#cyberlights

Fooooor Nephera? (Or any oc of your choosing)

Nepherah drinks way too much angel-caffeine, a trait she shares with Imperius. Actually, a lot of Valor have this issue. You’d think the military would be stricter about everyone’s diets. The bean-water is just too good to pass up though, and comes with the added bonus of waking you up when you need it. Handy!

Several angels wondered what would happen if she went without, and discovered that this typically makes for a very grumpy lieutenant. It was agreed that letting their pint-sized officer have her bean-water was the best course of action.

Original ask here

I can't answer this right now for Balzael, but he sure has a list.

Hey Fam, I finally finished it! I hope you like it 😁

by @cyberlights!

Doodle dump

A few doodles of friends oc's and my OCs, that I didn't post, I hope yall enjoy

1st art Speed the hedgehog by close friend on Discord

2nd art Zen the leopard by a friend on Discord

3rd Kai, the demonhog by a chaotic friend on Discord

Fate The ArticFox ,Lucious The Hedgehog, and CyberLights Shae by me[SciFriskyXY]

    It seemed that every other say something new popped up on Sanctuary. While they had more or less turned the Worldstone loose with the vague desire for a new world, this didn’t stop them from using it to create whatever suited their fancy. Everyone had ideas and wants. Everyone had access at any given time to experiment, and create. 

    Lilith was content to let her followers do as they pleased really. Now that they were upon Sanctuary, away from the conflict, she had what she wanted. 

    Perched on her hip, Linarian cooed as if to punctuate her thoughts, and patted at her fingers. The demoness smiled down at her precious son. Yes, she had what she wanted; a child unlike any that creation had ever seen...and of course, the child’s father. 

    Speaking of the devil...elsewhere in her home, Lilith felt the unmistakable presence of Inarius. Good, he could watch their son while she worked… not that she didn’t adore Linarian, but he had a way of getting underfoot. The angel’s resonance tickled against her soul, a warm pulse that she had never wanted, but now couldn’t bear to let go of. Inarius may have been an angel with angelic ideas and ideals, but he was safe. He loved her, of this she was certain. 

    Lilith thought she might love him too, scary as that thought was. He had brought her [almost] everything she wanted, after all. 

    Linarian squawked and squirmed, tail whipping back-and-forth for a moment, and she let him down. The child immediately bolted towards his father, who floated into the common room and made a trilling sound Lilith had come to recognize as a happy-to-see-you-noise. He deftly scooped up his son with one hand, balanced him carefully, and stopped just on the edge of her view. 

    Turning to greet her partner, the smile on Lilith’s face turned puzzled, and then resigned. 

    Dangling from one of the angel’s hands was their son, of course. In the other hand was a fuzzy black...thing that honestly looked a great deal similar to Linarian. The child stared at the critter, up at his father, back at the critter. It ‘mowed at him, looking just as confused as he did. 

    Sighing, Lilith turned away from the desk where she kept her designs, and stood before her mate, hands on her hips. 

    A beat passed. Linarian squirmed. Inarius’s wings twitched, and Lilith thought he might’ve been laughing. Her tail thumped against the floor once. The creature murbled once more. 

    “...I made this.” He held up the fuzzy little animal. Linarian reached for it with both stubby little hands, and squeaked in distress. 

    “I see that.” Lilith was torn between fondness and exasperation. She fought to keep her expression neutral as she reached forward and took the creature from Inarius. And the way he fluffed up excitedly was just too precious to stay annoyed with. 

    Looking his new creation over, Lilith found a curious face, soft black fur, triangle-ears and delicate paws that flexed and revealed hidden, thorn-sharp claws. 

    “What do you call it?” She finally asked. It squeaked at her, revealing pointy little teeth. 

    Inarius’s wings drew in, and he looked vaguely confused. Lilith laughed, high and amused. 

    “You didn’t name it?”

    “...No…” 

    As she continued to laugh, Linarian wiggled in his father’s grasp, and he shifted the child to lean up against his side-and-shoulder. After settling more comfortably against his father, he pointed at the critter. 

    “Ca.” 

    Lilith blinked. Inarius, she thought, might’ve been staring at their son. 

    Linarian frowned at them, lashed his tail, and pointed again. 

    “Ca-at!” 

    Where it had previously been relaxed in Lilith’s hold, the creature shifted to stare with interest at Linarian. He stared back, before looking up at his dad. To her amusement, Lilith found both creature-and-child’s tail’s were flick-flick-flicking in anticipation. 

    “I think he likes it.” Lilith offered, amused and entertained. 

    “I think you’re correct. Seems that it likes him too.” Inarius set Linarian down, and he scampered back over to his mother, peering up imploringly at her. 

    “Well, alright.” She let the newly-dubbed cat down, and it immediately darted over to sniff Linarian, who squealed and hopped back, suddenly unsure. The cat jumped at the noise, and both stared at one-another, sizing each other up. As the two began following one another around the house, Lilith stepped closer to her mate. 

    “While this has ended quite well, I must implore you.” She peered over at his shadowed face. “No more pet-surprises.”