#azazelthewatcher

[erratiomerula]

@azazelthewatcher​

             Almost a full week had passed since the last time she had seen Azazel— since that incident on the mountain that had brought forth unwanted thoughts and the budding of potential feelings that she shoved in a dark box where she hoped they would rot away. Instead, she tried to focus on the shrine and temple duties while taking a small breather from her more...TAXING jobs, which meant she didn’t have a reason to visit that small jewelry shop.

             Almost in a comically familiar fashion, Ichika had been sweeping the grounds after performing her morning duties when a couple of the older tenders came to inform her that there was a man that had been standing at the gates for some time now. Concern mixed with confusion— no fuss had been caused to invite trouble, but no ordinary visitor would simply stand at the gates instead of either coming or going.

             Was it Azazel? Her feet were already carrying her towards the vast entrance as she left the duty of sweeping behind to the others.

             “ So it is you. ”

             Unlike the previous time, neither her voice nor stance held hostility as chestnut hues look him over. The memory of their last meeting flashes briefly in her head, but she manages to ignore the thought of his fingers on her skin. She had to TRY and remain pure of thought when donning her traditional robes, if for no other reason than personal rule.

             “ Am I to assume you just came to visit me? ”

[lethal-honey]

🔪 @azazelthewatcher liked this for an episodic Aiko hunt Azazel down.

It was a dark night the blonde was out because she just couldn’t make herself be quiet at home. Her mind was rushing, so many thoughts at once and, honestly, she just wanted it to stop as soon as possible. She wanted to get rid of all those emotions trying to fuck her up all at once.

She had a knife in her hand, walking in and out of alleyways, looking for a poor soul who she could use to put all those feelings out. Someone she could use to relax herself with.

But then she noticed a man at the end of the alley. He seemed distracted enough, but then again, it wasn’t like whenever she felt like that she thought too much about her own safety or even cared if the targets could attack her back or not.

Her grip on her knife was tight as she quickly approached the other. She was running when she finally got close to him, andshe as fast to grab a fistful of his hair so she could try to stab his stomach.

[fatexbound]

@azazelthewatcher​ asked: Rumor has it that you carry a special power in your heart, that is close to the power of a god? (for Akira)

Rumors | Accepting

A casual night stroll in the streets turned out to be more eventful than he thoughts. He was used to hearing rumors about him, after stopping Yaldabaoth and bringing peace to society. But that one comment, seemingly directed at him as he was passing by, made him turn his head toward the stranger. 

“You can tell?” He queried, intrigued. Satanael was still present within his heart and proud of his achievement. He got closer to lean against a wall. “Satanael is his name. I used him to pillage Yaldabaoth, the god of control. I don’t suppose you were able to see it a few days ago?”

[tactful-kind-daedra]

“If I tell you who I am, and you refuse to believe me, then I can hardly be blamed for your disappointment.“

@azazelthewatcher

The Originals Season 2 Starters:

“Sir... I just want to go into the dairy cabinet and buy some milk! Why are you making such a scary face at me and saying such things?!”

[abxndonedd]

@azazelthewatcher​

      It was entirely an accident. Teddy hadn’t meant to trip over his own, cold feet - but he had, and he took a rough tumble down the small hill, leaving himself covered in dirt and scratches that immediately burned. He didn’t have anyone around to help him and though his eyes filled with tears, he also already knew that crying wouldn’t help anything - so instead, he’ll sit and lick his wounds, trying to stop the intense pain coming from his now twisted ankle.

[thegrapesdepression]

Wow, he hadn't actually think the guy would decide to be helpful. Phoenix raises his eyebrows as he watches the stranger go. He weighs the stranger's attitude in his mind, thinking, and decides that it's strangely sincere. He's still waiting, sitting on a bench, when the other man returns so soon.

And rightly so. I'd be pretty suspicious of a random guy covered in soup, too. Thanks.

He takes the package and, after a weary moment, the instant noodles. This means he has to go to the effort of preparing them--again.

Well, am I going to get the name of my soup assaulter?

thegrapesdepression​:

Sometimes people like their mistakes…

Phoenix normally stays mindful of everyone moving around him. It’s an important observation skill in the Borscht, where people slip cards or occasionally throw things at him over his piano-playing. But he let his attention slip for just a moment as he accepted his bowl of noodle soup, the first real meal he’s had in countless hours, and turns just in time for this stranger to barge into him in passing. Soup goes on the floor, his bare toes, and one of his favorite thrift shop sweaters.

He looks down at the mess and half-empty bowl, only able to summon weary dismay and resignation as feelings. He picks a couple noodles off his sweater and sucks them into his mouth, sighing.

Think you can get me some Woolite detergent, too? I think this might be a “delicates” kind of sweater, but I don’t know… I cut the tag off.

It was uncomfortable.

Azazel is aware that it was his fault that the guy spilled his soup on the sweater. He knows that he has not been paying attention, as he usually does. It’s rare for him to be distracted but it has happened and now the innocent guy (who looks rather shady, but still) paid the price for it.

I can get you some, sure.

They should have one on that store over there. Just gimme a sec.

He could simply leave. Simply turn around and go away, Azazel knows that. He could also simply snap his fingers and make the soup disappear. He has at least that much power left. But his day has been a good one and his mood is not too bad so he wants to lend the poor guy a hand. Get him something to remove the stains from the sweater without having to use his magic.

And thus, Azazel returns about five minutes later, with a new package of Woolite detergent and a plastic bag with instant noodles.

Here. Also, some noodles, for a starter. I can treat you to something different, of course, but I’m sure most places wouldn’t let us in with the soup on your sweater.

[lethal-honey]

"I don't take responsibility for anything I say while drunk."

[fatexbound]

@mckiingbiird​ asked: (( HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEA!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤ )) @azazelthewatcher​ asked: Happy Birthday, Dear! Hope you have/had a wonderful day! 

It’s Lea’s birthday!

Aaaa, thank you both!! <3 It means a lot and you’re never late, honestly! Thank you!! Hope you’ve had a good day too!

[serenadeofthelovingguitar]

Just dropping over real quick to apologize to all my RP-partners for disappearing. It was supposed only to be a brief hiatus but things turned out different and my mental health is not the best.

Isola was fun, but I have to reduce my RP blogs as much as possible in order to not get overwhelmed when writing. If you still want to interact with my Klavier, you can find me at @guilty-love​ or you can he me up at my OC @azazelthewatcher​

I am still on writing-break on those two blogs too but I do plan on return before Halloween.

My mental health took a deep dive into nirvana and I have to reduce writing a lot. I had fun at Isola but it's hard to keep up with the activity currently so I decided to drop Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney (Golden Ward Apartment 321)

Dropped for you!

- ⋆ Aspidiske

[crossed--fates]

WEIRD HEADCANON

(copy and pasted from a meme resource. feel free to copy and fill in for your own muse!)

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: Coffee, usually.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ): He is not much of a heavy sleeper, so he’s always switching sides during the night. He wakes up a lot and has a tendency to have nightmares about his past. He suffers from chronic insomnia and sometimes has to take medicine to help him sleep better. It doesn’t help that he’s a caffeine addict and is always drinking coffee to keep himself awake and working late in the night.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: He loves classic rock and metal music like Scorpions, Iron Maiden, The Beatles and others but he is mostly an ecletic and enjoys other types of music as well. He also likes pop music and country music and even classic music (like Bethoven and Mozart), but for work he prefers listening to his favorite classic rock songs.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: He gets A LOT of time to get ready. It takes him almost an hour to stylize his hair and he’s a perfectionist, so it can take him really long to get ready, even worse than Sissel.

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT: Coffee mugs, mostly.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: Ambidextrous, but uses right hand the most.

RELIGION (if any): He does belive in the gods of the GT universe, but he’s not really that much religious himself. 

FAVOURITE SPORT(S): Sports? He’s a nerd! But he enjoys watching some baseball and basketball matches on TV sometimes. If he’d ever do a sport himself, I guess golf would suit him, since it doesn’t require a lot of physical effort (he still suffers the consequences of Mino falling on his legs). And if chess can be considered a sport, than this would be his favorite.

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: He’s that much into it, Sissel is more likely to be the excited tourist on his place.

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER: Cloudy days, not so cold, but not too hot either,  or a rainy day. It relaxes him to hear the sounds of the soft rain as he works.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Meteors, snakes, medium and large dogs, oceans, open spaces and crowded, confined spaces and total isolation.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: Yomiel prefers games that challenges the mind like chess and sudoku, sometimes a card game like solitaire or blackjack. He always wins at chess (he was a champion in the chess club of his school after all)

tagged by: stolen from @azazelthewatcher​ lol

tagging: anyone who wants to do this, give it a try!

[tactful-kind-daedra]

❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

@azazelthewatcher

The Five Senses Starters:

“Er... It’s just buttered popcorn in the microwave.”

“I know it’s not *real* butter, but I think it’s a bit much to call it a ‘lie’.”

[cosmicdreamt]

“Anything new going on with you?”

“All I’ve been doing was drinking twice the amount of cold brew and boba tea so life isn’t as hectic.”

@azazelthewatcher​

[erratiomerula]

@azazelthewatcher​ continued from x

            Saccharine smile laces her lips as rustic hues briefly fleck scarlet— an unspoken statement that only those on HER side of eternity would understand. MONSTERS dressed as mortals, mulling about as if they couldn’t just crush the world under their palms should they wish it. Long strides fall into step with his, ignoring his wariness as he continues with his journey.

             “ A pretty little thing, indeed. It’s been quite a long time, truly. Didn’t peg you for an Earth boy. ”

[lethal-honey]

azazelthewatcher​:

He had to agree with her - the coincidences really were fun. But if she didn’t mind him, asking her out, maybe he should do that? There were still many things he wanted to ask her. Stuff that talking about in a public place like a bar or a cafe weren’t exactly wasn’t exactly smart.

He would remember that once their evening was over. He was curious altogether, where this evening would end anyways.

Well, I’ld love to say ‘I’m not like other men’ but I guess that is pretty obvious considering who I am.

He watched how she moved even closer, felt the weight of her head against the crook of his neck. When had been the last time someone had been this close to him? Someone he knew the name of, and not some faceless, nameless human he picked up on the street to have fun with for one night?

Azazel moved his hand, from playing with a single strand to gently burying his fingers in her hair, at the back of her neck, almost as if holding her close. He tilted his head a little bit and craned his neck, so that there was more skin for her to brush her lips against.

I am interested.

His voice became more quiet, but at the same time also more husky when he spoke.

It appears that we like the same things. A decent blade. The sight of blood against pale skin. A good hunt. I became your victim once, but what would be even more thrilling would be to come with you and watch you. Just imagining you, standing over your victim once you are done, your golden hair splattered with blood…

He let out a soft groan close to her ear.

Listening that he was interested in it made her smile against his skin. It was so good to know she had someone she could share those kind of things with. Someone who got excited with the same things she did.

Aiko moved her free hand to place it on the other side of his neck, kissing lightly the one she had her lips on. Each word he said only made the blonde more interested on him. And when she heard his groan, her eyes closed.

"Ya can come hunt with me some day~" She spoke against his skin. "'D love some company, and 'm sure it would be wonderful to have an audience while I paint~" She purred, nibbling his neck.

Her hand on his chest continued moving. She enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under her fingers. "I'm sure I look really hot covered in blood." She whispered on his ear, nibbling his earlobe right after that.

[lethal-honey]

😁💙🖤🤍

Positivity Meme || Accepting

😁 - Our interactions bring me joy!  💙 - I love your muses! 🖤 - Your OCs are valid and important! 🤍 - Your headcanons give me life!

Thank you so much! So far I’ve had so much fun watching Az and Aiko interact! They’re two grumpy children but they’re fun interacting!!

[lethal-honey]

Having your knife but not being allowed to stab someone with it or not having your knife but being allowed to watch someone being stabbed right in front of you?

Make My Muse Choose Between 2 Things || Accepting

“Can I still cut them, though? If so I’ll pick the knife, I might not be allowed to stab people, but I still can protect myself. if not I’d want to have someone who could stab people around me whenever I got out. Someone I actually trust, I mean... kinda like a bodyguard... I would still be able to paint with their victims blood, so all is good.”