#angel's concepts✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[fallenangelbunny]

sitting on daddy's lap while playing video games, trying not to lose focus as he starts groping my tits and playing with them, telling me how pretty they are. one of his hands moves under my skirt, telling me how cute i am for getting wet just from having my tits played with while he rubs my clit through my panties...

[lunaidol]

tags.

holy moly

[sumeruin]

i’m going to sleep i don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. y’all i am not a radfem or terf i just don’t like getting sexually harassed by random men on the internet 😭

[heartfeltcherie]

I'm here for Alastor and Lucifer meeting a sinner who is in personality like Aurora 🥺

aurora is my favourite disney princess so this was so fun and exciting to write <33 (unless you didn’t mean that kind of concept then… completely disregard this lol)

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lucifer;

it must have been one of his lucky days (which he counts a lot, since he doesn’t have many of them) when lucifer crossed paths with you. and he was sure the pupils in his eyes had taken the form of hearts because “oh my golly, you’re so beautiful.” and he doesn’t realize he’s said that out loud until he hears the most angelic giggle (which is odd, beings as you’re in hell) paired with a soft spoken voice. “oh, thank you. you’re too kind”

how you ended up in hell, let alone the pride ring, absolutely baffled him. you’re too sweet, and kind, and gentle to be down here amongst these other sinners who left their manners back in their past life.

upon meeting you, he wonders if he’s got a chance with you. your relationship flashes in his mind of him making you laugh with his terrible jokes and him showing you his entire collection of rubber ducks (he’s sure to go home and make a new one, inspired by you, of course).

he melts when he sees how good you are with razzle, dazzle, and keekee — he swears he’s never met someone so amazing with animals before. and the way you’re so kind to his daughter and her friends makes him think that he’s found the one… which is a lot, since he lost lilith so long ago.

he takes you back to his house and puts on a show for you both to watch (some old timey film that you suggested).

he tells you to make yourself comfortable and he feels his heart leap when you lay down and put your head on his lap.

“sorry, is this too much? i can move-”

“no! no, you’re perfect right there- uhm. you don’t need to move, i-it’s pretty cozy”

“hehe okay :)”

it doesn’t take long before lucifer realizes he’s the only one watching the film while you’re fast asleep in the comfort of his lap. he looks down at you all soft and chuckles to himself.

“yup. this is definitely a sign”

alastor;

he’s very… confused, when he first meets you. tilting his head with that same smile he usually has on his face, leaving everyone to wonder what he’s truly thinking… and it’s about you.

he feels it’s a mistake. a dumb mistake made by those things that have the audacity to call themselves “angels”. you’re too perfect, and good to be in a place like this. you deserve to be in a place filled with greenery and soft shades of pinks and lavenders, not in the fiery depths of hell.

you’re shy. and he takes notice of this right away, using it for his own personal advantage; enjoying the way you stumble over your words and nervously fidget with your hands as he asks you “cat got your tongue, my dear?”

“it’s not everyday you come face-to-face with a powerful overlord”

he doesn’t know what or how he feels about you, but there’s a feeling stirring down inside of him. something perhaps like… adoration? no, it couldn’t be. he never feels that way towards anyone.

but you’ve got this softness that surrounds your whole being that he can’t shake from his mind — you’ve even (accidentally, oops) called him handsome which caused his ears to twitch and a very loud record scratch that hurt poor husk’s ears.

“i’m well aware, my dear. but you’re kindness is appreciated”

everyone sees the way you both secretly look at each other (alastor denies it but he knows it’s true) and you can’t help but be nervous every time alastor is next to you, pinks cheeks and a fast beating heart that you’re sure he hears.

“i’ve noticed you get quite on the edge when i’m near you. pray tell why that is?”

“al, it’s… nothing”

“don’t worry, cher. you’re lucky i happen to like the sound of your beating heart. especially knowing that it’s mine. isn’t that right?”

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[realityrain]

✧°˖────———- ・・・・・ . ☽ ‧₊˚ ···╮

🦎ˊ˗꒰ shift-blr intro ꒱˚⊹ ｡

╰┈ ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ・・・・———-────°˖✧

DISCLAIMER!! this is pretty long and probably boring but if it interests you just scroll down to see my DR intros .. + a redo? yes it is.. i wanted to add my do and don’t support and more of my DRs and information !!)

─────────.⋆ ｡‧˚ ʚ🪲ɞ˚‧ ｡⋆ .─────────

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 A G E -

i am currently 16 and will be turning 17 this upcoming june the same day my sister turns 20!!

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 S O C I A L S -

i have two tiktoks, two blogs, and a pinterest account dedicated to my shifting journey! not to mention my 20+ spotify playlists for my DRs.. my users are in my bio except my Pinterest which is my main tts user (@probablylucid) and i follow all shifters back on all my accounts!!

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 L I K E S -

some of my favorite shows: brooklyn 99, bones, criminalsminds, my mad fat diary, community, gravity falls, anne with an e, and hunter x hunter | some of my favorite movies; kate, gunpowder milkshake, the craft, assassination nation, deadpool, ready or not, multiverse of madness, rush hour| other likes: hello kitty, halloween, music, making script headers/ dividers + outfit claims, night, stars,headphones, green, snow/rain, WINDD, youtube lolcow documentaries , youtube 5 hours family guy / american dad videos 

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 O T H E R -

i go by she/her!! bisexual?? i first started shifting in 2020 due to peak dracotok, and grew away from it for almost two years until my first truant case in 2022 and have been pretty active since!! i haven’t shifted yet (or else i’d be yap abt it) but will be soon!! also i accidentally deleted my entire notion like 5 months ago

⟡—— ・ ₊˚♱ ‧ ₊˚₊——⟡——₊˚♱ ‧ ₊ ˚. ・ ——⟡

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D O S U P P O R T -

- species changing(monster, god, witch ect.)

- aging up/ down(for right reasons/not “excessively”)

- permashifting

- merging DRs

- multiple versions of one DR

- being overpowered

- not using methods/scripts

- not using/liking any form of shifting media

- face claims(i feel i have to say this one)

- all unique DRs

- prioritizing your mental heath and shifting journey

- asking for advice and tips!!

- DOING YOUR OWN RESEARCH!

- “too many” or “to little” DRs

- not liking/ interacting with shifting media

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D O N T S U P P O R T -

- race changing

- aging down only to date minors

- scripting immense trauma for you or others

- not scripting out racism, homophobia, sexism(etc.)

- “you can’t script/do that” do what you want but don’t get mad when you get rightfully hated on

- murder/straight criminal DRs

- not giving respect to others that give it to you

- not treating people in your dr like they’re real

- scripting a mental illness that you don’t have

- comparing your shifting journey to others

- over working yourself (trying new methods every night /not giving yourself breaks)

- doubting yourself(i understand not being confident but don’t spread the doubt)

- spread misinformation

- “they’re my s/o not yours”

- “it’s just lucid dreaming” suck my ballz

╭ ‧₊˚ˎ🕯️ˊ˗ 𓊆 D R / S C R I P T I N F O -

~ i have 8 DRs total but will only be introducing 4 of them!! the other 4 are just not a priority for me and i wont be shifting there anytime soon no i felt no need to add them

~ because i mash my DRs so much i label them with angel numbers!! mainly because i can just call them one term (ex. “mcu DR” or “supernatural DR”) i been doing this for almost 3 years and honestly love it and connecting them to my DRs

~ i mash / merge all of my DRs!! basically taking typically more than 2 potentially completely separate DRs and merging them!!

~ i don’t have any scripted face claims or significant others!! for my appearance i just script traits and over all vibes/concepts, as for s/o’s i don’t really script anything but do have some intentions but could definitely not follow through on them or even switch interests / feelings

~ I ALWAYS script an older sister with the intention of her being like my OR sister(is that weird) idc she’s my soul sis

~ i have a pinterest board for all of my DRs with at least 6 sections in each!! the sections i always have is closet, tops, bottoms, accessories, items, claims and aesthetics!! but for some boards i have sections for “magical” items, realms, inventions, powers and insta posts

~ i have corresponding colors for all of my DRs? they typically match my powers and vibes of that DR / self

~ my only shifting flex is my “aesthetic” scripts fr. it just makes scripting fun for my procrastinating self.. i also typically have 10 pages in my scrips with no pages in them(if that makes sense??) idk i just like having all the relating info in the same page(just me?)

~ i always script im taller ( like 5’10/ 177cm) .. i also script excessive tattoos and piercings bc i luv being a baddie

~ lastly i also typically script two middle and last names.. for the plot??? for fun?? l don’t even know it’s just nice

┆ 〃 ⁺ 𓊆ྀི8 8 8 DR𓊇ྀི⸝⸝ ₊┊

“HYSTERIA ALONE MARS SOLSTICE”

𓂃⋆🐞.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

18, born august 8th 1988 in athens greece, 5’9, ESTP, fake identity / name ~ aiden sloane irris, older sister, new head of the liaison unit at global investigation service agency (GISA) , color “theme” red mainly + brown , currently live in brooklyn, ill first shift on june 21st 2007

𓂃⋆📍.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

the neighborhood, ladybugs, fast cars, philosophy, vintage trinkets, messy hair, stacked jewelry, driving, analysis, pomegranate, art forms

𓂃⋆🩸.˚⋆ DR MAIN ~

brooklyn 99, bones, NCIS

𓂃⋆🪭.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

criminal minds, NCIS, kate (movie) , bullet train, equalizer, ect.

⟡—— ・ ₊˚♱ ‧ ₊˚₊——⟡——₊˚♱ ‧ ₊ ˚. ・ ——⟡

ᯓ★.ᐟ 1 1 1 DR 𓂃⋆.˚

“SATURN WISTERIA BLUR NEVULA NIGHTFALL”

𓂃⋆🪐.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

16, born january 1st 2001, 5’9, ISTJ, 5th year mainly “mythic” high student, ravenclaw, cousin + aunt and older sister, color “theme” mainly purple + white, first shift on September 1st 2017, cosmic/night based powers

𓂃⋆🦷.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

lana del ray, stars, snow, cold weather, ripped clothes, cosmic energy, plants, the moon, night time, defending, astronomy, horror

𓂃⋆🔮.˚⋆ DR MAINS ~

harry potter, monster high

𓂃⋆🐦‍⬛.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

owl house, lord of the rings, school for good and evil, adventure time, slumber land

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˖⋆࿐´6 6 6 DR ঁ ༄ ̼̫

“ MERCURY CHAOS GEMINI GENESIS BONES”

𓂃⋆🌌.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

15,born on june 6th 2006, 5’10, ENTP, gotham central student, currently live in gotham/NYC (merged), one older sister and aunt, will “inherit” the MIB when i turn 16, first shift on october 9th 2021, air/“chaos”/force based powers, color “theme” black and white but blue for aesthetics

𓂃⋆🌬️.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBE ~

tame impala, spirals, wind, chaos, eyes, cities at night, connections, photoagraphy, animals, sour foods, tights + shorts, music, dreaming

𓂃⋆👁️‍🗨️.˚⋆ DR MAIN ~

marvel, DC, men in black

𓂃⋆🌪️.˚⋆ DR SIDE ~

starwars, gunpowder milkshake, dune

⟡—— ・ ₊˚♱ ‧ ₊˚₊——⟡——₊˚♱ ‧ ₊ ˚. ・ ——⟡

╭₊ ꒦꒷┊1 3 1 3 DR┊.ᐟ ༘ 𖦹𓈒

“ LUCID-RAIN NOSTALGIA SALEM THEORIA”

𓂃⋆🌉.˚⋆ MAIN INFO ~

17, born march 13th 1993 in rome , 5’9, INFP, first shift on october 4th 2009, junior high school student, twin + older sister and mother, water / mind based powers , color “theme” orange + blue and brown

𓂃⋆🐟.˚⋆ LIKES / VIBES ~

funky combos, jellyfish, the ocean, rain, cloudy weather, “old” music, luck, gossip, deftones, piercings, investing supernatural, not talking

𓂃⋆🍂.˚⋆ DR MAINS ~

supernatural, gravity falls, twilight

𓂃⋆🪼.˚⋆ DR SIDES ~

the vampire diaries, teen wolf, the secret circle, etc.

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that’s pretty much it!! i hope you enjoyed and please share any feedback or suggestions you want!!

[sunofpandora]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

  

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  ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

  ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Angel

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 

𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖��� 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 🏹🤍

About The Writer

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ Solana/18/capricorn

(sola, sol, ana, sunny, etc.)

┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ I surf 🏄‍♀️

┊ ┊ ✯ art and film student

┊ ✯ Zuni, Apache, Black, and Trinidadian/Caribbean

✯ Benedict Bridgerton is everything to me .

𝓕𝓤𝓝 𝓕𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓢

☆I’m currently living in the US but I’ve kinda lived all over.

☆The last place I lived was New Zealand, and I travel a lot with my partner who studies cultural architecture. 

☆ I use my real name lol. feel free to call me Sol, or Lana, or whatever!

☆ I have two cats, one named Dolores, and another named Trudy (after the avatar 2009 character), and one dog named Amori

☆ I speak French, Spanish, English, and Shiwi (Zuni Language.)

☆ I study art and film, specifically story structure and cinematography. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

✮I write for any gender x any gender reader inserts.

☽ y/n will most likely be poc coded (non-euro centric features described, etc.)

R U L E S     A N D    D E T A I  L S

Nsfw is aloud but nothing crazy. (By that I’m not calling any of anyone’s kinks “crazy” what I mean like super, super intense bdsm, knife play, gun play, blood kinks, incest, stepcest, (let’s just say anything ending in ‘cest’ is a no.) and everything MUST be consensual.)

I’m a bit hesitant about writing human x na’vi nsfw and I probably won’t write human reader x na’vi fluff. It’s just I have a hard time visually imagining a human and a na’vi having sex without an avatar body. I am not against the idea in any way, but the general concept does throw me off a bit (I always imagine some type of detrimental injury occurring bc we are so smol compared to na’vi)

In all, I’m not the biggest fan of writing for a human reader, and will probably turn down requests for a human x Na’vi fic.

I will however, absolutely write for avatar reader x na’vi character of any sort! Or even a half-human half na’vi reader or some kind of biracial na’vi? (I’ve seen that concept a few times in the fandom an it’s honestly so much fun)

I do allow things like comfort for self harm, abuse, traumatic experiences, racism, etc. but these things will never be romanticized.

Y/n won’t have a name. Sorry, I just don’t see the point in x reader if the reader has a name. I will always refer to them as Y/n.

I write for a female reader for the most part but please, if you want any other pronouns please let me know in your request.

Y/n will always be of any size! That includes plus size or on the skinnier size. If you would like me to specify that in your request let me know.

I do age up my characters. If you don���t like it you can head out.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ⋆˖⁺‧

T H E      H  E A V E N S

Details: Each character has their own sky object or natural phenomenon. Works and fics are found underneath the collages.

(important! This masterlist is not yet finished! More characters will be added later!!)

 Ａｖａｔａｒ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ Ｗｏｒｋｓ⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙⋆｡°✩ ⋆

"Everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world, and in here is the dream."

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ๋࣭݁ ⭑🪩๋࣭ ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ๋࣭݁ ⭑🪩๋࣭ ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹

Kiri Sully-

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object: crepuscular rays, Neptune 🌀

Works:

None, currently.

Lo’ak Sully

“Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still. 

Sometimes the smoke and ash become a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Mars

Rainstorms

Works:

None currently.

Neteyam sully

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Golden hour

Sun rays 

Works:

Diphanous part 1

Diphanous part 2

Virago Series 🏹:

Spotify playlist

Chapter 1. Day the sky turned red

Chapter 2. The son sun made out of stone.

Chapter 3 part 1: Cupid wears a blindfold

Chapter 3 part 2: Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

Chapter 3 part 3.: Surrender to his saubade, he has set his soul and sin ablaze (to be yours)

Chapter 4: Nice going, Romeo.

Chapter 5: Honey, you’re familiar

More characters coming soon!

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𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐗𝐕

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu was unfamiliar with the concept of self-care, but it would seem that he's unexpectedly well-versed in others. pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse word count ☾ 2.9k a/n ☽ ⤏ my fourth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters. ⤏ this took a turn I didn't anticipate. khonshu kind of got away from me, tbh. have a flirty old bird I guess? (@angel-of-the-moons I feel like you might enjoy this one.🤭) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY ☽

What are you doing?

The rumbled words emerged from the shadows hemmed up in the corners of the bathroom more like a disinterested observation than a question.

“Would you care to take a guess?” you offered, opening your eyes and glancing towards the dimly lit silhouette having knelt in front of the door.

The warm, humid room was cramped and ill-suited for more than one person to occupy it at one time, but that fact didn’t seem to have stopped Khonshu from materializing at your side—likely in pursuit of tracking down your exact location since you weren’t in the living room or your bedroom like you usually were at this hour. It was a slow night in London, for once—the police channels had been quiet all evening, so you hadn’t felt the need to be prepared for the moon god’s urgent beck and call. Ru was winding down from school and homework with Lizzie watching her favorite baking show, and your portable speaker played music at the necessary volume to disguise your murmured responses to the lunar deity’s incredulity.

Bathing. In the dark. He tilted his skull. The electricity is not malfunctioning.

“It’s meant to be relaxing.” You raised a hand out of the steaming water to indicate the row of flickering candles lining the broad posterior lip of the tub flush against the wall. “And I can see perfectly well.”

He leaned forward, hands planted on his thighs not unlike a child, and you noticed that his staff was propped against the door frame. You are…self-soothing?

He must have picked up that term recently, as you’d definitely never heard him use it before. “Sort of. More like self-care. Liz offered to keep Ru entertained so I could get a breather until supper’s ready.”

Hmm. Khonshu sank back into his haunches. So you simmer yourself…and to what end?

You chuckled, pulling your legs up and folding your arms across the tops of your knees—modesty was a foreign concept to the ancient being, having associated with a culture that dwelled in the desert and thus rarely utilized complete coverings save to block the harshest of sunlight—and while you’d mostly grown accustomed to his penchant for invading your privacy at inopportune times, you didn’t particularly want to explain the entire premise to him with your chest on full display. “Hot water benefits the human body in many ways—relaxed muscles, improved moods, and the like—not to mention the positive effects of aromatherapy and inhalation of steam.”

Is that why you’re steeping a tea bag?

“It was a bathbomb wrapped in cloth with flowers and stuff in it—that’s why the water’s purple. It’s scented with lavender and chamomile. Smell it?”

How could I not? It has fumigated the entire room.

You shrugged. “At least it’s nice—better than BO, anyway.”

His shoulders scrunched in the only approximation of a frown you’d been able to determine. I see little point in any of this frivolity.

“Have you ever had a spa day, Khonshu?”

The inexpressive dimensions of his skull could not morph to adapt to his dripping dubiety, but it didn’t have to—his once uncanny stillness spoke enough to it.

“It’s nice,” you continued, ignoring his skeptical grunt. “With all those priests and priestesses fawning over you in your temples, I figured you’d have been pampered a time or two over the course of several thousand years.”

We were only allowed to interact directly with our avatars—we oftentimes utilized them as oracles, or spoke to the priesthood through statues, visions, dreams, or signs. Khonshu pushed his shoulders back. They would tend to our sculptures and reliefs as if they were our bodies, make offerings to them, enact rituals in our names, but…nothing quite like this.

“That’s a shame. I think a deep-tissue massage would do you a lot of good.” You reached for the exfoliator and the bar of soap and lathered up the perforated weave in order to scrub yourself so you’d at least look semi-productive. “Maybe some moisturization wouldn’t hurt…last time I saw your elbows, they looked crusty as hell.”

At first you thought you might actually have rendered him speechless, but you should have known better—another cursory peek in his direction revealed that he was merely observing.

I do recall a similar practice, he responded, tapering his beak down towards you, although it was generally utilized in preserving the khat of the mortals that journeyed west.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. It wouldn’t offer you much of a vast improvement, then, huh? There’s not a whole lot I could do for a mummified bird.”

Khonshu scoffed, but said no more.

You began to wash your body in earnest, starting with your face, then moved down your neck, shoulders, arms, torso, pelvis, legs, and feet. You tried to reach around to tend to your back in the same way, but you winced as the action tugged at sore muscles beneath your shoulder blade—a scuffle with a carjacker the night before had resulted in him collapsed unconscious in the street, and you hadn’t trusted the police not to run him over in their haste to capture him (as well as a glimpse of you in their ever-persistent effort in pinning down the identity of their local do-gooder vigilante), so you’d had to drag him onto the sidewalk with…mixed results. The man had been big enough that he could have carried the car away with him, if the whim had so struck him, instead of hot-wiring it.

Allow me.

You startled as Khonshu’s hand curled over your arm to grasp the porous swatch of sudsy material. You watched, enraptured, as the gauze binding his flesh receded like sand slipping through an hourglass to reveal the pockmarked, ashen skin underneath—but you had only a glimpse before he withdrew with the stretched loofa.

Give me your back.

You twisted adjacent to the length of the tub and leaned forward obediently, deigning not to comment upon it. You supposed that wet wrappings wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation for anybody.

Khonshu imitated your earlier actions, although he was unexpectedly gentler. He dragged the loofa in rhythmic circles from the nape of your neck steadily down, from side to side, to the small of your back—then, to your continued surprise, he placed the fabric on your thigh before cupping his hands in the water and pouring it over your skin to wash away the suds. He then wiped away the rest, the roughened texture of his fingers softened by the soap and water, the pliability of your skin, although you noticed this touch lingered far longer.

You said nothing as he began to explore the typography of your spine and ribcage, seemingly subconsciously. To be such a hardass about almost everything, as well as an unforgiving sparring partner, you had almost forgotten how careful he could be. A foolish notion, really, as you were fully aware of how he treated Ru like porcelain on the verge of shattering—he always had. The methodicality of it lulled you into a trance-like state, your eyelids drooping as you leaned into both of his hands, now working in tandem to press and stroke the tension out of your muscles.

…When was the last time someone had touched you like this? You couldn’t recall. Your ex-husband hadn’t usually utilized this intimate a method of aftercare, even while you’d been trying for a baby. You’d been too busy with Ru and chores during the day to schedule an appointment, although you suspected that a deep-tissue would do you a world of good—Khonshu’s armor always healed your wounds if you wore it long enough, but it still often left you stiff if you’d hyperextended yourself during combat.

Khonshu dug the heel of his palm into that one incredibly tender catch under your shoulder blade. You sucked in a breath and winced, your entire back going rigid against the pain that lanced up into your neck. His displeased grunt was much closer to your ear than you’d anticipated, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him out of your periphery to see that he’d hunched over you.

You did not tell me that you were still in pain, he finally rumbled sternly. Why did you release the armor before you were healed?

“I am healed,” you told him, “just a little sore. It’s normal. I guess it doesn’t stitch everything back together exactly where it was before.”

He grumbled in refutation, but tapped his fingertips against the arch of your spine. Relax. It will only grow worse if you are tense.

“It’s not exactly—comfortable!” you squeaked, jerked forward to avoid the insistent digging of his fingers.

Of all the methods he could have used to steady you, reaching up and curling the length of his hand around the column of your throat was decidedly not what you would ever have expected. Your pulse leapt against the perfectly measured, unoppressive pressure he applied, and—in spite of the copious amount of heat flooding your face—you had to admit that it worked to keep you as still as a statue.

An inexplicable warmth—tingly like the slow creep of magic his armor provided to alleviate your wounds, but far more concentrated (and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have remarked that it almost felt like lidocaine)—wreathed his free hand as he began to knead the tightness out of the problem spot. You groaned softly as he did so, the vibration of the sound resonating through his hand and tickling your throat in turn, squeezing your eyes shut as you twitched on reflex to avoid the pain. Even with his magic’s numbing ability, the injury must have been worse than you’d initially anticipated because it swept right around the curve of your ribs and under—

“Hey!” you gasped, lurching away from those long, beguiling fingers as he followed the muscle to your torso and almost brushed the underside of your breast. This caused the blade of his palm to dig into your jugular, pitching your voice into a broken, if muffled, squeal. “Whoa, watch it—that’s off-limits!”

You’ve a rib out of place, he deadpanned.

“I could have my sacrum detached from my pelvic girdle, but that doesn’t mean I’d let you fondle my ass to fix it, either,” you hissed, trying to pull away, in vain.

Why must you be so stubborn? he groused, pressing his palm into your side directly over the rib in question. His soothing power sank into your body, and you had a hard time resisting the relief it brought. I had no intention of groping you.

You’d thought your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but you were promptly proven wrong. You told yourself that it was strictly the proximity of another person that was causing your uncontrollable reaction, that it had been years since the last time you’d been in such a compromising and vulnerable situation, not that it was Khonshu specifically. (You had always been shit at lying, even to yourself, admittedly.) “I, uh…sorry. Just…wasn’t expecting that.”

I did not mean to startle you. The curve of his beak descended over the slope of your opposite shoulder and the golden, emblematic crescent moon bound over his chest brushed against your back. …Just know that if I ever touched you in such a manner, there is no question that you would be anticipating it, Srit mwt.

You mouthed a curse and dropped your head as much as you could manage with him still holding you in place in hopes to hide your utter mortification. He should not have been having this effect on you. Khonshu was many things, but sexual was not a word you had mentally associated with him at any point.

You remembered, idly, that your research into his mythos had revealed that he was regarded as a god of fertility.

“Uh-huh,” you responded lamely, swallowing and surrendering to him just so that it would be over sooner. You’d planned on soaking for a while after washing up to enjoy the hot water, but now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and scream into your pillow until your heart stopped drumming itself into a tattoo against the inside of your thoracic cavity.

Then the god of the moon had the the nerve—the fucking gall—to chuckle; a low, raspy noise that carried into your ribcage like a subwoofer ricocheted sound through a vehicle. You needn’t worry. I do not extend such invitations lightly…and I am not particularly inclined to commence anything that could not be completed.

Fuck. Honestly.

You were familiar with the banter the pair of you had shared over the years of serving as his avatar, but you’d never known him to…was he flirting with you, or were you imagining things? Surely not. He despised humans, humanity in general, thought himself above mere mortals to the point that he only associated with whomever he’d selected to be his Fist at any given time (as far as you were aware, anyway).

This was new. It was foreign and unexpected and completely out of character for him. Just when you’d thought you had pinned down his personality, he’d gone and revealed another aspect of himself—like a phase of the celestial body he represented. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, per se (quite the opposite, in fact, if you were to be totally honest with yourself; you’d made somewhat suggestive remarks to him in passing before, mostly for humor’s sake, but he’d never before responded in kind), but it was disarming you in a way for which you never could have prepared yourself.

He had seen you naked before—numerous times, in fact, much to your chagrin, since he couldn’t be bothered to at least knock on something before he appeared out of thin air—but he’d never acted like he’d even noticed your body, nor had he ever cared about the modern concept of modesty. You’d learned to live with it, had grown accustomed to him appearing at the most inopportune of moments. You’d just assumed that he might not even feel any attraction whatsoever, or at least not towards you.

Was that assumption incorrect? Had you misread his body language all this time? Was he just worryingly skilled at hiding any reactions he could have had? You hadn’t a clue—you didn’t know what to think, especially since you swore you could feel each individual crease on his cool, coarse palms against your heated flesh. He was a dominant entity, controlling out of necessity given the nature of his creed, but you’d never thought that it could carry over into a context quite like this.

…Of course, you’d never thought he’d offer to help you bathe, either, but here you were: naked, wet, and as vulnerable as one could be, trying very hard to hide exactly what he was doing to you simply by touching you comparatively chastely in sharp contrast to what the tone of his voice might have indicated.

You cleared your throat, realizing that you’d been quite a little too long. You could almost hear his smug grin—if he were even capable of displaying it in his primary, decayed shape. “...Thanks. For the…for the help. I feel a lot better now.”

Impatient, as always, he tutted. Just a moment.

“No, really, I’m good, you’ve worked your ma—gic!”

The sharp, high noise that escaped you as his hand compressed your rib and set it back in place with a dull click was worse than you could’ve imagined. Khonshu, mercifully, withdrew as quickly as he’d approached, leaving you reeling and dazed. You sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth against the urge to cringe, and probed your side experimentally.

There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, hmm?

“If you weren’t a literal deity that could smite me from this plane of existence, I would offer you some very choice words on the quality of your bedside manner.”

That has never restricted you before. Khonshu’s spindly form creaked as he stood and straightened to his full height (or as close to it as was possible, given the bathroom’s low ceiling), leaving you shivering in the humid air he stirred in his wake. Although I doubt you will complain that I finished the job that you failed to allow the armor to finish.

“Well,” you started indignantly, “I guess I can count on you to finish everything I don’t, then, huh?”

A beat of silence passed, and that was arguably worse than anything he could’ve said in reply.

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. “Forget I said that.”

He had the audacity to laugh at you. Should you ever require assistance, he crooned, all you need do is to call my name. I will hear you at any time or place.

You reached a hand back to deliver him a solitary finger, refraining from the urge to crawl into the drain and drown yourself. “I think I’ve had about enough of you tonight, thanks.”

If that’s all you can take, then I worry that you couldn’t—

“Shut,” you ground out, “the fuck up.”

Khonshu laughed as he slipped back into whatever the hell sort of fifth dimension he lived in when he wasn’t plaguing you with his insufferability.

[midnight--sadness]

k-pop idol AU anon here ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰ i'm glad you liked my idea!! ♡ and do not worry about intruding or anything like that i love & value your comments!!

here's what i'm thinking for inhun... we need to go back to the 90's for this one.   ☾  .𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆｡˚

inho got an opportunity from a friend of his great uncle (and that friend is none other than the music executive of a famous record label in seoul, oh ilnam), leaving university behind and decided to pursue a music career instead. he didn't want a monotonous life as some office worker anyways.

people are in love with his looks, his music, his bad boy persona... wearing cutoff shirts and the like (SUN'S OUT GUN'S OUT ! 😤). as to which genre, that's up to you guys to decide! but his albums are selling like crazy and his songs are always up top on the charts, never second place. until...

oh ilnam scouted for new talents but to no avail. there is money to be made here! luckily for him, ilnam struck gold when he felt hungry and wanted some comfort food like tteokbokki. because then he saw the most prettiest and beautiful young man at a stall, helping his friend's mom with the orders. the young man is a bit clumsy (he almost dropped ilnam's soju bottle on the ground). his name is seong gihun. a little reserved, sweet eyes, beautiful lithe build. oh, what an angel. a smile that is worth more than diamonds and gold in the earth. KA-CHING! that's the sound of money pouring in!ilnam asked gihun if he can sing. "ah, well, i love going out for karaoke but i wouldn't say i'm excellent at it..." but that's not a problem, nothing a couple of vocal lessons that can't fix!

the next day gihun found himself in the studio along with ilnam and other important figures to brainstorm how to mold him into a superstar. everyone is complimenting his physique and gorgeous face, making gihun blush and play with the hem of shirt. one thing lead to another, and looks like the industry has another rising starlet!

i really love the sound of 90's R&B, so i think i'll choose this genre for gihun (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ what started out as playful, captivating, funky songs developed into very foxy, sultry, and smooth. gihun evolved as an artist and got out of his shell, becoming more sure of himself, going with concepts that he likes and what he feels like fits the most. and that is by being an artist portraying himself as both innocent little kitty and a sexy siren. he experiments with outfit too! does not matter if it's a skirt or jeans, clothes are clothes and he is here to look CUN-TY! women, men, no matter who - everyone wants gihun (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*

i think it would be funny if inho never got to meet gihun immediately because he himself is busy recording, touring, practicing choreo, attending award shows, etc. but he does notice there is competition around. on the top 10 charts for songs or album sales they are so close to each other. then he sees gihun on a cover of playboy ("i know he's not a girl, but he's pretty like the rest of 'em! believe me, those magazines will be flying off the shelves!" said gihun's manager. and she was RIGHT). inho's brain short circuits but he quickly snaps out of it has to focus on performing live on a late night show. fuck, gihun was attractive. beautiful curves and features. he needs to know more about him. he needs to have him.

inho and gihun eventually meet at a staff party, celebrating record-breaking profits. inho finds out that gihun might be older and slightly taller than, but he can wrap his strong arms around gihun's tiny waist and lift him up easily. they get to know each other very well, and ilnam sees the chemistry between both singers. he gets this brilliant idea - those two should tour together.

and it's a big success, there is an entire crowd of screaming fans waiting for them to perform solo and together. i'd imagine inho and gihun spending time with each other during the tour would make them fall head over heels in love. not just as artists, but for who they are (,,♡ᵕ♡,,) as people, as one nerdy guy interested in crime/detective books and a clumsy fellow who took in stray cats until his mother scolded him. amidst the singing and showbusiness, they found each other (╥﹏╥)💜💜💜

believe me when i tell you inhun would fuck like rabbits because they're two young men and gihun's hips are made to be gripped at, but because they're two high demand artists and under strict regiments they're not able to fully savor their relationship... i'd imagine there would be many fanservice moments on stage though. like inho holding gihun's waist or giving him a kiss ln the neck. making the audience go WILD. ilnam isn't opposed to this because money but he did tell them to keep it at that and don't go beyond unless they want his higher ups to chew him out (so PDA is not okay but making gihun pose for playboy? alright *rolls eyes*)

PART 2 COMING SOON, HWAIT FOR ME UNNIE~ ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

omggg 🥹🥹😩😩💖 this is incredible!!

i think inho could rap! that way when they are together the music flows since rap and r&b go great together!

maybe, gihun's manager could be geumja? and even when she has a baby boy she continues working and brings little yongsik with her! years later, he debuts in a boygroup!

and if inho raps then u know he was thanos' inspiration 🫶

omg inhun not being able to share their love with the world 😭😭 sleazy record producers working them like dogs and their only refuge is each other 💖

YES PLEASE GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!!😫😤

[littledollll]

Hello!! I'm a huge fan of your work, your writing is amazing!!!! ❤️ I have a request if that's ok, I was wondering if you could do a lucifer x human reader where r is out walking in the dead gardens and a demon ends up hurting them pretty bad. Luci hears r screams and comes to the rescue and kinda freaks out because r is hurt bad and becomes really protective over r and makes an example of the demon to show what happens when enyone trys to hurt luci's lover. Please and thank you!! 😊

I’ll cover you

Lucifer x mortal!reader

A/n: i didnt rly know how to go about this since I already made this concept in my mini series “little angel” so I apologize for how long it took.

Warnings: injury, vague descriptions of violence

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You enjoyed your freedom to roam the kingdom as you wished. Being with the ruler of hell meant that you had a very busy partner, and as expected making friends in hell wasn’t all that easy.

Your favorite place was the dead gardens. Peace in hell was hard to come by, but you always found it there. Most subjects were uninterested in such a place, which made it a perfect place for you.

Maybe you had gotten too comfortable, accustomed to the peace in the gardens, let your guard down a little too low. Big mistake to do so in hell, you quickly learned your lesson.

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You couldn’t understand how it possibly all happened. You swore you were alone, that the gardens were safe, that you would be safe. One second. It took one second for a quiet walk to turn into screams, thrashing and fighting, wounds and blood.

Pinpointing where the pain was coming from seemed impossible, it was everywhere, that sharp stabbing pain, the dull ache all over your body. Dizziness took over any rational thinking, you couldn’t move, much less fight.

You felt so utterly hopeless against the demon. You could see the sadistic smile on their face at the sound of your screams, like your torture was just their entertainment for me evening.

You were free of pain in an instant. Taken into their arms seemingly hiding you, protecting you, from the world. You allowed your eyes to slip shut in the comfort of their warmth, and Lucifer wasted no time carrying you inside.

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When your eyes pealed open you quickly realized you were back in the safety of your shared chambers. Strangely enough you felt well rested, but still a little dazed. You could feel Lucifer’s hand tracing circles on your back as you laid against them.

“He’s been imprisoned and chained, how would you like us to proceed?” Came Mazikeen’s voice, devoid of any formalities, as her eyes quickly darted to you, and back to Lucifer.

“I want him dead. Gutted and presented. Make an example of this, Mazikeen. Make sure they understand very well what happens when they touch what is mine. I want his skull saved and placed as decoration in the throne room.” You could barely focus as they gave demands, you just knew they were filled with wrath, their words were venom.

You heard no reply paired with the sound of her boots fading away. You hid further into Lucifer’s warmth and wordlessly they allowed their wings to wrap around you.

Lucifer refused to leave your side. Not now that you needed them and never again. Lucifer couldn’t get your screams out of their head. In their time in hell they’ve heard plenty, been witness and participant of harsh punishments, they were convinced they’d heard it all, that they were desensitized. Until then.

From now they’d be your personal protection, you wouldn’t move out of a room without them with you and the dead gardens were to be banned from all subjects. Maybe it was a little much but they refused to allow anything like this to happen again.

It was strange, to be able to feel their heart beat so wildly, the usual sticky sweet smile they wore or complete poker face were both gone. For once you could read them clearly without trying. And it only made you hug them closer.

You wanted to calm that thrashing heart. To hear their voice sound calm and sweet once again, you needed them to know they did save you, they haven’t failed. “I’m okay, you have me Lucifer, I’m okay.”

Lucifer sighed with a nod, their hold on you releasing the slightest bit so they could look at you. “From this moment until the end of time, I promise you will never be hurt again, my heart.”

You knew that. You’ve never felt safer than when you’re by their side.

[heejinkwan]

FALLEN ANGEL is the second mini album by ASTELLA, a South Korean soloist. It was released on February 23, 2024 by StarShip Entertainment. The album consists of seven tracks, one including title track NOBODY KNOWS. It is available both physically and digitally.

ASTELLA promoted the album for 4 weeks total, promoting NOBDODY KNOWS and b-side MANIAC for 2 weeks each. NOBODY KNOWS peaked at 2 on the gaon charts while MANIAC peaked at 11. although unpromoted, Kingdom Come and Lucid Dream also charted, peaking at 19 and 25 the week after the album's release. The album received global attention as well, peaking at 10 on the US Billboard 200, also charting in 20 other countries including Japan, Brazil, FinLand, Thailand, and the UK. ASTELLA won a total of 9 music show awards for this album, NOBDOY KNOWS winning 7 with MANIAC earning 3.

˚୨��⋆｡˚ ⋆ i. the tracklist !

i. ✭ .   nobody knows ( title track )

ii. ✭ . maniac

iii. ✭ . rewind

iv. ✭ . lucid dream

v. ✭ . kingdom come

vi. ✭ . automatic

vii. ✭ . thirsty

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ get your photocards here !

*ੈ♡⸝⸝ ii. the styling !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ iii. the reception !

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ iv. the notes !

₊˚ෆ the concept of this album was basically an omen to her performance on fictitouscore, her being a fallen angel, like the title of the album says.

₊˚ෆ the album was automatically a banger, earning a 7.2 score on pitchfork, astella garnered many new fans off of the release of nobody knows itself.

₊˚ෆ a lot of stellars believe that they should’ve made kingdom come be the title track, seeing that it’s gone so viral, but others understand why nobody knows was chosen for the title track.

₊˚ෆ astella blew up on tik tok! people already saying that nobody knows is soty and that it was the best release so far!

₊˚ෆ she did many challenges with julie and hanuel of kiss of life, karina of aespa, joy of red velvet, and yeji of itzy.

₊˚ෆ she made many new friends including yeji, who she met from being friends with karina.

₊˚ෆ and all the rumors are true! the album may or may not be about yeonjun, who she has been rumored to be dating ever since 2020 west they had a minor acquaintance.

₊˚ෆ she began being close to him while being in promise, but after leaving he was one of the only people she talked to all the time, the rest being her family, the promise members, and karina.

₊˚ෆ they began officially dating in 2022 but never actually confirms it so nobody knows is like her saying it but not actually saying it.

₊˚ෆ when it peaked number two on billboard, heejin’s family called her and they celebrated with a cake, congratulating her on her success.

₊˚ෆ she literally did a live at like 1am happy, which turned into her crying because of how overwhelmed and happy she was that the song was doing well, the comments were congratulating her and telling her not to cry.

₊˚ෆ during maniac promotions, a lot of people felt like the song did not fit the album and complained that it was being promoted and not kingdom come, which was gaining more streams than maniac.

₊˚ෆ starship released two videos of the recording process of both nobody knows and maniac, which gained so much traction on twitter and tik tok with videos with over 1m+ likes and views.

₊˚ෆ even though she hadn’t planned it, heejin ended up finding out that she will be performing at coachella 2024 in california alongside other kpop artists such as lesserafim and ateez.

₊˚ෆ even though no one expected it, rewind also ended up getting popular! after many stellars posted the song in a sped up version, making people who did even stan heejin wonder what the song was, it even got non kpop fans bopping to it!

₊˚ෆ after catching onto it, heejjn ended up posting a lyric video of rewind on her channel, and after a week it charted at number 8 on top 100: south korea on apple music, youtube music charts at number 1, and gaon chart at number 5.

₊˚ෆ stellars can really say this is their favorite era of astella so far, when the music is good how can you not stan?

₊˚ෆ very much inspired by this by @dr3amluc1d

[dre4ml4nd-st4rlight]

Annalisa Alter Pack - For @theworldtree01 , ty for the requests, making them was so fun !! The Picrew we used didn't have Cat Ears so we just made with what it had hehe ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:

「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」

╰┈➤ names : Annalisa / Ana , Dreamy

╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : She/hers , shi/hirs , mew/mews , purr/purrs , kit/kittens , cat/cats , paw/paws , soft/softs , angel/angels , cloud/clouds , dream/dreams , rose/rose , third person prn

╰┈➤ Titles : The Kitten , Soft One , Ragdoll , The Painted Kitty , Dream Angel , ⌞ prn ⌝ who Mews / Purrs , ⌞ prn ⌝ who Soars / Flies , Angel of Isolation

╰┈➤ Genders : playfulstar , pillowcoric , angelicore , lavengirl , bouquet , viscurse , hopegender , dreamstolivian , dreamgender (not the mcyt one) ,

╰┈➤ Orientations : abrosexual , aroaceflux , demiromantic , objectum , conceptum ,

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗

☾ Cis - angel , ageslider (12-16) , apathetic , emotionless , artist , creative , catgirl , maladaptive daydreamer , writer ,

⟡ Trans - species ; ragdoll kitten , permakid , aspd , painting , victorian era , novelist , tranwings ; more wings , princess , librarian , perfect , OCD , depressed , princess

ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Persecutor , persecutor-protector , anxiety holder , apathy holder , antisociamate , conceptive , Assistant , BAHtroject , urgeholder , dysphoria holder ,

Annalisa’s role is to hold anxiety + dysphoria for cloudself and other alters . angel does so through isolation + removing of emotions- becoming apathetic. When not withdrawn / preforming purrs role angel + anyone she took emotion from can have emotions again. However it is hard to come back from apathetic emotions and become ‘perfect’ again. When withdrawn, they typically only talk to others in the system.

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Favorite Colors : Pastel pinks + greens , cremes / beige, sky blue , white , purple

Hobbies : painting , reading , music (listening, learning about, playing, singing) , taking walks (co-front) , being in nature ,

The Soft One lives in a space that looks like an ethereal backyard. It has a gaint willow with iridescent vines, with a rope swing dangling from it. It is surrounded by clouds and stars, with various different paintings lying amongst them. There are lavenders and roses sprouting from the ground, and an angelic archway leading back towards other spaces in the system.

They have a stuffed kitten (seen below)

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── .✦ Photos + Aesthetic hoard

Aesthetic Hoard

[fallenangelbunny]

i need daddy to grab my hips while i'm sitting on his lap and force me to grind on his hard cock while i whine for him to stop. i'd never push him away, daddy can use his doll however he wants. he knows what's best for me even if i don't want it, and he'll only touch me more if i complain :(( won't stop til i cum in my panties...

[kedsandtubesocks]

omg !! your mando!baku thoughts i'm—

living for this au ! 🥺 so cute and such opportunities for angst 👀 drama 👀 forbidden romance 👀 pining !! i yearn for him goodbye akfhsidbbw

ty for sharing !! just wanted to stop by and say that i am in love with this concept 🥺

okay not even joking this literally is me right now because the absolute talent behind one of the best bakugo works and you take me the way I am messages ME?!

(also so ok I’m a big reader on ao3 especially for bnha fic so at first it didn’t hit me that you wrote it and then for a split second I was like “wait why does their name sound familiar- OH MY GOD??” So FORGIVE ME IM SORRY!!)

But lovely Willow oh my goodness… I really can’t explain how bright my entire being feels seeing your message I can’t thank you enough for dropping in to send something because I am just 🥹 and probably will be like all day

But yes TEAM MANDO BAKU!! AHHHHH 😭 he really does fit the role so well doesn’t he? Our chaotic angel queen @ofmermaidstories mentioned him with a certain green baby and my brain malfunctioned because he’d be such a sucker for foundlings

And okay…Honestly 👀 depending on how the current season of the mandalorian ends I might just take the jump and write him to deal with the pain™️ LMAO

For now I knew I had to leave you with something because you are as sweet as can be and i wish I could put into words and explain how much your message means to me so this will have to do, thank you 💐

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The two of you would be stuck in the cave for a while.

“What happened to your damn shitty sorcerer powers huh? Can’t you move the dumb rocks?” Bakugo’s snarled modulated voice cuts through your thoughts and you sigh exhausted already.

You knew about his list of accolades.

One of the strongest mandalorain clan leaders that helped liberate their home planet of Mandalore. A war hero notorious for using not just a jet pack but also specially crafted beskar gauntlets that helped him fire cannon like explosions from his fists. He’s a smart strategist and commander, has earned the respect of the Jedi council for willing to work with your kind.

But he makes you want to pound on his metal helmet head with your lightsaber until it knocks some sense into him.

“It’s sometimes not as simple as moving rocks. I have to save my energy just in case those troopers come back.” You reply sharply. “Besides we both sent out distress signals, someone will come. We just have to wait.”

“Maybe you just can’t move the rocks.” It’s said so casually as Bakugo tries to survey the blocked off exit. The most childish thought rises in you to use his metal body to dig out of the rocks like an awful shovel.

So you breathe- inhale, exhale.

Thankfully the caverns glow from the tiny insects living in the rocks. It’s enough light that you can rummage through the ration packs in your bag.

“Come on,” you offer. “We need to eat something.”

“No.” Bakugo replies gruff. “We could be here a while. Can’t eat all that now.”

He’s right. You’re not telling him that of course. So instead you set your pack back down, close your eyes and try to mediate. But his awfully loud boots stomping around, crunching on every possible rock, makes your face scrunch frustrated. You try to plug up the annoyance leaking in fast.

“Relax.” You say to him or mainly to yourself.

Bakugo scoffs. Your eyes peak open to possibly glare at him. But his back is to you. The obsidian coated beskar he proudly wears is something striking. You even admire the beauty. You also notice you’ve been admiring his broad shoulders that seem to be even broader now with his hands on his hips. You shut your eyes fast.

You’re a knight. You’ve fought wars, survived training to become carved into a harbor of good and peace. You are a lightening rod for the force. You can’t falter, can’t waver.

Your stomach suddenly growls so loud that your eyes snap open horrified.

Bakugo’s helmed face even whips towards you.

“Was that your stomach? Are you part rancor or something because I had my damn suspicions…”

You almost scream at him. You think the force itself might be giggle behind your back.

Embarrassment chokes your mind as you sputter to even think of something. Until the warrior sighs. Bakugo pulls something from one of the pouches attached to his belt.

More ration packs.

“Don’t eat ‘em all.”

You glare hard at him. He knew you had your own. But, you offer him a quiet thanks. As you munch on the bland protein cube you realize-

“You need to eat too.” You tell the warrior.

A moment passes.

“I’ll be fine.” A fast simple reply from him.

“You said it yourself, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here so you need to eat something.”

“And I’ll cross that fucking bridge when if we get there.”

As if the force itself decided to give you a respite, his stomach growls even louder than yours.

It childish and comedic and you can’t even believe the timing. You can’t help it. You bust out laughing. It’s moments like this that remind you this grouchy feral lothcat of a man is in fact someone true and human beneath the helmet. (Or at least you believe he’s human. Your mind wanders about what he looks like beneath the helmet more than you ever will admit out loud.)

“Eat you idiot!” You laugh but a part of you is already terrified that you momentarily just sounded like him.

Something shifts in the air though, faint but heavy enough to notice. Bakugo goes quiet and everything stills alongside him.

“I can’t. Not yet…not here at least.” Oh.

The helmet.

“Look,” you begin solemn, composed. “I swear on my honor as a Jedi Knight you can trust me-“

“Like hell-” he snaps interrupting you first

“Fine!” But you fire back just as fast interjecting. “Starve I guess!”

The words are sharp. You even hate the taste of them, a poisonous bile still lingering in your mouth. Regret already floods you, a wild drowning current. If the council had heard you they would have been disappointed. You’re disappointed in you. You need to be calm, leveled headed. But you know you’re frustrated, tired and…and you hate the strange feeling that’s been crawling on your skin, growing a festering heat, ever since you met this damn menace. So you sigh, defeated and small.

“I’m sorry. Your creed is important, I understand that and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

He doesn’t reply, doesn’t say a word. The silence, his silence, you discover is actually worse than any of his worst outbursts.

So you break the thick tensioned soaked air first.

“…if it helps… I have an idea.”

You move to the ground close to him. Then sit down turning your back to him.

“We sit back to back. You’ll sense me moving if I try to turn around, which I promise I won’t. But this way you can eat, even have some water and we can just…just rest.”

You can’t see his eyes even as you stare earnest and even a bit exhausted at him. The mandalorian warrior sighs.

“Fucking fine…but if you dare move I’m setting you on fire.”

“Fair enough.”

The moment Bakugo moves, settles against you back to back, your heart jumps an dizzying spin worthy of a star fighter.

You have never been this close to him, ever.

You’re surprised he actually settled fully pressed against you. His back is solid. The beskar armor is not as cold as you believed it to be, even through your robes. The flickering thought of the differences between your form and his makes your throat get tight as you swallow back something clogging your throat.

A gentle hiss of a noise comes. It gently cracks the air and out of instinct, out of panic, you close your eyes.

In and out, you steady your breathing, focus your thoughts to be mindful of the force. However, even as hard as you try, you wonder so deeply about what he looks like.

“Thanks…ya damn shitty Jedi.”

Then his voice, Bakugo’s actual voice unmodulated, clear and even more rough than you imagined, floats in the air. It gets snagged in your heart.

You squeeze your closed eyes tighter.

During the trials to become a knight, your mentors explained repeatedly that the oath, this path, would be difficult. The temptations would be many and they would be strong. You were taught so many ways to fight and be victorious. But you now fear how hard it might be to fight against the temptation growing in you. Because how are you to win against a warrior considered one of the greatest in the galaxy…

Because you realize slowly, then all at once-

Why did you not just offer to close your eyes? Why was your first instinct to offer sitting as close to him as you could?

[baji-sideblog]

Yantober masterlist

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The prompts

Day 1-Zombie

Day 2-Minotaur

Day 3-Ghost

Day 4-Werewolf

Day 5-Siren

Day 6-Sea Serpent

Day 7-Fairy

Day 8-Witch

Day 9-Troll & Day 10-Demon

Day 11-Scarecrow

Day 12-Unicorn

Day 13-Angel

Day 14-Cyclops

Day 15-Harpy

Day 16-Karken

Day 17-Vampire

Day 18-Mummy, Day 19-Moth, Day 20-Dullahan, Day 21-Drider

Day 22-Centaur, Day 23-Mermaid

Day 24-Incubus

Day 25-Naga

Day 26-Faun & Day 27-Cat

Day 28-Frankenstein & Day 29-First One

Day 30-Favorites

Day 31-freespace

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Doodles

Atlas & Beau

Knox tumblr sexy man?

Knox concept

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Writings

Atlas

Dealing with hecklers

Beau

Casey

Dealing with hecklers

Dallas

Squishy his paws

Flynn

His antlers

Candy time

Ivan

Cuddle time

Jace

Cuddle time

Knox

Halloween snacks and movies

Assistant

Tendencies

Cling M/C

Husband Knox

Mimi

Candy time

Trying to study each other 🎨

Octavia

Gifts for a harpy

Rory

Candy time

Quinecy

Halloween snacks and movies

Will

Halloween snacks and movies

Xena

Dealing with hecklers

Halloween God

Fun facts

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[diresang]

Concept: Husk gets curious about Angel's "work" to skim through a few videos and notices a pattern. Anytime the "action" starts, Angel is obviously drugged. The more intense the scene, the less "there" he is. Reaction? (optional obvs)

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husk wasn't much of a porn watcher. the only time he ever saw it was when angel subjected them to one of his films, and that had been the only time he planned on watching it. but the last time angel had put one on, there was something that caught his attention.

that was how he had found himself fast-forwarding through a number of movies alone in his room. there was a part of him that felt shame for it, slightly afraid for if someone just so happened to walk into his room at the wrong time. the other part was curious, and picked up on a concerning pattern found throughout the films.

husk knew damn well valentino was a fucked up guy, and that he did fucked up shit to angel━ but he never knew the extent of it. he never probed for that information, only accepting whatever angel decided to share when it came to that subject. he should've known that he would do some shit like that, drugging angel just for film scenes, or maybe for his own sick and twisted amusement.

in a huff, husk paused the film in frustration. he was frustrated there was nothing he could do about it, and that he could only watch angel come home, tired and coming down from the high of whatever valentino was giving him. he wanted to do something━ but there was nothing he could. he had no power in this. he didn't even have the full amount of power he once did to handle it.

            ❝ i need a fucking drink. ❞ husk muttered to himself, storming out of his room and back towards the bar where he belonged.

[firstwcman]

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖜𝖈𝖒𝖆𝖓 / firstwcman; a somewhat divergent & personal portrayal of Lilith Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel, woven with pieces of mythology and headcanons, written by Red.

𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 / expectations; this blog will feature dark and sexual content, seeing as the setting itself is placed in Hell and Lilith is a highly sensual character. there will also be mentions and discussions of child loss, miscarriages, and the grief of difficult conception as this is a core part of Lilith's character. muns below the age of 21 will be blocked on sight. you're pushing it at 20 lmao.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 / blog; this blog is somewhat private & mutuals only (opens are free game, however). original characters are very welcome, and I am crossover friendly to an extent. please read Lilith's about before interacting. this blog does not tag trigger warnings.

activity: very low for grieving.

𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 / about.

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 / rules.

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘 / verses.

𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 / credits.

𝖒𝖚𝖓 / mun.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔 / promo.

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 / opens.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 / prompts.

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 / permanent starter call.

𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍'𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙 / lilith's wall of text.

𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖙 / pinned art by hinsou.

𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖙 / spotify art by hellpple_hz.

lilith icon by ChandlLucky.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 / blog roll;

@gctchell - my hellaverse multimuse where this lovely lady was moved from.

@dustedlilac - my take on vaggie which dates back to 2018, very canon divergent.

@crimsonfacets - my general multimuse, comprised almost entirely of animated characters.

@krupnick - my jessica rabbit who is on a long hiatus at the moment.

@faircanopus - my elizabeth m. from black butler / kuroshitsuji.

@wolfofwinchester - my take on claudia p. from black butler / kuroshitsuji, heavily canon divergent.

upcoming events;

all is quiet on the circus front..

Divergence notices;

I play with both version ideas of God creating Lilith and Adam as well as the Angels. I can swap easily depending on my partner's preference, though to keep with canon, I'll default to the Angels for casual. My portrayal was made 1/30/2024. The beach scene is not my lore, nor is this vague deal made with Adam. If I like it in the future, I might play with it, but for now I'm just doing my own thing. I've had this woman for a year prior in private and am going with some of the things I have worked into her from behind the scenes to mix with canon as much as I am comfortable with. As my default, Lilith and Lucifer are not actually separated in my portrayal. Hell could certainly think so, and Charlie could definitely think that they have some issues going on, i.e, the last time she saw them together, it was in disagreement over the Sinners and the Extermination, the one thing that Lilith and Lucifer collide on as they exist at polar opposite points on the spectrum in their personal regards. If separation is something that you as my rp partner would like to play with, please discuss it with me first! As stated in my rules, I personally do not accept the sexual innuendo involving the apple. I have been playing the marriage as monogamous and do not have interest in playing with an open relationship/marriage concept.