#oc: Asbeel

[callmegaith]

FIRST TIME FINISHING A BLENDER PROJECT IM CRYING IM PROUD OF ME

[meldailyarts]

day 3 and make-ups for previous days! first image are some poses i referenced from some of @.goatpaste's art (too nervous to @ directly), trish una (i have not drawn her or like any human characters in like forever), and @thatocelot's ultrakill oc asbeel with a cat :3

[howgalling]

i made an ultrakill secret boss OC for fun. An angel who fell in love w/ a human (before humanity fell) and they were both damned for it and banished to hell <3

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

hey its the sarkomancer

germa985 belongs to @onlineviolence. tried drawing their helmet design alone for a bit beforehand (hell you can even see the erased lines), i think i did alright

[torbli]

them as kids

[bloodmoths]

All over here it's darkened still A cumulus of pride and will

Dissolved in all the oil and steam The will of all our hopeless schemes

The line is long, the line is great And humans turning back to clay Right there beneath the fickle sun The empty eyes, the end begun

Fickle Sun (i) - Brian Eno

[kaptainkoalaoshiz]

Just a small& drawing of Asbeel in a met gala inspired outfit to try out my new graphic tablet!!

I love them, I love them I love them so much!!!

[kaptainkoalaoshiz]

Thank you again so, so much for making Asbeel a centaur, they look so great!! Absoltely looking at it for hours because they're just -chef's kiss-

Centaurification for @kaptainkoalaoshiz // Thank you so much//

[onlineviolence]

hmm. asbeel ultrakill. thoughts?

are they an oc of yours? if yes id love to know about them :D

[si-cucumber]

I don’t do father’s day irl, but doesn’t mean I can’t do it fictionally :’D

Happy Father’s Day to my (And @tinypigeonlord‘s) multiple demon dads <3

Thanks to Rowan for letting me borrow Dove and my Terry pic

[bare1yart]

[ID: A doodle of a young white guy with a brown mullet wearing a large red letterman jacket over a white shirt and jeans. He's blushing and looking off to the side with a grimace on his face. His hands are curled into fists, coloured to look like TV static. End ID.]

I've decided to work on some OCs for fun rather than with the goal of doing anything with them so I can talk about them as much as I want. This guy's named Asbeel and he's the worst!

[callmegaith]

The silly dwarf and the silly halfling are silly and IN LOVE! 🥰

[meldailyarts]

day uh. 5? also had to make up for nothing yesterday. anyhow, more ultrakill ocs! the one thats colored in is amitiel, and i was going to draw them with its primary weapon (that wasnt daggers) but i didnt like how it was turning out so i stopped.

the sketched ones are of armaros and @thatocelot's oc asbeel, in outfits we found on pinterest (linked below). unfortunately armaros would never wear something like that </3 it was still fun to draw her though even if i cant draw muscles very well.

i also cant do symmetry when it comes to traditional art for the fucking life of me i swear the only time i drew armaros or asbeel's helmets right was the first time i drew them and NEVER again. frustrating

[howgalling]

sketching out attack moves for my ultrakill secret boss oc

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

{There walks a beast, prowling the lower layers of Hell. The Angels speak of their name only in short murmurs outside of earshot, for fear that they may hear, no matter how deep. They spread a rumor of Gabriel's spine having been destroyed by this beast. A beast donned in impenetrable armor. A beast fueled by naught but boiling blood.}

{A beast by the name of Asbeel.}

{Asbeel is a dangerous foe from time immemorial. Their legacy is drenched in blood and born from a perceived hatred of everything living.}

{Asbeel had not seen a hostile enemy within their adventures of Hell. They were unknowable yet terrifying. Even the Hideous Masses hadn't thought to cross the wires of Asbeel.} {...not like Asbeel could know why.}

{It enrages Asbeel to know that they are unapproachable by those they would befriend in a heartbeat. Perhaps it is their armor. Perhaps it could be their large crowbar. Perhaps... something else.}

{Asbeel recalls the moment around them, recognizing the frozen halls of 9-2. It appears that everything is pristine... whatever still stands, at least.}

{It freezes down in these layers of Hell. They say that the light of the Holy Father cannot reach this far down... perhaps that The Devil forbids it so. None knows for sure.}

{Asbeel's thunderous footsteps echo throughout the landscape of ruined walls and expansive rivers, the heat emanating from their armor melting the snow and ice beneath if the weight had not done so already. Equally, their armor turns all snowflakes that dare touch it to pure steam.}

-

{Gabriel leans against a pillar, learning to draw in a notebook borrowed off of a skeleton back in 7-3. He'd remark that he admires the artists of Humanity, but he'd rather conserve his energy for drawing.}

{He hears the footsteps of what he assumes to be a Hideous Mass, or maybe one of those 'cyber-demons', from beyond the pillar encroaching ever closer upon his pillar.}

{He grows curious, standing from his rock and satisfying his curiosity.}

Gabriel: Halt, heathen! Who goes the-AGH!

{Asbeel stares down upon the Archangel.}

Gabriel: I... ehm... greetings, a-Asbeel. What brings you here...?

{Asbeel does not respond.}

Gabriel: I see. Erm- you are mute. My apologies. You'd not mind communicating through writing?

{Asbeel, again, does not respond.}

{Gabriel hands Asbeel a mechanical pencil and the notebook he found.}

{Asbeel looks upon the unfinished sketch upon the page; Gabriel being cradled by Minos Prime. They flip the page, looking to Gabriel, before writing a response to Gabriel's earlier question. A new experience, seeing as Asbeel's handwriting is... less than holy.} {Asbeel flips the notebook so that Gabriel may read it.}

{'A WALK'}

Gabriel: Well, you... know what they say. A walk does wonders for those under rage. If I may ask another question... what are your thoughts on me? Seeing as...

{Asbeel flips the page and writes down another response.}

Gabriel: ...you're the one who broke my back back in... what was it? Some amount of time ago. Eh- mm.

{Asbeel flips the notebook over again.}

{'SMALL ARCHANGEL WITH A BAD ATTITUDE. WEAK. MILDLY ANNOYING'}

Gabriel: ...weak? Me?

{Asbeel does not respond.}

Gabriel: You... dare insult Archangel Gabriel?

{Asbeel's armor creaks, and they flip another page of the notebook.}

Gabriel: ...hmph.

{Seconds later, Asbeel has another response.}

{'HOW'S YOUR BACK, GAYBE?'}

{Gabriel can feel an +ENRAGEing coming on... despite staring deep into the core of a walking nuclear power plant.}

Gabriel: I don't recall you being this... offensive? Where's that uncaring death swing from before?

{Asbeel gets tired of Gabriel's questions, pushing the notebook against his chest and walking past him.}

Gabriel: ...ahm.

{...Gabriel doesn't know how to respond to that. Knowing Asbeel's capabilities, he wouldn't want to attempt to backstab them, but the insult cut deeper than any bullet wound.}

{He rescinds his attitude, continuing to draw on the spare pages.}

[torbli]

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