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Skykids ocs! (And skysona - Lotus)

Some of the main characters, but I have a few more skykids ocs👀

I was sitting in a car on a roadtrip, procrastinating studying, and I had this highlighter from somewhere in my bag and some grey markers I bought earlier.

The only problem was that I was inking, in a car... at night, with a really bad car light. Luckily I had done the sketch at day time. You can’t imagine how aesthetic but unsettling it was seeing the pitch black forest outside the window though

I tried to take a photo but this is the best I got

The back contains a poem I wrote about aromanticism as someone who’s questioning but also desperately wants to experience that fairytale love stories

What if, because of the bear incident, reader's mind broke? And they'll just sit there staring off into space, not speaking, not blinking , etc...

Just always sitting there quietly, emotionless

What would would Lorne's reaction be? What would he do?

[this ask is referencing this post]

Honestly I think Lorne genuinely would not know what is wrong with you at first. It would not click in his mind that you're traumatized because of that- in fact he feels like he was being merciful by allowing the bear to take care of it instead of him. He'll notice the change in your behavior, but he's so far removed from what is considered appropriate by human standards that he just cannot understand the cause of it, unless you told him or made it extremely obvious.

He might jump to the conclusion that you're just lonely after having your potential partner removed, so he'll comfort you by visiting more often and showing you more attention through gifts of dead things and suspiciously acquired human items.

When that doesn't work and you're still not responding, he thinks he just needs to be more blunt with it. He'll take you somewhere he considers nice, trying to do his hair in those braids you said you liked on him, and gently pet your head in a soothing action before asking if you would like him to be your life partner instead.

If you still don't respond or tell him the truth, he'll end up leaving you alone for a little while (still watching from afar though) in hopes that you'll calm down. Lorne can't be very empathetic towards you- after all, humans are predators, right? Why are you acting like a scared prey animal? It makes no sense to him, but he will try to give you your space. It doesn't last for long though. He'll make sure that you know he's not leaving your life, he can wait this out.

I’m not sure if you already answered this but why is Lorne disliked? You mention that his coloring isn’t the chief reason

Also does Lorne like the reader in a platonic or potentially romantic way? I’m only asking because I wonder how Lorne would react to the reader coming up to him and asking for a blessing to pursuit a romantic relationship with someone ô_ô

Love your work!!! Thank you!!

They kind of know he's not really... all there. His mother is also to blame for some of it too. He was conceived while she was already in a courtship with another male, which is extremely looked down upon in a species that typically pairs for life. Even though Lorne had nothing to do with his mother's infidelity, the fact that he was the product of it makes him perceived as tainted.

I would say he just likes you in general, whether that's platonically or romantically depends on the scenario. It wouldn't matter much though because he's not sharing you either way. You're his little worshipper and frankly he'd start spiraling if you held someone else to the same importance.

here's a drabble to expand on it more (took so long to answer bc I kept rewriting this)

cw: gore

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"What’s going on?"

Cool night air brushed past you in a hurry, the breeze taking with it the unorthodox scent of iron and melted ice. Far above hung the pale moon, gazing down like a witness to what was occurring, clusters of stars accompanying it in its judgement. Your question was left unanswered by a few moments of tense silence.

“This is your beloved?” came a quiet voice from above you, so slightly hesitant as it asks. An excited nod was your response as you directed your attention towards the person on the other side of the trees. The man remained unaware of the presence watching, merely believing you had taken him on a night walk and had disappeared to search for something beyond the forest line.

The being beside you spread his wings a small degree, the white feathers appearing nearly iridescent when hit by wandering moonlight.

"And you asked for my approval. There is one thing that must be shown before I can offer that." He answered, gently tilting your head to the scene before you. "Watch. If you are still together by the end of the night, then you will have my approval."

You would've found such a proposal suspicious had you not trusted Lorne, the angel, with your life. That's why you had asked in the first place for him to bless your union; surely, he would guide you in the right direction. Not far from where your beloved stood was a cave. Your angel seemed rather adamant at bringing him here.

It wasn’t long before you heard deep growls echoing from within the dark hole. A lump formed in your throat. It was during this time of the year that bears searched for their last meals before their long sleep. You had never stumbled upon one yourself, but you knew from others that there were some that roamed the forest, highly territorial creatures they were.

Your suspicions were proven right as a beast lumbered out of the cavernous shadows, nearly as dark as the place it emerged from. Your lover remained unknowing of the threat approaching, his back turned to the path in wait for you.

You wanted to call out, to warn him of the danger that was coming upon him with a ferocious snarl, revealing teeth longer than your hand. A pleading expression enveloped your face as you looked up to Lorne, “Please-”

He hushed you with a far too large hand over your lips, but it was too late by then.

The bear launched itself at the man with a final roar, though the time for warning had long since passed. He couldn’t even turn around fully to face the creature before it got ahold of his arm, tearing it nearly clean off. The scream he emitted then would haunt you. Never had you heard a man wail like that, the wail of a man watching his own flesh be torn and eaten in front of him. Oh, there was so much blood spurting from the stump, yet that was only the beginning of it.

He attempted to scramble backwards, but the removal of one of his limbs distorted his balance, causing him to collapse on his side. The bear saw an opening, large jaws revealing those wicked teeth stained red, bits of skin caught in between them. It latched onto his side, shaking him around like a ragdoll in its maw. There was a terrible choking noise as the bear’s teeth punctured his lungs, and finally you could take it no more.

You pushed past the dense brush from where you were positioned. Lorne made no move to stop your mad dash towards the mauling of your lover, eerily silent at what had happened.

It was a foolish idea, yes, but you couldn’t just stand and watch as his cries for help died. You picked up a stick, throwing it to the bear to get its attention. Anything to draw it away from the poor soul it was torturing. With a sickly crunch, the bear dropped the surely deceased corpse of the one you had adored, now hardly recognizable as a mass of badly desecrated flesh. Its angry eyes looked towards you first before its whole body lurched itself in your direction.

Bloody matted fur and flesh decorated teeth was what you assumed would be your last image before closing your eyes, expecting the same fate as your lover to become of you.

A few seconds passed, then a minute, the sensation of ripping limbs never gracing you.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, the bear was before you; its head was snapped all the way backwards. A shaky exhale came from your chest, tears beginning to blur your eyes as the adrenaline and grief still coincided.

“Oh. What a pity. I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.” Lorne’s voice trailed on monotonously, clearly uncaring of the gruesome slaughter that had just occurred. It was disorienting at times how soothing it was when it really should've disturbed you. The tears finally released themselves then, a quiet sob wracking your body.

“You see, had I not been there, who would’ve protected you from such a threat?” He came closer to where you were trembling on the ground, hurling the bear corpse away from you.

“The one you had chosen was inadequate. Don’t spill such sorrow over something that would’ve died eventually.” He said, in what you assumed was supposed to be a reassuring way, yet the tears didn’t stop.

He frowned at your mourning. Your shaken form was lifted into his arms as your eyes remained glued to the explosion of guts that seeped into the forest floor.

“You don’t need to worry,” he muttered into your hair, “I’ll find you another one.”

He spoke so calmly, his words a halfhearted attempt at consolation. All you could think about was how brutal God could be.

Ira ꈊ⁠ the vessel [oc]

there's an entity in his skin. it likes your skin better though, maybe a bit... too much.

Random kiss attack on lorne hehehe

kiss on YOU

Hi! Can you tell more about your hunting angel OC? Like who is he, what is his purpose and just facts about him.

HIII YAYYYY THANK YOU FOR ASKING im going to try to answer this without dumping too much... (oopsies I ended up yapping)

To begin, the hunting angels are a species that he is apart of. They have greater lore in the world they're set in, but to keep it basic they're essentially a type of nocturnal predator that is very, very good at stealth hunting, nicknamed after their uncanny resemblance to the common people's idea of an angel. They're quite rare and incredibly hard to spot, so it's unlikely you would've ever seen one before. In Lorne's introduction post, I mentioned how he struggles to fit in due to his essential albinism; typically members of his species have black wings/hair. This isn't the only reason he's heavily disliked (not even the main one to be honest).

as of right now, his purpose is to watch over you. before meeting you, he lived a fairly reclusive life, sometimes terrorizing close towns by snatching cattle and people who wander too close. becoming wanted in such an inviolable way became an addictive feeling- really, he would do anything to maintain your praise. although he appears to be calm and graceful in your presence, he hides an incredibly violent temper behind it, furthering the fact that you truly have no idea what kind of being you've just attached yourself to. He's not above manipulating you using the status you've placed upon him; he thinks that playing the part of guardian angel is for your sake (he tells himself, knowing he would tear down a village if you didn't need him anymore). If you were to ever find out and react in an unsatisfactory way, your survival isn't guaranteed. At the end of the day, no matter how heavenly his appearance seems, he is still a creature of feral nature.

as for some facts:

he's partially blind in his right eye. lorne's eyesight has been bad from birth, not including the fact that hunting angels in general are sensitive to light. Due to this, he typically keeps his eyes covered.

despite being very large, his bones are hollow, so he's not nearly as dense as you would expect.

he's actually quite a bit taller than the average hunting angel.

Lorne has an older sister and a mother, he wants nothing to do with either of them.

he's never met his father.

his favorite food is deer.

imagine reader combing or braiding lorne's hair (//∇//)

two hours of braiding later...

LORNEE AHHHH HIS WINGS I CANT I LOVE THEM, I believe that because he is an imitation of an angel mayhaps they are softer than an actual angel because well.. He hasn’t felt an actual angels wings

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLEASE LET ME COCOON MYSELF IN THOSE GLORIOUS WINGS

mayhaps you are right...

neither he nor you know any better, so to your knowledge they might as well be. (and if lorne has any say in it, you'll never meet a real angel)

touching his wings would be similar to caressing the small of someone's back; a very intimate gesture reserved for certain people. In the beginning, he might flinch away or grow upset if you attempted to touch him there (such displays of vulnerability are unfamiliar and his immediate reaction to that is lashing out), but as time goes on and he begins to see you as "that certain person" it'll become like second nature to want to rub them against you. Should you find yourself in the rain, or in need of extra warmth, or just want to lay your head against something, your first option will be feathers stretched over you or wrapped around your form.

he'll conveniently leave out what level of intimacy this means you two must share; as far as you know, it's just a friendly gesture from the being that watches over you. an angel wouldn't ever lie to you, right?

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

yandere!eldritch horror moves into the apartment next door and you're not okay with it.

He's an absolutely terrible neighbor. You see people enter his apartment every night, but you never see them leave the morning after. Must be drunk hookups, right? You don't know, and you don't care, but there are weird nightly noises coming from his place, and his face is a strange dark blur that you have trouble picturing, and you swear there's a sour smell wafting out from under his door.

Every time you try to talk to him about keeping it down or getting rid of that God awful stench, you're suddenly afflicted with a piercing headache... ugh, what were you even going to say again? You can't remember, but the way he's looking at you with wide blue... no, brown eyes and a grin stretched sickeningly far makes you think you should leave it.

While you’re busy figuring out how to get him evicted, the abomination dwelling on the other side of your paper thin walls gets the idea that you're trying to ask him out.

You approach him so often, you must like him, right? He's giddy just imagining it. Yeah, you come up to him with a grimace, but then you catch his eye and a forced smile takes its place. You haven't asked him to be yours yet because you're shy (he understands humans so well!).

No worries! He doesn't have an issue initiating. The meat sack he wears may not be the most convincing (he's inexperienced, just recently escaped into human society), but you'll be impressed by his real form for sure. All of the members of his old cult praised him for it, after all.

Many eyes to watch you with. Many limbs to touch you with. Many teeth to devour the flesh of your enemies with. What more could you possibly want?

Back then the cultists were so enamored with the lumbering heap of distorted skin and bone he possessed, feeding his ravenous hunger until he was quelled. He hated what he was to them, hated what they made him into. They search for their missing idol, but he makes sure they never make it back to utter a word of his new identity.

He moved in after leaving the cult that created him, quickly coming up with a flimsy human adjacent shell to not raise suspicion. Having mind altering abilities also comes in handy, too- no one but you seems to pay any mind to his existence in your run down complex.

Now that he has you, nothing will ever drag him back to their clutches. Being treated like an otherworldly god has nothing on the way you make him feel when you ask what the hell is rotting in his apartment ♡

and when I looked into your eyes, i saw the true nature of divinity.

(alt version under cut)

i like fishy that look like... little freak ♡

thinking about a yandere!creature who deceptively looks angelic pretending to be your guardian angel after you mistake him for one.

𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 is an anomaly to his kind due to his unnatural white hair and wings, a disadvantage to night stalkers who aim to hide in the shadows. Ostracization from an already elusive species of winged beasts has led him to grow resentful, a seed of vitriolic bitterness slithering its way through him like a poison. A violent demeanor bestows him, slaughtering mercilessly to find retribution for his ghastly appearance, a trait he sees as his ultimate flaw.

Until he meets you; a human who's never seen such a beautiful creature. There was something hypnotizing about him, cold and blazing like the moon that commands the tides. The first words he whispers towards you, Be not afraid, cements the idea that an angel has truly come upon you.

Instead of disgust at his abnormality, you show him a kindness he has never known from his own. You invite him into your home with veneration, share stories of your life, ask him if he's there to watch over you. When you look up at him with those eyes full of naive faith, trusting him so sincerely, he finds maybe he can play along.

Yes, he'll take care of those townspeople who have been bothering you. Watchful eyes following you in the dark become your new norm.

He'll never admit that he's not from heaven. He won't tell you that he's never met your God. May you never know the blood he has spilled to spite his wretched existence. He'll keep up the lie as long as he gets to be your guardian angel, as long as you see him as the light in your life.

With you his flesh feels less cursed, with you he feels sacred.

After all, what is an angel without a god?

Omg, I love your angel oc! Could you perhaps write a drabble about him and an s/o who bakes and makes sweets, that also has an equally sweet personality? Thanks a bunch!

thank!!

He wouldn't really understand your hobby. He gets the basic concept of cooking, but the more complex process of gathering different ingredients, prepping them, and then coagulating them until they've forfeited most of their original properties is lost on him. He would rather just eat your neighbor, but if you really insisted he'd try something you make.

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

yandere!angel(?)oc x gn.reader

cw: animal death

Heat was drifting throughout your home. A modest fire crackled pleasantly, the ceaseless sound carrying with it the scent of warm sugar and vanilla. One look at the pastries told you they were goldening nicely in the flames, crisp dough rising until it was bloated from the hot air inside of it. Only a few minutes; then they would be ready.

Clicking on glass stole your attention from the dishes in your hands. The window, left uncovered to the vast woodland bordering it, was the source of the interruption. Without turning your head to look, a smile drew across your face. You knew who your visitor was.

Shuffling out of your humble kitchen and towards the window, you spied flashes of white feathers and an inhumanly tall form bending down to peer inside. Your heart beat increased, not out of fear, but excitement to present your gift for the creature- the angel.

The window creaks open as you unlock it, letting the cool evening breeze whistle through your hair and drag the sugary scent out with it.

"Hello!" you chirped, a giddy tone resonating in your greeting. The being looked down at you with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You turned towards the kitchen again, "One moment!" you called, hurrying to fetch the baked sweets before the fire chars them. They came out steaming, sweet light whiffs that had been permeating your home hit you at full force once they came out.

It was a simple treat, sugary cookies that you had perfected. No one had ever said they disliked them.

There you were at the window again, hot tray in hand. The angel waited patiently beyond your walls for your return. Long ivory hair draped over his eyes and cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, so pale it seemed to reflect light even in the presence of the falling sun. He seemed to only ever visit you at night, when the light fades into nothing but the soft glow of the moon.

You presented the cookies to him, placing the tray on your window sill.

"An offering?" He quietly asked, smooth voice tinged with the hint of an accent you couldn't quite place. Though you nodded at his inquiry, he made no effort to take one.

You picked one up off the tray, taking a nibble of it in what you hoped to be a reassuring way. "They're sweet, see? I made them myself."

You practically shoved one towards him, wide doe eyes encompassing the look of a kicked puppy. "I wanted to find a small way to thank you," you mumbled genuinely. It was true- ever since you met him, life had started looking up for you. It was little things, you were rarely ever harassed anymore and people you disliked never came upon you again. You had no doubt it was the work of your guardian angel.

He stared at you through the wisps of white hair covering his eyes for a few moments longer. Then, slowly, he reached to pick one up, two long fingers pinching the treat between them.

You caught a glance of spired, bladelike teeth before he swallowed. You never questioned why an angel would have such a trait.

"How was it?" you inquired, beaming for a reaction.

His face, as far as you could tell, was blank. However, the magnificent pair of bone white wings behind him shuddered ever so slightly.

"Different."

You would take that.

The next morning, you awoke to the thick, metallic scent of rot. You searched for the origin of the putrid fumes, worried that you had left something out, when you had found it. A present was left for you on your doorstep; the corpse of a freshly deceased fawn, its head snapped to look in your direction. The wide eyed stare frozen onto its face held an unspoken warning.

An offering, for an offering.

the hunting angel, lorne [oc]

he's no angel in the biblical sense, but for you he can pretend.

a little more Goretober for ya

Newest Goretober Doodles

I definitely wasn't behind hahaha...

Soooo I made an oc that I have been thinking of in the last few months during quarantine for Star vs the Forces of Evil.

His name is Winter Butterfly, the oldest son of Moon and River Butterfly. He is exactly 8 years older than his sister, Star Butterfly. Winter tends to inherit many traits from his mother, including taking after some of her personality.

And I apologize if this sounds cliche, but Winter is clearly the opposite of Star. There is the loud and obnoxious younger sister and the quiet, sincere older brother.

Also later throughout his childhood, he came across a young monster. With the stories he heard about monsters when he was little, Winter was hostile at first, but quickly became friends soon after realizing they were friendly.

Winter then found out that the monster’s name was Ori who is a beginner at shapeshifting, with pronouns of ‘they’ and ‘them.’

Winter wasn’t gullibale or oblivious of the hatred towards monsters, so they kept their friendship a secret from each other’s family because of these obvious reasons.

doobles

My first year doing this and honestly it’s really cool to see how far I’ve come in one year!

Here’s my 2019 art rewind (I didn’t realize people were calling it “summary” until just now whoops.)

Some of these I haven’t shared here (yet) but you can clearly see me stepping out of my comfort zone as the year went by and trying new things, even if it’s all still SU related. Hehe, I’m trash but I’m proud of it.

Day 26 - Electric

You might've noticed this monstober series hasn't had any humans of any kind. One can only imagine how Frankenstein's monster looks in a world like that…

Some of my own characters, I ended up making them look like a smash bros lineup

Hi!! Here we have a silly character design to get my brain to draw again, because I have the worse combo of art block and motivation rn!! :3

A little bit about the character:

-they're a creature

-they love eating oranges

-obssesed with summer! but hates watermelon

Also they attract humans by being oddly alluring and kill them so they can consume them! they are a shapeshift creature so like they change forms a lot to attract their prey plus they usually adopt the person's lifestyle until they get bored/hungry and go back to hunting :3c

Hi!! So I designed some minecraft ocs! You have lilith (the zombie) and Carrie (the creeper) :3c YAYAYAYAY also I'm back playing minecraft again and I love it soooo much :D

Speedpaint under the cut!! :)

Song here!!

I LOVE THIS SONG SOOO MUCH!! Es un clásico y no me pude resistir!! jejejeje :3c

Hi!! Here you have a very silly speedpaint while I work on another silly edited video hehe :3c

Character context: so they're this like catdog hybrid that is heavily influenced by Pokémon, milkshakes (Billy's cat from the grim adventures of billy and Mandy) and basically old animation memes hehe :) they're silly, energetic, loves hugs and being affectionate they are like SpongeBob but if SpongeBob was a scemo kid that listens to S3rl and nightcore plus also like they sometimes spawn emotes like rainbows, hearts, starts, smileys and stuff like that! Also they have four sets of eyes as shown before and they're hair is a slime like creature that has their own consciousness!! :D they can also spilt into beings that are essential identical but one is a dog and the other one is a cat!!

Hi again!! today we have a silly sketch coloured with some pens hehe :3c

Oc sketches, ROACH AND SMILEY! YAY!!! They're the most unbearable and annoying "people" on the face of the earth lolz :3c

More of B3b3 because they're silly whimsical and evil >:3c

I listened to a jack stauber song and I could only think about them so I NEEDED to draw them more, YAY!! they're like a jackass monster entity that I like to call B3b3 so yeah!! :3c