#oc: asariel

[kaizuart]

Sometimes it's self care to draw your oc collecting members of the polycule a la the ending theme song of Bucchigiri.

Here's Fabi and some hearts he's stolen!

[felinisnoctis]

Bonded Pairs: Food and Fondness

Zariel belongs to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and Cedric is @sleepyfan-blog's of course. They're a good apothecary duo.

And of course @nightshade-victorian for the bonded boys.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

“Hi, I need to speak to Apothecary Zariel?”  The ultramarine at the desk eyed the baseline human standing in front of him.  They were carrying a large cooler that to astartes senses smelled of meat and bread and onions.  “I have a delivery for some of his patients.” It was late, and the waiting room was nearly empty.

“Please have a seat in the visitor lounge, I will ask him to come down when he has a moment.”  The ultramarine sent a quick message off to the apothecary, who came down to the lounge after several minutes.  “I have a break in my rounds?  Oh, that smells good.”

Robin nodded.  “I made some astartes-sized chicken pot pies for Gerhardt and Asariel, if it’s ok for them to have.  There’s a couple marked for you and the other staff here too.  They’ll just need heating up real quick before you eat them, I made sure to make them in cardboard trays so they can be microwaved.”

Zariel smiled.  He’d already deduced that this baseline was bonded to Gerhardt, and it looked like the bond was settling in well.  “I’m sure they’ll be happy to know you’ve been thinking about them.  And thank you for thinking of us apothecaries as well, I’ll be sure to deliver these appropriately.”

He lifted the styrofoam cooler onto one shoulder and headed back towards Gerhardt’s room, smacking away the hands of some of his grabbier brothers on the way.  “These are for my patients, not for you.  You’re not suggesting that you’d like to take food away from your injured brother-cousins, are you?”  He reached Gerhardt’s room and entered.

The room was empty.  Shit.  He’d just found Asariel and now his other patient was gone?  He sent out a quiet alarm call to the other medical staff, indicating anyone who wasn’t urgently busy should help  him look for the patient, and then rushed over to check on the newly returned blood angel.

The mystery was solved as he opened the door.  Asariel was in his bed, dark eyes burning holes in him.  Gerhardt was slumped next to the bed, fast asleep with his head against Asariel’s chest as the other’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  Zariel sighed and cancelled the alert and called for someone to move Gerhardt’s bed into the room.

“If I keep you two in the same room will you please stay in bed?” he scolded, beginning to examine his patient to ensure there was no further damage from his escapade.

“Yes sir.  I just need to be with him.  Especially when he has his seizures.”  Gerhardt sounded apologetic but Zariel could tell he’d do the same again if they were separated.

An assistant entered with Gerhardt’s bed and Zariel carefully eased Gerhardt back into it.  Asariel scooted over to the edge of his bed and reached a hand across to his brother, eyes still watching Zariel suspiciously.  Zariel sighed again.  He might need to speak to the salamanders about having a double sized bed made.  And maybe see if one of Cedric’s brother-cousins could be spared to keep an eye on these two.

“Robin brought you some meat pies, would you like one?” He said, instead of what he was thinking?

“Wait, why would they do that?” Gerhardt sounded legitimately bewildered.  “You’ll have to ask them later, but they smell good,” Zariel replied, dodging the question for the moment.  “Shall I have some heated up for you two?”.

Gerhardt thought for a moment, before responding “Yes please.”  After another long moment and a suspicious look, Asariel signed “Yes” as well.  Soon the pair were both settled back eating; the protein and carbs would do them some good.

Zariel settled back into his office to eat his own treat, calling Cedric in to talk to him.  The young apothecary gave a very wide-eyed hungry look at the meal.  “Yes, there’s one reserved for you as well.  Come in, I have a favor to ask of some of your brother-cousins."

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[malak-ballari]

IᑕOᑎOᑕᒪᗩᔕT | ᔕTOᒪE

ASARIEL — DAUGHTER OF OUR LORD SATAN

It’s well known amongst the masses of Hell that Lucifer and Bath Kol procreated to bring the first descendant of Lucifer into the world, supposedly the heir to his throne. The first angel to be born tainted and in the organic world was all the talk for years. Mysteriously, no one has ever seen or heard from her since creation and her existence has nearly been forgotten by now.

Asariel is eager to deface the image of Lucifer after being born with a strong resentment towards him, hence why she has been tucked away from the public eye. In this piece she has stolen a variation of Lucifer’s halo, which I intended to have broken yet it somehow slipped my mind. Prompts by @ultrainfinitepit and Sanctas seraphina.

[animatesbell]

About my two ocs Asariel (Angie) and Naya'il (Nicole). The old Yuri couple

[kaizu-doodles]

[dangergrandpa]

Can the bois hold their liquor?

Sheerly by Micah's existence, it's fair to assume that Mumth can't hold his liquor much. In all worlds, Malthael is a lightweight lol.

Cu doesn't really drink much, except for special occasions, and then turns out to have a ridiculous alcohol tolerance.

Jin can hold his drink fairly well, but knows better than to try and get drunk due to magical shenaniganry.

Micah just doesn't drink alcohol, hates the smell of it.

The twins take after their dad, if they're inclined to drink, but often end up competitive with each other and end up mutually shit-faced. Chaos ensues, as you'd expect!

[tegabyte]

Lots of Avel focus. With some self-insert indulgences and OC ship ot3. :3

[sophi-s]

I've a question for you, guys.

Do you remember this girl?

Guess what I'm working on rn ;)

[kaizuart]

Lighting practice!

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Meant to reblog this before.

Damn these lads have been through hell. Not worth it? Those seem like words that were trained into them and it Sickens me.

Hopefully Zariel and the other medics can help.

Bonded Pairs: Apothecary pt 2

CW: Depression/self-hatred, mentions of past abuse/torture

Language guide: Gothic Battle Sign

More thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for the use of Zariel, I hope I did your boy justice with some difficult patients.

Both marines heard the heavy steps on the stairs to the basement. A voice called out to them from around the corner. “Ultramarine Apothecary Zariel, I was told there were a couple of brothers in need of care here?” As he rounded the corner the apothecary could see one of the marines curled up in a corner under a heavy knit blanket. The other was…ah, on top of the fridge, reddish eyes and bared fangs glaring down at him.

Asariel watched the apothecary’s entrance carefully, waiting for him to fully enter the door before signing to him, not shifting out of a wary crouch on top of the fridge.

Why are you here? And where is here?

The blood angel was in enough control to communicate rather than attack at least. You are on Terra, but in a different time. What year is it the last you knew?

Not sure. Been in the warp a few centuries. Not nearly long as my beloved has been though. Early M42 last I knew. This is Terra you say?

Terra in M3.

Asariel tilted his head for a long moment, considering all this information, still poised to attack.

My brother. Can you help him?

I will try. Another moment of consideration, then Asariel jumped from the fridge to land next to his companion, tapping a message rapidly onto the blind ultramarine’s shoulder. Gerhardt was shivering despite the blanket but tapped something in response, leaning back against his companion’s chest. His breathing was shallow and labored as Zariel moved closer.

An ultramarine apothecary, of all the things to find. You shouldn’t be wasting your time with me.

That’s my job, to patch brothers up. Zariel was getting close enough to listen to Gerhardt’s vital signs. He heard the sounds of twin hearts beating rapidly, and a single lung working to bring oxygen in. What happened to your lungs? I can only hear one of the three. For the moment he opted to ignore the implications of Gerhardt’s statement, other than to mentally file a note to recommend a chaplain.

Gerhardt made a noise that could almost have been a laugh but came out more like a sob. Removed to make me less dangerous. Along with several other things. One hand touched the blindfold covering his eyes thoughtfully. The owner of this place. Can you tell me what they look like? Asairel thinks I’m being foolish. Asariel shot a grouchy look over his brother’s shoulder at that remark, wrapping his arms around Gerhardt’s shoulders protectively. Gerhardt leaned back with a slight smile, nestling his shoulder in the opening of Asariel’s robe. Something about the shape of the robe looked wrong to Zariel - he would need to examine the blood angel as well of course.

They’re young, with long red hair and dark green eyes. When I came here they were wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans and some kind of striped jacket. And sensible boots. Was the ultramarine bonded to this human? Zariel almost hoped so, since it would make his recovery and adjustment so much easier. Especially with a human who was already used to astartes.

They sound delightful. I wish I’d had a chance to know them back when I was useful. They worry too much; they need someone they don’t have to worry about.

Ok so “making recovery easier” might be relative here. I need to take a look at your chest. May I shift the blanket off? Gerhardt nodded at Zariel’s request, even as Asariel looked ready to pounce. Under the blanket he was shaking despite a heating pad and the relative warmth of the basement. Zariel reached out a hand to check on muscle tone and felt Gerhardt tense and try not to flinch.

Asatartes-grade painkillers. He’s in withdrawal. The blood angel signed over his brother’s head. Zariel signed back an acknowledgment. Addiction was more difficult in Astartes, but it wasn’t impossible.

If he’s in withdrawal, and with this much damage, he really needs to be in a clinic where he can be monitored.

Gerhardt pulled the blanket back over himself. No clinic. Not worth it anyway. The blood angel pulled him in closer to his chest, before signing back Will it help him?

He’s stable for the moment, but he needs to be somewhere where someone can keep a closer eye on him. And perhaps also find more answers as to what the hell had happened to these two, but Zariel wasn’t going to say that out loud. I’ll go see what the transportation options available are.

[themollymaukwidogast]

Guys, during my D&D session tonight my cleric tried to meditate to connect with her goddess and got *the spiritual equivalent of a busy tone* asdfghjkl

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[malak-ballari]

*SHOVES DEMON IN MY POCKET BECAUSE HES NOT AN ANGEL*

Time to give full attention to my angel OCs

This is my most specialist important angel ~✨Barachiel✨~

He is the main love interest in my story.

Is it possible for an untainted angel to be cast from Heaven? For an angel with pure white wings to be bound to Hell? He seems to be working for the opposing side than what he represents, and his lips are sealed as to why.

The poor angel is like a bird in a cage and he hardly gets to see the light of day. He often daydreams of socializing with the humans but he just doesn’t quite understand how.

Might I introduce you to the most successful angel in all of Hell?

Na’amah is the top worker in his ranks, the prime example of a demon of lust, and he’s not even a demon.

This angel fell from Heaven long ago and he’s been living his best life ever since. He is so talented in his role as a demon of lust that the only way to tell he was born in Heaven would be the size of his wings.

And the flashy angel to his left would be the guardian angel known as Cheranecious, or Canary for short.

He is my newest angel OC. He is the angel who took over Barachiel’s position as chief guardian angel after he fell, and Na’amah’s former close friend. A talented entertainer he is.

And this here is what some might refer to as the antichrist — she is Lucifer’s only daughter, Asariel. She is half archangel and half Seraph, and the first known angel to be created physically within the human realm.

However she quite despises her role as the antichrist and refuses to have anything to do with her father. Due to this small technicality, no demon has seen or heard from her since she was first announced to be created decades ago. Many often wonder what ever happened to Satan’s treasured heiress.

Now this is just a small taste of my angels since I have yet to show all of the arch demons and arch angels who are somewhat prominent figures in my story, however I have yet to make any decent or consistent art of them. So! I hope you enjoyed thank you for asking 🤍🤍🤍

[vvakarians]

Valentines day gift for my bf @thecoffeerain  <3 

Our ocs Asariel Whately (left, mine) and Fraanic Abagnale (right, his) 

[bardmau5]

Who wants more Asariel? No? Too bad it's my blog and I have OCs

Her wings are only out when she's pissed because that's how Aasimar work and I gave her elven ears because she is a Fey Aasimar homebrew race my DM and I came up with. Her Gunslinger pepperbox is actually going to be a Schofield Revolver.