𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥

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?

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 𖦹

𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

im mon, artist & writer sometimes ★ 18

i love most things creepy and strange. big fan of unsettling whimsical movies, tea, and drawing little creatures. this blog will feature original characters with a focus on monsters and horror/yandere themes. just kind of dumping my thoughts and work here as a way to archive them when i have time. vry self indulgent. i will try to add appropriate warnings to each post, but please be aware that dark content/themes are expected. my interests are solely fictional.

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

inbox is open!! asks are always welcome ✧ im kind of bad at social interaction so if you just dm me "hi" or "hello" with no other details i might not respond, especially if you're a blank blog, sorry! be kind and respectful, thank you for being here ʚ♡ɞ

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oc tags: #lorne the forsaken #ira the vessel art: #my art personal/not related to characters: #other

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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.

let’s all bffr Lorne would probably kill his child SOMEHOW I just don’t see him having more room in his heart for anyone other than his darling (ó﹏ò。)

you turned around for 0.01 seconds

Omgg I'm so interested in learning more about Lorne and any other ocs u have i love this blog sm 😭😭

this is the greatest thing you could say to me

WTFFFF MY COMPUTER JUST CRASHED OUT

How did Lorne meet the reader? Like a short scenario you said hunting angels are rare so i’m curious how we met him and grew close!

oh boy oh boy I have a dramatically long fic (2.0k words) that I've been cooking up about this scenario

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.

helppppp the eldritch horror is so funny 😭 i always love the dynamic of someone/thing being super important/powerful, but to the object of their affections they are just Some Guy. readers trying to tell him he really needs to clean his apartment and if he has to have weird sex every night at least to keep it down, and he’s not listening to a WORD he’s nodding and smiling and giggling and twirling his hair while reader suddenly develops a headache. and then he goes back to his apartment and writes it down in his diary with little hearts everywhere. “today my neighbor told me they’re not surprised none of my dates ever come back because my apartment smells like such a nightmare 💕💕💕they are soooo cute i know they want me so bad” i love him

all of this. yes. bro may be an eldritch horror of unfathomable origin but that is NOT going to stop him from being a delusional loser.

I like to think reader is so stubborn that instead of like, moving out or something they're just super passive aggressive over it.

"it's halloween! what are you supposed to be?? a rat??" (rodents do seem to like him yes, ahhh you know him so well!!)

"merry christmas!! I got you lysol!! use it!!" (woah that's practically a proposal!!!!)

rip the Lorne drabble 🙁🙁 why’d the computer have to ruin us like this…

i will deliver on my promise even if it's going to be poorly edited and weirdly formatted on my phone IM NOT GIVING UP ON IT

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 :')