#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."

[roomselfcontain2]

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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.

[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!

[animatesbell]

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

[kaizu-doodles]

[tegabyte]

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

[kaizuart]

Lighting practice!

[egrets-not-regrets]

Asariel is a winged one!

Bonded Pairs: Angel Run

CW: Some depression? Probably not much for this one.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan (Zariel is a good boy) @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog I'm working on a tag list so let me know if you want to be on it.

There really weren’t a lot of Astartes-sized vehicles on ancient Terra.  A healthy space marine could, in most cases, move as fast as most civilian vehicles, and serious enough injuries to require transportation were rare.  The best option Zariel could find was the bed of Robin’s pick-up truck.  It wasn’t going to be comfortable, but it was at least safe enough.

Asariel watched carefully to ensure that Gerhardt wasn’t hurt.  He was being cared for by his own chapter.  That was good.  He’d be able to get better under the care of his brothers.  Meanwhile Asariel needed to disappear before that medic found out too much information.  He would be able to track where the truck went later, find where Gerhardt was and meet up with him once he was stabilized.

In the distance, Asariel made his way deeper into the woods, away from civilization, not that there was a lot of it out here anyway.  He was small enough to pass for a tall baseline mortal from a distance, which meant he drew little attention out here.  After alittle bit of running he came to a river and plunged in, swimming upstream a ways to break the scent trail before emerging.  It was getting dark out, not that that presented much problem for his eyes.  He found a hollow where a massive tree had fallen, ripped up by a storm, and took his robe off to dry.  Wings unfurled from his back and he shook them briefly before clawing at them, pulling a mess of bloody feathers away as the cold water dripped down his skin.  The blood angel snarled silently at the sensation, disliking having them revealed even out here with no one to see. Folding them back, he settled to wait patiently for some wild game to pass by, fangs bared in anticipation.

Back at the farmhouse, Zariel cursed silently to find his other patient gone, but he didn’t have the time to search for the wayward blood angel.  A single, long, white flight feather with a bloody quill lay at the door to the basement room, too long to be any wild bird.

[sophi-s]

I've a question for you, guys.

Do you remember this girl?

Guess what I'm working on rn ;)

[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

[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 🤍🤍🤍

[dangergrandpa]

Flying lessons part 2! Mal learns his twins have no fear.

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He's more prepared for the inevitable question of flying lessons from the twins when they get old enough to want to learn, only to find that their pair of troublemakers are far more eager than Micah had been about learning to use their wings at a far earlier age. His clingy little reaperlings are much more adventurous, far more inclined to get up high and then throw themselves from the tops of cupboards and shelves to the point that he begins to wonder, with an armful of giggling flapping noteling, how close Jin's Nephalem ancestry is. The other twin lands on his back heavily, little noteling wing-hooks digging in and gripping as they giggle in delight, and Malthael smiles wryly under his hood, reaching around and pulling them off his back to cuddle them close to his chest.

"You two are going to give your mortal parents heart attacks," he tells them fondly, kissing mirrored hoods and carrying them outside. "I think we had best start early with you two." He settles on the grass and puts the pair down, lifting one carefully over his head into the air. "Go on, Alpheus, flap your wings," he coos, fluttering his own, and the more outgoing of the twins squeals happily and nearly vibrates as his little wings flap without any coordination. Malthael laughs softly and shakes his head, standing up to demonstrate. "Like this, sweethearts." His wings beat slowly back and forth, and the tiny reaper fixates on the rhythm, beginning to copy him better. He doesn't expect either of them to truly get the hang of it any time soon; they're barely two years old, after all, and mortal enough that they develop more slowly.

Still, it causes a swell of pride and maternal adoration in him to see two sets of green eyes focused on his wings while two pairs of much tinier wings flail and try to copy his motions. Malthael kneels down with his own held wide, letting the twins latch onto his breastplate and steadying them with his arm as he pushes off and throws himself into the sky, screeches of excitement sounding from the pair as they look around and feel the wind whipping over them. He did Micah a disservice by not flying with him as a noteling; he knows better now, wheeling and gliding with the twins while they cling gleefully and ping at each other and their carrier.

He goes higher, tucking his wings against his back and free falling a short distance before catching himself and coasting down to the ground, cocooning himself and the twins and rolling across the grass before hopping up easily to his feet. It feels good to be able to move like this again, energy reserves restored and body recovering well. He's missed the freedom of the skies the last couple of years, though it's been well worth the temporary loss.

"Showing off there, love," his mage's voice sounds out from nearby and Malthael trills at him, fluffing his wings up with a nod. Yes, he is showing off, and he knows Jin enjoys watching him do so. He leans down to kiss his shorter partner, wrapping him up in his wings as well and hearing their children giggle. A gentle touch to his back signals Cu's presence and he presses back into the reserved touch, looking back over his shoulder with a huff.

"Come here," he sighs at the man, tugging him in for a kiss as well.

This isn't what he thought his life would be, but he certainly isn't going to complain.

[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.