739 words for this 30 Minute Thursday prompt 🥰 Cav and Aled go to the seaside

#cxllectiveprompts #writingprompts #writing #blue #angelxreaper #JamesTheCavalryPortyr #AledTaffEvams

My 30-Minute Thursday dug a little into Georgie's lore and her break-up with her childhood sweetheart 😭

#WritingPrompts #cxllectiveprompts #angelxreaper #GeorgieGrievousHowell

It was Davey's birthday this week, and I decided to draw him in his favourite place: fast asleep on top of Leo 🥹

This sketch just makes me so happy 🥰☺️

#oc #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #LeoReaperCorbeau

'silly' 🥰

This WIP that's in need of love (and getting it) of Davey trying to take a cute video while they chill 🥹🥹🥹

#repostyourart #OCsky

#angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #LeoReaperCorbeau

A favourite little bit of dialogue between Cav and his downstairs neighbour. Ingrid is a delight lmao

#WriteSky #WIPSnips #WritingPrompts | #JamesTheCavalryPortyr #AledTaffEvans #angelxreaper

This 30-minute challenge I did for Spring! Aled knows Davey and Eric share a braincell lmao

#AledTaffEvans #angelxreaper

Young Davey handling his problems *amazingly* ☺️☺️☺️

#WIPSnips #WritingPrompts #WriteSky | #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope

Started with the word prompt alone, bc I want to expand on it with the tarot prompt once I've started getting the game plan laid out.

It's immediately after Davey escapes being shot down, and the start of him choosing to stay 'missing'.

#cxllectiveprompts #WriteSky #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope

A low light portrait of König from Call of Duty. He is framed by a scope that points directly between his eyes, and he's cast in a red light against a dark background.

Two paintings: An accented sketch of a topless man dancing. He has red scarring on his arm and a line from his belly button and around his ribs to his shoulder. He wears a Ghostface mask and cargo pants. He has partially obscured tattoos of a Yorkshire rose beneath his pec, a smiley face on his hip, and 'one day at a time' inside his forearm. He has smudged pen pointing to his stomach saying 'drink me'. The background is orange, and his name 'Angel' is in a bold font overlaying the image. A portrait of a Caucasian young woman posing for the camera with he fingers pointed beneath her chin. She has white gloves on and a green flight suit. She has red undertones and heavy blush with natural makeup and lip gloss, and her hair is red with dirty blonde roots, pulled into a messy ponytail over her shoulder. She has a pair of black headphones on, and is wearing a nose piercing and septum ring. She is against a muted mid-blue background with a dark blue rough outline.

Two paintings: A low-light half-body painting of Astarion from Baldurs Gate 3 facing away from the camera, his head tilted down and to the side, slightly in profile over his shoulder. The image is purple-toned. He is scratching at the scarring on his back—concentric circles of Internal text—and the scarring is glowing. He looks defeated and quietly upset. A monochromatic portrait study of Connor Storrie with short hair, looking into the camera.

Two paintings: A fake tiktok screenshots of three bikers. Two of them are looking into the camera while the third is oblivious in the background. They are dressed for Christmas. In front, the biker is wearing a white helmet with a deep blue pattern on it and an iridescent blue visor. He's crouching and at a three-quarter angle, holding the phone. He has Christmas lights wrapped around him a taped to his helmet, and a glittery spiral Christmas tree decoration stuck in top of his head. He is crouching in front of a motorbike that has its lights on. Another character is on the motorbike, peering into the camera. He is dressed in all black, with light gold indistinguishable patterns on his helmet. He's wearing a pair of red stitched reindeer antlers. In the background, between them, is a third person walking towards his own bike and pulling his gloves on, oblivious to the camera, wearing a green elf dress over his leathers, with an oversized elf hat over his helmet. A portrait of a Caucasian young man grinning at the camera, with his head slightly tilted back. He has sunburn across the tops of his cheeks, and is wearing a grey hoodie with the hood partially pulled up. His hair is fluffy and blonde, falling over his forehead, and he has one airpod in his right ear.

💕 RE-INTRODUCTION 💕

CXNDY | 30s | YORKSHIRE

Hello 👋 I'm Cxndy, an artist and writer from the UK

My main focus is The Squad - #angelxreaper - made up of eight OC pilots that I write and draw with @erolikearrow.bsky.social

FAVES: tea 🫖 | #bg3 | autumn 🍁 | thunderstorms ⛈️ | stars ✨️ | #ghostsoap

The answer is 'yes'. Leo is about to have the time of his life mother-henning Davey: checking dressings, feeding him, and making sure he's comfortable at all times 😌

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts | #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #LeoReaperCorbeau

I crashed a car into Cav and Davey 😁

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts | #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #JamesTheCavalryPortyr

Two tarot cards with the Rider Waite artwork X of Swords - Reversed The Fool - Reversed

Request fucking denied. The alarm clock blinks at Davey, the time reading midnight, the zeros stacked on top of each other where his head is laid on the thin pillow at an angle to the display as he fights to fall asleep. The insomnia isn't new-a symptom of the go-pills handed down to him through a chain of command that he's sure leads straight back to Price's American CIA friend-but the overwhelm of it had finally broke him, dragging his lead limbs to another new face on a new base to request a change to the prescription. 'As needed' should have given him a choice, but he's been taking them just to get through each day at this point, encouraged by people he couldn't remember the names of if he tried. His official return from Syria has been overwhelming, dragged from base to base like he's on a leash with a mutton-chopped Captain in command, and opportunities that he'd jumped at on return now feel like a slog he never signed up for. Go here. Go there. Spend two days standing on the fucking tarmac just to be sent to a training field halfway up the country or over the border instead. He liked the man, but that was before he forgot which way was up and the solution was to hand him the CIA lady's solution of go-pills-a rattling plastic container filled with approved medication that would keep him awake for a 64 hour mission but is instead being handed to him so he can get through endless training on less than five hours sleep a night. He rolls onto his back, throwing one arm over his eyes and letting out a slow breath. There's a silver lining in his return--half of the bases he's been to have trended toward newer accommodation with single rooms, at least giving him space and time to breathe once he finally sinks into his temporary bed. There's no one here to watch him toss and turn, too exhausted to sleep and mind ticking over what's expected of him in the coming days.

It's mercifully on the ground: one PT appointment, one not-an-investigation conversation, one video call with a counsellor he's never met and never will again, and a stack of training files and simulation practices. Not that he wants to be on the ground-it took a number of weeks before he was finally in a fighter jet again, feeling something of home click into place that he'd felt missing from his soul for the past few years and proving himself to still be a capable and effective pilot-but he's starting to feel like he's sailed past his own limits and is headed over the edge into oblivion, and he feels unsafe. It's almost laughable, after the heavy fire he's been under since his plane went down, but he thinks maybe that's part of what's wearing on him. Even in the most fraught exercises, home turf has come with stability and security, with three meals a day and a bed, and a transparent chain of command. This isn't stable. The pressure in his head doesn't seem to go away anymore, a persistent throb deep in his skull, and he bears his arm down heavier against his brow bone with some hope that it'll at least ease it for a moment, before he sighs and pushes himself to sit up. Bringing his knees up, he sits up against the headboard, switching his bedside light on to see around him, knocking back two paracetamol and picking up the bottle to pull the folded paper pamphlet free to read, eyes skimming the words too fast and reaching the bottom of the page with nothing retained. He raises his knee high enough that he can rest his fist on it and his chin on top of that, his other hand turning the flimsy paper until he finds the side effects and starts reading again. They're nothing new; when he first got them, he sat down and carefully made his way through the information under suggestion, but he never expected to really experience any of them. Tonight it feels like a checklist and he's completing the list.

Chills or fever, check. Clumsiness, check. Dizziness, check. Increased thirst, check check check. Mental depression, rapidly changing moods, the fucking shakes, the exhaustion. He tosses the paper to the side and buries his hands in his hair instead, head tilting down as he squeezes his eyes shut, the frustration feeling overwhelming. It was a bad idea from the beginning he knows that now-with a history of drug use that got conveniently left out of the conversation when they were first placed in front of him, never thinking of it as anything more than a few good times from his teens until he felt the burden of a familiar reliance starting to take over his restraint. There's some comfort in knowing he's still got his wits about him, enough that he can think about it rationally even as the pressure weighs on him, and that has to mean it isn't that bad. He can talk to a doctor about it-tell him he doesn't want to take them, that he isn't comfortable with them anymore-but as he tries to plan out the conversation in his fuzzy brain, his thoughts slip into what happens when he stops. What happens when he oversleeps or can't keep his head up during training? What happens when he trades the chemical alertness for the same exhaustion without a solution? He can't. Not yet. Not until he's placed somewhere more permanent with a normal amount of responsibility.

Last week's tarot prompt was about burnout and the vulnerability that comes from people taking advantage of your impulse, and whether it stems from spontaneity or recklessness.

So I wrote Davey and looked at part of what happens with Price 🥰

#cxllectiveprompts #cxndycxllective #angelxreaper #CoDOC

Davey makes friends wherever he goes 🥰🥰🥰 he's been added to the staff tea rotation by this point

#ocsky #WriteSky | #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope

I gave Georgie a nosebleed during a training dogfight 🥺

#ocsky #WriteSky | #angelxreaper #GeorgieGrievousHowell #JamieTIETaylor

Davey's *thing* (aka spontaneous and ill-thought through decisions, like sending a postcard telling everyone he's alive and simultaneously making them accomplices to his desertion)

#ocsky #WriteSky | #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #JamesTheCavalryPortyr #AledTaffEvans

When Davey was twenty, he got a smiley face tattoo on his hip 🙂

#ocsky #WriteSky | #angelxreaper (with the guy Reaper hates) #DaveyAngelPope

I'm doing portraits for all eight typhoon pilot OCs between me and @erolikearrow.bsky.social 🥹

Meet CHARMING 🕹️
Eric Bartholomew Dixon

A pot noodle boy and shortest on the squad, Eric loves gaming, adventure and proving Bigfoot is real.

#ocsky #digitalportrait | #EricCharmingDixon #angelxreaper

Happy Valentine's Day to Davey and Leo who deserve this cuddle 🥹🥹🥹

#ocsky #angelxreaper #DaveyAngelPope #LeoReaperCorbeau

I'm doing portraits for all eight typhoon pilot OCs between me and @erolikearrow.bsky.social 🥹

Meet TAFF 🐑
Aled Evans

He's the youngest on the team, a caretaker and a hard-worker. He's shy, kind, and an efficient pilot.

#ocsky #digitalportrait | #AledTaffEvans #angelxreaper

I'm doing portraits for all eight typhoon pilot OCs between me and @erolikearrow.bsky.social 🥹

Meet GRIEVOUS 🎧
Georgie Briallen Howell

She's a lover and a romantic, and she's obsessed with the American indie road trip aesthetic.

#ocsky #digitalportrait | #GeorgieGrievousHowell #angelxreaper

Rough intro for the #angelxreaper squad! These are ref images while we get drawings together but we have

(L-R)
🌻David 'Angel' Pope
🥖Leo 'Reaper' Corbeau'
🚬Jamie 'TIE' Taylor
🎧Georgie 'Grevious' Howell
🕹️Eric 'Charming' Dixon
🐑Aled 'Taff' Evans
🐶Ash 'Viking' Holmes
⚓James 'The (Cav)alry' Portyr

I painted Davey's Halloween costume :)

He turned up as sexy Ghostface, became a shot glass for the entire squad, and accidentally gave his best friend (future boyfriend) an aneurysm:)

#angelxreaper #daveyangelpope | #originalcharacter #codoc