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whereserpentswalk · 3 months

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What does it mean to compliment an angel? To look at a this clockwork creature, designed to fulfill a task. Created without a father or mother, without a childhood, without anyone to hold it, and tell it that's it's beautiful, that's it's pretty. Not that you like it for what it does for you, but that you like it because it's nice. It's strange to see the overjoyed shock on it's face, from being told that someone thinks that it's lovely, that they like spending time with it, when it was just made to do a job. What does it mean when a mortal, someone born free, tells it that they love its wings, its golden eyes, it's shining armor and silver hair, the sound of its voice, all these things never made to be loved yet that you find so easy to love.

How strange it feels to live with a fallen angel. To love one. To know that every joy it experiences isn't something it was built for. Eyes that were meant to monitor empty spaces transfixed on TV screens. Hands that were means to hold weapons and tools, gently petting a cat. It wasn't made for this world, for the world of the free. The fact that you choose to spend time with someone who didn't ever expect to be noticed is so strange yet so natrual. To love it just for it as a person, to tell it that it doesn't have to do anything for you, that it can just sit on the couch and be happy and you'll be satisfied. That you don't want it for anything it can do to enrich you, that you just want it. That loving it is easy, it's not something it needs to earn.

What does it mean when you make love to it, when you try to bring pleasure to a body that's not meant to have such earthly delights. That even if it doesn't have genitals, that even if it can never feel pleasure like a human can, that as long as it has a mind it can be intimate, that it's still able to be loved in every way a creature born free can be. That even if it's subpar at that job for you, that that's not a job for it to fail or pass at. It must feel so loved when it's showered in your kisses, and when you cuddle it, and pet it's head, and lay your nude body against it, as it wraps you in it's wings.

How does it feel for it to learn from you? It feels good doesn't it. You have to be gentle with it, but it wants to learn, even if it's afraid to. It wants you to teach it to draw, to dress how it wants, to write poems and stories. You have to teach it the basics first, and be encouraging, and be soft when it thinks it's failed. It's first art isn't good but you compliment it, because it's made art for the first time and deserves to be complimented, because it never got the chance to before, because it never thought it would have the chance to. When it first dresses itself it doesn't look that good, but you love it, because it looks more like itself.

You compliment it so much when it first learns to reshape its appearance. It takes awhile for most fallen angels to get a hang of it, and become the chaotic demons many of the older ones appear as. Right now all it's been able to do is change the color of it's eyes to red, the ones on its face and the ones on its wings too. It's a bit embarrassed, it's worried it's a bit too stereotypical. You have to comfort it. You tell it that it looks more like itself, that you love that its form is closer to something that will make it happy. Any color it wants. Any color that makes it happy. It still looks as suprised as the day you first complimented it, it's still so used to working so hard for other people, and it's still not used to people wanting it to be happy. This is still an early attempt at taking a compliment, it still has time to learn.

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circeyoru · 5 months

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Collection of Overlords _ Part 10 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9 — Part 10 (here) — Part 11 — Part 12 — Part 13

Angel noticed. He noticed how the bar wouldd absent of a certain winged cat demon more and more often, even for longer and longer times. When he asked Charlie about it, she said Husk was going on leave and the bar will be managed by one of Alastor’s goons, though when asked if Husk was staying at the hotel, Charlie confirmed that he was. So that calmed him a bit

Still, he was confused as to why Husk would up and disappoint without prior notice. They’ve been growing close and Angel treasures this relationship that wasn’t based on his fame or one with benefits. Husk’s disappearance and silence was unlike him and odd, given that Husk wasn’t an open person, or demon, but Angel could always count on Husk to be at the bar whenever he needed to see the cat

Every time he came back from his work, Husk was at the bar, greeting him with a lazy grin while pouring a drink for him. He’d sit on one of the high chairs and vent out his thoughts and struggles with no issue to lighten his heart. He can’t help it, the way Husk would smile and give him some of wisdom of the bartender and jokes here and there. He can’t help but be drunk on Husk rather than the drink in his hand

It was like clockwork, so natural that even now when Husk was off from his duties for his legs to bring him to the bar and he sat down, staring at the empty space that Husk would occupy. He didn’t even realize falling asleep then and there as time dragged on

Somehow he woke up when the hotel doors opened and closed, then locking up. He remained viligent, staying in his current position and continued to act like he was asleep. He listened as two pairs of footsteps walked deeper into the hotel, then quicker one that he recognized as Niffy’s ran to meet the two

He faintly heard Niffty saying something or one about waiting for them. When he heard a familiar laugh, he recognized that it was Alastor, and he heard the Radio Demon saying that he’ll make some snacks and drinks before meeting someone. Was it Charlie? Or maybe even Vaggie since she was more accepting of Alastor after the war and all that

But what got his attention immediately was the deep voice and asked if he was needed. Angel fought every muscle in his body not to shift and give himself away. Husk. Husk was back in the hotel. This was his chance to talk to him and see what was going on

The footsteps made it over to the kitchen, which was right next to the bar, while Alastor waved Husk off and said he needed rest for what was to come, again. No dilly-dallying as Alastor phrased it. The footsteps separated and what he recognized as Husk’s came over to the bar, to where he was

Angel nearly flinched when he felt a clawed hand on his hand, then soft rustling that soothed him. He heard Husk talking to himself, mumbling so silently that he couldn’t understand what Husk was talking about. But he did hear that Husk missed their bar chats together before he picked Angel up and put him in his room, even tucking him in comfortably

That was the last straw, when he had a day off from his work. He waited until he saw Alastor and confronted him. Shouting his little heart out when Alastor was alone in the kitchen once more

“What are you doing with Husk, huh!? Why is he always gone from the hotel!? And why are you the one always with him!?” Exclaimed Angel the moment he entered the kitchen. The rage he felt made even his three smaller eyes under his main one open with a pinkish glow. “Answer me!”

Yet Alastor remained calm as he moved from stove to stove, tending to whatever he was cooking without a care to what Angel had said. Well, it wasn’t like Alastor can say much that wouldn’t hinder your plans. Though, a thought did cross his mind, if Angel was to interfere, would Husk’s chance be taken from him?

“I couldn’t say.” Alastor’s smile grew to a grin, “Then again, what is there to say? Perhaps Husker is a bit distant because he needed the air.”

“Just answer my question, god f*cking damn*t!” Angel stomped over to Alastor, bearing his teeth.

“That’s enough.” Your voice made Angel freeze in his steps. While you causally stepped closer from where you were, your footsteps echoed eeriely behind Angel. With each step, he could feel himself reliving emotions akin to facing an impending doom, or perhaps, ever death. As you walked past him, he fell to his knees but you made your way to Alastor who looked more than a little ashamed of himself. “The food’s going to be burnt.”

Alastor flinched, tearing his attention away from you and back to the meal he was preparing for you. “Ah, yes. Thank you for the reminder.”

You turned back to Angel, bending down a bit to meet him at eye level as you whispered, “If I hear you asking about Husk again or disturbing Alastor, you will not like the consequence.” You straightened up and patted your clothing, “Are we understood?”

Angel bowed his head low, his hand gripping his other arm in hopes of stopping the tremble all throughout his body, but to no avail. “Yes…”

You let out a hum and left the area. “Glad we see eye to eye.”

It was no surprise to Alastor when you basically threatened Angel for him and by extension Husk too. Not that he has any say in the matter when you wanted Husk to be in the collection again. What he can and will do is secure his spot as your favourite soul and prove that even with a returning has-been, he is not affected

Especially when this one was someone that he has been aiding as per your permission

Alastor has seen many times of how you treated those you deemed as unworthy. You won’t spare them thought, you won’t even put on a mask to lull them into a false sense of security. No. You go in for the kill

Every time it happened, a shunder of ecstasy spread throughout his body like an electric shock. His smile widened when he knows he won’t be treated like those undesirable souls because he has your favour

Was it love or was it admiration? Or is it something else entirely? He can’t tell. All he can tell was that he will remain by your side till the end of his days in this inferno Hell. With your presence, he sees this place as his paradise and dare he say, Heaven. Your being counter all the negativity and dislikes he has here, that was how special and important you were to him

Alastor set your meal and his to a tray and teleported to your room. There you were. Even though you were merely sitting by the window, gazing out to all the hellish chaos and destruction, the serenity and tranquility radiates from you like a glowing beacon of light to his darkness

He bowed his head and form, an action that is as natural to him as breathing now after being in your presence for so long. He was dutiful and loyal, and he will remain as such in your eyes and mind. He wasted no time and set your meal before you on the table first, then he placed his own. With your attention on him and the soft smile on your face, he bowed once more and took his seat

In silence, the two of you ate your meals. Alastor would glance over to you from time to time, taking in your form. But his silence was also evidence of his guilty thoughts he harboured against your plan. From the start, he was affirmative in his goal to prove that he can lead Husk to the potential you see so he pushed Husk to the extreme just to get you results

Yet at the risk of losing his favour to you, and what’s more embarrassing was having that stemmed from the words of a lowly Sinner, well, he was just ashamed he nearly went through with it had you not make your appearance right then and there

No doubt you heard it all. No doubt you saw it all. No doubt you knew his thoughts. He was ashamed to face you and he saw this silence as a punishment. Not that he could decide his own punishment, that was all yours to decide, he has no say in the matter

He wondered if he managed to disturb another one of your plans when he stormed into Rosie’s shop that day. When he saw the three Overlords all sharing a hug with you, he felt oh so left out for some reason. He understands and figured it was for some plan of yours, but why can’t he followed along with you?

He cared not that Velvette was in the group, he cared that he wasn’t invited along your adventures like before your disappearance. It wasn’t long after your returned, now that you were in the hotel and more involved with the other Overlords for a grand plan of yours. There was barely any time for him to share with you as it is

The deer just feels so lonely without you, so left out without being by your side

“Silly deer, what are you thinking in their overcomplicated head of yours?” Your silky voice questioned, a tone he can get drunk on as his eyes dreamily closed. “That you wouldn’t even realize the position you’re in.”

That made his eyes snap open and nearly got up. That was a question he want answered too now that he realized the state he’s in. With you seated at the edge of the bed, and what’s more, him laying on your lap! “My Liege! I appologize for such a brazen—!”

“Shh…” Your fingers combed through his hair that made him purr from your delicate touch. You could practically feel his entire form melt and relax. You hummed with a smile. “Just relax and calm your head, you’ve worked hard.”

It wasn’t like you were ignorant of the way Alastor was acting, nor were you trying to make him jealous of your bonding time with other Overlords. But you just can’t help but giggle at his childish jealousy and envy

The way that he wanted to prove to you that he can raise Husk to be a worthy candidate to return into your collection yet doesn’t want his place threatened. To watch him struggle with this dilemma was unique to you

Rarely can you name someone with such loyalty and devotion to you like Alastor has

You’ve seen his story when he gave you his soul. His childhood was like any unfortunate child, an abusive father and a submissive but loving mother. A boy that wanted control and power to protect his caring mother did the unthinkable in human, a deed that gave him a one way ticket to Hell. No questions asked

His life path was challenging but he managed it quite well considering the faults he had and he was carrying such a dark secret of his killing while acting as an upstanding citizen in town. A radio host, one that’s famed and well loved. A serial killer, one that’s infamous and feared by all. The duality he managed to perfectly balance

In your eyes, Alastor got his power and control. The only time he lost that was his death, when he was mistaken as a deer in the forest in the dead of the night and shot through the head. A tragic end, a death that cuts his life so short, but it was death none the less. It discriminates no one and favours nothing, a fact that’s unchangeable

Still, the moment he entered Hell, a tidal wave washed through Pentagram City with Alastor’s arrival. He broadcasted his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone can bear witness to his ability, power, dominance, and cruelty. You still remember how ecstatic you were when you heard of such a character in Hell, even better when he was a new arrival

It came as no surprise when his powers went haywire and landed him somewhere he was more familiar with; a forest. You couldn’t ask for a better situation when his own power trapped him within the forest. That is what happens when one doesn’t fully understand their own powers before making a name for themselves. His powers and demon self was just protecting him

So you used this opportunity to teach him, nudge him in the right direction. As a character with such a need for control and dominance, you thought he’d never cave to submission. Imagine your surprise when he does the moment he saw you. You don’t understand it, where his devotion and sincerity came from and why you were the receiver

All you knew was that you liked it. You liked how Alastor thinks of you before himself, how his loyalty to you was not something you commanded or demanded of him, and how his commitment to you was from his dark cold heart. At times, when Alastor’s presence was around, you wonder why your other souls aren’t like him

But then… That’s why Alastor was the special one. That’s why Alastor is the favoured one in your Elite Collection

“Alastor…” You leaned down, brushing away his bangs that would hide that x-mark of his. A mark of his accidental death, truly, you thank whoever killed Alastor because it brought him to you. “You are so special.”

“My Liege, wh—!” Alastor’s eyes widened as he felt your soft lips touch his forehead, you were so close to him, so gentle. In his eyes, you were no devil or demon or a cursed being, you were an angel, you were his saviour. Even when he was in doubt of your actions and in himself, you were always there for him.

You straightened up as you gave him a smile, even with your eyes closed, you stared down at him. “Alastor, know that you will never be replaced in my collection.”

Alastor’s eyes closed. Shamelessly, he buried his face into your stomach as he hugged you by the waist, his legs curling around you to feel more of your presence. His ears pinned back as you continue to comb through his hair. “I’m sorry, I was… My mind was in a bad place… My Dear Liege.”

You hummed, “You’ve been doing well, pushing Husk hard to earn his spot back. It doesn’t mean you’re giving up yours.” You played with his ears, feeling his form shiver from your touch. “Anyone in my place can see that you are irreplaceable.”

While Alastor’s hold on you tightened from your words, your eyes opened with a glow as you announced to your sweet deer. “You are very special to me. You are my one and only.”

Note: And that's the Alastor moment. This is a bit of an intermission before we move onto something with Vox~ Question. Which Overlord do you wanna see more of: Zestial or Carmilla or both?

How'd you like this part?

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dreamsinmoonlight · 4 months

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Angel Massages

(Welp as promised, the sequel to Angel Cocoon, as voted on by the public. Rejoice!

Definitely didn't write most of this with my Adam plush on my lap, don't know what you're talking about

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam, angel!reader

Pairing: Adam x reader

Genre: Comfort, fluff (this time with a tiny bit more spice)

Summary: You deserve a medal for loving this idiot as much as you do. Aka Adam gets a massage and care.)

“This is your own fault you big goof.” The grumble you got in response was expected.

Mornings in heaven, with a lover like Adam, were pretty routine: you woke up, you found yourself encased in a cocoon of feathers and slightly squishy flesh, you'd end up laying there until finally the man himself decided to wake up, and then this. Without fail he woke up, blinking in that lazy sleepy way of his, and took note of your presence; this then turned into him giving one of those smug grins of his and holding you closer, rubbing his face against yours. This as always caused you to whine and complain, playfully of course, because of his stubble and you pushed at him to no avail as he stretched out his wings and you finally were able to a) see your room and b) get up.

“What babe, don't like a little early morning affection?” he asked, as if he didn't know exactly why you were trying to get free; he snickered and one hand found it's way further down, trailing down your body with obvious intent, “Maybe you'd prefer it a different way?”

Adam snickered and stuck out that tongue of his and you did your best to resist him, pushing at his chest. He was considerably larger and stronger than you, meaning he could easily hold you in place if he so wished, but he decided to be kind enough to let you get free and you shook your head at him. “You're incorrigible I swear.”

This made him laugh, and to say the sound of it didn't do things to you would be a lie. But you knew what was coming and like clockwork it did; he laughed and his wings stretched and then his expression turned annoyed and grumpy when the effects of sleeping with his wings wrapped around you two inevitably hit him. The soreness caused him to start whining loudly and lower the appendages, practically dragging them on the bed.

You sighed softly and climbed out of his lap, watching and listening to your giant manchild of a boyfriend complain. “Lay down already, Adam.”

“My wings are so sore,” he groaned, with the kind of tone you'd expect of if he was dying; it had occurred to you a while ago that to him, any sort of inconvenience was no different than that, a fact you were not sure if it was him exaggerating or actually so. It was always hard to tell.

You did your best to try not to laugh or smile too much at how he was acting, it tended to make him act out more and honestly you just wanted to make him feel better quickly so he'd go back to being his usual smug, grinning self. Again you sighed and got up, stepping around the bed to gently try to push him forward. “Adam, come on, please lay down.”

He continued his complaining but eventually did as you instructed, laying down with his wings stretched out. The first time you did this you had been struck with the beauty of his wings, to the point of distraction honestly; it was hard to concentrate when you're faced with something so pretty as those golden feathers on those long thin wings. The bed, large as it was and it was fairly big, couldn't really handle the full length of them so while they were not folded persay, they weren't actually entirely stretched out. You though were used to that and so was the crybaby continuing to act like it was the end of the universe and his wings were going to fall off or something.

For the thousandth time you thought about how much you loved this stupid, reckless, egotistical moron but aloud told him how this was his own fault before taking one of the wings gently in your hands and starting to manipulate it. You'd done this enough times, you knew exactly where to press and where to knead, and you couldn't resist smiling as you felt those warm feathers under your fingertips, the muscles and tendons and bones that all made up those magnificent wings; you felt them twitch and move, responding to even the lightest touch from you. You started near the middle and went outwards towards the tips, easing the tension out little by little before going inward again, moving towards there they joined into his back. It was a seamless point, as it was on all angels you suspected, but you moved it nevertheless, the way the soft down of Adam's wings became the warmth of his flesh and back as you moved to the other wing. You took your time and you bit your lip as you heard his complaints and whines and moans turn from pained and irritated to far more pleased. Maybe a little too pleased.

“God babe, you know how to make me feel good,” he groaned and the slight rumble to his voice could be felt down below.

“I'm not done yet,” you warned, feeling him shift and move, knowing that Adam had only a few true virtues and patience was 100% not one of them.

“Then go faster.” Not a request, a demand, and one you were going to ignore no matter what he said or did or made you feel with that voice of his.

“And risk your wings still being sore later? Besides we both know you like it when I go slow with this.” You smiled, feeling a bit playful as you continued what had become your morning routine; currently working on his own wing, going slow and deliberate as usual, you pressed your fingers into one particular spot, reveling in the reaction you knew you'd get.

You'd found it entirely by accident the first time, a little after this whole thing started, and usually you did your best to avoid touching it too much for this exact reason. It seemed to send a shock of electricity through his whole body and the noise that came from him was best described as “fuck yes”; his wings shuddered and stretched to their full length, causing one side to end up over the side of the bed and brushing against the carpet and the other side to very nearly slam directly into the wall. You managed to keep that one folded enough to avoid that disaster, that would have been counterproductive. Adam buried his face in the sheets and you were certain you heard swearing, he hated that you knew about that spot and hated it even more that you weren't afraid to use it for your own amusement and delight. But probably, you were certain, he hated it the most that his ears turned bright red and were not so easy to hide. There was definitely some growling and you leaned down to place a kiss between his shoulder blades with an angelic smile. It was easy since you were indeed an angel.

The fact he behaved after that was a miracle you were certain but not one that was going to end well for you. You knew too well your boyfriend, and you knew that while patience wasn't his strong suit, vengeance was. You took your time with his wings, enjoying every second of peace you got from this, knowing full well of what would happen next and doing your best to mitigate the damage. You completed your ministrations upon his wings and were about to massage his back, usually a good idea considering, but your hands never got close to touching that space again.

Despite his size Adam was a dangerously quick creature. He was dangerous in many ways as you knew. And the glint in his golden eyes as he managed, with agility and speed one wouldn't easily expect from someone like him, to pin you under him, his hands holding your wrists to the bed, it was enough to send your heart rate racing.

“You're a naughty girl making me wait, sugartits,” he spoke, his teeth showing in the shark grin he had now, that he so often had, “Lets see how you like it.”

His teeth found your neck and you let out only the smallest of complaints. Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't have teased him. Now it was going to be you who was sore.

Oh well.

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hollowtakami · 11 months

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FOR EVERY STAR

Keigo Takami x GN reader

CONTENT; flying around with Keigo, no hurt - just lots of fluffy times with our beloved bird boy, established relationship, pet names (birdie, baby bird, duckie)

WORD COUNT; 596

AUTHOR NOTE; if this is poorly written, it’s because it’s nearly 6am and I wrote this because I couldn’t sleep. Nonetheless, take care of yourself and remember that you’re loved <3

“You comfortable, birdie?” Keigo asked, you nestled safely in his arms as you flew through the twilight.

You nod, pressing your head further into his chest as he flew you around the city, skyscrapers standing tall and proud like the heroes that protected them, car lights moving in sync, people merging together and getting smaller as you got higher, up into the clouds and out of sight.

The breeze hugged you as your bodies cut through the white fluff, Keigo’s wings slicing it all the same. Your ear pressed gently against the fabric of his jacket and you swore you could hear the beating of his heart, ticking clockwork in such a beautiful body, so full of love for so many things, for you.

He’d offered to take you on a flight out of boredom, he’d said. Not that you complained, being close to him like this was what you lived for - night’s like these, nothing but the two of you and the stars, the world at a standstill. Stars looked down at you both like twinkling guardian angels and offered Keigo the light he needed to safely guide you through the night’s sky.

The moon, all-seeing, burned bright in the sea of darkness. The sound of the wind, the flap of Keigo’s wings, his breathing, his heartbeat - catharsis was gently whispering into your ears like a birdsong. After another difficult day, you needed this.

After a while, Keigo came to a stop, landing on the roof of a nearby skyscraper. You sat together on the ledge, the fear of falling looking up at you from the pavement below. It couldn’t reach you here, not with Keigo by your side.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Keigo whispered as your eyes fixed on the hole of light, not realising that Keigo wasn’t doing the same as you; he was looking at you.

It was nights like this that helped you see the beauty of the world, all that is worth staying for, even if it was the little things - stars, getting to wake up next to your partner, wrapped in the warmth of his wings just like you were now.

“The world is so wonderful right now,” You smile to yourself, turning to face Keigo, who stared at you with nothing but such an overwhelming amount of awe.

“You’re wonderful, baby bird,” Keigo said, “You’re worth so much.”

When Keigo spoke like that, you knew he meant it. You rested your head on his shoulder, a silent thanks. The beauty of stars can do that to people, make them feel so vulnerable, alive.

“I know you’ve been struggling, duckie. I swear, for every star in the sky, I’ll do my best to find their light in your eyes again.”

The stars shone brighter in that moment. Your heart felt every word Keigo said, and hugged them tightly. You didn’t need to say anything, you couldn’t. Today was tough, your words were already gone. So, you relied on your actions; hugging Keigo’s side, taking his gloved hand in yours and squeezing it - you loved Keigo, and you’d pour your heart out to show it to him.

“I want you to know that tomorrow is gonna be so beautiful, because you’re still here.”

The stars twinkle in agreement.

“Let’s get you home, birdie. You need rest,” Keigo held you closer to him, lifting you off the ground. Tonight’s flight was shorter than most, but all those loving words hung in the sky with the stars and the moon, creating a heaven for you both to fly home through.

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brumeraven · 2 months

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🦋: Tombstone Keys || dolls, commoditization, abandonment, conformity, mutilation, transformations, violence, gods?, angels?, curious to know if anyone gets the title since it's fairly obscure and opaque

It's funny, isn't it? What is and isn't fashionable. Changes with the weather sometimes, others times things stick like glue.

There aren't many dolls left anymore. Not much use for them since the gig economy took over.

The doll aesthetic, though?

So hot right now.

Can't go a minute in a sleepy village without seeing a girl with porcelain mask or clockwork gloves or something else "dollcore."

Sometimes a literal doll core, showing oh-so-coyly from a provocatively low neckline, elegant crystal facets nestled in between so much garish flesh.

I grimaced as just such a number went mincing by, sundress all embroidered with primroses, hair coiffed and topped with a canted, raffish arrangement neither quite fascinator nor derby hat. All that kept it from being chintzy was the price tag with more zeros than class.

It might have been a convincing display, if not for her airs.

While a doll might once have been bedecked so by its owner, any would have done all it could to avoid notice, even in such an getup. Certainly, none would have walked with so much...heaving and jiggling of flesh.

I brushed the thoughts away as I followed the girl down the street. There is, of course, no accounting for taste, and yet that saying is so rarely afforded to the more daring of us, those who actually broke norms.

Like it or not, dolls were "in." Or at least their aesthetic was.

Only problem is they weren't made anymore. Hadn't been for decades. On the other hand, given the number produced, it was easy to find old stock to break down for parts.

First, it was just the broken and worthless, of course, but then, well, fashion demands nothing but the best.

Flesh might decay, but dolls never did.

The thought brought with it bitter awareness of the once-taught skin that now sagged and slumped tiredly about my face.

Dolls just...went on existing, no matter what changed, untouched by the passing of the years.

Buyers started scouting estate sales and secondhand stores, desperate to find anywhere a well-maintained family heirloom might have been carelessly tossed out, hungry for the payday such a find could bring, like so many vultures...no, vultures ate carrion; these were predators.

Then, of course, the market caught on, as it always does, and deals became rare as the pickings became slim. There's only so long you can drain an irreplaceable resource before prices skyrocket.

The cheap knock-offs from overseas were simply no match for the real, vintage item.

This girl, well, she clearly had the means to afford it. The parts she wore were pristine, or had been before they'd been scalped. My fingers clenched, not as smoothly as they once had, true, but still with a force than belied their gnarled form.

It was revolting. Sacrilegious. Dolls had been marvels of engineering, masterpieces of ingenuity. Beautiful, yes, but not for porcelain shells and glittering cores. Beautiful because they were a thing made for a purpose, made to last, effective and graceful no matter the task.

The beauty lay in how they'd been made with such care by human hands, the ineffable meeting of the mundane and the sacred.

No, not the mundane...for dolls were not mortal, purposeless things, cursed with free-will and the capacity for sin. Dolls were created, yes, but divine.

Dolls were as angels, wheeled, mechanical things of inerrant purpose and inscrutable construction.

Angels on whom God had turned His back.

Angels now cast from heaven for the sin of having shining wings that pleased the eye, no matter they'd once been used to fly.

She turned to face me, eye vacant, smile vacuous, devoid of everything but life.

I shut my eyes, trying to forgive her sins. It had been her hunger that destroyed, if not her hands.

I didn't fear death as she did. Nonexistence was simply that. This fate, though, how much worse?

That a thing once given purpose might be hacked apart and used as but aesthetic trappings?

I could think of no worse fate.

A pity I couldn't inflict it on her. She'd been made for no reason but a grunting, sweaty collision of flesh, some tepid spurts of what passed for passion.

If anything, well, I'd done her a favor.

The thought amused me as I made the switch, peeled the near-putrid skin off my frame and replaced it with her face and hands.

Some creators found meaning in their creations, whether they wanted to or not.

~🦋

#empty spaces #microfiction #writing #fiction #dollposting #dolls #commoditization #abandonment #conformity #mutilation #transformations #violence #gods?#angels?#curious to know if anyone gets the title since it's fairly obscure and opaque

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kaeyx · 11 months

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FUCK YEAH BRING THE ANGEL!CHUUYA X READER X DEMON!DAZAI PROMPT BAAAACK

working off 2 days without sleep and knowing I have a huge project due tomorrow bear with me.

Dazai has to be surely good at making something of an aphrodisiac. slip it into yours and chuuyas drink to watch how the two of you struggle. chuuya doesn't know what's happening. he's been so unaware of everything about bodily changes in idea that it's impure that he isn't at all sure why his cock is suddenly so painfully hard.

but meanwhile dazai, oh dazai. he's sitting you on his lap, gently rubbing you through your clothes and smirking up at chuuya. he knows it's difficult for the other, and he knows hearing your moans and desperate whimpers would spur anyone on. especially the angel who's so in denial about his feelings towards you.

he'll invite chuuya to join in. who's quick to decline. but the aphrodisiac type effect only gets worse over time. he's sweating, panting, his face is flushed and he's gripping at his own clothing to try and stabilise himself. he's trying to cover the fact he has a boner, trying to cover the darker stain where the head of his dick is.

dazai who takes an opportunity to carry you to bed, dragging chuuya with him. he ties you up spread nicely so chuuya can see everything he tries so hard to get out of his mind. it's a sin to him. he has to watch and slowly crack under pressure as dazai teases you with the tip of his tail. and fuck if it isn't like clockwork the way he hesitantly yet slowly undresses himself.

he doesn't know why he's so compelled to do this. why he's letting dazai guide him over and why he's letting a demon so carefully line his dick up with your hole.

but god does it feel good.

chuuya doesn't mean to gasp like that when he slides inside, spewing out apologies and thank yous for letting him do this. he hopes it doesn't hurt you too much.

dazai is having the time of his life. you're both so pathetic like this, he can't help himself when his claws hold chuuyas waist to slam him into you fully. he doesn't care if you're ready. he doesn't care if chuuya wasn't ready.

he finds it amusing, arousing too, the way its so obvious chuuya still views it as a sin. the way its so obvious you're regretfully enjoying this. the way you both need this.

hes happily helping chuuya set a pace, making sure to use his own tail to jack himself off. he wants attention too, but his priorities are elsewhere. and god does he adore to help.

chuuya is already so close. this feeling is so new to him, he doesn't know what's happening, he's still apologising, letting out low whimpers and pants. he can't stop to breathe, dazai won't let him. all he can do is whisper through whines that he's sorry. cup your cheek and wrap a wing around you as he cums into you.

but its not like one release was enough for him. dazais aphrodisiac was strong. and he still needs you to build a release at least once. he's not sure where to touch, what to do with your body. but its a great time to learn.

🌱

🌱 anon you are a blessing. A godsend. This is so fucking hot

#dazai.bsd #chuuya.bsd #angel!chuuya #demon!dazai #🌱 anon

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deancasbigbang · 1 year

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Title: Blood of the Lamb

Author: shatteredafteryou

Artist: ImpMakesArt

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, brief Dean/Cassie, brief Dean/Anna, past Dean/Male OC (very PG), mentioned Dean/Lisa, mentioned Sam/Ruby

Length: 60000

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Canon typical violence, suicidal ideation, mental health issues, alcoholism, mentioned child abuse, (internalised) homophobia

Tags: angst with a happy ending, coming out, canon-divergent

Posting Date: November 7, 2023

Summary: Dean has never had a space, he could just be himself until one summer in Missouri where he meets Cassie who takes him under her wing. For a few short months he can express himself the way he wants to and experiences what a normal life could look like. When he reunites with his family he has to reconcile this with the version he is with them and face the problems he's ignored before, all while there is an apocalypse underway. A certain angel showing up might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

(A Dean-centric retelling of S1-5).

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

Excerpt: Twenty-six is the year a lot of things change for Dean. He has to meticulously redo Baby’s paint job twice; once because some idiot scratches it while it’s parked on a side road in Chicago and once because the paint cracks as the car gets sent straight into a telephone pole by a vengeful spirit. Destiny’s Child announce their split and it makes him think of Cassie, dancing to their hits in her underwear. It’s the year he sneaks into a western and sees two cowboys kiss on screen and Dean thinks about leaving after that, but he doesn’t, instead crying into his popcorn in the back row.

Twenty-six is the year Dean does not get a text message from John for a couple of days after he left for a hunt and that miraculously and inexplicably, leads to getting Sam back.

Working with Sam is like clockwork. When they hunt together, they move as one, their steps synchronized by years of bone-deep practice, their looks expressive in a way they usually are not. Even after years apart, they fall back into their rhythm. Whatever happens on a hunt the wheels keep on turning.

Outside of it, is a whole different story.

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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pinksunsetsandstarrynights · 3 months

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Acting All Holy, When You Know I'm Full Of Holes

@adamsappleweek

Day 1 Prompt: Forbidden Fruit/Wings

Thank you adroitluska for looking this over and for encouraging me to write again.

Summary: In which Lucifer is depressed, newly single, and shares my terrible taste in men.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56735317

Extermination Day had always been a source of misery for Lucifer ever since he signed the agreement with Heaven. Lilith had never forgiven him for sanctioning the yearly divine slaughter. Every year - like clockwork - once the screams began, she would verbally torment him. Making the suppressed feelings of self-loathing and guilt bubble up within him until he felt like he could just burst. He would stay and listen to the vitriol that festered in her mind since the previous Extermination. He let her take her metaphorical pound of flesh every time. He allowed Sinners' blood to drench Pride in bright red, caused their tender-hearted daughter's muffled sobs, and made his Queen powerless to stop the madness. Lucifer brought this misery upon them all. He deserved this.

But one day, it seemed that Lilith was done trying to punish him, she was just gone. Without a word to anyone, not even Charlie. Only a gold ring was left on his nightstand.

She was gone and he was left adrift.

Charlie was grown, determined to find her own way far from him. Friends and colleagues had come calling, when the wound was fresh, but were sent away often enough that they stopped bothering at all. The staff was dismissed. Why put in the effort to make the palace presentable there was no one to entertain?

Lucifer locked himself inside his workshop, crafting rubber ducks to pass the hours by. Hundreds, thousands, millions of little yellow friends eventually filled the room. A poor distraction from the ache inside him.

Time moved quickly without his notice and too soon it was Extermination Day once again. The screams of the damned rose, echoing throughout the palace. Without Lilith and Charlie's presence, they seemed louder than they had ever been before. Memories of Lilith's past tirades surfaced. The sweet little ducks were not enough to drown them out. Despite her absence, Lilith's wrath still demanded to be felt. What made Lucifer believe he would be spared this year?

There was no peace that night and he knew this new day would continue to be a nightmare.

Lucifer forced himself to leave his sanctuary and step outside for the first time since Lilith's disappearance. A summons from Heaven could not be ignored. No matter how wretched he felt.

To spare himself a gruesome walk through Pentagram City, Lucifer created a portal leading to the lobby of Heaven's Embassy and stepped through. He wandered across the eerily silent room toward the front desk. He signed in and within seconds, one of the meeting room entrances opened.

Lucifer took a deep breath and plastered a smile on his face. It would not do for the King of Hell to appear distraught in front of an angelic emissary. Especially when this would be the first post Extermination meeting without the Queen by his side.

As in previous years, when Lucifer entered the meeting chamber, he was met with the sight of the commander of the Exorcist Angels, the first man Adam casually eating snacks. His loyal lieutenant stood guard attentively as he did so. A scowl was etched upon the mask on the woman’s face, not that Lucifer had ever seen her with any other expression since she started accompanying Adam to these meetings. His eyes only lingered on her for a few seconds before refocusing on her Commander. The First Man leaned back into his chair, and with a mouth full of popcorn commented, “So, no Queen Bitch today?”

Lucifer’s grip on his cane tightened. Of course Adam would notice Lilith’s absence; the man wasn’t the brightest, but he wasn’t a complete idiot either. “No,” he replied as evenly as he could. “No, she couldn’t make it.”

“So… she’s in the middle of shark week,” Adam inferred before taking an obnoxiously loud sip of his drink. “Can’t say I’ll miss the cunt.” His lieutenant nodded solemnly in agreement. As expected from the mindless little follower.

Lucifer frowned at the disrespect, but said nothing. He knew taking the bait would just spur Adam to throw more insults on Lilith’s name and he wasn’t in the right headspace to deal with that. No matter how conflicted the thought of Lilith made him.

Adam shrugged at the lack of response and gestured at the seat on the opposite end. “Well, hurry up and move your ass! We don’t have all fucking day, you know!”

Lucifer allowed himself to roll his eyes at that. The angels had nothing but time the first twenty-four hours after Extermination and they all knew it. Still, he took his proper seat and mentally prepared himself for a long meeting. He already missed Lilith’s subtle attempts to distract him from Adam’s tales of his weekend escapades, how she would hold his hand under the table, or how she would tease him by caressing his upper thigh, oh so close to his groin. Her way of making it up to him.

POP!

Lucifer flinched at the sound that forcibly ripped him away from pleasant memories and glared at the origin. If only looks could kill… Well, they could, if Adam wasn’t a holographic projection.

The angel wore a smug grin at Lucifer’s displeasure and blew another neon pink bubble with his gum. It grew larger and larger until-

POP!

Lucifer couldn’t stop himself from flinching again, despite knowing what was coming. His claws dug into his palms as Adam laughed. Fortunately, the laughter quickly ended and the bastard started bragging about how well his last concert went. He quietly sighed and rested his cheek on his hand. He watched Adam closely, to give some semblance that he wasn’t just ignoring everything he was saying, though he absolutely was.

He will say this about Adam, the man was certainly animated when telling a story. The angel would use broad hand gestures and imitate the cadences and speech patterns of the people mentioned. It reminded him a bit of the old days in Eden, back when he used to happily indulge Adam when he told stories about the newest animal he found and named that day. Though a key difference - not counting the unkind undertone in his storytelling - would be the addition of Adam’s golden wings.

Those wings were usually tucked in against Adam’s sides like a bird instead of against his back like other winged bipeds. Honestly, they gave Lucifer the impression that they belonged to a round and cute fancy pigeon rather than Adam of all angels. Right now those wings were fluttering, matching Adam’s enthusiasm as he spoke about… seeing a woman named Janis perform? It didn’t matter. Those feathers glinted like treasure as they moved, fluffing up before settling down again.

Lucifer wondered if they were as soft as they looked.

THUD!

Lucifer flinched, but this time he did not glare at Adam. Instead, his irritation was directed at the lieutenant with an iron grip on her spear, who glared right back at him.

"...So that should about cover everything. Any questions? No? Awesome. See you next year, asshole!"

It was over already?

"Come on, Dangertits!"

Wait-!

There was a flash of light and both angels were gone.

Lucifer, once more, was left adrift.

The following year passed painstakingly slow. Dust gathered all over the unused rooms of the palace. His concentration was left undisturbed from the outside world. Piles of rubber ducks gradually filled up his workshop. The monotony was only broken up when he came up with errands to use as an excuse to call Charlie. He could tell she was slowly becoming impatient with his nonsense. So he tried to limit his calls further.

Then finally, Extermination Day came again. Lucifer didn't bother to craft any ducks. He quietly endured the screams and the memories of Lilith's disappointment with him. Soon, it'll be over.

And it was.

Hell was silent as a corpse until he spotted Charlie's signal in the sky. Then slowly, the Pride Ring came back to life once more.

But not for Lucifer, at least not quite yet. As soon as he received the summons, he portalled himself inside the embassy. Right next to the front desk. Usually, he appeared near the entrance of the building in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. He didn't feel that desire this year.

He refused to think of the reason why that would be.

After checking in, he briskly entered the meeting room. Same as last year, Adam was eating and his lieutenant stood near him, only this time her hand was tightly gripping the hilt of a sheathed sword. Cute. She was trying to be intimidating this year.

Lucifer took his seat without prompting and, unfortunately, Adam felt the need to comment, "I see Queenie is a no-show again." He scoffed, "Just like her to bail when things refuse to go her way."

Lucifer took a breath and counted to ten. "Adam, can we please get started on this meeting?"

Adam frowned, "Lute, give him the girls' stats." Lute - so that was her name - stepped forward and began her report. It was dryer than usual without her commander's commentary. Instead, Adam was hunched over his meal and taking angry bites out of his burger. So, he was ignoring them to pout?

Good.

Let Adam fume over the fact that he couldn't use Lilith to needle him. Lucifer allowed himself to grin at those ruffled gold feathers. He glanced over to Lute and found her glaring at him.

"Oh, why did you stop? That couldn't have been the end of your report," he questioned with faux innocence. The Exorcist growled back, just barely holding back her acerbic tongue.

"Lute, just finish the fucking report!" Adam snapped. "We have better shit to do than hang around this loser!"

Fuck you too, Adam.

Lute straightened up. "Yes, sir." And like the obedient soldier she was, Lute quickly summarized the resr of the report. Too quickly, for Lucifer's tastes.

"Fucking finally! Let's go!"

Lucifer didn't get a chance to get a word in edgewise before the angels vanished. The meeting room was suddenly colder with their absence. He sighed and teleported himself back to his workshop.

The next three post-Extermination meetings would go similarly. It was routine by now, but Lucifer was comfortable with it. Adam would try his best to provoke Lucifer by taking increasingly harsher jabs at Lilith, which never worked. Though unlike with the second meeting, Adam would move on to the next topic and Lucifer, in turn, would start to tune him out. He wouldn't completely ignore Adam, he would pay close attention to how the angel moved, to the subtle ways those wings gave away his mood. Then the lieutenant, Flute or something another like that, would distract Lucifer on purpose. Overprotective little zealot, wasn't she? Usually by the time those interruptions occurred, the meetings were already coming to an end. Then they would leave with nary a thought for him and Lucifer would be left alone, again.

This latest meeting was following routine, with Lucifer watching Adam as he praised a bakery he and Lute recently found that was run by a Winner with bug-like features. It was nice seeing the Exorcist Commander be enthusiastic over something other than the slaughter of Sinners. Be it food, music, or even his fleeting nightly visitors; it was good to see Adam be human. Lucifer had missed that, having spent years viewing the first man as nothing more than a genocidal militant. He smiled as he listened to Adam describe the different ways the bakery owner - Milly? - decorated her cakes. They sounded fantastical, especially to have been made by hand as Adam claimed. He could see the bakery clearly in his mind, Adam introducing him to Milly and telling him about the best treats on the menu as he led him around like how he used to in Eden whenever he wanted to share his favorite spots with Lucifer. He wanted that. He missed the warmth of Adam’s hand in his.

Lucifer froze and his cane slipped from his grasp, clattering loudly onto the marble floor.

“Lucifer?” Adam stopped his story to ask, “The fuck is up with you?” Even Lute seemed taken aback by the sound. Ha! Served her right.

“I- uh… I have to go,” Lucifer stammered.

“Hold on, we’re not-!” He didn’t hear the rest as he was engulfed by his red magic, letting it take him far from the embassy. The King of Hell appeared in his workshop, breathing heavily. He knew he would be hearing from the Angelic Council soon for his abrupt departure, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he just realized that he was catching feelings, for Adam of all people in the entire universe!

Lucifer tugged at his hair and groaned. What was wrong with him?! Hadn’t he learned from his failed marriage to Lilith and brief moments with Eve? Hell, even from his friendship with Adam back in Eden! Feelings toward the first humans had a tenacity to hurt him in the end.

He couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

Lucifer threw himself into crafting more ducks and emptied his mind of the ordeal. He was left undisturbed for a year. Not even Heaven summoned him to be reprimanded. He didn’t think much of it, too busy adding the finishing touches to a little duck with long black horns.

Extermination Day was upon him again sooner than he’d like. The seventh one since Lilith left, since he started attending these meetings alone, and since he started paying attention to Adam. At least a little bit, at first. But that had been enough, and ever since Lucifer had subconsciously let Adam get under his skin. It was pathetic. He knew Adam didn’t care for him, the man could barely tolerate being in the same room as Lucifer every year.

He couldn’t meet with Adam and Lute this year.

Lucifer wasn’t ready.

He glanced at his phone and picked it up.

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Staring at the drastically lower number on the embassy’s clocktower told Lucifer everything he needed to know about how Charlie’s meeting went. He should have never sent her. He should have just sucked it up and gone to the meeting. He could have made up an excuse for his actions last year, dealt with a bit of mocking from Adam, and moved on from there.

But no, now Hell was on the brink of diplomatic disaster with Heaven. All because Lucifer panicked over a tiny crush. How pitiful.

A notification from his phone pulled Lucifer from his lament. He gave it a quick look and his eyes widened. It was a summons to the embassy.

Shit.

Lucifer instantaneously teleported himself to the embassy, he didn’t even bother to grab his hat or coat before leaving. The front desk was empty as usual, but there was no check in list. Instead, the doors leading to the meeting room were wide open. He entered after a moment’s hesitation.

Seated at the end of the table was Adam, with Lute being noticeably absent. The Exorcist Commander looked furious. “Sit your ass down, Lucifer.”

Perturbed, though he didn’t show it, Lucifer took his usual seat. “Adam-”

“What the actual fuck were you thinking?!” Adam interrupted him. “What made you think sending the Princess was a fucking great idea?” He threw several papers down Lucifer’s way.

Lucifer reached out and picked them up. They were drawings done in crayon, of angels and demons holding hands in front of a building. The Hazbin Hotel. Oh Charlie… He really did throw his poor girl to the wolves by sending her here.

“Adam, I didn’t know she was going to do this,” Lucifer spoke with an even tone. “She was only supposed to get your report of this year’s Extermination, same as we do every year.”

“Well you picked a pretty fucking shitty year to let Little Miss Sunshine and Rainbows practice her diplomacy,” Adam snapped back. “I needed to speak to you, Lucifer.”

Lucifer straightened up, Adam was rarely serious. “I take it this has to do with the next Extermination coming in six months.”

Adam nodded. “One of my girls went missing. Lute and I found her body after the meeting. Her head was gone.”

That… that was not good. Relations had always been tense between Heaven and Hell, but this, this could lead to war. Two Exterminations a year was barely more than a slap on the wrist in comparison. “What do you need me to do?”

The angel stood up and approached him. “This upcoming Extermination is still happening, but I need to know who the fuck killed Reed and how.”

Fair enough. They both understood this couldn’t be allowed to happen again. “I’ll personally look into this, and… and I’ll find Reed's head for you.” Adam didn’t verbally respond, but his shoulders did relax a bit.

“And one more thing, don’t send your kid to any of our future meetings,” Adam tiredly requested. “I just got used to seeing your dumbass face every year.”

Lucifer took a sharp breath. “Ad-”

A white glowing portal opened behind the Exorcist. With grin and a wink, Adam called out as he left, “I'll see you in six months.”

Then Adam was gone, there was potential war on the horizon, and not to mention Lucifer needed to talk to Charlie...

A glint caught his eye. A golden feather. He kneeled down to pick it up. He smiled, it was softer than he ever imagined.

Lucifer had a lot of work to do, but for the first time since Lilith left, he believed could handle it on his own.

#adamsapple week 2024 #Adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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scary-lasagna · 9 months

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I just finished watching what if, and I was wondering, what if the creeps never became The creeps? What do you think they would be?

angry bc i typed all of this out and tumblr ATE all of my words (my phone turned off and it didn’t save and it was completely my fault) and i am SUING tumblr

Jeff - After living off of his parents for a while, he got a full time job at an animal shelter. He creates music on the side and has a handful of followers. He never talks to his family. He’s made his own between people he’s met online and friends he’s made in real life.

Liu - As the oldest, his parents pressured him into college. He pursued a law degree, and attempts to call Jeff often. Jeff always pretends to be working, busy, or doesn’t have his phone on him. He’s a lot more successful than his brother, being a popular lawyer and all, and even keeps in contact with his parents.

Jane - Became a healthy dose of a Government hired P.I. She’s amazing at her job and anyone from her childhood would never be able to recognize her. Jeff ran into her while she was stationed in her hometown for a brief moment. But she still hasn’t forgiven him for ruining her chance with Liu. It was nice to see him again. Maybe in another universe they’ll actually like each other.

Nina - She does fashion on the side, and hops from job to job, mostly in the fashion and makeup industry. She’s not quite sure where she wants to go in life.

Eyeless Jack - Carried onto pursuing his major as a surgeon. When the incident happened he was already in school, halfway through the path of a lifelong dream of his. After school, he’s one of the top surgeons in the state.

Ben - Just some dude in IT. He works for a cable company, and helps old ladies connect to the internet or restart their router from his cubicle. By the ghoul possessing his brain from the whole cult incident, it created a super-genius tech savvy ghost. But without it, he’s just some guy that grew up with an N64 and a love for computers. He also plays a lot of PC games, and has a discord of online friends. His best friend across the country works in an animal shelter and is free in the early hours of the morning.

Tim/Brian - Continued through college and lives a normal life on the daily. Brian has a major in film history, and Tim graduated with a psychology degree.

Toby - Lyra still ended up dying somehow, but as a less exciting meningitis case as opposed to a car crash caused by Slender. Toby still stood up to his father, and ended up escaping with his mom to a new life not too long after. He has a degree in childcare and works with kids, he also has a nice girlfriend that he’ll marry one day.

Kate - Full-time baker. After moving out of the woods of West Virginia, she moved across the country into a small city where a baker took her under her wing. She was taught how to bake, make coffee, and run a shop. They eventually fell in love and got married. :)

Clockwork - The baker. She opened a shop in the city to escape her abusive home. It was a hit with cute animal themed bread biscuits and cakes.

Laughing Jack - Technically he was an angel gifted to Isaac, but maybe in a normal universe he was part of a traveling circus in the 1800s. Maybe in a normal universe he kept his colors.

Lost Silver - A repair tech. He has his own little shop in a rather large mall. He fixes phones, computers, gaming systems, he’ll even dabble with lights and TVs. The shop doubles as a card shop where people can play retro arcade games and pokemon tournaments.

Jason - A Universal Studios imagineer. He has unlimited potential for his ideas, and has one of the best animatronics worldwide, sporting for $19.2M. A human-like animatronic, taking on the role of a puppeteer that controls small marionettes.

Helen - A quite popular self-taught artist on the east coast, but on the side he paints murals on the sides of buildings for businesses. He moved to America with his grandparents after the bullying in his homeland got too terrible to handle. His mother got the help she needed.

Hobo Heart - A pop-emo heart-throb of the Y2Ks. He got his heart broken and never let it go. Created a hit song about catching his girlfriend cheating and calling a cab, while he’s taking a smoke, and she’s taking a drag. And he’s going to bed and his stomach is siiiick, now she takes off her dress now-

Sally - Destroyed the monarchy and grew up to become the president of England. Achieved world peace. She still has tea parties. ALT: Became the CEO of a sock puppet company.

#did y’all like what i did with jane #yeah it hurt me too #creeypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #creepypasta au #normal life au

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whereserpentswalk · 2 months

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Do you know what it looks like when powerful things, truly powerful things die? When something massive, with abilities beyond mortal power, ends its life.

When giants know it's their time to die they lay down, useally in a forest. It takes awhile to kill a giant, even when wounded they have days to prepare. They lay down so that nothing will be crushed by their fall. They have mo burial rituals, it would require too much space. It's like a whale fall when they die, the wild dogs and birds will spend weeks, mabye months feasting on their flesh. Humans and their kin can take from them too, their skin is sturdy, their organs fertilize the earth, and their bones are as hard as steel, and can be used for building or for arms. Some of the oldest cities were once towns built in giant skeletons. Both good and bad giants accept their deaths, it's in their nature.

Witches and warlocks always die the opposite way. They're stubborn, of course they are, they think the can master death itself. They make themselves all sorts of horrible things to ward off their own death, from great machines of clockwork and rhythm, to changes to their bodies to save themselves, twisting their forms into truely inhuman things. They say this is part of why so many witches and warlocks grow to such an old age, but they are still mortal at heart, most of them human by birth, though by old age they will hardly seem human, perhaps hardly seem like something of this world at all. Dying warlocks and witches always deny their own deaths, and to meet one is to witness something horrifying yet miserable. They say there was a warlock king who spent his last centuries chained to a gilded throne, unable to move, eating the souls of lesser mages to keep his own soul from passing on.

Dragons die the most destructive deaths. They are beings of fire and ash, and their bodies do not beyray that notion in their doom. Wherever they fall, they will light their surroundings ablaze, burning fields and forests, burning even oceans and lakes. Their blood will poison most life, but the life that survives is changed, flowers become thorny and hot to the touch, birds lose their feathers and grow leathery wings, snakes and lizards and crocodiles grown into wyms and drakes. And those humans and elves who survive a dragonfall but feel it's firey blood become vampires, the freshest and strongest vampires the world ever sees, more powerful and deadly than vampires turned by the bite of their own kind.

When angels die it is their own choice. They don't useally do it, but sometimes they are compelled to. Some wish to join mortal lovers and freinds who have passed, some are merely board or saddened by the world, and some; those who are born to the darkest of gods, are commanded to. They'll useally go to a city center or on top a holy place to do it, and they'll just stand or kneel where they wish to pass, and wait and their radiant bodies turn to stone or metal. They just look like statues after that, after a few generations they are useally thought to be.

Devils and faeries die the strangest deaths. Sometimes they choose to, sometimes they just know they're dying. They'll walk off to somewhere where nobody can see them, and than they just won't be there. Nobody even sees them disappear. They'll just walk into another room, and when you follow them they won't be there, like they were never there at all.

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super specific but any HCs for High Noon Viktor with his anti-villain good doctor tragedy and an f!reader angel seeking to help him escape Morde's clutches? 🫣 if you just wanna be fluffy or smutty that is A-OKAY. cowboy love...

I know you said headcanons but something about the high noon universe just Gets me. Like. Mankind brings down heaven by his own greed and picks over its corpse for profit, the Devil's are all here because Hell is too crowded these days, there's a TRAIN to HELL called the SULFUR RAIL, how insanely metal is that?? AND there's cowboys as well!!

High Noon!Viktor with an Angel!S/O

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It's always warm in the depths of the engine room, the infernal heat of the Sulfur Rail blistering the very air. Still, it's your only way in without attracting the Mechanical Devil's attention, so you bear with the heat. There's few ways onto the Rail without a ticket–likely, the Mechanical Devil didn't think there was any angel left with the kind of grace left in them to bear the heat of hell itself. This service hatch is designed for Viktor’s automatons, clockwork stuffed with the soul of a sinner to make it tick, but you tuck your wings down and squeeze through. The worker's don't pay you any mind–the dead rarely do, even ones denied their rest such as them.

Viktor's study in the tail end of the engine car, all gilded silver and glamor, as if shining the bars of a cage can make it feel like home. You slide open the door, and he's where he always is–hunched over his desk, careful hands busy forging cogs and springs to hold a human soul. He doesn't look up as you slide the door closed behind you. “I don't appreciate interruptions,” he says tersely. “You may tell Mordekaiser that it will be ready when it is ready, and if he sends another messenger he should also provide a bag for me to send their heads back in.”

You lean over his shoulder. “Sounds like you could use a break.”

He fumbles the clockwork in surprise, eyes wide as he looks at you. “Angel,” he breathes, reaching out to cup your face. You press your cheek into his gloved palm, smiling.

“I missed you,” you say softly, reaching up to thread your fingers through his. His eyes flit over your face as if he's not truly sure you're there, bright eyes and pale lashes, before his eyes narrow.

“You know it's dangerous for you to be here,” he says, swiftly standing, his work forgotten on the desk. He grips your shoulders and if you didn't know him, he might even look ominous with how he looms over you, the intent look in his brass-bright eyes.

“No, it's dangerous for me to get here,” you correct easily. “But since I didn't get blasted out of the sky on the way, I figure I'm in the clear. Nobody ever comes to visit you, I hear, though if that's the attitude you take I ain't surprised.”

For a long moment, you simply lock eyes, your determination to his increasing exasperation. Then he sighs, sits back down, strips his gloves off and offers you his hands, scarred palms up. His skin is silvery with burns from the infernal metal and rough with the callous of machinery work, and the story of his life in the tips of his fingers. “Do as you will, Angel.”

You place your hands in his, wings flaring bright behind you as you gather your grace–thin and fading compared to ages past, but probably the closest thing this world still has to divinity since Heaven fell. At once, the shackles of his deal appear, burning red with infernal iron around his wrists. If it were any other devil, you might be able to find some loophole, some chink in the binding you could exploit–but this is Mordekaiser, and the runes burnt into his manacles are airtight. His very soul is bound to this train, to this work, by the contract he agreed to, for the last piece of a life's work he didn't realize he'd never get to use for anything but the Devil's bidding. No, the only way free for your love is by the might of Heaven–or as much as you can muster from scavenging its bones.

“What did you find this time, my love?” Viktor asks, watching your light sear into the shackles.

“Bars from the gate, bought on auction. Wings from a fallen angel, not-so-willingly given. Grace on tap from the distillery, and feathers from the fall,” you list. The grandest parts of heaven were already spoken for, shipped east to the cities or south to Hell–or warped into the infernal machine you stand upon. The shackles burn bright as the sun, humming with energy that rises in pitch and brightness until–the runes crackle with red light, and the glow fades as your grace subsides, finding no traction in his deal with which to stay. Your shoulders slump–disappointment is a familiar taste in your mouth, but that doesn't make it any less bitter.

Viktor turns his hands upwards to catch yours, clasping your hands. “It’s alright,” he says, voice soft. “I'm alright.”

“I'll get it,” you swear, voice low and full of promise. “I swear. I'll get you out of here.”

He pulls you in, and you go willingly, settling into his lap and letting him wrap you in his arms. “It is enough that I get to spend this time with you,” he murmurs into your hair. You lean back, wings flaring for balance, and reach for the clasps that hold his mask in place. He kisses you as soon as the gilded covering is put aside, and you never much felt at home in Heaven but you think this is what it was supposed to feel like. Like warmth and hope and love, like there isn't anywhere in all of creation you'd rather be. You card your hands through his hair, and he leaves burning kisses down your throat. His hands drift to your thighs, and you yelp as he stands suddenly, your wings flaring for balance as you cling to him. He doesn't go far, depositing you on bed in the corner.

“Vik–” you begin to say, only to pause as he sinks to his knees before you, hands warm on your thighs. Your skirts are rucked up and the picture he makes is a pretty enough one to make you flush, what feels like down to your wingtips.

“I have divinity in my bed, Angel,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses your thigh right above where your stockings end, gazing up at you from under those pretty eyelashes of his. “It's only right I worship, hm?”

#anyways hi im back #i started replaying elden ring and i feel like i just came out of a coma #what day is it. what year is it. why are the furnace golems so hard.#requests #league of legends x reader #league x reader #leauge of legends #reader fic #x reader #reader #viktor lol

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