#lilith reblog

[b0tster]

hey all!

just wanted to say that due to the personal stuff that happened last month i am very behind on commissions, so i wont be opening slots this month to catch up, sorry about that!

[b0tster]

i love how every company put wheatley in charge of their assistant programs im sure nothing bad will happen from that

got a major pest problem this year actually

[stars-and-birds]

Dana’s last ‘fuck you’ to Disney

He/they collector

Genderqueer/bi-gender papa king

TWO girlfriend kisses

Onscreen mlm kiss

Implied aladarius

a happy ending to the bi/enby couple

A happy ending to the aro/ace character

And

Death to the white Christian puritain

[felsicveins]

Alrighty, another ex revealed! Meet Barley! I demanded that @persistenttenderness conjure up a bf for John Dory and this is who they came up with ❤️ 🐎

[regular-gnome]

"You Can Go Back To The Past But No One Is There Anymore"

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[arahusk]

Husk is tired once he reaches the home’s front steps, and maybe a little grumpy. His ears were still ringing from static.

He ignores the deer antlers perched over the door, like a morbid holiday wreath. But it’s both typical and so very predictable, and after weeks of this routine, Husk is barely put off by it anymore. Its winding antlers are almost like a beacon of sorts, pulsing and calling out to him as he traverses the city’s streets to Alastor’s home. 

Part of the deal is to keep his boss company. Nightcaps and the sort. Husk knows it’s risky every time but the prospect of a drink is always hard to turn down. That, and his radio back at the casino is on the fritz lately, static and noise playing over the speakers in both long and short bursts that was giving Husk a headache. Which probably meant Alastor wanted him over there right now instead of two hours later. Jackass.

But maybe, in some ways, Husk also craves for a little company. He’s not ready to admit that just yet.

“Boss, you in?” he calls out, pushing open the creaky door into darkness. He has his own key and everything, even though Alastor would usually just summon him without any warning. Maybe to see Husk get pissed off, or maybe because he was really that impatient. “Got your fucking radio message. Ever heard of using a phone?”

The house is evocative of the abandoned homes that are the staple of any low-budget horror flick—with rotting floorboards, cobwebs in every corner, and skull paraphernalia decorating every available surface. It had been a shock to Husk at first, but now it was just a little blasé for his tastes. He now expects Alastor to put up creepy decorations like hanging plastic bats or wearing a witch’s hat to liven things up.

But he only sees the same thing, with the lights completely out. There’s a fireplace from across the room, the wood dry, the flames gone. 

And it’s Husk’s first hint that something is wrong.

Every instinct is telling him to run, an instinct that he usually fucking listens to. After all, it’s the only damn reason he stayed alive for so long until an unfortunate slip up made him end up here in Hell. (He does not want to think about it, so he’s going to stop that right now). His foot is already half out the doorway, his wings opened up, in case something tries to grab at him from the darkness.

Instead, he stays. Instead, he walks inside the house. A sensation, a sound, pulls at him to move forward, hidden in the shadows, even as his mind is screaming at him to leave.

But he doesn’t think it’s Alastor that’s going to pounce on him in the darkness. If he did, he might have felt less afraid—mildly. But the feeling keeps moving his feet to further inside the home, to hallways that sometimes shifted for his own boss’s shits and giggles. Husk lost count of how many times he had found himself in a long hallway with no doors to leave through, just for Alastor’s own amusement. 

But the shadows that move around him, some of them with eyes, are frantic. The hallways keep rearranging themselves until he feels he has been traveling for miles. But there’s always another door, always another deer skull hanging around, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to leave again once the home brings him to where he needs to be. 

He also keeps hearing that same radio signal from before—those short and long bursts, high-pitched and keening inside his head. It makes him shiver, makes him grit his teeth, but he keeps going forward, even as the sound makes him want to rip off his ears. It’s distant, but it’s growing, and he knows he’s getting closer the further he goes deeper into this house.

At one point, he finds himself on the stairs. Old, creaking stairs that were covered in mildew, where a few steps in-between were entirely missing. He walks up them with no question, his wings fanning out to hover any missing places for his feet. The stairs seem to lead in a spiral, and then the wood slowly, almost subtly, begins to turn to metal grates. Instead of mold, there is now rust, much of it covering the railing Husk occasionally uses. It makes his claws screech against it, whenever he lets his hand place itself on it.

The radio tower is supposed to be on the other side of Pentagram City. But Alastor’s home was always a place to rend apart reality to suit where he wanted to be, whether that’s a murky swamp or a glaring red tower where the frequency is always at an awful signal—and it was that awful signal bringing him up, always playing that same deformed patterns, over and over again.

But then, Husk finds himself at the top, and the red decor that makes up this place is almost all gone. It’s just dark, and it’s cold, and there is Alastor—

—and he’s kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room before a woman that Husk knows, because everyone knows who she is. 

There are nights when Husk tries to sleep, and makes sure his damn radio is off. But he still hears singing, floating on the air, and he can’t help but admit that the voice makes him feel some sort of hope that he should have stamped out years and years ago.

She’s so tall, regal and timeless, with sleek and black horns curving from her head to tangle along her golden hair. In her hands is a chain made of a light that there is no name for. She looks over at Husk, who has just appeared from the dark like nothing, first with a curious lift of an eyebrow—and then finally a light laugh. The melodic sound of it makes his heart race, fends off exhaustion from his limbs.

But then he sees Alastor again who is on his knees, whose head is bowed, and over his neck is a manacle that is so tight—and then the chain pulls upward.

And the movement makes Alastor lift his head and there is a flash of something that’s terrified and broken, and any music that lives in Husk’s head is suddenly gone in a flash.

He makes the mistake of talking.

“What’s…going on here?” His voice doesn’t even sound like his own. The tone is tight, stripped of everything. It’s as if some part of him knows that if he breathes wrong, it’s over.

“Oh, look, Alastor. Your friend is here.” The woman finally speaks, her eyes flicking over the chained Radio Demon. His head is still turned away, and only Husk notices then that his once neat red hair is frazzled, unkempt. 

At her tone, Alastor starts visibly shaking. His ears lay flat against his head, and Husk can even hear him breathe faster. “No.”

“You don’t believe me? But you must have heard him.” The woman smiles, something that Husk can still see, even in the dark. “It seems he’s finally caught us.”

Husk isn’t sure he wants to understand what she fucking means by that.

She bends down from her great height so she can place her hand over Alastor’s head—so grand that it looks as if she could crush the demon’s head with just her palm. Her fingers tap along Alastor’s cheeks, a thumb playing with his hair. “You should greet him. It’s only polite.”

And in Alastor’s voice, he hears something akin to terror. Panic. Shame. The radio filter is off completely, leaving no room for error to what Alastor feels, to what he’s experiencing.

“Wait, wait, no—”

“Now, come on.” A hand that grips the back of Alastor’s hair, and a pull of the chain that yanks him upward, enough to lift him just slightly off his knees. “Say hello.”

“Wait, stop it, I don’t-!” 

And then Alastor turns.

Husk sees a face that is finally bare of every glimmer, of every facade, of every blistering smile. Alastor stares back at him, under the pressure of both the hand and chain. In his eyes, steeped in red that is now so dark, there is an awful and silent cry. 

But in that silence, Husk hears something. It’s coming from deep within Alastor’s chest, the radio waves that had been missing from his vocal chords. But Husk hears it, those same long and short bursts of awful sound, all as Alastor keeps looking at him with widened eyes. Calling him.

Husk then realizes what he had been hearing over the radio back home: a corrupted form of an S.O.S signal.

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Inspired by this art.

Full fic on AO3.

[watisthisifnotthat]

Lilith in Capricorn

Lilith in the 10th House

What's applicable to all here, those with or without this placement, is that we must prevail. No matter the horrors ✨️

The Cap Lilith can sense bullshit and there's a limit to what quantity - how much, they'll put up with. What can't be dismissed and turned swiftly away from attention ... untanglement and disengagement will follow the paths they've been witness to be of too many perlis. Or too steep the price, where value can't qualify.

Formed within their development in life is the necessity to seperate themselves from deeply chaotic and destructive areas of life. They avoid the bridges that lead to landslides of unsupported or debilitated frames. For this mature sign has to have learnt their lesson within these types of circumstances.

Consciously or unconsciously, habits are made to sustain their measure of balance. A fort upheld by what they seek to proportion onto their scale. What's important? What do they love? What have they learnt to develop - to secure what they value? These natives have a way to weave their life. However they percieve their journey to be, they are taking their life with some seriousness.

The energy it takes to assess the world in a widely individualistic, generally applicable way may or may not be lost in importance to them. But in witnessing the executions of such efforts, to gather the magnitude of a person's direction by witness of their focus, one's resolution, thoroughness and patience is just as consuming as gathering the equally as impactful motivating variables and considerations.

Admist their goals and endeavours, they may be subject to a multitude of reactions that may or may not be recognisable, depending on the factors this Capricorn/10H person has dealt with in theme of their early life.

The Lilith placement more times than not may be highly respected in the places they frequent. Subtly so, immediately so in some cases or gradually very blatantly flattered and favoured. It all depends on the nature of who is being dealt with, or rather who is dealing with the native person. As there are many observers as they make headway about their business. These observers may astonishingly reveal themselves and their feelings for the Capricorn/10H Lilith native.

Capricorn is the Earth sign of ancient matters ruled by Saturn, the karmic planet. It may come to see occurrences of ignorant or close minded people distribute the native with misconceptions, misunderstandings, skepticism and even suspicions for the most benign ridiculousness to the most out-of-left-field discourtesy. Even those who've had a liking to the native, without their expectations met, nay fall prey to rash reactions of disappointment.

This Earth sign placement is renowned and known to be effective at their efforts and when life hands out it's stumbling blocks, it may almost seem that others take their shortcomings as dire or striking to themselves. The witness of their admiration may be so strong and that so unrealistic. Whilst a portion of potential trigger Joe's may even seek to use these moments as opportunities for their regressed and pent up resentment, envy and sense of unhealthy competition.

Now this is a karmic ruled placement, the energy is unpredictable but yet, eventually manageable. The Lilith person will learn to do so. Asserting themselves, for themselves as their very own and best activist, in voice and action. Especially necessary when the extremities of this Saturn ruled Lilith placement may experience true distastes in life. Methods of spite, open and casual hostility and manipulations. Revealed to them to be dealt primarily by them.

The placement holds a lot of lessons and the turn of karmic patterns can arise in the Capricorn/10H placement themselves just as well as any other, particularly with the natives onset of pressure. Nobody develops chaos and negativity innately or by themselves. In trying times the natives aggrieved energy may get wasted by extending too much time defending themselves, assessing our perpetrators and explaining ourselves. Recounting the injustices and revisiting frustrations and aggravations. Consumed by them rather than seeking to improve by the remnant of it's pain.

It's imperative for the Lilith in Capricorn/10H to realise themselves in their authenticity not in what has been done to them, but what they have found and fostered relief and happiness from, where their joys come from engaging.

As many times as it takes them to amass their fun and creative energy back into their habits and their sense of themselves.

Lilith in Capricorn/10H has all the resources of experience to use to their advantage. To detach from the absurd and allow their flabbergasted remains to transform into a humourous source of pride, rooted in the chill they create to self correct/perfect.

It is resilient, long term consistency they wish to embrace in this regard, this placement has an honourable awareness of fairness, morals. They can absorb the whole world around them and be discerning about where they place their feet, they value respect and are keen and attentive enough to dish what they can take.

@tosatisfymystarryheart has a lovely post about Capricorn Lilith women that I would highly recommend for another perspective. I don't see this placement get much attention, I wonder whyy.

Summary: Lilith in Capricorn/10H know what they want. Some get intimidated even triggered by this progression, some absolutely frickin adore your every inch!!🩷🌸

[b0tster]

armored core 6: fires of rubicon

[sweethoneyrose83]

Alastor: “Nooo, Rosie! You can’t rip out and eat her heart with all these witnesses around, WHAT would the papers say? Why not…ahem…invite her to dinner?”

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@destielomegaversebigbang Art Post

Author @crematosis

Illustrator @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary: As an omega, Dean has always had to work harder than anyone else to be taken seriously as dragon slayer. Castiel might be a bigger dragon than most, but Dean's still confident he can take him down and prove his worth. The whole plan falls apart when Dean discovers Castiel isn't actually interested in fighting him.

Link to fic (ao3)

NSFW Art below the cut

[rando-lesbo210]

Im obsessed with thoughts of swap au i need to draw Angel by herself but here you guys go

I need to color it more but basically it's really funny what is and isn't swapped

But more or less teams swapped for gaige and Angel (gaige hyperion, Angel in the Crimson Raiders)

Favorite is Maya and Lilith got swapped backgrounds- so Lilith was raised on athenas and got the name Firestorm, Maya is Thunderhawk, they're all so silly- i need to color swap Lilith though cause you can't see here but she also got a lighter color scheme of whites vs Mayas in bl3 with outfits- anyways expect a short fic abt them here soon <3 gaigel is so funny (Lilith still has phasewalk and Maya phaselock, Lilith regularly would just walk out on the monks they got so sick of her lmao)

[rainbowgod666]

:)

Gay content makes me happy because it proves that there is still something in this world worth living for

A true story of vehicular queer solidarity. Happy Pride.

[omg-sugoi]

At long last! It's finished!!

I've been working on this series since February! I've made a website, gotten my wisdom teeth removed, moved homes, and did a second thesis film in the time it took me to finish these! Please take them I'm so happy with how they all turned out 💕💕💕

x

[charmingradiobelle]

This can be sexual or literal—entirely up to you freaks lol

[damnedrainbows]

A spread based on rps with @gctchell

Having no idea about Alastor’s deal and that Roo has masqueraded as Lilith this whole time, Lucifer and Lilith are baffled by Alastor’s terror of Lilith. Thinking he’s scared of her because she’s too sexy they keep trying to find ways to cover up Lilith’s sexiness (in turn scaring him more 😔)

Lilith appears as various little animals to try and gain Alastor’s trust and apparently the animals with make up totally on fleek hasn’t tipped him off yet

(Enlarge for better quality)

[rainbowgod666]

I was about to make an autism reference but this beats me to the fisting

badweird feelings