Squatch's Pookies

Welcome to the archive for my OCs all art credit to picrew creators

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Welcome

Hello everyone. I'm Newt, a 24 year old nerd who recently decided to start building on my OCs and decided to make this as an archive.

Links to OCs:

Avatar The Last Airbender - Moss

Supernatural - Firn, Newt

Demon Slayer - Deimos

The Dragon Prince/King - Newt

Jujutsu Kaisen - Newt

The Pitt - Newt

Haikyuu - Newt

Honkai Star Rail - Newt, Cameron

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Introducing Cameron - HSR

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Name: Cameron/Cam

Paring: Mydeimos

Background: Cameron is a Kremnoan living in Okehma and working as an assistant to the Chrysos Heirs.

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Introducing HSR Newt

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Name: Newt

Paring: Sampo

Path: to be determined

Background: Newt is an artist, spending their day drawing people and things the see while people watching. One day they noticed a tall man with blue hair and green eyes who they couldn't help but draw.

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I was wondering if I could get the numbers 2/6/ & 21 from the supernatural promp list for Gabriel, I need a little fluff and comfort, cause my last week of work has been heck. Not to mention this week too.

Keep You Safe

Genre; Hurt/comfort

Word Count; 1.4k

Warnings; Canon-typical violence and threat

Pairings; Gabriel (Supernatural) x Reader

Prompts; “Who did this to you?” // They let you hold them. // They get hurt to save you. Requests closed at time of writing.

Of course! I’m sorry work hasn’t been going so great :( Have a Gabriel hurt/comfort, I hope you like it!

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Gabriel was beyond furious. You could see it in his posture, in the length of his stride as he came over to you. His vessel’s warm eyes had turned hard and cold.

You were propped up against a tree, the bark digging into your back through your jacket. You clutched your side with bloody hands. It was alright now that Gabriel had found you. Your breathing might have been unsteady and standing might have seemed like an impossible task, but now he was here, you were going to be alright.

The archangel dropped to his knee beside you, his gaze never once straying from your wound. He laid his hand over both of yours, not making you move at all, before undeniably ethereal light flared out beneath his palm. In a few moments, it was over. Your skin and muscle felt pleasantly warm beneath his touch and then then pain was simply gone.

You smiled in relief, about to thank Gabriel and looking forward to seeing his usual playful self come back. But that version of him was nowhere to be seen. If anything, he just looked angrier.

Gabriel took your hand in his, gently turning it over as fury ripped through him at the sight of all the blood. Your blood. Something that shouldn’t have ever been there, because he should have protected you. He should have been there for you when you needed him, and he hadn’t been. This whole mess, everything you had been through, was on him. He hated himself for it.

“Who did this to you?” Gabriel asked slowly.

His voice gave you pause. For a second, he sounded like his brother. You remembered when Lucifer had warned one of the Winchester brothers not to push him – watch your tone – in too light a cadence for the sheer volume of threat the words held. Your stomach twisted in worry for Gabriel.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m alright now. It’s alright.”

Gabriel lifted his head slowly to meet your gaze, a calculated glint in his eye. You swallowed hard. This was no longer the person you watched movies with and argued against about which candy was the best. This was a being older than humanity itself, ancient and behind the human façade, something you couldn’t even comprehend.

“Who,” he repeated, his voice low. When he stared you down, it felt like he was looking right through your soul.

“It was some angels,” you muttered. “They left, I don’t know where they went.”

Gabriel stayed with you a moment longer, then quite literally vanished into thin air. Your heart lurched. He might have been more powerful than them, but he was outnumbered four to one. His grace was already lower than it should have been, and now he’d wasted some of it on healing you. You got to your feet and tried to push down the nausea clawing at your throat.

“Gabe?”

Nothing. There wasn’t so much as a rustle in the undergrowth beneath the trees.

“Gabe, please. Come on. Come back to me, I need you.”

You had to fight to stay calm when he didn’t reappear. There was no way he wouldn’t come to you when you said that, not unless he physically couldn’t. You cursed yourself for not calming him down better, for not thinking of a way to keep him with you. You should have –

From nowhere, white light and screaming noise eclipsed your vision, your hearing, every sense you had. Your head swam under the intensity of it, and at the scent of pine needles, you concluded you must have ended up on the ground. When everything started to recede and you could bear to open your eyes, you gasped in horror.

An angel lay dead a few yards away, its vessel’s eyes burnt out. But right in front of you, groaning in agony on the ground, was Gabriel. Another angel had its blade lodged beneath his ribs, twisting it as if the injury wasn’t already severe enough. Without a moment’s hesitation, you whipped out your own angel blade – one you had stolen from a previous kill – and buried it to the hilt in the creature’s chest. You squeezed your eyes shut at the resulting flare of ethereal light, ignored the charcoal wings stamped onto the ground.

You needed to help Gabriel.

He held his weight on his elbow, hands pressed to either side of the blade. There was far too much blood. Your hands joined his.

“What did you go and do that for,” you hissed at him, trying your hardest to keep your hands steady. “They were gone.”

The archangel groaned again, his head dropping forward a little.

“He was gonna kill you,” he forced out. “Said he’d come find you… knew where you were. Couldn’t have that.”

“But they’d already left!”

You were surprised by the desperation in your voice, the emotion clogging up your words. It was enough to make Gabriel pause.

“‘M alright, sugar,” he said, voice as soft as he could manage. “‘M gonna be alright. You know that, don’t you?”

Eyes locked on his injury, you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You pulled back and took your jacket off. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best you could do until you got to a first aid kit.

“That needs to come out,” you muttered, eyeing the blade and calculating. “What will the bleeding be like?”

Gabriel grimaced. The experience was not going to be pleasant.

“Not as bad as a human,” he forced out through gritted teeth. “Won’t pass out or anything.”

That was hardly a comfort. But he prepared himself for you to take the blade out, and got ready to press the jacket down over the wound. You counted him down. The yell he gave was almost enough to make you flinch, but you dropped the blade as soon as it was in your hand and immediately tried to stop the worst of the bleeding. He had been right, the injury was far less severe on him than it would have been for a human. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.

Once a few minutes had gone by and he was able to sit up a little better, your adrenaline crashed and the fear of what could have happened came down on you in full force.

“You’re an idiot,” you snapped, trying not to look at him for fear that the emotion in your chest might translate into tears lining your eyes.

Gabriel’s eyes softened, in spite of the pain he was still in. He brought a hand away from his ribs to gently run a knuckle along your jaw. You conceded to meet his gaze, but the care you saw in it was almost too much to bear.

“Your idiot,” he murmured, looking for a laugh and only getting a half-hearted huff.

You sighed heavily, shook your head. Then wrapped your arms around him and brought him close to your chest. Gabriel was still slouched, which meant you could rest your chin on top of his head. When he let you do all that without complaint, you shifted so that your legs were on either side of him. You held him tight, curled around him like you could protect an archangel from anything at all. But he allowed himself to rest a little of his weight against you, allowed you to feel like you were doing something for him.

And you were, though it wasn’t protecting him from ancient creatures with weapons and ice cold malice. Admitting that the physical comfort was welcome, wanted even, was a little too vulnerable a thing for Gabriel to manage. But he was telling you in the only way he knew how, without words, just by letting you be with him like this. He tucked his face closer to your collarbone when you began to run a soothing hand up and down his back, over his shoulder and side.

Gabriel couldn’t really remember a time when a human had actually cared for him as a being, and not just someone who could give them something they wanted. It was nice, he thought, as the bleeding slowed and the injury began the long process of stitching itself up. To be cared for, to be held. He might let you do it again when the situation was less fraught.

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can you do gabriel x insomniac reader and he uses his grace to help them sleep??? There's a huge lack in fluffy fics with grace being used for this and i think its a super cute concept

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Gabriel x insomniac reader

fluff!!

reader cannot sleep :(

(this is my first Gabriel x reader, but I re-watched an episode or two while writing this and read fics and such due to the fact I did NOT wanna mischaracterise him. I'm so sorry if I did though!)

( also I'm so excited! this is my first request, I havent stated this but feel free to request anything for supernatural characters, I do X reader and cannon x cannon)

posted June 21 2024

The motel was quiet. Sam and Dean had enough money to spare and you got your own room. You’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, watching shadows crawl across the room while the digital clock mocked you from the nightstand.

2:13 AM.

2:47 AM.

3:26 AM.

Sleep wouldn’t come, It never really did. Most nights you'd do extensive research on the case until sunrise, surviving on coffee and stubbornness. Sam worried. Dean pretended not to. And Gabriel was too busy bothering you three hunters to care—at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to think.

So when you stood up and got out of your bed to reach for your bag that sat on the table near the door, the last thing.. Or the last angel you  expected was Gabriel. 

“You know normal people sleep at this hour, right?” 

You quickly turn around to the Archangel.. He just smirked at you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the growing tension between you two in cases where he was tricking you three and putting you three through shows or repeating the same day. He'd stare at you longer than Sam or Dean, he'd get up and in your personal space, he'd do things in his little tricks for you as a way to flirt. 

So when you turned around, and saw him, your heart skipped a beat and started to race but your face stayed the same, tired but alert. You heard Gabriel chuckle and cross his arms over his chest. 

“What do you want, and what are you laughing at?”

You snap, your day had been tiring, and after coming back to the motel and taking a warm shower you still couldn't seem to catch a break. You're irritated, but not at Gabriel, he's the last person you'd be mad at, you were irritated at the fact you couldn't sleep and he caught on. 

“Wow, I touched a nerve, huh? I just came by to check on my favorite little human and you just can't stand to see my charming face.”

You sigh and ease up a bit.

You sigh and ease up a bit.

“See? There you gooo!” 

he teased, pointing at you dramatically.

 “That’s the look I like. Much less murder-y.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for your bag.

“I’m working.”

“At three in the morning?”

“Technically it’s almost four.”

Gabriel stared at you. You stared back.

“…That’s not the defense you think it is, sweetheart.”

You huffed and pulled out a notebook. The case was spread across its pages. Witness statements, newspaper clippings, notes scribbled in different colored pens. You sat down at the little motel table. Gabriel’s expression shifted.

“You’re seriously researching?”

“What else would I be doing?”

“Sleeping.”

You laughed. A short, humorless sound. Gabriel’s smile faded. The room fell quiet. You looked down at your notes, avoiding his eyes.

“I can’t.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gabriel didn’t answer immediately. For once, there wasn’t a joke. No smart comments. No sarcastic comeback. Just silence. When you finally looked up, he was watching you carefully.

“How long?”

You frowned.

“What?”

“How long since you’ve actually slept.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, then Opened it again.

“…I don’t know.”

Gabriel’s jaw tightened. That surprised you. You’d expected amusement. Maybe annoyance. Not concern.

“It’s not a big deal, I'm fine.”

Gabriel snorted.

“Sure.”

“I am.”

“You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You couldn’t help it. A tiny smile tugged at your lips. Gabriel immediately pointed at you.

“There it is again.”

“Oh my God.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. A laugh escaped him. Not his usual loud, attention-seeking laugh. A real one. Warm and quiet. The sound made your heart do something embarrassing. When you looked up again, he was standing closer. You hadn’t even seen him move. Typical angel.

“Gabriel.”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

His gaze softened. And suddenly the motel room felt very small. Very quiet. Very aware of the fact that he was standing only a few feet away.

“You know,”

 he said lightly, 

“I’ve watched humans for a few thousand years.”

“Oh, only a few thousand?”

“Don’t interrupt my dramatic speech.”

You rolled your eyes. He continued with a little smirk on his face. 

“I’ve seen people push themselves until they break.”

The teasing had disappeared completely now.

“I’ve seen hunters do it even faster.”

Your chest tightened. Gabriel reached out. For a moment you thought he was going to touch your face. Instead he gently took the notebook from your hands.

“Hey—”

“Nope.”

He snapped his fingers. The notebook vanished.

“Gabriel!”

“Temporary confiscation.”

“You can’t just—”

“I absolutely can.”

You glared at him. He grinned. Then the grin softened… He had slowly made his way to the bed, sat down, his back against the headboard, he lolled his head over to look at you 

“Come here.”

Immediately suspicious, you crossed your arms.

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Gabriel.”

He sighed dramatically. Then, before you could react—with a swipe of his fingers in the air, you were next to him on the bed. You stared. He stared back at you with the Sam stupid grin that you loved so much. Eventually, exhaustion won.You shuffled closer.

“Happy?”

“Ecstatic.”

For a few moments neither of you spoke, it was a bit awkward due to the fact he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so now your head laid against his chest. The motel’s air conditioner hummed quietly. Outside, rain tapped against the window. Then Gabriel lifted his opposite hand. 

“Trust me?”

The question was unusually sincere. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Past the smirks. Past  the tricks, past  the endless jokes—And found someone who seemed genuinely worried about you. Slowly, you nodded. Gabriel smiled. Gentle. Almost shy.

Then he cupped your cheek, his hand slowly moved up to your temple, his thumb brushed against your eyebrow.. You then seen a soft glow from his palm from the corner of your eye

Warmth spread through you immediately. Not heat. Not magic forcing you unconscious. Just warmth. Like sinking beneath blankets fresh from the dryer. Like sitting beside a fireplace after being cold for too long. Like finally exhaling after holding your breath for years. Your shoulders relaxed. Then your neck.Then every muscle you hadn’t realized was tense. The constant buzzing in your mind began to quiet. Thoughts that had been racing for hours slowed. The noise faded. Not completely. Just enough.

Your eyes widened, or at least as much as they could due to the sleepiness weighing your eyes down. 

“Gabriel…”

Golden light flickered briefly behind his eyes. His grace, Soft, Careful, Gentle in a way you would’ve never imagined possible.

“I know,” 

he murmured. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy. Very heavy. The first genuine wave of sleep you’d felt in weeks washed over you.

“What did you do?”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“Nothing scary.”

Your eyes were already drifting shut.

“Promise?”

“I promise.. Just my grace, it won't hurt you, I won't let it”

Gabriel’s hand found your hair, stroking it softly. His  touch was careful  and gentle, it was as  though you were something precious, Something fragile.

“You can sleep,”

 he said quietly. The words wrapped around you as gently as his grace did, Safe, Warm, Certain. You felt yourself sinking deeper into the mattress. The exhaustion you’d been carrying for weeks finally catching up to you. For the first time in a long time, sleep didn’t feel impossible. It felt easy, natural. Your body relaxed fully against him. You were too tired to be embarrassed, too tired to move. For a second he froze. He's never been this seriously physically intimate with someone, let alone a human. He was very careful and  relaxed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,”

 he whispered, looking down at you.

“There you go...”

The last thing you felt before sleep claimed you completely was Gabriel brushing a strand of hair away from your face. And for the rest of the night, the Archangel stayed exactly where he was. Making sure nothing disturbed your dreams.. And he even went out of his way to pop in your dreams and check on you.. Some of them were you and the Winchesters, others were you and him.. Though he’d never admit it out loud, something settled in Gabriel’s chest as he looked down at you. Humans were fragile. Temporary. Gone in the blink of an archangel’s eye. But somehow that only made him want to stay longer.  To keep you safe. To make sure you got another tomorrow, to make sure you knew how much he loves you.

OH EM GEEEE this is my first Gabriel fic! and its also my first request, I was so excited about this that I started to work on it right after I seen it!!!! I hope you enjoy to whoever requested it!!!!

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Introducing Newt - supernatural

Name: Newt

Fandom: Supernatural

Paring: Gabriel

Information: they're good friends with Firn (my other supernatural oc) and met the Winchesters sometime in season 4. They are the reason Firn knows the boys and subsequently met Castiel.

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OC Lore Dump?

Moss - ATLA

Firn - Supernatural

Deimos - Demon Slayer

Newt - Jujutsu Kaisen

Newt - The Pitt

Newt - The Dragon Prince

Voting ended onJun 29

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Introducing Newt - Haikyuu

Name: Newt

Position:Ex-Manager of Nekoma/Hair stylist

Ship: Sugawara Koushi

Time period: post time skip

Information: Newt met Suga during their third year of highschool during the first Tokyo training camp. The two hit it off immediately, both being nerds and being the chaotic yet grounded member of their teams. They started dating during the summer training camp and made the long distance work until Newt graduated Beauty school and moved to miyagi to be with Suga.

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Massive picrew dump.

From left to right starting at the top, Firn & Cas, Moss & Sokka, Newt & Dennis, Newt & Sugawara.

I really love this picrew, I'll leave a link under the cut.

Couple Maker

I will be adding more hairstyles, clothes, accessories etc. in the future. If you want to share your creations with me, feel free to tag

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Made this Picrew of Soren and Newt. I imagine they're first kiss happens on top of The storm spire before the big battle with Viren's army.

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Introducing Newt - The Pitt

Name: Newt

Occupation: Hairstylist

Ship: Dennis "Huckleberry" Whitaker

Information: Newt met Dennis when he came into the salon they work at. He had been looking for a new style since Trinity was constantly making fun of his hair, and Newt was happy to help. During the haircut, they hit it off. Both being from small towns and getting used to living without their families. Afterwards they exchanged numbers, and meeting up to get coffee quickly turned into weekly hangouts on his days off and eventually they began dating. After 8ish months they decided to get an apartment together since Dennis was tired of hearing Trinity and Garcia's extracurricular activities and Newt desperately needed to get away from their shitty roommate.

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Introducing Newt - The Dragon Prince/King

(please note that depending on the picrew their horns will be different)

Name: Newt

Race: Half Human, Half Earthblood Elf

Ship: Soren

Au: Soulmates

Soulmate connection: Hearing each other's thoughts

Backstory: The first five years of their life they lived near the border of Xadia with their human mom and elf dad. After a trip to the moon nexus for an illusion to hide their horns and ears, a group of Knights killed their parents and left them in a nearby village. Three years later they were taken in by King Harrow and Queen Sarai, and raised alongside Callum and Ezran. After Sarai passed, their soulmate connection awoken. They didn't find out their soulmate was Soren until just before Harrow was killed. So their journey to Xadia is full of trying not to tell Soren where they're at and also hiding the fact that Soren is their soulmate.

You can read a more detailed version of their story here on my writing blog in the format of an x reader.

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Introducing Newt - JJK

Name: Newt

Occupation: Assistant Manager/Supervisor

Ship: Choso

Backstory: Newt grew up in a small family of sorcerers. They can see curses but don't have their own technique. They've never been interested in fighting so instead they chose to help sorcerers by being an assistant. When they met Choso, they made it their personal mission to show him the wonders of the human world.

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Introducing Deimos

Name: Deimos

Breathing style: Lunar breathing

Ship: Kyojuro and Shinobu

Backstory: Deimos grew up in a small village where most people thought demons were just a ghost story to scare people. But when Akaza attacked their village and they were the lone survivor, they vowed to get revenge. The trained tirelessly to be a strong demon slayer and eventually reached the rank of Hashira. Before the were made a Hashira, they were sent to aid Kyojuro at the wreckage of the Mugen Train. Arriving just in time to save the Flame Hashira's life. After the Mugen Train and Akaza getting away, Deimos went to the Butterfly mansion to help care for the injured Hashira. In the process they feel for both the Flame hashira and the Insect Hashira.

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Introducing Firn

Name: Firn

Occupation: Researcher/mission control for team free will

Ship: Castiel

Information: Firn is a descendant of The Men Of Letters. They're not comfortable hunting, so they spend their time studying the creatures the boys are hunting. Firn also acts as mission control for the boys, pretending to be their supervising officer or agent when local PDs ask questions. Firn also struggles with social queues so they're fairly awkward, but most importantly they have no clue Cas likes them. Of course Cas also has no clue that Firn likes him either because he's also akward af.

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Introducing Moss

Name: Chosen - Moss, after moss agate Given/dead name - Oma, after the founder of Omashu

Bending: Earth

Shipped with: Sokka

Backstory: Moss comes from a very traditional Earth Kingdom family. They were forced to conform to the image of the perfect daughter and they hated it. When the gAang passed through their town they quickly became friends with them. At the time their earth bending wasn't great because their parents discouraged them from learning because it wasn't lady like. Hearing that their family was suppressing a key part of who they were, The gAang encourage them to join them on their journey. It wasn't long after they left home that they told the gAang about the fact that they're non-binary, and the group was quick to accept them and call them by their chosen name. They also quickly became close to Sokka.