly.

“Oberonnn!!”

“Hello Corky,” he hugs back.

Corky pulls away and shows him the green flashlight, “Look what I found,”

“Oh?” He leans down to look at it, “Well now, that’s not something you see down here often. Where did you find such a thing?”

“It was stuck under some rubble and I dug it out. Oh, by the way, Sebastian moved shop again. You seen him anywhere?”

Oberon nods as he stands up straight, “Why yes. I was just there a moment ago before I eventually sensed you wandering through those rooms,”

“Perfect! Take me to him!” He demands, “I wanna annoy him with it!”

“I believe it is called a “gummylight,” Oberon laughs, “What a funny name,”

“Ah, who cares what it’s called! It makes this ANNOYING sound when I shake it!”

Corky starts shaking it rapidly and the flashlight lets out a clicking sound. It would keep going for as long as he shook it, so Oberon gently catches his hand and stopping him from shaking the flashlight.

“Alright, alright. I was going to head back anyway once everything in those rooms were done, but seeing as it was only you, I suppose I’ll entertain you on the way,”

Corky laughs, “You came all the way here for lil’ ol’ me? Wowww, I wouldn’t for you,”

“Not even for your favorite angel buddy? Corky, I’m hurt. And after all we’ve been through…”

“Ughh!! Jeez, don’t be such a drama queen! Now c’mon,” he claps his hands, “It’s only a matter of time before that guy moves shop again,”

“Unfortunately, it may take longer than you’d like. I may have gotten here rather quickly through my abilities, but we’ll have to walk,”

“Aw, really?” Corky slumped, “Why?”

“Remember last time? The force had knocked you out cold for half a day,”

“Man…can’t believe this whole angel stuff is so difficult. My body has to get used to that? But I’ve been like this for years!”

Oberon sighs, “I understand, but you are not purely an angel. You were not created as I was,”

Corky rolled his eyes at that and huffed. He really had no other option, so walking is exactly what they’d have to do. The situation itself wasn’t that bad, however. All it meant was that Corky gets to spend quality time with Oberon as they talk. Oberon can also lead the expendables away should their paths cross at some point, so it was perfect. He wouldn’t need to call an angler to chase them off.

One of the rooms they’d come across would have pipes sitting on a wall. There’s an electrical hazard near the bridge as well. Oberon narrows his eyes as he looks to the pipes on the wall, then up to the camera sitting in the corner. He tilts his head, only using his finger to knock it off its stand then returns his attention to the pipes. He curls his fingers to form a fist and the pipes are snapped clean off. Water begins to rush through and soon begin to flood the bridge that connects the platforms.

“What was that?” Corky turns around. He was already in the next room.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just giving the prisoners a new problem to solve on their way to the crystal,”

The water should be electrified by now. Anyone stupid enough would walk through it, and part of him hoped that didn’t happen any time soon. It’s only meant to slow them down anyway. Hopefully he can also make sure knocking out some cameras can cause the sinners to lose track of their prisoners, but he doubts it’d be that easy. He hopes they’d find some way to escape from their clutches, but alas, the reward seems to be way too enticing. He’s learned quickly anyone would do anything for money.

They’d soon come across the server farm, and right now, Oberon’s only concern is the Good People. He hopes Painter sees it’s only them and leads the Good People away. As Oberon walked down the stairs, Corky had other plans. Instead, he jumped onto the support beams and balanced his way across the room.

Hearing the lack of footsteps behind him, Oberon turns and looks up, “Corky. How did you get up there?”

There was no bitterness in his tone, he wasn’t annoyed or angry but seemed to be playing along. He knew how he got up there, but he asked anyway.

Corky laughs and points to the stairs, “Take a good look. Perfect angle, and a nice little spot to lay on,”

Oberon tilts his head as he puts his hands on his hips, “Really? Is that so?”

Corky sat on the beams and tested the comfort by lying down. It didn’t take long for him to sit up, “Yeah, never mind,”

“Alright, come on down,” he walks up to him with his hands up, ready to catch him.

Corky smiled and pushed himself off. The other angel caught him without problem, and he jumps out of his arms and runs ahead. There was a code breacher sitting on the table beside the door he just ran through, and Oberon decides to take it along with him. He doesn’t often take the items with him as he leaves them for the expendables to pick up, but he makes a few exceptions.

Upon entering the next room, Corky seemed to have started looking through the drawers. There was a side room as well, but it was locked. Luckily for Oberon, he has a key to open it.

“Ah, hold on a moment,”

“Hm? What’s up?” Corky stops and turns to Oberon as he puts the strange sealed envelope down.

“Sebastian may like to have some of those loose assets inside,”

“Those are for those expendable guys, just leave ‘em!”

“Yes, but then those same guys will likely get eaten and swallowed up by a wall dweller, pandemonium, or even possibly fall into a hole. Or perhaps into lava, which means the data is lost and chances of leaving are further reduced,”

Corky scoffs, crossing his arms, “I hate it when you’re right…”

The door slides open after Oberon presses a few more buttons and heads inside. There were quite a few stacks of documents and a few flash drives inside. Corky decides to take a look as well and finds another code breacher in a locker.

“I’m guessing you want to take this along?”

“Yes. I have been seeing quite a few rooms with these locked sections,” Oberon holds out his hand and Corky gives it to him, “Besides, should the expendables be unlucky enough to not have one on them either, then that means less data,”

“Yeah yeah, I get it,” he groans, “Less data, no escape for us. No need to repeat yourself, jeez…”

Oberon skims through some documents before stacking them into a neat pile. He turns to Corky and holds a few flash drives to him, “May you hold onto these for me?”

“Fine,”

Corky stuffs the flash drives into the small pouches strapped over his chest. Oberon stands up with the documents in his arm and Corky follows him out into the next room.

“By the way Corky, the Eyefestation has been rather feisty. You didn’t do something to her, did you?”

“Huhh? Me? Nooooo, never!!” He smiled.

“Corky. You know I hate it when you start lying,”

“Ugh, alright fine! She scared me, so of course I had to do it!”

He lets out a faint chuckle and adjusts the documents in his arms, “My, she didn’t deserve that Corky,”

He huffs and turns away. Oberon stops walking as he closes the door behind them, knowing what room is up ahead. The path leads directly to the DiVine.

“Oh come on… I can’t stand going through their rooms…” Corky shivered.

“As long as you stay off the grass, they’ll leave you alone,”

“I know, but man some of them like to crowd around the door! It scares me every time!”

Oberon gently ruffled Corky’s hair before continuing on, “We’re almost there. Sebastian set up shop in their rooms,”

“Of course he did…”

The moment Oberon opens the door, Corky lets out a yelp as they see the humanoid vines surrounding the entrance.

“Ah, they think they’re being funny,” he laughs.

“They are so not!! I hate it whenever they do that!”

“No more fussing, let’s go,”

Corky pulls up his hood and stays behind Oberon in the mean time. Some rooms had their lights knocked out, so Oberon would make a small ball of light in his hand to light the way. It wasn’t too bright to actually bother the squiddles, but if they did stand too close for too long then they may react.

A distant scream is soon heard which makes Corky rather quick to defend himself, “I didn’t do that. She found her way here on her own,”

“I know,” he smiles, “Here, this room should keep is safe,”

The DiVine was in there as well, but didn’t seem to be doing much. The floor trembles as the pink angler passes by which does cause the DiVine to react, but they only turned towards the noise the angler had made.

“Ugh, does she have to be so loud? It hurts my ears…”

“Well, at least the lights don’t break whenever she’s here,”

In one of the rooms, the bull shark finds them again and seems pretty upset to see Corky. So he just makes sure he’s out of sight by using Oberon as a wall between him and her. Oberon did give her a wave before they entered the next room. He suddenly stopped walking which made Corky bump into him.

“Hey, why’d you stop?”

Corky leans to the side to see why Oberon stopped walking, but he quickly got his answer. Upon seeing the vent in the wall, Corky points at it with a huge grin on his face as he looked to Oberon. He didn’t need to say it as the angel already knew what he was going to ask, so he just nods. He watches Corky practically dive into the vent.

Oberon looks to some of the DiVine who were surrounding the light. One seemed a bit curious and was reaching towards it. He decides to turn it so it was directed away from the vent which causes a reaction. The DiVine moves away. With that, Oberon goes to join the other two.

“Hey Sebastiaaaaan!!” Corky then yells, “Guess what I found!”

The taller fish groaned, sitting up from the desk with piles of documents and vials and flash drives scattered about, “Ughh… What-?”

The moment Corky came out and held up the green flashlight, his ear fins lowered.

“Oh, no…”

Oberon stands up and dusts himself off, stifling a laugh, “I did not take him to the A-0001 containment room. He found it all on his own,”

“And you didn’t think it was necessary to take it from him? It’s so obnoxious!!”

“I’m not one to take someone else’s toys, my friend. Although, I find it quite amusing,”

“Oh, my suffering is amusing, huh?” Sebastian retorts, towering over the angel, “But look what I have here! A Necrobloxicon. Would be a shame if I opened it, huh?”

“I’d advise not to do that,”

“Yeah, exactly,”

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I have been tagged smh smh— looking at you @systembug

Currently watching: eerrrmmm— sweats in man who can’t start series last I was trying to watch was my rewatch of cells at work (I Lurv Lurv Lurv it so much 🥰🥰🥰) and was trying to start the ace attorney anime (also lurv a lot) & I think rewatch one punch man or maybe assassination classroom—

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: probably sweet and savory depending on the mood, not the hugest spicy fan but I will sometimes enjoy it also :3

Relationship status: currently single and not really looking to mingle 👍 traditional relationships don’t tend to be my bag for many reasons (aro/Ace spec moment B>) but I do love having some homies to vibe with o7

Current obsession: warhammer— oh god warhammer- ya guys don’t understand man— I have so many ocs I haven’t posted it’s so bad- / pos I just Lurv it so so so much 🥺🥺 would kill for warhammer- chewing on my space marine figures so so so so so much arghhh (also yeah in the span of like 3 weeks I bought 5 action figures for warhammer bc I am in fact obsessed) the irls and non-warhammer mutuals fear when its name is mentioned /J

Last thing I googled: Military nicknames

For some ideas for some guardsmen ocs ^w^

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My Guardsmen OCs as well as my first miniatures

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