I would love Magpie the grunge space pirate angel actually—
:D
Some stuff about him that is neat:
He's the captain of a ship that runs on his blood, not because it hates him personally or anything but because there is a long history of spaceships running on angel blood and he just couldn't find a good alternative. It's mostly fine though it only needs a little (there are also times when it's very much not fine)
Magpie is more or less human passing, which he uses to just. Not tell people he's an angel as much as possible. His wings are brown and fold into his coat and it's not /that/ weird to have wings nowadays
(it's after the world technically ended and people got a little funky looking from divinity pollution)
The main reason he pulls the "I'm not an angel you can trust me dude" bit so well is because he's such a greasy little rat of a man. His clothes are like two shirts and pairs of pants in weekly rotation patched up so much they could very well just be a different thing at this point, The Coat, which he got from his parents and will rather die than leave, and every shiny thing he likes that he can wear on his body or stuff in his pockets. And the hat of course, can't forget the hat.
Of course he's transmasc. Just. Of course he is.
He's loud and decidedly not polite and outspoken and maybe on a quest to try to save the world. Cares So Much About Everything, he would rather jump headfirst into the engine than admit it, though.
I described him as angelfailure at one point and I think he would agree. He missed out on most normal angel-y stuff due to being raised by space pirates, hence the. Everything about him.
I just think he's neat :3
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"Did you know him?" A voice from behind made her jump - she could've sworn she was the only person in this part of Viana. She turned back to him with a soft smile.
"No." She took her focus back to the cabin, eyes drifting over the dead flowers. "I've heard stories though - of the Hunters, of what Rue did. I was young when it all happened." She shrugged. "I heard some of the cabins remained somewhat standing and decided to come and see them while I was in the area."
The man moved to stand by her side, his eyes stuck to the cabin. "Stories?" There's a slight huff of a laugh. "And what do you think of them? What do you think of what Rue did?" He turned to face her, watching her hesitate for a moment.
"I think it was brave."
"Brave?" He laughed - and only then did she notice the birds surrounding them in the trees as they mimicked his amusement. He sighs. "I think he was pathetic." The sudden deadpan comment pulled her back to their conversation; he smirked as he felt her eyes on him - her shock burning into his skull. "Do they say much about what happened to him after he tried to kill her?"
She paused, eyebrows furrowed. "He died." She frowned. "The President's guards caught him and he was killed for the attempted assassination."
The birds above them seemed to grow more interested in their conversation - beady eyes switching between the two as they listened, comfortably perched.
He smiled. "Correct." His focus moved to the Tower. "As he deserved."
"I'm sorry, who are-"
Suddenly he's in front of her, his eyebrow raised. "Don't be rude, I'm still talking." She freezes - only moving to take a step back when he moves towards her. "He only did what he did because he was pushed out of his community and thought that might've made him special. A *saviour.*" He tilted his head as he backed her into a tree. "You can see why I'd say he was pathetic now, right? Runt of the litter just desperate to be liked by the rest."
A pause before he backed off slightly, arms spread to gesture to the clearing. "All of them deserved to die." His voice was dangerously calm. "Which is why I made sure they did." His mouth twisted into a grin - one of a feral animal.
There was silence between them both. He stared her down as she slowly moved around the tree - a predator waiting on his prey to bolt.
"Oh-" She finally cut through the silence. "Oh god, you-" Her breathing became more shallow, her eyes started to water. "... Please don't kill me." Her gaze now followed his hand to his thigh, watching as he slipped out a knife.
"God, you're trembling. Don't worry," He stepped closer once again - eyes still not leaving her face. "I don't plan on killing you." A pause. The cogs in his head turned; predicting her next move. "Not right now, anyway. I owe someone a gift first." That's when he lunged, laughing as the knife caught her arm - a small pool of blood beginning to stain the sleeve of her shirt.
She started to run, an attempt to find her way out of the labyrinth of a forest. She's started to think she's close to an exit but her vision has now doubled; the trees around her bent over her and stared her down. They made her stumble back - her legs only just keeping her up.
It's quiet for a moment; ominous - even the birds that surround her stay silent and just watch, almost as if they were waiting for something to happen.
A gasp broke the tension as something cold wrapped around her throat and started to drag her backwards - her legs finally giving way as her back collided with the dirt. All she caught was a laugh from behind before her vision finally cut.
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Another squad of 4, this time redraws of ocs I haven’t drawn in a while! Expect more in the future!
(From top left to bottom right: Zale, Regal, Magpie, and Nevermore)
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"Issue #33: Hurt Me! Beat Me! Just Please Don't Leave Me!"
Thank you all for your patience while I worked on this! It's the longest issue of PATFW to date, so I hope you understand why it took me so long to produce. At the current pace it seems like issues will come out about every three weeks (or a little more), which is a bit funny to me. I called them "issues" as a reference to comic books and now look where I am. Full circle.
The boys are having a rough time of it, though, unfortunately. If it wasn't already abundantly clear, Cormorantpaw has some pretty severe abandonment and trust issues, which led to him keeping secrets from Pinepaw out of fear that he'd be left once again. But it's hard for Pinepaw to see that perspective when he's just lost his sister, and thinks that she possibly could've been saved... bad situation all around.
At least Thrasher is finally dead! That's worth celebrating, right? Both he and Crow died from a kick to the head, by the way, and the deer who killed Crow is Wild Rose's son Hyssop.
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"I've heard my name gets passed around a bit down here... And I think you should say it."
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