#Weeping Angel Au

[decentsoupperson]

Weeping Angel Au

What will the gangs reaction be to finding Adam in the valley? And that he can't really do more than cry?

I think Charlie would feel bad and try to help him.

The gangs reaction would be like discovering a new part of your house that you didn't even know existed.

Adam can do other things than cry, he can wail, he can scream and sometimes he even goes silent sometimes.

Charlie would try to help him. But, have you ever seen a scene in a TV show or movie where a character is trapped in something with many other things and when they're friends try to get them out, the things block thier way? It's like that.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have been busy lately, but that will never stop me from creating ideas of angst.

So, I got a request.

In hell, I'd imagine there'd be this section of it, hidden away, of course, where weeping angels roam. What if Adam became one of those weeping angels, and one day, some people have to go get fat nuggets since he chewed off his leash. (I'd imagine the weeping angels section of hell would look like a valley with weeping angels literally crying a river. They cry so much that there's a river.)

When some of the crew go there to find fat nuggets, they see someone like Adam that's crying over everyone leaving him. It is Adam. They try to talk to him but he screeches when anyone gets close. No happy ending here, bro.

NOOOOOOOOOO THE ANGST IT'S TOO GOOD!!!!

That's really sad. Oh, what if the only way to cure a weeping Angel is to fix the reason they are crying in the first place?

But they are crying so much they can't even tell you.

Can they be taken out of the Valley of the Weeping Angels? Because I could see them not wanting to leave Adam there.

Damn it I want a happy ending! Lol

[notjaydair]

Detective Ruin AU doodles cause i CANNOT stop thinking about these two.

[malika-r]

The last one🥺 I hope you like it❤❤❤

"Listen to Me" is finished but... stay tuned👀

[aisharain]

Maaaaan I suck at drawing backgrounds. But here - Gargoyle! Techno and Weeping angel! Dream. One day I'll write a fanfiction about them. One day.

And I'll put a few of my draft notes here just below to infect you with my manicness about these two as well…

Weeping Angels - A race shaped like living statues that can only move when not being looked at. Solitary predators, they feed on the life energy of humans, killing those that fall into their hands. Upon learning of the stare condition, humans began to gather in huge groups to exterminate them, shattering one by one. Those that were kept alive were either used for experiments, or chained and placed on rooftops as cruel decorations that remained there until they died of starvation.

Gargoyles - created by black magic during the witch persecution, they served as protectors for their masters until they were wiped out. With no need for food, they hid on the roofs of churches, spending centuries sleeping, indifferent to anything that passed beneath them. Some fell so deeply asleep that when the churches collapsed, they crumbled with them without waking up. No one knows how many of them are really left, because it's impossible to tell the difference between a gargoyle and a statue unless one is awake.

The idea is that Dream, as one of the last weeping angels was placed on the roof of the largest church, right above the entrance, with his feet cast in concrete so he couldn't move. So many people had gathered in the square during his move that all their noise had awakened Techno, a sleeping gargoyle on one ledge of the roof. After a while, he spread his wings and fished for humans for the angel so he wouldn't starve to death.

Well, as you've figured out, my favorite murderous cuties are in action, ready to devour their victims once again. I think I'll have a whole compilation of ideas with Dream and Techno as monsters soon… (～￣▽￣)～ (And I'm not sorry at all)

[sevenofboop]

It’s Wednesday my dudes.

Doctor!Wolf and Wednesday: Don’t Blink. If you ever wondered who would win in a showdown a weeping angel or Wednesday? The answer is always Wednesday.

[fanofstuff01]

So, an awesome gal aka @decentsoupperson asked me if I wanted to write an Adamsapple oneshot/fic for her Weeping Angels AU, we’ve came up with a few ideas and I couldn’t decide which one it should be.

And whenever I can’t decide something, I ask my fellow sinners.

If you don’t know about the AU, try looking for the little oneshot in her profile, and I really recommend you it because it was so good.

I’ll try to summarize it best I can here too.

So Adam falls as usual Adamsapple, and gets called by a valley where sinners and fallen angels (but mostly fallen angels) who were consumed by their grief and depression go to weep.

You get more trapped there the more you cry, and after a certain point you lose the ability to even dare leave or be saved.

The valley also loves its souls.

Okay now the options:

A: Backstory of the valley (Possibly titled “The First One to Grieve”)

B: Someone in the Hotel possibly finding out about the valley (Need a title)

C: Adam being called back to the valley after being rescued (Need a title)

D: Adam trying to bring someone with him back to the valley they belong. (Need a title)

So,

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[therain-lover]

Do not blink. Do not think to hard. Do not wake up (wake up). You do not know what you are, (you have forgotten) you do not want to know. (Keep dreaming)

More design notes v

Very cagey about showing skin (he may or may not remember what his face looks like…), which could feasibly be described as porcelain or paper-like. His fingertips are permanently stained with redstone.

Bdubs swears the angel features are new… but as far as anyone can really remember, he’s always looked like that. 👀

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[vivianquill]

Etho couldn't have been more relieved and frustrated when the end of session was called.

At first, he'd thought that his task would be easy. Well. Not easy, but certainly doable, especially by him. If there was ever a good time to be an enderman hybrid, it was now. Etho would be able to feel the eyes on him, even if he wasn't able to see them.

The problem started when Tango and Skizz came by to ask to use his crafting table. At first he just thought it was the weight of their eyes on him-- the way his body felt heavier-- but as the session progressed, so did his affliction.

"Hi Etho." Gem's voice made him spin about, though it wasn't quite as fast as he normally would have, "Can I buy your door?"

Etho first noticed the tingling in his feet when he was helping Joel and Bdubs with their double zombie spawner. After it was all dug out, Etho found himself pinned between the gazes of the two men, unable to move, unable to leave the spawner box, the water gently lapping at his boots.

"Just keep doing what you're doing." Etho tried, attempting to difuse the situation so Joel would look away.

"I'm trying to Effo, but you're in the way--" Joel nudged him aside, placing the last few blocks.

Etho had to block Joel's line of sight, then Bdub's to make it so he could move again-- His feet had pins and needles after that whole ordeal, once he'd finally managed to dig into the wall and up and out. It was like-- the longer someone looked at him, instead of getting that anxious paranoid ender itch like he normally did, it felt like his feet had been too heavy to move. Like he'd been glued to the spot.

Maybe he should tell Grian about it. This was supposed to be a death game, but the lore wasn't supposed to go so awry. The secret keeper was just a silly little statue-- some set dressing for the drama, it was even hollow inside! Not-- surely it was just his imagination. The dumb statue didn't hold any power. He didn't need to worry Grian with this--

Etho resolved to just ignore it.

Surely it would go away the moment he handed in his task. It wasn't a problem that the longer someone was looking at him, the heavier his body seemed to get, and the more the numbness started to creep in.

It'd started with his feet, slowly turning them to stone in his boots, then it crept it's way up his legs. It was taking longer for the feeling to return, each time he was out of sight.

Nothing to be alarmed about. Just a little bit of casual petrification.

Every person on the server was his own personal Medusa, only able to turn Etho to stone.

It went faster the more people were looking at him, too.

After the incident with the heart foundation and rigging the vote, Etho found himself stuck on the bridge-- Grian and Tango and Skizz and Bdubs were all looking at him-- the stone had managed to get up to his waist, that time. It'd started on his fingertips too, clutched around the reigns of his skeleton horse.

It was terrifying, to look down at your own tingling fingers and realize the off-gray color slowly seeping away had been his own flesh.

He was glad the horse was already (un)dead, because with Etho's predicament, he surely would have crushed a flesh and blood one.

Pearl nabbing him with her book was the worst thing that could have happened. Thankfully he'd had that invisibility potion, but unfortunately, he'd only had one. Etho hated the taste of it-- sour and metallic, the bitter aftertaste tempting him to chase it down with some milk. But the freedom from the stone was worth the nastiness. Even if it had only been for a short while.

It had been like his own personal hell--- Everyone staring at him, the book burning a hole in his pocket, the dread about what might happen if the stone reached his heart--

The clumsy way he'd had to stumble up the ladder to Joel's tower, hands and legs shaking and weak. Thankfully he was able to get up and out of line of sight, and Grian had his task figured out, so he took a short breather up on the tower, shaking the feeling back into his limbs before downing a slow falling potion in one shot, the musty bubblegum flavor coating his mouth.

Whatever happened, it would only take two minutes. The session would be over and he could press the button and this would all be over.

He'd failed.

At least, he failed giving Pearl back her book. He'd succeeded his own task.

But-- those last few minutes before he pushed the button.

Etho didn't want to admit it, but he would probably have nightmares about those minutes. The stone had been so quick to take him, with all of the eyes on him--

As his arms locked up and the cold numb started to spread up his shoulders to his neck, no one noticed the growing discoloration until it was too late.

"Grian--" Etho managed to choke out, tipping his head back in an effort to keep his head above water-- but it wasn't water.

The last thing Etho saw before the stone overtook him was Tango's panicked face, and Grian turning around to see what the trouble was.

It was like dying.

He was suffocating, like he'd been buried alive in sand, but he couldn't move. It was freezing in powdered snow. It was choking on nothing in the void.

But the damage ticks never came. He couldn't feel the pain of it, even though he wanted nothing more than to gag on the stone filling him up solid like a statue. Like the weeping angel the task had turned him into.

Etho couldn't tell what was going on around him, other than the feeling of eyes on his stone skin, and the gentle brush of someone checking his code. That had to be Grian, surely.

Grian would be able to fix him.

Etho had no idea how long he was stuck as a statue, but the only thing he could see was the symbol of the secret keeper, burnt into his vision like looking at the sun too long.

The only sound was the whispers. Etho couldn't understand the words, but he knew the voices were laughing at him.

He couldn't breathe, and the only taste in his mouth was of the cold stone filling it completely.

But he could feel, and that was even more terrifying. Every touch, every warm hand on his stone skin felt like it was lava. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. Etho couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he was helpless. Logically he knew the others would keep him safe, would keep the mobs away if it turned to night-- but some part of him, or the voices hissing secrets and lies into his ears made him doubt.

What if he could never turn back?

What if-- even after everyone stopped looking-- the stone never receded? What if this was permanent? What if the glitch-- surely it had to be a glitch-- carried over to Hermitcraft? Or the vault hunters world?

What if they didn't figure out his task and have everyone look away? Grian knew, and Lizzie suspected, at least, but what if they didn't say anything?

What if he would be smothered by their sight, kept frozen forever by ignorance?

What if--

Etho retched, falling over as the stone finally let him go all at once. He found himself slumped against someone-- Bdubs? No, a glance told him it was Scott.

Another glance had Grian standing in front of him, eyes on his admin screens instead of Etho. Martyn was right next to Grian, eyes on the code scrolling by. It was his own code, Etho recognized it. The rest of the secret life crew was gathered in a little huddle by the secret keeper, none of them looking at him.

"Nobody look at Etho yet." Grian called over his shoulder, "Not until I'm sure I've got the glitch."

Etho just continued to retch, spitting out broken bits of stone. His whole body shuddered, his legs giving out for good as his stomach rebelled. It would have dropped him to the ground if Scott wasn't holding onto him. Etho was on his knees, throwing up bloody gravel and whatever was left of his last meal. He was trembling so hard it almost felt like someone was staring him right in the eyes, fine dust drifting down onto the grass, almost like snow. The dust was from him-- he was absolutely coated in the stuff, and so was Scott now.

Scott's touch still felt like lava, everything felt like it was burning, even the gentle breeze caressing his bare skin. It was too much. Even the pressure of the ground was too much, but at least it didn't burn--He shoved away from Scott, not bothering to try and stay upright.

"Off--" Etho rasped, his voice sounding like stones grinding against each other, "Don't-- no touch--"

Scott put his hands up, gaze still carefully averted as he stepped over to Grian and Martyn. Scott and Grian were experienced admins, but Martyn? Etho almost didn't care that they were combing through his code, he was too busy coughing up more dust and gravel, curled on his side. Everything hurt-- even the normally soft grass he was laying on felt like razors pressing against his cheek.

He could still see the secret keeper's symbol, every time he blinked.

"Etho, you know that anyone who finds a glitch needs to call pause so it can be dealt with." Grian huffed, relief and frustration coating his words. It was more relief, though, "Why didn't you say anything when you first noticed this?"

"It wasn't a big deal at first." Etho rasped, lying, "Just pins and needles in my feet. I thought it was from standing so long in one place. By the time I figured out what was going on-- It was too quick to try and call a pause--"

"Next time, at least mention something. I'd rather you fail your task than get glitched."

Etho let out a breath, still shaking from adrenaline and the cold of being locked in stone.

[the-immortal-redshirt]

The Angel: After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

Read it on AO3

Chapter 19: Physician, Heal Thyself

Clara stumbled in through the open bay doors, at the end of her strength. She cursed her still-weakened muscles. With a grunt and a fair amount of exertion, she slammed a button on the wall and the airlocks shrieked and closed. “Help! I need help in here!”

The bulkhead doors to the ship opened with a groan. Martha and Malonyo dashed in, concern written across their features. 

Clara struggled to keep the Doctor upright. She balanced his dead weight on her shoulders, hardly able to stand against the ship's gravity. Bits of soot and dried blood speckled the floor with every movement. The stone was more red than grey. "Help him," she panted. "Help him."

Malonyo rushed over and supported the other side of the Doctor with his good arm. Clara sighed, grateful for the relief. Martha whizzed around with a small whirring device in her hands. The fact that she hadn't said a word made Clara worry more than anything. 

"How bad is it, Martha?" Clara asked, afraid of her answer.

Martha met her eyes. "I don't know," she replied. Her voice was professional, but Clara could sense an undercurrent of worry present there. "I can't examine him in this state. I need him unfrozen." 

Clara nodded. "Well, let's get going then."

A/N: I can't believe that I started this story when I was 16 years old and now I am almost 26. I have finished college and went on to become a biologist, which I love. Life had had its changes for me, but I never forgot about The Angel. I've wanted to finish it for years, but never could figure out how to tie it up neatly. I now have the entire rest of the story carefully plotted out in sharp detail, so hopefully I will finish this, if anybody is still interested. I know that I've said that before, but now I am on new anti-depression meds. I have felt more clear and motivated in the past month than in years. If you still follow this story, please enjoy the latest chapter- with more to come as soon as I can churn them out. Love y'all, and don't forget to review!

[decentsoupperson]

Weeping Angels au

The Valley

Adam woke up in a puddle of mud, trash, and other stuff that smelled like shit. He turned over onto his back to get a decent look at his surroundings. When he looked up, he saw the red sky with smoke in the air and heard the loud music from the city below the hill he was on. He turned his head to the right and saw the now new and improved Hazbin Hotel with all its bright lights and beautiful decor.

Adam:Are you kidding me? They should be dead!

Adam pushed himself to his feet.

Adam: Those fuckers shouldn't have lived!

Adam took a good look at where he actually was after his small rant. He flipped the bird at the hotel before stomping off down the hill.

When Adam got to the complete bottom of the hill, he heard crying. A lot of it. The crying seemed to be coming from a deep valley with no color, and it looked almost white.

Adam: Hey! Are you alright?!

The crying became louder.

Adam began walking towards the noise.

Adam: Hey! Hey! Are you okay? *murmur* why the hell am I even asking?

Adam began running towards the crying, and the closer he got, he began to hear more and more crying. It began to sound like a lot of people were crying hysterically. Adam kept going against his better judgment, and as he got closer, he began to feel sad. Sad over Lucifer's betrayal. Sad over him dying, and even sad over small things like someone got the last donut in the shop.

He began to slow his steps and eventually fell to his knees. When he fell, every bad thing that had happened to him over 10,000 years came running back to him all at once. He began to weep and wail at the top of his lungs. He didn't even see his body changing to be in uniform with his new friends as he did nothing but wept.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Weeping Angels au

Adam would start out as a normal sinner, but as he goes further into the valley, his colors fade, and he slowly becomes a weeping angel. Ye

Poor guy.

He's probably there weeping for a.long while before anyone he knows comes across him.

[sonasnowdrop]

ULTIMATE RIZZ

Bonus

[malika-r]

Hi guys! Thank you so much for your apreciate at my little work! Now, the second page, for you❤

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

Who gets a new Ref? Veil gets a new ref! Honestly I wasn't happy at all with it's last reference sheet and finally got around to making them a proper one