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I think it would be better for everyone if I were to be left alone in the future. Don't you?
#goodomensedit#goodomenssource#goodomensedits#Good Omens#Aziraphale#tusermyra#userfra#tusermich#maria7potter#crowleyanthonys#userbecca#usereena#my gifs#this is not a gifset about Aziraphale being badass or him lying to god being a grand thing or anything because it's not#it's about the actions he takes that go against or bother Heaven in all their variety#it's about his unpredictability and the precedents he has set in taking action#and how he has given up everything he loves for the chance to do good#so once he realises that Heaven won't let him he's gonna Do Something and i can't wait to see what#it's Aziraphale so there is a pretty big chance it'll create a mess in wholly unanticipated ways#either way i hink Heaven is going to have regrets one way or another
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Hazbin Hotel idea
- Fallen-Angel reader(Fem) x Alastor
The reader is doubting Heaven's actions and decides to take a trip to Hell to see for herself.
- Disagrees with the idea of senseless carnage but understands life is not so simple and split in two.
- Charlie, of course, takes her in, although she does not know the reader is an angel. The reader at first doubts the redemption idea but begins to see the vision.
- Reader is not a fan of Lucifer for many reasons, but mainly because he "betrayed" Heaven, and his relationship with Lilith/Charlie is strained.
- Imagine Hell's greatest Dad, but instead of y'know the whole dad part, Lucifer and Alastor are trying to make you pick a side.
- Alastor, chaotic as usual, tries to get the reader to accept being fallen and doesn't want her to go back. She tells him about her 'predicament' before anyone else, and you better believe he wants to fight the angels for you. He tells Charlie and the others about everything because he knows you won't do it yourself. You obviously get mad. Like big mad.
- In your spiral, he sees your wings at their total capacity, and your shaken demeanor has them changing from white to black at a high rate.
- Vox and Valentino get the terrible idea to hold you for ransom against Alastor and Angel Dust, and they do not go unpunished. Vox makes several derogatory comments about your "holier than thou image," Alastor won't let him get away with it. When it comes to you, he has no problem with your lineage, and honestly, he finds it charming that an angel of all creatures would fall for him.
One of your wings gets injured, and unsurprisingly, it happens to be one of the only angelic wings left. (Say the top and bottom wings on each side are black while the middle two are white?) You used to dye your wings to hide your angelic nature, but with an injury present, it is the least of your concerns. Alastor refuses to let you fly while in recovery, and he has to deal with your pouting. When you do heal, he's still weary, always accompanying you in case you need a helping hand.
"Al, I can fly on my own! Look, my wing is healed!"
"No."
"C'mon, just one lap around the hotel!"
"No."
- Husk thinks you're pretty chill company and likes to vent when you have nothing to do. Sure, he can't say much about Alastor without fearing for his soul, but when he can, the conversations are never dull. If you make him laugh, you'll never let him forget it.
- Angel and Nifty constantly tease you about your infatuation with a particular radio demon. Don't expect any worthwhile advice, even if it means no harm. Charlie really wants to see you and Al together, but she might need to be reminded about boundaries.
- Angel Dust once tried to hit on you to see what would happen and nearly got thrown into next week.
- When he says "Good Girl" to Charlie, you can't help but blush and be a little jealous. He isn't afraid to use the phrase to fluster you on purpose, although you would prefer he not.
- If you wear makeup/do your nails, he will be fascinated. He doesn't say anything because once, he spooked you and made you jump, ruining it. The next hour was spent with him memorizing every detail of your designs in case of another mistake. If he scares you again, it's his job to redo everything. Except for mascara. Never mascara.
- Chess and poker games when the staff has downtime. He will use his shadows to help you cheat, but only if he's not playing with you. Husk knows but says nothing.
- If you're listening to music with earbuds, he will occasionally slow the signal so he can bother you. At first, you were annoyed, but realized it was his odd way of communication. Plus, he still hates technology. (You will purposely play "Video Killed The Radio Star" to get him back.)
"Would you kindly stop playing that infernal song, my dear?"
"Not until you stop interrupting my music."
- The Egg Bois love you, that's no surprise. They always ask about you when being watched by Alastor. The radio demon has come to accept the many questions by now, but the first time, he wanted to spit out his coffee. You think fondly of the memory, occasionally bringing it up to lighten the mood.
"Are you and Mom fighting?"
- When you get into disagreements, expect a few dozen bouquets of white roses in your room. He's terrible at expressing emotions other than murderous intent, and Charlie does what she can to help. You're both stubborn, but it gets too exhausting to keep up the act, and eventually, someone has to cave. (Charlie isn't afraid to wear her horns when confronting him, and if he tries to avoid apologizing, Lucifer will make a daily phone call to annoy him.)
"Hey asshole, talk to your girlfriend, it's upsetting my daughter. Also, you suck."
- Regarding the Extermination day, you try your best to fight the Angelic invasion but struggle. Alastor is stuck between keeping you and the Hotel safe. When Adam nearly beats him, you don't know he's alive, but his reappearance at the new and improved hotel is a welcome sight. He's a little rattled that he almost died, but seeing you safe is enough to keep him going. He might be a tad crazier, but you love him to pieces anyway as you run up and hug him. Typically, he despises physical contact, but coming from you, he doesn't mind, even going so far as to hug you back.
"I assure you that I'm alright, mon cher."
"Are you sure, Al, because that was a difficult fight. Wait—your voice!"
The radio demon takes a moment to realize that without his staff, his voice is clearer than before.
"Oh, you must mean the radio feedback is gone. Yes, I suppose you've never heard my regular voice. I had forgotten what it sounded like. How is it?
"It sounds lovely. I couldn't imagine a better fit."
"I should return the compliment; that is what a proper gentleman does. Your wings look lovely as ever, (Y/N)."
You look over your shoulder to see the feathers no longer entirely black, but back to their ivory shade. A few straggled feathers remain, but you don't mind, overjoyed.
In the middle of your undeniably cute interaction, the rest of the staff is watching. It isn't until Husk interrupts with "get a room" that you two get the hint.
Bonus:
Ruffle this tall disaster's hair. He might complain, but he loves it.
Are you feeling extra crazy? Boop him. Just boop the nose. He will do the same to you.
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✂ txt as kinks (m)
ღ a/n: another attempt at smut... i hope this turns out better..!
click here for the ateez version :)
minors n ageless blogs do not interact please! afab!reader (use of female terms)
ღ yeonjun, soft dom
♫ playing now : the best i ever had by limi
corruption kink
he's definitely not a virgin
man carries himself too hard to be a virgin-
he will RELISH in the chance to corrupt his partner
be their first and be the only one to fuck their cunt
will treat you so sweetly!
it will be a different type of feeling for yeonjun, like he's never liked fucking someone so much
until you <3
will teach you everything he knows and help you be more confident
wants to be your one and only
"my sweet angel, my darling, i'll make this feel so good, you will want more.."
sensory deprivation (giving and receiving)
PLEASE
i was staring at my screen and then i thought of him with a blindfold
will love figuring out your sensitive parts
teasing you
and overstimming you while you can't see him
will kiss you a lot when he covers your eyes
a LOT of dirty talk
prepare to be teased for a long time..
"if only you could see how hard i am for you, here, let me rub against you.. feel it now?"
ღ soobin, switch (leaning sub)
♫ playing now : babygirl by maeta
free use (receiving)
now, this has be when he FULLY trusts you
he is desperate to please and will offer this to you when he feels safe
has to establish a safe word
once you guys are settled
he will allow you to do anything
want to fuck him while one of his members is asleep in the same room?
want to fuck him when he is on call with yeonjun?
want to fuck him when he is getting ready to go on stage?
he will not say no
"right here baby...? okay let me lock the door.."
nipple play/breast worship (giving)
a total tits guy..
i am not going to lie on this site
he will toy with your breasts for as long as you'll let him
he will kiss them and shower them with love
might give them more attention than your cunt-
he just loves them
doesn't care about size
just wants to kiss them and wants his hands on them
will love watching your chest as you two make love
"so pretty, it's always like your breasts ask for my touch.."
ღ beomgyu, switch (leaning dom, bratty sub)
♫ playing now : alone with you by ashlee
taking pictures
will whip out his dick his polaroid camera and spend a lot of money making sure he always has film
loves taking photos of you on your knees
his dick in your mouth
will keep it in his wallet
would put in his phone case but too many people might see it
and only he should be able to look at you like that
"pose for me darling, my dick looks so nice in your mouth, say cheese.."
pain kink (hair pulling) (receiving)
i'm not over emo beomgyu
no moa is
he loves you pulling on his hair as he eats you out
it makes me know that you like what he's doing
will groan and whimper
leans into your touch
wants you to be rough when he's feeling subby
"mmh? does it feel that good angel? tug it more, i like it."
ღ taehyun, soft dom
♫ playing now : red lights by stray kids
strength kink
he doesn't work out for nothing !!
he's been wilding more lately and his muscles are getting ridiculous
he would want to manhandle you, prove me wrong (you can't)
wall sex...
SOFT wall sex
yes
<3
"hm? no you're not heavy at all, don't worry angel."
marking (receiving and giving)
idk why but i feel like tyun is a possessive typa guy
not in the way that he wants to mark you
but that he wants to be marked up
would show it off nonchalantly
like at the gym
omg..
would go workout with you and take off his shirt to show off all the marks you left
so no one will bother you both
omg !!
"yeah, i know they're staring. you did such a good job last night angel."
ღ huening kai, switch (leaning sub..)
♫ playing now : heaven by taemin
praise kink (recieving and giving)
this sweetie :(
he wants to know that you like what he's doing !!
will praise you just as much but he loves loves loves getting it too !!
after every major action he does, he'll look at you
silently asking for reassurance
will ask you afterwards if everything was ok
be honest with him
when you praise him, he gets a warm feeling in his tummy
will do everything to get your approval
"is this okay..? it is? great, i'll do a little more then.."
joi (jack-off-instructions) (receiving)
do
not
ask
i just got this vibe
ok im fully on this sub!hyuka train
like i have said
he's eager for validation and praise
so he'd listen to you order him around
bonus if you're out of reach
just imagine him listening to you so well that he doesn't even realize he came a minute ago
"like this? o-okay.. yeah it feels really good, more.. i wanna do more.."
i'm getting better at this 18+ stuff, let's gooo !
ღ lune
#ღ the lune sees all#txt#txt scenarios#yeonjun#beomgyu#soobin#taehyun#kang taehyun#txt smut#hueningkai#huening kai#yeonjun smut#beomgyu smut#soobin smut#txt hard hours#huening kai smut#taehyun smut
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Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O
Type of Writing: Random Idea
Name: Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O
Characters: Adam, Lute, and Emily
Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts
A/N: This is mainly about how they meet and my take on how Season two may go, y'know with God being introduced and holding a meeting on what happened during Extermination Day. Anyways, have a great rest of your days/nights!
⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death and Non-Canon Events ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️
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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' with Sir Pentious ~ Fox-Demon
🎸 Adam, despite what many in Heaven think, doesn't bother memorizing all of his descendants and what they do. He only sees them after they die during the Extermination
🎸 You were one of Sir Pentious' helpers when it came to making his creations, such as the Egg Boiz for example. And, when he had begun his charge up his ship to take on Adam head-first, you were one of the people inside of the ship, holding his hand as he said his so-called final words; Fire.
🎸 When you both awoke after falling onto a ground, you couldn't lie, you were horrified. After all, who just dies from being blasted by an angel and suddenly appears in a new land?
🎸 It took you a little more processing than your college, but, when you did finally come to terms that you were in Heaven, due to your actions in Hell against Adam, you were quite pleased
🎸 This action just allowed Heaven to realize their faults in judgement; Reformation was possible!
🎸 You and Pentious were taken to the main judgement room where Charlie and Vaggie were months prior and that was where you met your unknowing future spouse
🎸 Adam had just barely dodged the attack from Niffty and escaped back to Heaven with Lute on his tail as he swore revenge on the residents of the Hotel
🎸 He had then healed up and was required to go to the meeting where their Father, God, had set up to discuss the day's events and whatnot. And anyone could tell that he was both pissed and pleased
" And Adam. What in the name of Earth were you thinking?! I only allowed Extermination on the one condition that is happened when I decided it to be necessary, not for you to do it six months prior! Without my knowledge nonetheless! And, who are these two?! "
" They're the first reformed sinners! My Father, meet Sir Pentious and Y/N L/N. "
🎸 Adam glared at you two, remembering how you stood beside Charlie as they declared war upon one another. And he remembered how determined you stared him in the eyes as he blasted you two nothing alongside your friend
🎸 Once God had calmed down and motioned for you, Pentious, and Adam to step forward and announced for everyone else to exit the room, the first man and grown more nervous than before
🎸 When the creator of life had placed you three at a table and told you guys to speak to one another without any malice or hatred, and, in turn, basically apologize, Adam straight-up asked why
" Because Adam. They are new members to our home, and that means we must treat them with the same amount of respect that we treat the natural Winners. Now, apologize. "
" But- I- Ugh... fine... I'm sorry... "
" Apology- "
" Forgiven. And we apologize for attempting to kill you in return. We just- felt the need to protect our friends more than we had any value for each other's lives. "
🎸 He was shocked, you were apologizing for trying to kill him?! He had tried killing you! You must have been trying to deceive him, that is what foxes were known for; deceit.
🎸 Forcing a smile despite his confusion and wish to throw out colorfully decorated questions at you, Adam just pushed through the meeting second by second. But, he'd have to ask you questions later on. He just had too.
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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' fighting along Alastor ~ Chickadee-Demon
🗡️ She did not want to be here in the slightest.
🗡️ Why was she needing to tell her side of the story?! You and your little friend, Alastor, had attacked Adam, nearly killing him in the process, much to everyone's shock
🗡️ Lute was not amused with how you kept a small smile when mentioning your fight against Adam and how you had stood your ground during, smiling with full teeth- ones matching the Radio Demon's, though yours were more white
🗡️ The Father of Humanity just looked at you and your snake friend before smiling gently and motioning you and him to come closer so he could look into your eyes
🗡️ He could tell when someone was lying by looking deep into their eyes, it was something about their soul being based off of a piece of him that made it work
🗡️ Lute watched with narrowed eyes and your wings come flying backwards with force as your eyes turned white with black spots littering, oh how she hoped you and Pentious were banished back to Hell
" They pass. Their seems to be no amount of sin left within them, well, there is a hint, but a hint I can forgive. "
" WHAT?! "
🗡️ Smacking her hands to her mouth, Lute slammed her head into the stand's top, making a loud thump echo throughout the room signalling her shock if the word was not enough
🗡️ The exorcist looked at you and Pentious and gritted her teeth as he began to tear up with joy as God summoned his little Egg Boiz back into existence, though they took on a more heavenly-egg form than an demonic-egg one
🗡️ Looking at you especially as a small bird landed on your large piece of feather-like hairs that stood up from your head, her heart began to pound heavily as her mind screamed at herself for the interior action
🗡️ Why in the name of Heaven was her heart pounding at your smile and gentle nature with the Egg Boiz and your little bird friend?!
🗡️ Whatever the reason was, she didn't want to think about it anymore. After all, such an action could be perceived as unholy, resulting in her demise to Hell
🗡️ Holding her spear closer, Lute nodded as God dismissed everyone and Emily hugged you and pet your bird as she spoke to Sir Pentious, asking you guys some stuff about the Hotel and who you guys believed could be redeemed next
🗡️ Lute almost bumped into you, but she stopped herself, allowing one question to burn in her mind as she began to walk away to where a certain female demon was;
🗡️ Why did you seem so cute?
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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' protecting Charlie from Adam ~ Hyena-Demon
💞 You were known to be very aggressive around those you deemed not worthy of your presence, and as one of the most dangerous demons in Hell when angry, even those in Heaven saw this come out
💞 This happened when Adam had tried to lay his hands on Charlie during the meeting, though you were far faster and more dangerous than Vaggie when it came to this time
💞 You had jumped the gun and kicked the first man away, shocking everyone. And when you barked for the two females to be sent back with you to your home, Sera just nodded and made a portal for you guys to leave, much to Adam's annoyance
💞 Emily had barely even met you, and it saddened her. But, seeing you defend Charlie from such a powerful heavenly figure made her heart skip a couple beats
💞 Wait- why was she thinking you looked amazing protecting the Princess of Hell?! Was this unholy?!
💞 She hadn't heard about or from you until Extermination Day, which was when Adam and his exorcists had descended to attack and kill as many sinners as they could
💞 And in Adam-ly fashion, they had went to attack the Hazbin Hotel first, much to everyone else's annoyance
💞 You had noticed that Adam was about to kill Charlie, so, you threw yourself in front of her, making his large attack hit you and in-turn kill you, and that action prompted the angry outburst of your closest friends, Alastor and Charlie
💞 Surprisingly though, you and Sir Pentious, who had also died protecting the Hotel and your friends, had appeared in Heaven before Sera and Emily
💞 Emily had looked at you both in awe, adoring your new look; your fur and tail was more well-kept and your ears were fluffier with the skin inside being shaped like tiny pink-tinted hearts to match your hand's markings
" Y/N! Oh my goodness, you got reformed! How awesome is this?! "
💞 The angel squealed and hugged you as you chuckled nervously, still adjusting to the bright surroundings. To be honest, you expected to close your eyes and never open them again
💞 Sir Pentious held onto you from behind as you led him throughout the building and during the meeting with your Creator and the rest of his heavenly council, and you had to admit, watching Emily gleefully talk about you and your friend was nice
💞 Maybe you could get used to your new afterlife here?
💞 Maybe Emily could hang out with you even more!
💞 Maybe this could be the start of a whole new relationship? Oh no she's going full on romantic, isn't she?
#Hazbin Hotel#Angels#Heaven#Hazbin Hotel x Reader#Angels x Reader#Heaven x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Demon! Reader#Angel! Reader#Sinner! Reader#Hazbin Adam#Hazbin Adam x Reader#Hazbin Lute#Hazbin Lute x Reader#Hazbin Emily#Hazbin Emily x Reader
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silent love song | sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader
Summary: A pretty lady is convinced that Sihtric hates her, a pretty warrior is terrified of confessing his feelings more than fighting the most dangerous enemy, and the pretty boys simply have to spring into action, because you can't be more oblivious than these two.
Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!
Word count: 2.5k
Hope in her heart extinguished as quickly as it had ignited.
Sihtric Kjartansson ran away from her once again.
The cool air was a welcome change after hours spent in a stuffy and stinky hall, overflowing with joyful men. Though drunken would be a more fitting description. The wind tousled (Y/N)'s hair as she quietly left the room to take a break from the chaos that only a band of celebrating warriors could create. She turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps. In the dimly lit vestibule, she recognized Sihtric's figure. He stood there for a few seconds. Then, he spun on his heel and returned to his companions.
(Y/N) let out a heavy sigh. Since she had never noticed the boy's flushed cheeks and how nervously he gulped, trying to find the courage to talk to her, she once again came to the following conclusion - Sihtric Kjartansson did not like her. From the very beginning.
Poor girl rested her head against the wooden railing and closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t even know what his problem was!
“What a cheerful mood,” commented Finan, nudging her with his elbow. “Is the lady planning to stand here in this abyss of despair or will she come back to us?”
“Why don’t you go away and bother someone else?”
“My other friends have ugly faces. It takes away my drinking joy.”
(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
“Are ya okay? Ale’s too strong?” he asked, then smiled playfully. “Sihtric is worried.”
The girl glanced at him and furrowed her brow in contemplation. She hoped Finan would keep it discreet after she said what she had intended to say.
“I'm asking you, because you're an honest man,” she began, smoothing the material of her skirts just to occupy her hands. She had to know. “Sometimes even recklessly straightforward.”
“Thank ya,” he replied with a proud smile. Then he processed the second part of her statement and grimaced. “I guess.”
“Why does Sihtric hate me?” she asked, her tone almost pleading. “I don't mean that he has to like me, but he doesn't utter a word to me, while he talks to everyone else. He runs away at the sight of me! Even today. Is my company that unbearable, or did I do something to offend him? If it's the latter, I will apologize, for heaven's sake!”
Finan stood there with raised eyebrows for a while. Then he let out a belly laugh. (Y/N) waited with hands placed on her hips until the Irishman stopped wheezing.
“That's what you get when you ask a drunkard anything,” she retorted, about to walk away, but Finan held her arm.
“No, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You've amused me so. Wait! Wait, woman.”
“You're making fun of my problems. If you told me that girls run away at the sight of you, I would at least explain why. Sometimes you're a real piece of shit.”
“Girls go crazy when they see me,” he protested, to which (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “But ya make Danish warriors weak in the knees, so you have nothing to complain about! Sihtric worships the ground ya walk on, I'm serious now.” Finan straightened up and smiled, but this time more gently. “He's cute, but he's already wearing us all out with his tales about your beauty, so if you could just help us out…”
“You're making fun of me,” (Y/N) replied uncertainly, searching his face for signs of deception.
“For someone so wise, you're more blind than my grandmother in her final days,” Finan muttered, crossing his arms. “Think for a moment. He doesn't have to say anything. It's just that ya seem to have your eyes up your arse.”
“I should drown you in that barrel of ale. I'm going to sleep, and I suggest you do the same.” The girl jumped off the steps without looking back.
“He bows when he sees ya approaching, even if miles separate ya,” the Irishman continued. (Y/N) reluctantly stopped, though her stubbornness still prevented her from turning around. “He stands near your tent at night, and believe me, no one dares to enter. Who do ya think takes care of your horse? The servants, to put it mildly, have been dismissed.” (Y/N) slowly faced Finan. “When trouble or danger arises, who magically appears in front of ya? Coincidence, right? And when we set up camp a week ago, I hope ya know that no one conjured those extra furs; they were from him.”
The girl looked down and sighed softly.
“And the flowers by the entrance of my tent, I presume?”
“Aye, ya should see how enthusiastically he picks them! That beast has gone a bit mad for ya. Anything else, my lady?”
“When I said I have no means to defend myself…”
“A sudden surge of wisdom!”
“Be quiet,” she murmured with a smile, waving him goodbye.
“That's a nice dagger ya have!”
Because it’s Sihtric's.
A complete, humiliating, crippling defeat.
“Did you shit your breeches?” Uhtred yelled loud and clear, even before Sihtric could return defeated to their table.
“Come on, give him a break, lord.” Osferth threw Sihtric a comforting look and a tight-lipped smile. Sihtric messed up his hair and slumped heavily on the bench.
“I can't handle it, I just can't,” he admitted with considerable embarrassment. “If only she were a little less beautiful, everything would look different.”
“Close your eyes then,” Beocca advised from above his bowl of stew.
“God's wisdom knows no bounds,” Osferth commented in a voice devoid of emotion and glanced at Sihtric, who, in his misery, decided to down his ale in one go.
“I don't understand you, I simply don't understand you,” Uhtred sighed. “A brave warrior, slaying enemies with a sword, an axe, even with bare hands. And he's afraid to simply talk to a lady.”
“Uhtred, feelings have overwhelmed people more than once. The heart is not inclined to listen to rational explanations. It follows its own rules,” Beocca spoke up, folding his hands on the table. “Don't lose faith, Sihtric. Everything will work out.”
“He doesn't need faith, just some balls,” Uhtred protested, to which the priest and the baby monk gave him disapproving looks.
“What? Nothing but the truth.”
“She wouldn't want me anyway,” the young warrior spoke, staring into the bottom of his mug. “She is a lady, and what am I? What can I offer her? What can I give her? It's pathetic. It's enough for me to admire her from a distance and know that she's safe; the rest is just a stupid dream.”
“He's entered the wailing phase,” Uhtred groaned. Leaning back, he looked towards the entrance. “Finan went to her. He probably annoyed her. Oh, he definitely annoyed her. Maybe she was already irritated that you messed up once again and exploded.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Gods, Sihtric, she was looking at you all evening. She went outside alone, so you had a perfect excuse to approach her, you fool.”
“It's not that simple-”
“My lady, what a beautiful evening it is today. You suddenly disappeared, and I wanted to make sure everything is okay. It is? Great. I wanted to be certain. And ask if you would like to sleep in my tent tonight.”
“Uhtred!”
“What now?”
“The savage speaks through you,” Beocca scolded him. Meanwhile, Finan returned and leaned conspiratorially over his dark-haired friend.
“(Y/N) asked about ya, little runt.”
“About me?” Sihtric raised his head so quickly that he almost broke his friend's nose. “What exactly did she say?”
“Ya would know if ya had gone there and asked her yourself,” Finan replied with a wicked smile and darted back towards the exit.
“Finan!” Sihtric shouted after him, immediately getting up from his seat. “What did she say? Finan!”
“If things continue to look like this, the opportunity will slip right past him,” Uhtred concluded, watching with amusement as Sihtric chased after the Irishman. “We need to corner him.”
“But how, my lord?” Osferth asked uncertainly. “He gets very nervous in her presence. I doubt we can…”
“Anger is a bit stronger than fear. And I have an idea.”
“Oh God, watch over us.”
Something was off. Aethelwold had never sat so close. And Sihtric's eyes had never gleamed with such fury.
“That's exactly how it happened, my lady. I'm not telling this story to boast, oh no,” the royal nephew spoke, gesturing animatedly.
(Y/N) had hoped for a peaceful afternoon and a bit of quiet in the shade of the sprawling oak tree. She had some things to think about. She had to think about Sihtric. About Finan's words. And about things she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she had indeed surpassed the Irishman's grandmother in her blindness.
Barely had she settled under the tree with an apple in her hand and a tangle of thoughts in her head when Sihtric appeared nearby. He must have had a lot to do in that area.
She lifted her gaze when she felt him looking at her. He blushed to the tips of his ears and bowed deeply. She smiled and was about to get up and approach him. (Y/N) had prepared a perfect excuse. The dagger desperately needed sharpening. Maybe Sihtric would confess that he had given it to her. But all dreams and plans were ruined by Aethelwold, emerging out of nowhere with an innocent smile.
“My lady,” he began and sat down next to her without waiting for an invitation. “If it's not a bother, I'll keep you company for a while. I see it's not. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other better, don't you think?”
(Y/N) wasn't quite sure what this arrogant man was getting at, but she decided to listen to his utterly fascinating stories for a while so as not to appear rude.
Sihtric was seething. He thought Osferth was lying because Uhtred ordered him to. The young monk had told him in great secrecy that he overheard a conversation between Aethelwold and (Y/N)'s brother. The topic of discussion was an initial marriage agreement. Of course, Sihtric didn’t believe him.
But now, before Sihtric's eyes, that pile of dung was cozying up to his lady. He was probably telling outrageous things just to brag.
Sihtric Kjartansson sharpened his sword, carefully observing every move of Aethelwold. That poor fool felt beads of sweat on his forehead when their eyes met.
“Lord, if you'll allow me, I'm very tired,” (Y/N) gently interrupted his never-ending story and got up, dusting off her dress. Aethelwold stood up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, holding her in place.
Big mistake.
One pleading look from (Y/N) later, the man, royal or not, landed on his backside with a loud thud, forcefully pushed away.
“The lady leaves when she wishes to leave, and you keep your hands to yourself,” the young Dane growled, to which Aethelwold raised his hands in a defensive gesture.
“Yes, I apologize,” he quickly stammered, gathering himself from the ground and rushing off to an appointed place.
“Never again, he looked at me like he were the devil himself,” Aethelwold said in a high-pitched voice. He extended his hand, on which Uhtred sprinkled a few silver coins. “I demand a barrel of ale added to my payment. He was sharpening his sword!”
“We saw. Someone got maaad,” chuckled Finan, trying to get a better look from behind the twigs.
“Important thing is, it worked. That justifies my lie, doesn't it, lord?” Osferth asked for a confirmation, pushing past Finan.
“God will forgive you,” Uhtred promised. “But you won't get the ale, Aethelwold. There was supposed to be a kiss too.”
“Of course! So he could kill me!”
Unaware of the trap set for him, Sihtric was seething with jealousy and a sense of injustice. She couldn't marry that scoundrel.
“Thank you, I thought I'd never get rid of him,” (Y/N) smiled and bowed her head slightly.
“Can I say something?” Sihtric asked with desperate fervor.
“You certainly should, it's rare,” the girl laughed, but her expression grew serious at the sight of his face.
“Don't marry him. Don't do this to me and to yourself.”
“Sihtric? I'm not…”
“Aethelwold doesn't deserve you. Honestly, I doubt anyone ever will. He's a coward and you, (Y/N), need something more. Someone who will pledge you a sword along with their heart. And give you that whole heart until it becomes one with yours. Make you a part of their world in its very core. They'll dream of you because you're someone worth dreaming of. Worth of devotion and tenderness. They'll see in you not only the beauty that weakens me, but also the strength and courage that are evident in every move you make-”
(Y/N) looked at him for a while, her gaze wandering over his face.
“Weaken you?”
“What?” Sihtric stumbled, suddenly realizing the weight of his slip of the tongue.
“Why were you silent for so long if you speak like this?” (Y/N) sighed before rising on her tiptoes and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Sihtric didn't open his eyes, afraid it was all a dream.
“My lady? I... I apologize if it's too much at once…”
“Someone recently talked some sense into me, so now I know you've been telling me this all along, little by little,” (Y/N) confessed, cupping his face in her hands. “You spoke through your actions, Sihtric. I'm sorry for averting my gaze.”
The mighty warrior fixed his gaze on the tree, embarrassed to meet the girl's eyes.
“Did you at least like the flowers?”
“Very much. Where do you pick them?”
“It's a secret.”
“We can go pick them together sometime. And roll in the grass.”
Sihtric burst into laughter and kissed her more passionately. The realization hit him that now he could.
“Wait,” (Y/N) suddenly said, holding him back by the arm. “Where did the idea that I'm getting married come from?”
“Osferth told me,” he said, furrowing his brow. “And the person that told you-”
“Finan,” (Y/N) quickly interrupted.
“One could have guessed.”
“No. Well, yes. But now I mean that Finan is standing over there and waving at us.”
Sihtric turned around abruptly. Now not only Finan, but also the rest of the party left their hiding spot. The boys looked very pleased with themselves.
“Right, Uhtred all along,” (Y/N) looked at Sihtric. “You frightened the poor man and he was just doing your lord's bidding.”
“He deserved it,” he whispered in her ear. They heard a cough behind them. Father Beocca also decided to grace them with his presence.
“Is anyone else hiding in the bushes?” Sihtric muttered, rolling his eyes.
“I only came to inquire about when we're setting the date for the wedding.”
“Whose wedding? It's easy to get confused,” (Y/N) chuckled.
“Yours, lady. With Sihtric, of course,” Beocca replied nonchalantly, pointing with his finger at the Dane still embracing her tightly. “Uhtred told me.”
#sihtric#sihtric kjartansson#sihtric the last kingdom#sihtric x reader#sihtric fanfiction#sihtric kjartansson x reader#the last kingdom#the last kingdom fanfiction#sihtric imagine
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WARNINGS- A BIT OF NSWF UNDER THE CUT, mentions of alcohol.
inspired by this ask.
“let’s play truth or dare.” the rumble of gojo’s chest as he giggled at your declaration was soothing and caused a wobbly grin to spread across your face,
your lashes fluttering as you tried your best to keep your eyes opened. the wine bottle, gifted to you by Nanami, was now empty as it sat between you and your new husband.
“truth or dare?” he asked, resting his head on your head and rubbing your hips through the material of your wedding dress that you couldn’t be bothered to take off. from behind you, saturo admired you.
his wife, and the soon to be woman who would carry his babies. the light hanging from the ceiling of your new living room gave you a an almost angelic look, with the wedding dress that fluttered around you and the glitter that sparkled against your beautifully melanated skin saturo almost thought you weren't real. you were just that beautiful it made him think he was dreaming sometimes.
you felt the subtle press of saturo's lips at the crown of your head, smiling at the feeling and leaning against his chest, sighing at how good he smelled and felt. how good he felt as your husband.
"yeah, jus without the truths." the words were slightly slurred and if saturo wasn't as wine drunk as you he would have teased you about it, instead he giggled and pulled you closer to him, placing a kiss on your cheek. "kay, let's play."
while smiling you turned out of his hold so you could face him, rolling your eyes playfully at the groan that he let out. "okay, you first. I dare you to take your shirt off."
saturo blinked slowly for a moment, processing your word before a smile that could only be described as sinful fell on his lips.
"wanna get in my pants so bad." he sighs playfully while he shakes his head and reaches for the buttons on his dress shirt, the jacket suit he had on earlier being discarded on the seat of the couch. beautiful blue eyes never stray away from you as he slowly slipped the buttons through each hole, they studied your every expression.
the way your eyes drifted to his fingers--your teeth sinking into the flesh of your plump bottom lip, saturo suddenly wants to play something else. he shrugs the material off of his body, laughing lowly at the way your eyes drag down his entire body.
"cmere." he couldn't resist, not with the way you were staring at him, not with how good he looked.
your eyes meet his, lips rubbing together as you contemplate on whether you should, eyes gently shining.
the white haired man infront of you knows this look all too well and gives you a stern look, daring you to disobey him.
"but the game—"
"don't care, baby. said come here." you immediately move, saturo's legs spreading as you crawled in between them. when your close enough he pulls you into his lap, paying no mind to your sweet gasp.
you don't know where to look. he was just too captivating to not to want to admire him all at once. his beautiful porcelain skin that glowed gently, his bright blue eyes that had you breathless from just one glance, his chest that was gradually turning red as he looked you up and down, or his abs. the same abs that he had you riding on just this morning, it was all too conflicting to choose which one to settle on.
without looking away from him, you dragged your finger down his chest stopping right above his belt. his eyes darken at your actions but he doesn't move to stop you, giving you saccharine smile as he thought about all the way he wanted—he was going to fuck you.
"gonna keep staring or are you gonna make love to your wife, saturo?"
he doesn't hesitate to capture your lips with his, sighing into your mouth like he had just gotten a taste of heaven. it's messy, because of you both being drunk off of the wine, but it just makes the heat between your thighs grow, the intense wanting for saturo to increase. saturo sucks on your tongue harshly, shoving his own into your mouth and intertwining his wet muscle with yours, smiling at the sound of you whining and you pulling him closer. your dress now envelopes saturo's frame and spreads around you both like a blanket, he lets out a grunt as you rock your hips against him, only feeling it slightly because of the thick material of your dress. he thinks it’s beautiful on you, he made that clear when he fucked you in the dressing room with it on earlier cause he just ‘had to’. but it had to go, like today.
you squeal as he suddenly lits you up, his long fingers skillfully pulling down the zipper before setting you down so you could step out of it.
as you stood there, flustered as saturo lips parted at the sight of you. a white lacy strapless bra holds your titties up, your pebbled nipples showing through the material as it hugs your tits gently—it's paired with straps at the side that are connected to your underwear your puffy pussy being pressed against the material so cutely, making it look fit and snug. the white haired male almost loses his composure as he stared at you with his pretty lips parted and his eyes wide, he swore he almost fell to his knees and started praying and thanking the man upstairs to have blessed him with such a breathtaking woman.
"saturo, it's bout time you made love to your wife." you whisper sweetly, taking his hands and leading him to your new shared bedroom.
saturo thinks he's high, extremely high from you. and he doesn't think he wants to come down.
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Writing One shot: Lucifer Morningstar ★
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⋆ ★ Character: Lucifer Morningstar
⋆ ★ Fandom: Hazbin hotel
⋆ ★ Plot: Lucifer x Artist!Reader
⋆ ★ Requests: Open
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Part 1.
Read Part 2 here:
✦ The only thing that you ever cared about was making art. Not the person screaming for help while getting stabbed at a park you always visited to draw the landscape and animals. Not the time where you saw a person hanging on for dear life on a tall building from a failed parkour stunt, yelling for someone to save him, obviously you didn’t, you were too busy drawing his expression.
✦ Maybe those types of actions are what made you go to hell instead of heaven..
✦ But now that you are in hell, there is a whole new world of things to draw, paint, sculpt, doodle ect!
✦ You never were actually the murder type, or violent, not even cannibalistic. All you wanted to do was create art. That was your passion. Even if it meant being a bystander who simply didn’t care enough for others.
✦ You drew many things in hell, landscapes, animals, people, scenes that you saw happen before your eyes.
✦ You even had a power, every Sinner was born with some power, most small some big. You were lucky enough to have a decent power. You called it, the power of creation. And you used your power many times.
✦ Though your no Overlord, atleast you never tried to be, you still lived in hell pretty well.
✦ Your day was just like any other, outside drawing a scene happening in front of you, a group of mobsters beating up a lanky Sinner out on the street.
✦ When you heard a familiar voice.
✦ “Oh Y/n! I haven’t seen you in ages, still drawing I see?”
✦ Alastor greeted with a smile, a smile of which never left his face, is he actually happy to see you or is he just faking it. Who knows? Not like you care.
✦ “what a stupid question..”
✦ Your eyes never left the canvas and mob scene in front of you, not bothering to greet the Radio demon or give him a proper answer. Though, it doesn’t seem you need to since he already knew the answer.
✦ “You must be wondering where I have been all this time, Hm?”
✦ He questions with a radio tune in his voice. Which you simply hum to, only half listening. Noticing the half present state you were in with him, he smiles a little less, only a little. “I see that you are busy, as always. I was just wondering about telling you something you might be interested in…”
✦ The radio Overlord purposely trailed off, becoming more pleased upon seeing your eyes finally move his way instead of the art you’re always indulging in.
✦ “Interested in…?” You knew when Alastor says a sentence like that, he’s serious and never disappoints.
✦ Alastor waves you off in dismissal, “Oh never mind, you’re much too busy with your current drawing. Maybe some other time in the future” his smile grows when you take the bait.
✦ “Just tell me already, who knows when ‘the future’ will actually show up.” He now had your full attention, stopping your hand from drawing any more. Alastor leans against his radio staff.
✦ “I’m working on a project with a certain someone that I know you would love to be apart in” he says with confidence.
✦ You raise a brow at him, even the thought of him with a business partner sounded off, who knows what the actual project is. “Well? Tell me.”
✦”let’s just say it’s a hotel for Sinners looking to be saved, someone came up with that idea, you know… A certain someone’s daughter.. a daughter who’s the princess of hell~”
✦ You, a person normally uncaring and composed, perked up at his words.
✦ A hotel of redemption, planned by the princess of hell….meaning she was the daughter of…
✦ “Lucifer’s daughter?”
✦ Alastor chuckled at the rare sight of the normally emotionless Sinner.
✦ “Yes my dear, Lucifer.”
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Part 1 end.
#hazbin alastor#x reader#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel#reader#one shot#short story#part 1#writing#writer#fanfic#fanfiction#hobby#alastor#Lucifer#fictional character#art#fanart
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Honestly a little sad to me how bull king and princess iron fan never made up and their son was happier with guanyin and dragon girl.
It is sad to see a family fall apart like this, esp since this is a family that Wukong is connected to as well. It started with trying to control their son who was a reflection of what Wukong was, a powerful demon with too much freedom that got too arrogant and started to take more than he could handle. At least with Red Boy, he didn't have to go through 500 years of imprisonment to calm down, rather being taken under Guanyin's wind right away. He gets to be a deity in his own right as the Child of Wealth, someone to be respected and honored but he loses being a king.
Bull Demon King got arrested so there was never a chance for him to make up with Iron Fan in a meaningful way. She was so happy to see him the first time he came home but it was just Wukong in disguise... Until the end, Iron Fan was worried about her husband but she consented that there was no escape from this battle and relented by Bull King did not. Bull King kept fighting until it was too late and all of heaven had to come down for him, leading him to be carried away to a known fate in the heavens. (thought in the Journey to the West Later he apparently becomes the Ghost King and works under the Jade Emporer). This is someone that Wukong sees as a brother, someone he sees as family and he was forced to fight due to his mission to the west. But there was no compassion or understanding from Bull King, he refused to help Wukong despite that Wukong never wanted to fight his son, and even tried to appeal to Red Boy saying how they were family. But it was like facing a brick wall, there was no talking their way around this, only a fight.
I think the Monkey King by Chaiko Tsai shows it best.
There is something about letting go of old friends, people that you thought would always be by your side. But people change and Wukong has as well. He isn't who he used to be 500 years ago and Bull Demon refuses to accept that. He refused to accept that his son was out of control and he refused to give up when the odds were against him. Wukong was able to mature and move on while Bull Demon continued his ways. And I like to that we see Iron Fan mature herself in the arc for how short it was.
Iron Fan got maybe the best and worst end of the lot. She was able to escape imprisonment altogether and went on to continue her cultivation and become an immortal in her own right. But she was to lose bother her son and husband when he was clear about how much they meant to her. Her son is safe in heaven and her husband was arrested and not killed, but she is separated from them nonetheless. She lost her family only leaving herself and trying to cultivate on her own to further how own enlightenment. Her son was able to be taken in by one of the most recognizable and respected Bodhisattvas in Western Heaven but now he can't just be her son.
This is a family that was split due to circumstances. What if Red Boy never tried to kidnap Sanzang, or what if he never transformed into Gaunyin which is what led to her being involved. And what if Iron Fan gave Wukong the fan at the start and they never escalated the battle? It's hard to say, but it shows how pride and greed can affect not only yourself but your loved one as well, and even how they will miss you if you have to face the consequences of your actions. I like to think that Iron Fan was able to find her son in heaven when she committed herself to learning… but I cannot say the same for Bull Demon King... though I do like the Ghost King sequel idea, like let him have a job.
#anon ask#anonymous#anon#jttw#journey to the west#xiyouji#ask#bull demon king#princess iron fan#red boy
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Stop bc the sub channie one had me on my knees 😩😩😩 If you could continue that one that would be great! 😂
usually I just leave thots as they are — but tbh I’ve been staring at my work computer since i posted, lost in this thought sooooo
SMUT - MINORS DNI
You’re too distracted to notice the steady creak of your bed. Felix’s tongue works vigorously, careful yet quick, he makes sure every inch of inch of your cunt is tended to. It makes it hard for you to focus, eyes fluttering as your hips grind. Moaning for him, soft pleas for more. Perfect, just for you—
—and Chan, who is damn near out of the bindings. They’re loosening slowly. He’s so close to getting enough wiggle room; tongue poking out, his focus is up. A little to the left. More to the right. Twist, twist, twist.
Right there, right on the precipice of freedom.
“Chan.” You snap, and he quickly looks at you. His heart is hammering against his rib cage. Fuck, how much did you see? Of course you catch on right as he was about to try and pull his hand out- “Eyes on me, baby. I don’t want to have to beat you in front of Felix.”
All your statement does is make him more ambitious. Hiding his scowl to the best of his ability, he nods. “Sorry, ma’am.”
Do you even hear him? Once you’ve scolded him, you’re back to losing yourself. Letting one hand curl into Felix’s golden locks while the other teases your nipple over your shirt. A captor of indulgence once again.
He needs to be quick. The more time spent trying to be careful, not wanting to attract attention, just puts him more at risk. So, Chan tugs harder. The frame hits the wall. Another rough pull. He feels it give more.
By the third time, you’re looking right at him again. And his left hand is free.
The grip on Felix’s hair helps you pull his out of your center, the younger man grunting angrily as heaven was ripped from him. “Stop.” You say firmly, catching Chan just as he sits up on his knees. “Sit.”
It’s like your speaking to a pet. Like you’re his owner. Laughable, really — and he does just that. “Absolutely not. Do you really expect me to watch this?”
“I expect you to follow my rules.” With your foot on Felix’s shoulder, you move him out of the way so you can stand. Grab the forgotten cane. “I’ll give you another chance. Sit.”
Channie’s a good boy.
When he wants to be.
“Try me, baby.” He says smugly, delighted in the way your dominance is crumbling. And it was this easy? Why hasn’t he tried this sooner? “I’ve never used a cane before. Should I try it on you, or Lix first?”
The threat should have scared the blonde man; ever the sweetheart, the people pleaser. To be given such a cruel punishment should make him like clay in Chan’s hands.
However, he seems unaffected. An almost bored expression on his face. The opposite of how his friend expected — and wanted — him to react.
“I don’t think you will.”
It takes him by surprise, confidence faltering slightly. Never has his friend challenged him, in any aspect, but especially not like this. Before you, was Felix. Always glad to help his friend work of his frustration, to have something he was sure to have control over.
Where did that bright eyed boy go?
“She told you to sit.” Felix says simply. “Don’t be dumb, hyung.”
His tone is so cool. So matter-of-fact. Emotionless.
That’s what makes Chan pause and consider his action. Felix’s coldness, and how much he enjoys it.
Chan isn’t allowed the silk ropes. Instead you use a flimsy pair of handcuffs found in the bottom of your toy box, tightening them until he complains of pain. Laying on his stomach, his knees are placed perfectly in line with his hips, which are raised. Neither you or Felix bothered to secure his ankles — one kick and they could easily overpower the stronger man.
Was his fleeting taste of control worth it?
Your back is against the headboard, legs open. Damp core just inches from Chan’s face. If he wiggles, could he reach it? Maybe if he positions his head at the right angle, his tongue might graze it.
So close. And just out of reach.
The lube is cold. Hissing, the older man clinches, fingers flexing behind his back.
“Oh, is that cold?” Felix is condescending, using the pads of two fingers to massage the lube against his hole. “I’m sorry.”
Tears start to sparkle in his eyes, frustration and pure, feral desire ripping him to shreds from the inside out. He doesn’t want Felix to touch him — all he wants is his cock. He wants to bend you over and rail you until all you can remember is his name — he wants you to beat him until he can’t walk.
The contradiction makes him dizzy, whines falling from his plush lips as he rests on his cheek. Defeated.
There’s a soft coo from you, then warm fingers are raking his curls. Nails scratching his scalp lightly, just like he likes it. How he always asks you to touch him when he needs to relax; when the control is too overwhelming.
A token. A reminder of your care for him. Even in moments like this.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Channie?” As you speak, Felix is lining his cock with his entrance, teasing it with the tip. “To be touched?”
He rolls his head, looking up at you. It’s impossible not to cry at this point. “I-I wanted to touch you.”
Your fingers crawl from his locks, gently wiping his tears away. “Oh, baby.”
Then, he notices it. The bullet vibrator in your other hand, thumb hovering over the on button. As if timed, you click it, right as Felix roughly pushes inside Chan.
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”
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Heaven and Hell as surveillance states
@princess-spock responding to The Fiasco says:
The Metatron probably IS watching, although it can't be too close by because he's never visible through the windows… But, so what? If Aziraphale wants help, what's to prevent him from just ASKING Crowley for it? If the Metatron was able to perceive anything Aziraphale did or said at a distance, Aziraphale would be unable to eventually plot against him, so the Metatron CAN'T be that perceptive. Turned backs are sufficient to thwart lip reading, lol.
Solid observation. Let's explore it. (I mentioned I'm a privacy wonk, I think. No way am I gonna miss an opportunity to privacy-wonk at all of Tumblr!)
One thing I did while I was pondering The Final Fifteen Minutes was watch it with the sound muted and captions off. I'm not the greatest at connecting facial expressions with emotions (not neurodivergent as far as I know, just kind of clueless, this takes effort and attention for me), so I needed the lack of distraction.
I recommend this. It did help clarify things for me. And, of course, it gives an idea of the level of drama Metatron can see through the bookshop window even if he can't hear or lipread the actual words. Frankly, though, would you put a surveillance miracle (or a simple plant of what Earth humans call a "bug" in the bookshop -- he has plenty of opportunity) past the fucking Metatron? I wouldn't. But I'm not the point. Would Aziraphale think this possible? How would it impact his conduct in the Final Fifteen Minutes?
From the chinwag, Aziraphale learns that the Metatron's been hunting through Heaven's records to figure out that Crowley and Aziraphale are an item. (As I said, chilling. Just the "I've been watching you two" implication must be a real oh-fuck moment for our poor angel.) Exactly how much he knows, we don't know and Aziraphale doesn't know. It could be a lot... and it gives the Metatron a psychological advantage over Aziraphale to leave that question open, let Aziraphale imagine that the Metatron could know anything about them, or even everything.
Now, there's plenty we don't know about how Heavenly surveillance works and how extensive it is, especially on Earth. In s1, Michael rocks up to Gabriel with surveillance photos of Crowley and Aziraphale on a random park bench. But Michael's pretty incompetent with things Earthly -- she barely manages to figure out a matchbox. I wouldn't take those photos as the limit of what Heaven's or Hell's systems can do on Earth.
Saraqael, Heaven's Only Competent Angel, is pretty adept with the Realtime Big Globe, also a surveillance mechanism. She doesn't expand the archangels' view on the sceptred isle past what's needed to detect the miracle plume -- but then, at that point she believes she's shown what they need to know, why bother looking further? So we don't know how deep or detailed that globe's viewport can go! Judging from his actions in s1, Aziraphale barely knows how to make the globe work; he doesn't know either. So as far as he's concerned, it could be capable of any level of realtime surveillance at any place on Earth. Does the Metatron have an accomplice using it to keep an eye on the bookshop? (I actually don't think so -- the Gaiman-Finnemore brain trust tends to be more parsimonious than that -- but Aziraphale has little on which to base a guess. It's possible, to him.)
We do know Aziraphale and Crowley fear the possibilities. Why else would Crowley insist on doing a miracle to shield Jimbriel from recognition, practically first thing after he and Aziraphale reconcile?
We also get a pretty substantial clue that Hell's surveillance systems on Earth can hear words -- if they couldn't, why would Crowley care so much about never being called nice or kind or good? Furfur surveilling the Spider Shit Cell can hear the flies screaming, another hint.
So we know, from all this and from Muriel's full-color meeting-Zoom records, that Heaven is a surveillance state in the Bentham-panopticon, Orwell Nineteen Eighty-Four tradition, and Heaven treats Earth as a surveillance target as well. The surveillance state is even more obvious in Hell; Furfur's a cog in that wheel.
The slight twist away from Bentham and Orwell is that Heaven's surveillance systems don't seem to be monitored 24/7/365 the way Bentham's prison or Oceania's telescreens are. Instead, the Realtime Big Globe gets an occasional pinch-and-zoom, and otherwise surveillance records pile up unheeded in Muriel's office until somebody cares enough to consult them, which isn't often ("once every few hundred years" according to Muriel).
So it's intermittent, unpredictable surveillance, consultable whenever anyone cares enough. And from research on Earth humans (um, I'm going to put a CW for abuse on this post, because a fair chunk of this research involves survivors of domestic and intimate-partner abuse, also those who live in oversurveilled areas or are subject to bossware), we know that under constant or intermittent-unpredictable surveillance, people develop strict internal self-governors for their own conduct -- stricter than their surveillors expect of them, even. They often become anxious, expecting accusation or attack from any corner at any moment. Distressingly often, surveillance all by itself (no additional abuse necessary) causes clinically-significant trauma.
Does this sound like our Ineffables to you? Does to me. (It's also mirrored in Lindsay's treatment of Nina.) They know they can get away with a fair bit, because they build up a track record of doing so -- Heaven is largely indifferent and possible to trick, God is outright oblivious, and both Heaven and Hell seem to operate on a peer-to-peer surveillance model where you only get watched when somebody's trying to rat you out (see: Furfur going after Crowley in 1941). But the consequences of being successfully ratted out are dire -- Falling, in Heaven; whatever happened to Crowley at the end of the Resurrectionist minisode, in Hell.
Again, Aziraphale finds out during the chinwag that the Metatron has taken an interest in him and Crowley, enough to comb through the records. So even if the Metatron can't read lips, even if he hasn't planted a bookshop bug -- given that Heaven's a surveillance state and he knows the Metatron's out there watching and can consult Heaven's surveillance records for additional details afterwards, strict kayfabe will be Aziraphale's likeliest defensive response, and quite reasonably so.
Not least because the Metatron is by no means the typical incompetent Heaven angel. He handles himself on Earth perfectly! He's not omniscient or infallible, but he's only the tiniest bit lacking in clue! If Aziraphale's extra-cautious in the bookshop, knowing that the Metatron's involved in this mess, that's only common sense!
So I'm standing pat on Aziraphale kayfabing his poor little heart out with Crowley, for now. (As always, my metas are subject to revision and reinterpretation! I'm way too Former Litrachoor Scholar to insist on a single set-in-stone interpretation of anything ever.)
#gos2spoilers#gos2 spoilers#good omens season 2 spoilers#good omens#ineffable husbands#the fucking metatron#heaven and hell are surveillance states#the final fifteen minutes#tw abuse#cw abuse#good omens meta#heaven and hell
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There is something that has always deeply bothered me about the confession scene, and I haven't seen many people talk about it (no, this is not about how Dean should've rescued Cas or about how Dean was the homophobic version of this 🧍 emote the entire time). This opinion has been peer-reviewed by my friends who get all their supernatural information from me so I'm obviously correct.
Anyway. Cas should not have been taken by the Empty in s15e18 "Despair" and I will die on this hill.
For those of you havent watched Supernatural and only get information force-fed to you by me, the Empty is a supernatural entity that rules the afterlife where angels and demons go after they die. The Empty and Castiel have a very antagonist relationship, tracing back to at least season 13. Basically, Castiel died and annoyed the Empty into letting him come back to life.
Fast forwarding to season 14 (specifically s14e08, "Byzantium"), Jack (Castiel's adopted half-angel son) dies and the Winchesters attempt to revive him. Cas goes to Heaven to find Jack, but the Empty is looking for Jack, too. Cas attempts to trade his soul for Jack's, allowing Jack to be revived by the Winchester's spell with Castiel being taken to the Empty immediately. However, the Empty says this:
Deal. Oh, but not now. No, no, no, no, no. No, you see, I-I meant what I said. I-I want you to suffer. I want you to go back to-- to your normal life and-- and then forget about this and forget about me. And-- And then, when you finally give yourself permission to be happy and let the sun shine on your face, that's when I'll come. That's when I'll come to drag you to nothing.
When Castiel cashes in on this deal during s15e18, he tells Dean that the Empty will take him in his happiest moment, which Cas believes to be him confessing his love for Dean. Because he believes Dean will never reciprocate, this confession is Castiel's happiest moment, and he is giving himself permission to be happy when he finally tells Dean about his feelings.
But "happiest moment" isn't actually one of the conditions of the deal. Looking at the text, the Empty presents two conditions for when it will take Cas:
Cas needs to forget about this deal with the Empty
And then, Cas needs to allow himself to be happy
Like I said, the confession as it stands does fulfill the second condition. But Castiel never fulfilled the first condition of the deal. He never forgot about his deal with the Empty-- in fact, he starts his confession with an explanation of the deal he made.
Ergo, Castiel's love confession did not fulfill the terms the Empty laid out for the deal, and Castiel should not have been taken.
There is obviously a case to be made for following the letter vs spirit of the law (if you want to be really pedantic, Cas was in a windowless room with no sun to shine on his face), but it goes against the spirit of the deal for the Empty to take Cas when it did.
If you haven't seen the episode (s15e18 Despair), Dean lands a near-fatal hit on Billie (aka Death). Billie chases after Dean and Cas, and they hide out in the dungeon. Billie attempts to break down the door while Dean and Cas weigh how they can get out of this. Dean says that there is no way to stop Billie, and Cas comes up with the idea to summon the Empty (by experiencing his happiest moment, aka confessing his love); the Empty also hates Billie and would therefore snatch her up too when it took Cas.
The Empty states very explicitly that its whole purpose for the terms of the deal is that it wants Cas to suffer. Snatching Cas's happiness away from him when he thought he would be free causes Cas more suffering than the Empty taking him the minute Jack was revived. There is no suffering in Cas dying knowing that Dean a) knows how Cas feels and b) will be saved because of Cas's actions. There is, however, suffering in Cas dying without any way of saving Dean's life-- which is what would've happened if the Empty hadn't shown up.
Ergo, Cas's speech did not fulfill the terms of the Empty's deal, and even if it had, it would have been more in-character and in line with the spirit of the deal if the Empty had stayed out of it and let Dean die.
Ergo, Castiel should not have been taken by the Empty.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
#alfie#tayclown#supernatural#castiel#season 15 episode 18 despair#castiel's deal with the empty#red string era
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Oh hi! I'm the one that send the Chilhood!AU earlierr! sorry for asking an AU that already exist; but wow! You really writes it like just how i imagine! I had another AU though, maybe the dynamic of mean x more meaner couple. I would love to see Reader as a villain! Maybe purposely dragging Sephiroth to go mad, wanting to control Sephiroth but ended up having no absolutely control as Sephiroth grew more and more strong. Sephiroth is like the trophy that always managed to make Reader proud of their capabilities And i had.. quite a depth in the childhood friend AU though...... In my mind, i make Sephiroth viewed Reader as his god. After all the possibility to make Reader was created in same way as him is HUGE because you can make Reader understand Sephiroth pain and justified his monstrous action; Reader had been created just for him─ honestly it's actually just ended up with Sephiroth getting obsessed and wanting reader for himself. Maybe Sephiroth had a mindset to make both of them rule the world, as an something that picture heaven and hell, kind and evil, a angel and a demon XD
Let me show you a little dynamic that Sephiroth had with Reader in the Childhood AU i mentioned earlier, ehehe! I hope it didn't bother you! I hope you had a good day after dealing with my antic (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)... I tried my best to write it, my english is not good! So pardon me!
Cw/ worshipping, religious thingy, yandere tendencies (?)
"Silence." Sephiroth snaps, his fingers tightening their grasp around the sponge he had in his hands, making sure Reader won't move away from his grasp as he tried to wash Reader back. "I am in charge of keeping you alive, so I will take care of you. If I fail to wash you properly, what's the point of me existing?" He said, trying to make a reason and sweet talking Reader, so they will stop struggling against him. "My delicate and divine God must be kept untouched by this filthy world, protected from all dangers, and cleaned with the utmost precision. How could I let anyone else touch you? Let alone yourself!" He scolded with a gentle tone; didn't want Reader to get scared of him as he kissed Reader back assuringly. "I need you to look beautiful for my eyes only, not for the gaze of those losers, those pathetic creatures who only see you as a threat. Don't even think about moving; I need to make sure every inch of your gorgeous body is spotless. It's a blessing for me to wash your perfect physique, it was something no one else deserves. To even able to cleanse your smooth, flawless skin, those pouting lips, and those adorable cheeks of yours... Is an honor, just let me do this for you. Please. Relax and enjoy it. You are mine; no one else matters."
Oh wow, anon! This is really good! I just love the worshipping aspect~
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Thinking about Monkie Kid S4 and need to share my thoughts n’ theories on something before I explode with excitement.
Spoilers of course, so click the read more if you want to see. It ended up being A LOT.
This first part is about Azure Lion’s actions in the last three or so episodes compared to what we’ve seen with Sun Wukong.
When Azure Lion accidentally cuts the piece of the scroll Wukong’s sealed in due to PTSD flashback triggered by MK diving for the scroll piece, his immediate reaction is regret and remorse, but he tells MK that they were planning to release him once they took over heaven. An interesting and awfully convenient detail to admit after you accidentally sliced your former sworn brother’s prison in half!
Most likely he was going to release Monkey King, I think. The thing that sticks out to me is his shifting the blame to MK. If he hadn’t acted, hadn’t tried to save his teacher and friend, Wukong would be ok and Azure Lion would’ve tooootally let him go after! Because his word has been faithful to that point and he hasn’t already double-crossed, totally.
Which is also pretty damn dirty on his part. For what little he knows of MK, he hit him where it hurt with that, and poured salt on the metaphorical aggravated wounds. He then proceeds to take away the pieces and put them on his belt as some kind of messed up memento. Wukong is dear to both of them, but Azure Lion decides that he should be the one to take his tiny maybe-not grave, and MK has to see Monkey King be taken away from him for a third time.
Where this compares to Wukong’s actions is how they would’ve handled the situation. Past Monkey King would’ve shifted the blame away from himself too- because hey, everyone should’ve known what to do, not his fault! But the Monkey King we know now, whose grown and lived long enough to see all of the consequences of his past actions, would’ve taken responsibility. He would find a way to fix things and make it his sole problem to deal with. (Not a completely healthy way to go about it, but by comparison he has more self awareness)
Azure Lion has had the same amount of time as Wukong to see how his actions affect the future and affect those around him, but his takeaway is completely different. He’s been stuck on what happened to him and their brothers, how they “failed”, and doesn’t bother to think about what could happen if/when they did overthrow heaven. Revenge against his former friend and everyone in heaven has just about narrowed his focus, and thus clouded his judgement. He’s stuck in the past and in many ways stunted his own growth.
Which brings me to some bullet points.
“Sun Wukong isn’t that great either“- No, he’s 100% flawed and still reaping what he sowed over his lifetime, but he’s had growth, like a lot of growth. Taking partial/a whole lot of responsibility with MK and interacting with his friends more has helped him relearn what it means to be a part of a group, and MK has had a positive influence on him. As the lead(?) writer said on Twitter, he’s actively working on being more honest with MK, and is going to tell him everything. He wants to change and is trying to not let himself be held back from that by his past. Also he’s working on undoing everything’s he’s done that’s both directly and indirectly hurt others.
(Almost) everyone’s motivations against Monkey King- As I’ve seen several people point out, all the characters that have had a valid reason to hate Sun Wukong have shared their side of events, Wukong hasn’t. Presenting a very black and white picture on things.
(1) Macaque was scorned and abandoned, and wants his former sworn brother and best friend to feel even worse and be tortured by what he did. We know what he said happened, we saw how he saw Wukong delivering the killing blow, but we don’t see the strike connect, and he was shortly taken out of the afterlife/hell/the underworld by Lady Bone Demon. Revived to serve under her and give him a chance to get back at Monkey King- keeping his motivation going so he follows her game of chess to a T. It’s still very possible that Wukong didn’t kill him- the way he acted in Ep.9 in the first season when he sees Macaque suggests to me he thought Macaque slunk away after their fight to nurse his wounds and lay low for a loooong while. Macaque has also been pretty damn deceitful and used MK as his own pawn to secure his freedom (and also get back at Wukong.)
(2) Spider Queen wanted him to die and get him out of the way of her world domination, pretty simple revenge plot there. Dunno what else could be said for that.
(3) Lady Bone Demon was a person who sought to give mortals salvation from heaven’s actions and negligence, which twisted into wiping out everyone who walked all over those less fortunate and did not have the same privileges, and then just straight up total annihilation because everyone, at some point, would hurt others and make the world worse.
(4) Azure Lion, Golden-Winged Eagle, and Yellow Tusk Elephant. Sun Wukong’s brothers and former family. There’s a WHOLE lot there that Azure Lion is definitely leaving out on purpose (like his brothers were sealed away in the scroll to atone for their actions, but we don’t know what they did besides rebelling against heaven to earn such a punishment). He and his brothers make most of their hate about their leader turning their back on them and becoming part of the system/people that oppressed them. Valid reason to be upset and never forgive Wukong, because he either never told them what happened or he also withheld information. That said, the flashback of Wukong coming back with the JttW group is framed in a similar way to Macaque’s flashback- Monkey King comes in, there’s a fierce battle, and it ends with Wukong bearing down and hitting them with the staff. It’s even mirrored with MK’s fight against him, but we know MK was coming down to grab Monkey King and leave with his injured friends. Azure Lion could only see Wukong coming back to hurt him, and lashed out in the worst possible way, leading to destroying his friend and unable to take the blame.
The implications of Azure Lion taking the Jade Emperor down and becoming the new ruler of the Celestial Realm- Azure Lion and his brothers succeed at the current end of season 4, and he asserts himself as the new ruler. When he does, reality between all of the realms nearly tears itself apart, and we see Macaque, Nehza, and MK feel the effects of the sudden power shift. What that implies could possibly means their individual powers are affected, orrrr since they’re all celestial beings, their souls are linked to the Celestial Realm and they have some kind of sixth sense that alerts them to these changes. Now that Azure Lion has control and all of the powers of the Emperor, he might just attempt a total party wipe like Lady Bone Demon tried to do. Most definitely going to try to manipulate and take advantage of MK’s slew of commplicated feelings with his true origins, and what Monkey King has done to MK in the time they’ve known each other.
Now for theories/guessing what’ll happen in the S4 special.
Wukong tells MK very early on that his body can’t handle him overexerting his powers, and now that everything is on the line, again, and he’s lost Wukong, again, he may just tear himself apart to set everything right, and sacrifice himself so his friends survive and Monkey King can come back. We can see it happening now, after fighting his literal demons and intrusive thoughts personified, and triggering his transformation from a mortal to the celestial monkey he’s (possibly) always been. I’ll say along with that he might be having a hard time adjusting because he’s been away so long- from Monkey King, from Flower Fruit Mountain, his birthplace- and even though the staff unlocked most of it, his powers have laid dormant for a very long time, and he’s had a short time to train plus very little time to adjust having so much back all at once. Like a muscle that’s atrophied, he’s got to build it back up.
One of MK’s flaws is his tendency for self sacrificing, and while he does think of what’s important for his wellbeing, he still puts others before him, to his detriment. Carrying the trauma from everything that’s happened over the past year, he may feel that giving up his powers or his own life is what he has to do to set everything right and atone for the accidents he caused.
Azure Lion has literally gone godmode, and there’s not gonna be much he and his brothers can do to make up for taking it too far. It’s also very muddy, some morally grey areas, super emotionally charged. Also didn’t know where else to fit this but damn was he selfish for taking Wukong’s broken pieces away and threatening to break them even more if MK tried to fight him again. Like dude, wow.
MK won’t be alone, but he’s going to be facing a hard choice to make. If Azure Lion & co. walk away, he may just attempt everything again, and then they’re all gonna be living under the fear of brutal revenge for undoing someone’s very big mistake that they feel they had every right to do; Monkie Kid team doesn’t stop the cycle, and Azure Lion can continue to be willfully ignorant
Putting them all back in the scroll is a temporary solution and would be a little antithetical to everything our heroes have done so far. A punishment sure, but that also continues the cycle, and very little is learned. No matter what, Azure Lion will have to be kept from perpetuating the cycle of hurt and I don’t think they’re going to nuke him out of existence a la LBD. That would also not line up with everything they’ve done.
I sincerely hope we do see Monkey King bounce back like he did in the final fight against LBD, though there’s the chance if S5 happens, it’ll be the quest to restore Monkey King and MK has to figure things out on his own/with the assistance of a slightly calmer but still rogue Macaque. Angst, solving mysteries, and bonding galore! (but really Flying Bark, I will not be able to handle that. I want my cheesy but still very good resolution of Wukong coming back at the end and further paving the way for him and MK to bond and discover why he was created, and by who. I want to see these two catch a break and be happy! And grow as a family!)
#lego monkie kid#season 4 spoilers#spoilers#sun wukong#azure lion#monkie kid#long ass post but I am still riding the high of season 4 and gotta put my thoughts somewhere#I apologize to everyone who follows me jsut for art
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Hello. I’ve come to bother you again. Multiple questions bear with me. First, what do Seraphim do, like what’s their job? Follow up, if Sera is the only Seraphim to last since Eden what’s her job and why is no one upset that she seems really bad at it considering how many angels Fall in this AU? Is Maria a Roo/Root of all evil mysterious equivalent? 
This got real long real fast.
The seraphim still stand the ones who 'talk' to God and are a heavy political power in heaven. They also try to be a positive figure but only Emily has ever been good at that.
Sera is the only angel to stand on equal footing to Micheal, while she sucks at her job every other seraphim is either Emily or just a mess and every mass falling has been tied to someone else fucking around the finding out.
Sera is good leader on the face of things and that's what ultimately matters when the only other option for a seraphim leader is Emily.
Maria was never the best at the whole Seraphim thing, Sera never talked about how she hadn't heard from God so Maria assumed it was just a her problem.
Maria isn't Roo but Roo definitely influenced her. She got obsessed with finding out how to create life and finding out whether God was alive or not, courtesy of Roo implying that he might have perished millenia ago.
She started making creatures out of mutilated souls and went on a killing spree that got blamed on the toy maker because she was the toy maker, heaven just didn't know that yet.
Not long after that she disappeared into hell and started building power in the hopes of creating organic life.
This will eventually work with Seven being born, they were named seven because it took 7 tries once Maria had put together how to actually create life.
This is what will finally make heaven intervene with the toy maker and Sera will end up killing Maria but all too late because Seven was a little too much like their creator to go out without a bang.
With Roo, what makes her so strong is her ability to control the bad things, she was heaven's, and God's, first enemy. The metaphorical boogie man and she created and influenced many monsters.
Most importantly, she gave Lilith and later humanity the ability to become and even create monsters. Not in the sense that Maria could, but given enough negative emotion and evil actions monsters can come to life.
For a human, if they suck enough they'll just become monsters. That's why even if a sinner is redeemed they're still clearly a sinner. They really did fuck up their one chance and it'll follow them no matter if they get better or not.
Hybrids are a great show of this, Velvette is a shit person and her demonic traits are much more noticeable when she shifts to her unbound form. Charlie is more Eldritch by every sense of the word but much like angels people get a sense that despite how odd she is, she's kind.
Magic is greatly affected by the actions of the user, both Velvette's and Charlie's magic are grand but Velvette's is made to hurt and change people. Charlie is plenty strong on the offensive side but healing magic is what she's best at. Fighting wise she fast and can tear people apart but the only magic she can use that can hurt people is fire.
Another important thing is that everyone in hell encompasses one of the 7 deadly sins but who it shows is different. Velvette sees herself on a podium above most people, same as Lucifer. But Charlie's pride is more pointed towards protecting what she sees as hers.
The seven deadly sins all tied back to being willing to disregard people for self benefit one way or another. Whether it's greed making you ignore people's well-being or wraith making you hate something so much that it doesn't matter who you hurt, you will come out on top.
That's my main gripe with Vizipop's take on the 7 deadly sins, they're all about pushing other people aside for personal wants. Ozzie being all about consent or Beezabub being against overindulgence is inherently against what the 7 deadly sins are all about.
Lust isn't necessarily sexual but it is wanting someone so bad that you don't care if it's in a hurtful manner. Mammon is such a good character for the sins because he is willing to abuse others and ignore the well-being of his fellow person.
Emily fell because she refused to back down on her stance on heaven needing to change, she fell because she put aside what ultimately was better for heaven for what was better for humans period. She still overlooked plenty of people and refused to be wrong. Her sin was anything technically bad but she still fell because she was willing to overlook people for her goal.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel rewrite#rewrite au#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel velvette#emily hazbin hotel#sera hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel oc#i was rewatching the boss designs of bloodborn and TB skyen does something to my writing style#roo hazbin hotel
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Phone working now!! :D already wrote this out in Notes so I just stuck with this, but sidenote: if you do a fourth part of the ask event (you don’t gotta if you don’t wanna) then may I suggest an ask event about the familiars? I ❤️ tboi familiars.
Hiiiiii technically it was against the rules of the event (the familiars weren’t mentioned in the characters available) BUT I’m still gonna talk about some Lore and uuuuuh it’s not going to be pretty. Sorry. Warning for implied child abuse and neglect and abandonment I guess?
Okay so. I’d be lying if I said I thought about the tboi familiars. My AU doesn’t take place in the Basement, so I guess the closest thing they can be here is baby demons. You can learn more about demons (here), but as far as children go, I haven’t really thought about how demons are born and grow up. I guess it depends on the demon? There’s an insane amount of variety in Hell, and this doesn’t even take into consideration humans-turned-demons.
Sooooo baby demons right? I’m sorry to say there’s no nursery in Hell. Or caretakers. Or anything.
Children are seen as a liability at worst and as an asset at best. Unions between demons are never out of love, and two demons ending up together is usually a matter of convenience, or to secure an alliance. Any children resulting from these types of unions are usually a bargaining tool, new soldiers for Satan’s army, or just discarded completely. Or even eaten. I’m sure that happens too, it’s hell after all. Demons in general are horrible parents, and it’s not uncommon for baby demons to be completely abandoned, even right after birth. If they’re not found in time by Big Horn, they usually die, or worse, they can be brought to Satan.
The only other one who values children is ironically Satan himself, as he sees kids as a way to grow his personal army to eventually take down God. Some demons looking for his favour might offer their children to him, but to say he actually cares about them would be a stretch. Satan basically turns them into soldiers the moment they’re able to stand and fight.
Not every demon gives away their children to Satan tho, since most demons and fallen angels fucking hate the guy. Semjaza himself has been devising a way to take him down and rule hell in his place, but that doesn’t really involve children since he can’t stand them. The usual course of action for a demon mom is to leave her children somewhere after birth and never think about them again. Sorry :(
Big Horn is the only one in Hell who actually cares for children for the sake of children, and when he’s not working as a spy for Heaven, he spends his time combing through Hell to look for discarded babies and give them a home. He has a couple of safe spots where he can leave the kids, but he usually keeps them on his person at all times, to protect them better. Leaving them alone for any amount of time can be extremely dangerous, and since Big Horn is a very big guy, nobody comes close enough to him to bother or notice he’s hiding a secret stash of kids. BUT he’s not the biggest guy around, and if Satan found out he’s been keeping children from him, he’s gonna rip the guy in half himself.
But wait! I hear you cry, What about Lilith? She must love children, right? Why doesn’t she help? Well…….. Lilith does love children! That much is true but, she hates Hell and everything in it, so she got out of there the first chance she got. (You can read her backstory here). Incubus is not one of her children (I don’t even know if she had any while she was under Satan) he’s just a lesser demon who latched onto her and they became friends. (You can read about him here).
Ough man, this got way longer than I thought skdjshgsdfkjh Sorryyyyy I know it was just a simple question but It was another great opportunity to loredump, and I never pass up on those. Have some babies as compensation
#sorry if this was a bit of a bummer :(#but hey hell is hell it suuuuucks#reincarnation au (working title)#tboi reincarnation#tboi#binding of isaac#the binding of isaac#tboi au#pillart#tboi fanart
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I wrote you a silly little thing *kisses*
Now with an audio version narrated by silly little me
If there was one thing Robert Gadling prided himself on it was his stalwart patronage to positivity. When others fell at the first hurdle he was there with an encouraging word, a pat on the shoulder or some sage advice to offer the crestfallen. In his 600 years of immortal living, he had learnt the importance of keeping a positive mental attitude and had trained himself over the years to have it in spades.
So, when the opportunity to guest lecture at Glasgow Caledonian University had come up, he’d jumped at the chance. As with all things in the administrative nightmare that was academia, the request had come in at the last possible moment. Sure; there was little time to prepare, but if he caught the 6.07am train from Kings Cross the next morning, he’d have enough time to write up notes on the journey, sightsee, sample some shortbread and be there in time to lecture at 2pm. Perfect.
The first snag to his unbreakably resolve came when the 6.07 was delayed, then delayed some more and then cancelled altogether due to Industrial Action. No bother. At least the flashing digital sign had been kind enough to Apologise for the Inconvenience. Hob would just catch the next train and he’d still manage to arrive on time. He might need to forgo the sightseeing, but that was no big issue; he was there in a work capacity after all!
By the time he managed to squeeze himself onto the 7.37 train, crammed with the usual businessmen, arty types and teenagers taking up all the available space in the gangway he was, not angry of course (not angry at all!) but maybe a little frustrated. Tea! That would solve this transient mood. A nice cup of tea from the train trolley and shortbread too! Or a Tunnock’s teacake. He’d heard those were good. Cradling his laptop bag between his knees and leaning back into the cold, scratchy headrest of his seat, Hob sighed and waited patiently for the intercom to announce when the trolley service would be available.
The announcement never came. To top that off, the only available seat he’d managed to commandeer was next to the train toilet. If the acrid smell omitting from it was anything to go by, Hob was pretty sure it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. For the next 5 hours Hob sat in stoic silence trying to conjure up images of summer meadows and soothing oceans. The kind of meditative scenes the narrator of his mindfulness app would have been describing if he hadn’t forgotten to grab his headphones from the nightstand in his dash to leave the house at 5am.
By the time the train rolled into Glasgow Queens Street station at 13.01 Hob was thirsty, starving, sore and, again, not angry per se but a tad more irritated. Just a tad. He had 59 minutes to find his way through a city he didn’t know and then everything would be alright. He hadn’t had the emotional or mental fortitude to write up any notes on the journey, but he could wing it. He knew the plotted history of iconoclasm at Dunfermline Abbey like the back of his hand and if he forgot a few key details here and there; well. Wasn’t that what further reading was for?
Heading out into the blustering afternoon of a Scottish autumn, the heaven’s opened in a torrential downpour. Okay; his umbrella had decided to take this opportune moment to collapse in on itself rendering it completely useless but what kind of Englishman would he be if he couldn’t cope with a bit of rain? And sure; the gale force wind was certainly a bracing addition to the climatic package, but it was part of the experience! Glasgow! Scotland’s second city! Full of gorgeous Georgian architecture, braw weans, culture, poetry; those Tunnock’s teacakes he’d heard so much about!
Glasgow; In…November. In the middle of a recession. With 1.5 million dour Scots bracing themselves against the nip of the wind and casting their eyes downwards with scowls of discontent. Glasgow: its rain smeared stone streets the colour of pigeon shit; the rubbish piled high in the streets after another industrial strike from its hardworking bin men. Hob’s ever-present positivity stuttered in a string of expletives. “Jesus fucking Christ on a cross!”, he muttered, wishing he still smoked and seriously contemplating buying a pack, just to have one. He’d blend in more with the thick plumes rising from half a dozen mouths in his general vicinity. But no. Onwards and upwards! All he had to do was find the underground station and he’d be inside the warmth of a lecture theatre in no time.
After 20 painstaking minutes of wondering the rain soaked streets, Hob finally found the entrance to the underground labyrinth and descended the cold stones steps; expertly placating the drunken ramblings of a minotaur or two. As long as he managed to get on the underground train in like… 2 minutes or so he might just about make the lecture by the skin of his teeth. As he spotted the ticket machine and made his way towards it, he felt the warm glow of achievement and felt safe in the knowledge that positivity would always win out.
“Machines broke. You’ll hof tae pay wi’ cash.” Hob eyes jolted up to find the owner of the brusque voice leering over him like a demon from Dante’s 7th circle of Hell.
“I’m sorry?” Hob replied, staring into the beasts, humourless eyes.
“If you’re no gonnae pay wi’ cash you’re gonnae hof tae find a cash machine.” Hob may have traversed the wild lands of British vernacular for centuries, but this accent was; well. This accent was something else.
Glancing defeatedly at his watch which now read 13.49, Hob finally surrendered to the bleak wave of despondency that broke over his last speck of resolve and went to find a quiet corner to curl up and die in.
Every part of his being was a sodden mess. His shoes felt like wet cardboard and made a gratingly comical squelch with every step he took. It had become ridiculously apparent that he would need to phone the University to explain the situation and even if they were willing to accept that he would be 45 minutes late, he didn’t want to let the students down like that. It was the bloody principle of the thing! Then, with a luminescent frisson of ingenuity Hob realised he had one last ditch attempt to make.
“Dream!” He whispered into the cold expanse of stone amid the distant rumbling of trains gliding through the underworld of the city. “I need you to…do the thing with the sand! The teleportation thing!” No response. Hob let out a resounding, desperate sigh and tried again. “Morpheus, Oneiros! Love, please! I need you to…”
“Hob?” Dream, appearing suddenly like a cool gust of pearlescent light, looked down on Hob curiously then veered around slowly to take in his surroundings. “Why are you crouching in St Enoch’s station in Glasgow?”
“Because I’m guest lecturing a class at…. look!” Hob fumbled, rising to greet his perplexed Husband who had all the countenance of a bemused but rather lovely looking deer. “Can you take me to Glasgow Caledonian University now please? Room 515? I have exactly three minutes to enter a lecture theatre and be a spectacular guest speaker and inspiring pedagogue!”
Dream huffed and raised an immaculate eyebrow in his direction. “You are…wet.”
“Yes Dream, it’s called rain. Will you please help your poor, sodden Husband do his job?!”
With the last remaining minutes ticking by, Dream moved delicately towards him and placed strong arms around his waist. With a soft little smile, that spoke in a complex tapestry of fondness, love and princely amusement, Dream lifted a deft hand and sprinkled motes of star-blushed sand which coiled, fluid and flush across their bodies. In a mesmeric instant they had alighted at Room 515; their silent journey reaching the attentions of no one. To top it all, Hob found his clothes had miraculously dried in the process. Funny that.
“Thank you, love.” Hob said breathlessly, placing a kiss to the corner of Dream’s perfect lips then checking his watch. “One minute to spare! You are a marvel, you are exulted! I’ll make it up to you; promise!”
“You had better,” Dream replied, a cavalier expression forming in the upturn of his lips. “I expect a boon to be paid in kind.”
“Yes, anything you want, Dove!” Hob replied absently, making for the door handle before turning around for a brief moment. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, my Husband. Although, I sense you will not need it.”
As Hob entered a Scottish lecture hall at exactly 2pm on a rainy Tuesday and was greeted by a room filled with bright, enthusiastic, and inquisitive faces he remembered an important lesson of his own.
There is nothing more positive a thing you can do than ask for help when you need it.
#dreamling fic#dream x hob#dream/hob gadling#dream/hob#the sandman fanfic#the sandman fic#hob goes to Glasgow and he gets wet#hob gadling#dream of the endless#podfic#storytelling#audio#SoundCloud
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