#relationship: the god and his seraph

[themagical1sa]

"i like you and i blame you for making me feel this way" he said

i still think about it

[nyctoseraph]

CALL ME BACK

[Seraph’s Mixtape Event]

Yandere CEO Gojo Satoru x Fem Reader

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviors, coercion, depictions of anxiety, threats, weapons (blade and firearm), invasion of privacy, power imbalance, forced intimacy, mentions of past relationship problems. YANDERE/DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. 2.5k words.

ALSO CONTAINS: mention of tokyo being the setting, some corporate terms that might've been switched up.

“If you get a minute call me back, I'm so lonely and you're the only one that knows me”

-Call Me Back, Chase Atlantic 

24 missed calls from *unknown* number. Block [xxx-xxxx-xxx]? Cancel / [Confirm]

You once again woke up from a barrage of phone calls. It was the sixth this week, probably somewhere in the hundreds since the past few months, and the cutesy ringtone you carefully picked and recorded from a game was starting to sound more and more irritating. Unfortunately, you reckon that this will still occur tomorrow, completing the week’s seven days.

Ever since you broke up with Gojo Satoru, he hasn't stopped calling you.

From his old burner phones, new sim cards and even the phone booth down the road, all are used in an attempt to contact you. You've changed your numbers countless times, but for some reason, he always manages to find your new ones.

So you've settled for just manually blocking each and every new number of his, despite the pounding in your chest everytime you receive these calls. Knowing Gojo’s immense wealth, he's probably capable of buying new numbers and landlines everytime, so you have to just make-do of this situation.

If you were to tell yourself that this is how your relationship would end up, your past self would've laughed at your face. 

There was a time where you're genuinely head over heels for Satoru, with his boyish grins and loving personality, he was basically the man of your dreams. He likes the same things as you do, geeked out over Digimon on your chats and is overall a sweetheart that's easy to sink into conversation with. One thing was that he's also the heir to a big corporation, something that younger you was in awe of.

Back then, the hopeless romantic soul in you did not believe that economic class affected how a person loves. You were just in love right? Doesn't matter what your background is.

But then disagreements arose. You were harshly reminded that rich people do not have the same worries as the lower class. It started small, with questions about your career choices and comments about your apartment. It became invasive next, with nudges of dropping your job and just marrying him to even buying out your old apartment complex in an attempt to make you live with him.

Something small in you wanted to just actually drop everything and run to him, but there was a nagging uneasiness that you felt way more. You tried explaining to him that you liked feeling productive, that you still have your childhood dreams to do, and that you'd prefer your relationship with the current pace it has, but the man just laughed and said ‘stupid, just let me take care of you.’

You left then, because you didn't like how it sounded, how fast and how suffocating his love feels — and how he showed you that dreaming is for the less fortunate because otherwise money would've made it real already.

★

You blocked his number again.

But Satoru just laughs, drops the phone, then presses the heels of his designer leather shoes down the screen until it cracks and gets crushed under pressure. He then looks down at the sorry state of what used to be a phone, brows furrowed like a god whose anger was incited by the thing.

The love of his life keeps pushing away his attempts of reconciliation so he hopes that the room around him would understand the chaos he'll bring, that was called for, he thinks.

You were his only love. When Satoru first met you in college, he was enamored. You are a breath of fresh air to be with, laughing at his weird side and letting him unwind his more hidden interests to you. You never chastised him for being a complete nerd over niche media or attending too many conventions, in fact you even joined along. You're the light of his boring life and he craves that shine so much.

By the time you were graduating, he was already planning your marriage and life, but then you suddenly left and he's been in shambles ever since.

His blue eyes land on a piece of paper that was brought to him two hours ago. An average startup company, nothing too special.

He has a very funny and special idea though.

★

A jarring announcement was raised on your workplace group chat when you looked at it during your breakfast.

Your company is going to have a merger with the biggest entertainment conglomerate in the country. At first you rubbed your eyes in disbelief because there is no way a startup like your workplace can simply shimmy its way to the big leagues that fast.

But to your horror, you realize just why a big name is so eager to form a deal with yours — it was the same one owned by the Gojo family, of course it's head being Satoru now.

How in the world did he know where you went after you resigned at your old job? But then again you realize that he even knows your new phone numbers so you just groaned loudly. You loathe this day coming, especially when the next announcement was about the official meeting between the two companies.

It’s impossible for him to not be there, and it’s not like he’ll miss the chance of seeing you again over anything else.

★

You were fiddling with your nails so much that you might just uproot it from your skin.

Gojo-fucking-Satoru is currently in front of a projector screen, explaining details of an investment he plans on doing.

Investment or whatever, you think, because you're having a hard time focusing now.

Not when his eyes are so laser-focused on you.

So you excuse yourself, a small ‘sorry, my vision is not doing great because of a headache’ to the secretary beside you, who understandably smiles and lets you go so easily.

You hunched down and beelined to the door. After you closed it, you breathed out a long sigh, tears threatening to fall. You continued to walk to the restrooms, where you finally sob into one of the cubicles.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You stayed in there for a few minutes, breathing in and out and plugging your earphones in to calm your senses. You didn't know why you felt so scared seeing him, you're not even sure if he's actually looking at you.

But then that was answered when you heard a fairly loud knock at your cubicle.

“You in there, sweetheart?”

You breath hitches and you let out an almost croaking sound, which makes the knocking even stronger. He actually cut that meeting out and went after you, god.

He cancelled an entire meeting over you, just to chase after you and who knows what else. The millions worth of this investment is just a tool for him to insert himself back to your life. Your eyes water when you hear the door of the restroom close.

“Go away.” 

“What's wrong first, the secretary told me you're having vision problems.”

Oh god, he sounded like he did back then, when you were so blissfully unaware of his tendencies, when everything about the two of you are still in a rose-colored tint.

“Satoru, do you seriously not have any idea what's wrong right now?”

You don't get a response from that for a while.

“Lovely, please, can we talk? You keep blocking me. I can explain.”

“Explain what? That you've been terrorizing your poor ex who clearly has cut off things with you, please don't even start.”

“I can't lose you, please”

You open your cubicle, just as he was about to reach out to you, you storm towards the door, unlocking it without sparing him a glance, with the same force you close it to his face. 

How unfortunate for you, because Gojo Satoru is too high up in his skyscrapers and too deep down in his obsession to ever see you from eye to eye. To him, he cannot lose you, and that's what only matters.

For Gojo Satoru is not used to losing what's his.

★

One minute you could be on your way home from work, then another minute the shareholder of your company is chasing you down the barren streets of Tokyo with an odachi at hand.

If you were to be very specific, the CEO that invested in your company four days ago who's also your ex-boyfriend is seemingly marching your way with a peculiar odachi blade in his hand

Compared to normal odachi, the blade of this one is pitch black, with red and blue intertwining dragons embossed in a shiny finish. It looks like something out of an anime you both loved watching and if you're not literally running for your life, you might've paused and stared at the way lights of neon signages reflect on them.

Honestly, it fits the Gojo Satoru you've known, for he is not one to settle for common things. It needs his own touch, it needs to be his alone because Gojo Satoru does not share his world with anyone.

And unfortunately for you, like that odachi — he has decided that you belong only to him, and like the colors in that blade, he will make sure that everyone who looks at you will know of the fact.

“Oh come on now, not even a hug for your dearest boyfriend?”

The man approaching you finally speaks, there's a playful tone in his voice, as if he's not currently holding a weapon and striding your way with it.

“Shut the hell up Gojo, we're over for like who knows how long now! You don't… you don't get to just come at me with a weapon and expect to be back together!” You did your best to retort at his words, but the shakiness of your voice betrays you.

“Aww, but I never agreed to that! You need the opinion of both parties to make that decision. Also it's Satoru for you, remember?” Gojo laughs, you look back at him and see his hand that carries the blade suddenly raises and you flinch.

Keep running, keep running, keep running.

“You hurt my feelings darling, I thought we had something big but you seemed to avoid me everytime, have you moved on that fast? Was everything we shared just nothing to you?” There was a sad tone to the way he speaks, if you knew better, you'd probably believe him.

But this is Gojo Satoru and you're not taking any chances at being caught back in his web.

“Just- just go away please… we're done already. Please, please just go away.” You cannot stop your emotions from getting out. All you wanted was to go home and go on with your life, but this man had decided to ruin all that just for his own whims.

“I can't.”

Your blood runs cold at his declaration. You tried running faster, but unfortunately you're against the Gojo Satoru. A loud bang ruptured in the quiet night, and in your horror, you realize it's from a firearm, possibly a sniper.

“We promised forever.” 

Gojo Satoru needs to have his own touch to things, so the maniac he is, hired snipers to scare you. It dawns on you, that only a powerful man like him can pull off something like this.

To someone like you, no less.

Stunned with the sudden sound, it gave much leeway for Satoru to catch up to you. He hugs you from behind, kissing the crown of your head while swaying both your bodies. His breaths are becoming more labored each time, as his hand — the one with the blade, slightly raises to your neck.

“We promised forever, so we'll go forever. You know I don't go back on my promises. We had so much planned and you just fucking left, you can't just do that, you cant, you can't, you can't…” Satoru sputters as he clings to you. You might be going crazy with all that's happening, but you think he's on the verge of crying.

Your mind is going blank. You have no clue how to get out of a situation where your deranged and powerful ex-boyfriend is relentlessly clinging to you while threatening you with weapons.

You don't know where things are headed, so on a last ditch effort, you whispered words that you're not sure you meant.

“Gojo… since nothing is getting through that head of yours and you're so hell-bent on threatening me like this… why not just do it? Do it, kill me, hide my body in a ditch somewhere and maybe you might be able to move on.”

You are so scared, so so scared. What could a man who's less than sane could do with those words?

Your fear increased tenfold when you felt him increase his grip on you. The hug he has you on is now painful, like he's trying to squeeze you until you spill your guts out.

And then you feel tears on your shoulder.

Tears…?

“No… nonono what went wrong? How can you say that? Is dying better than going back to me… you don't even call me Satoru anymore! Don't you love me?” He was now mindlessly prattling on. There were tears in his eyes that are now staring at you blown wide open.

“Ahh I can't kill you, I can't. I love you, I love you so much,” he said as turned his head to your ears, kissing and biting at your earlobes in between breaths. Suddenly he whispered again, “but I can kill for you.”

Your heart drops and you feel goosebumps on your skin. No way, no way he would do that right?

But then again, you knew all too well what kind of man you're involved with.

Satoru suddenly bursts out laughing, the sudden change in emotion makes you flinch. It's the kind that lasts what felt like so long, he was heaving by the time he was done.

“I only wanted them for the surprise factor, but I guess I can use them in other ways. So… darling since you're acting so stubborn, I’m gonna have to up the stakes here, each time you say no or disagree I’ll have one of my men shoot a passerby.”

Fuck.

“So, let me bring you to the car, go back to our home and we'll talk, yeah?” 

You stand there, frozen. Gojo can kill, he will kill. He's untouchable by the system and he probably owns this entire area, CCTVs included. Your quiet response has Satoru in a smile, he drags your body back to a sports car he probably bought just for this occasion, the blade still painfully close to your neck.

For all his barbaric ways earlier, he actually brings you down to the plush seats gently. You also thought that maybe there's a driver and you'll feel less alone with the blue-eyed monster but to your disappointment, he sat down at the driver’s seat.

When the door closes, instead of starting the car, Satoru suddenly lunges at you, trapping your body. His teary eyes bore into you, his entire body trembling.

“I didn't like that darling, I can't stand the thought of losing you, you're mine. Whatever the problem is we'll fix it, I'll be good, I swear! And if you say you don't love me anymore…” His lips connect with yours, the kiss is rough, almost manic. You're losing your breath when he finally stops then continues,

“We'll fix that too, okay?”

[seraph's notes]: can you guys tell i like writing chasing and yearning scenes, i hope you can tell because there will be more-

jk u didn't hear that from me... or did you?

want more? check out the [database.] for other content!

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Regarding Beasts” 

Author: Altiria Artist: CJ || ColorlessJay @colorlessjayblog

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length:  55,000 words Tags:  Fluff, Eldritch Monster!Castiel, Kid!Sam, War Scenes, John's A+ Parenting, Comedy Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Colette/Cain

Summary:  

“Legend tells of a beast within the woods. A creature that lives where the trees grow taller than the highest castle, and the darkness swallows all light. None dare tread where it walks, for if it catches sight of you, you’re already lost. The beast devours the hearts of young men, its hunger never abating. So beware, young souls, of the forest and its protector, and do not venture forth into the woods.”

Or:

Dean has protected the forest for his entire life, but when he is cursed with memory loss, he wanders into the beast's territory. But the creature has no interest in 'eating' his heart; rather, it would much prefer to capture it instead.

Excerpt: 

“I am Castiel. Seraph of the Forest.”  

“Hi, Castiel… of the forest,” Dean repeated after the guy. “I’m Dean, Human of the village?” 

The feathers on Castiel’s head poofed up again as he shuffled. His wings extended, revealing their full length, while his tail flared out in tandem. He looked at Dean as if to ask his opinion. 

“Cool,” Dean choked. “You, uh… those are huge wings.” Stunning, actually. Dean wanted to touch them, wanted to run his hands all over Castiel—not just because he was a Forest God and meeting one was rare, but because they looked ridiculously soft. 

Castiel’s wings settled down. Was he preening? What did preening even look like? He didn’t know shit about birds.

“Well,” Dean drawled. “I should go… my brother is probably going crazy wondering where I am.” He was painfully late to pick Sam up from school; he had probably gone home alone, frantic and worried. He wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had contacted the rangers to send out a search party. 

Castiel’s head bobbed. “I understand; your hatchling is waiting.” 

“Exactly,” Dean said, half-turned. “So… thanks for everything. I’ll just be on my—”

Talons wrapped around his middle, cutting him off. Dean had barely a second to process before Castiel shoved off the ground, his wings barely making a sound as they beat. 

The forest was below them, zooming at a ridiculous pace, as they raced to the village up ahead. He was in the sky. Dean, the completely mature and level-headed adult he was, screamed.

Posting date:  March 13, 2025

[uhmimlost]

Simeon has always been one of the most interesting characters in Obey me moreso because he doesn't seem like what he shows on the surface. (Spoilers ahead)

He was originally demoted to an Archangel after being a Seraph alongside Lucifer.

(This whole conversation between them was just sooo good, the mutual agony and the need to comfort each other)

He always talks openly about things he disagrees with even if he knows it opposes his higher ups, he (seemingly) did it after the war and he did so when Raphael announced Lucifer's judgement at Cocytus. All of this despite him genuinely being scared of God (it honestly seems like that is about the only thing that scares this man).

It's very melancholic how Simeon talks about the bonds the brothers have and how he is close to them but never had a chance at being 'a part of them' per say. He yearns for that kind of closeness and love and bonding and it's almost heartbreaking to think someone who often masks his emotions and how he feels had to deal with losing people so close to him so publicly.

And the fact that he didn't want it to happen again, (in this case Lucifer and MC) so he 'borrowed' the ring of light from Michael because he knew he would not be able to get it if he asked directly, all because he strongly believed that's the right thing to do. He does what he feels is right, no matter what and always speaks his truth.

He knew there would be consequences to him doing what he did, but he did it regardless and owned up to the consequences and blamed no one for it.

Here's some of my other favourite things about his character;

1. His relationship with Lucifer

His dynamic with 'Lucy' is genuinely so heartwarming. They seem to know each other too well and feel very comfortable around each other. They know how the other thinks and always seek each other out for advice or chats. It's always fun to see how cheeky Lucifer gets with Simeon and the other way round, both of whom don't show this side of themselves easily. The way Lucifer tries to act all indifferent but was probably the most concerned alongside Solomon when Simeon lost his powers.

2. Nobody can tell what he's thinking; he masks his emotions really well

Diavolo himself talks about how he thinks Simeon is hard to read and in fact difficult to talk to. It's an interesting dynamic in itself because Simeon's the kind of person who has no enemies but there is some level of discomfort distinctly visible amongst the two.

He also has wrath as his attribute, an emotion he does not openly show as often. It's actually quite funny because while he's running his cafe we see time and time again his anger is something everyone is terrified of.

Even in the latest chapter he's struggling but when asked is like nah I'm good. He's very playful in his demeanor, and although immensely kind and patient, he still lacks certain 'angelic' qualities considering he has also been selfish and deceptive.

3. Simeon is a source of comfort to everyone

He's a source of comfort to both Luke and MC and has time and time again been the source of advice and a confidant to MC.

He also made Solomon feel like he has a place to call home and people who care for him (filling some part of one of the issues at the core of Solomon) He goes out of his way to look after this whole grown ass adult.

As Lucifer put it, his ability to get the brothers to calm down with his kindness and quick thinking is something very unique to him.

Lucifer also talks about Simeon really being the only 'normal' one and someone he can talk to in the celestial realm.

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All in all I feel like there's a lot more I could talk about him, but feel free to add more to this. Man needs all the love he can get right now with all that's happening to him. :)

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Did I randomly make a WHB and Obey Me oc? Yes, yes I did. Why? I have no idea, but here he is.

(Yes, it's a picrew, I could not be bothered to roll out my art skills from the attic. Considering his personality, he can fit into either fandom, and I was too lazy to make another one, so deal with it.)

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

𝖀𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 - Archangel of Wisdom and Jubilation

𖤓𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𖤓

Uriel was created to fill the role of spreading knowledge, wisdom and joy to humankind, though, after the disappearance of God/ the war in the Celestial Realm, he became bitter toward humankind and the demons.

𖤓𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𖤓

While Uriel's allegiance will always lie with his beloved creator, he answers directly to the seraph Raphael, at his beck and call no matter the location or the situation he was summoned in. So long as it is his beloved God's will, Uriel will follow Raphael even into certain death.

𖤓𝕬𝖌𝖊𖤓

Uriel was the fourth archangel to be created by god; in other words, he is exceptionally ancient.

𖤓𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

At first glance, Uriel comes off as a kind-hearted and easygoing angel, however, he is an especially cruel individual. While he always sports a soft, almost fatherly smile, he can say the most audacious and ignorant things. He treats demons, humans, and in some cases even some lesser angels as if they don't have the capacity to think. Being the archangel of knowledge is something that he uses to his advantage to gain the upper hand in conversations, although, he has a tendency to gain interest in those who have knowledge of things he does not. However, depending on how knowledgeable that person is, Uriel's interest may cross over into a sexual interest or even an obsession.

𖤓𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖘𖤓

Uriel's habits include harshly tugging on locks of hair when he's stressed, clasping his hands in a prayer hold when he's at rest, and biting his knuckles when he's focused.

𖤓𝕬𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Reading by candlelight, discovering and experimenting with hair care products, gardening, praying, admiring Raphael, praising Raphael, and playing the harp.

𖤓𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖘𖤓

Uriel believes that, because he is an angel, he is above all other instances of life that do not originate from heaven/the celestial realm. In his eyes, all life that is not angelic is an eyesore and deserves to be wiped from existence as Raphael had said to him once before.

𖤓𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly have any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything asked of him by his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be correct.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Simeon: Uriel has had a deep connection with Simeon since the two met, despite their very differing temperament and views on certain topics. Uriel once stated that he would trust Simeon with helping the next archangel of knowledge should he ever die for any reason.

Luke: Despite Luke being a lesser angel, Uriel respects the young angel for his closeness to Michael.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the celestial realm (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Satan: Despite hating each other's guts, both Uriel and Satan never miss a meeting for their weekly book club. The two talk for hours; having well thought and in depth discussions about the book of the week. It would be a nice image if you ignored the very obvious passive aggression and down right rancid aura that seems to radiat from the two.

Asmodeus: Uriel often admires Asmodeus for his beauty, although, he's not as beautiful as Raphael, of course. But he is still a rose in a garden of weeds in the end.

Barbatos: While he certainly doesn't like the fact that he's a demon, Uriel can't help but admire Barbatos' dedication to fulfilling his duty as the prince's steward. The man's patience seems to stretch on forever.

Diavolo: Uriel despises Diavolo because he has Lucifer under his thumb. Despite what Lucifer tells him of the prince's kindness and empathy, he just can't bring himself to see the good in Diavolo.

Solomon: Solomon always avoids conversation with uriel after their introduction for some reason, but Uriel still tries to speak with him anyway, he knows that Solomon must definitely have information that Uriel has little knowledge of and he's desperate to learn.

MC: Uriel considers them to be more of a pet or a wandering stray animal than anything else; seeing no real value in them as they are a human. (WHB?)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly had any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything perceived as the will of his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be by God's will even in his absence. The only reason Uriel would refuse an order from Michael is if it clashed with an order that he received from Raphael.

Gabriel: Because of his status as a seraph, Uriel holds deep respect for admiration for him.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Zeruel: Before they began their raid on "Hell" and even after that, Uriel would occasionally hitch a ride on Zeruel's back or shoulders. Usually, shoving some other angel off so that he could take his preferred spot, Zeruel never seemed to mind though.

Barachiel: As a fellow angel of joy, Uriel and Barachiel get along very well, with the cherub often following him into battle and listening to his rants about why Raphael is logically superior to Gabriel.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the heavens (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Leviathan: Uriel has a deep hatred for the Demon King Leviathan for the simple reason that the demon makes him feel insecure about his looks.

Gusion: After overhearing conversations between many demons in passing about how intelligent Gusion is and after encountering him on the battlefield, he became flustered by his smarts and ended up letting the demon live by accident.

MC: He regards all humans as dogs (because he hates them) or pests. Uriel has only met them once, but he tried to bring them back to Raphael, only to be stopped by a feral Satan.

𖤓𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

Ranged Sniper; he fires his loose feathers at unfathomable speeds toward his target, usually only bothering to finish off those already weakened by his comrades. Uriel is actually very proficient with a spear and could've been on the front lines, but due to his aversion to being covered in the blood of demons, chose to be a ranged unit instead.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘𖤓

Expert spearmanship, patient and versatile teaching, easily adapts on the go, expertise with string instruments, and eidetic memory.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𖤓

God and Angels (the three seraphim specifically (especially Raphael)), learning, instructing others, reading by candlelight, admiring Raphael, receiving orders from Raphael, praising God, and taking care of his hair.

𖤓𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Non-angelic beings (obviously), getting his angelic robes dirty, unintelligent individuals, sweet foods, poorly taken care of books, "Hell", The Devildom, and the Human Realm.

𖤓𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𖤓

Sophophilia: sexual gratification from the act of gaining knowledge or learning. This is displayed both when Uriel meets Raphael for the first time and is enraptured by his knowledge of God's will, leading him to need to leave due to becoming physically excited, and when he encounters the demon Gusion and is drawn in by his intelligent aura.

𖤓𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𖤓

The Demon King Leviathan's hair appears much more silky and luxurious than his own, he was chosen to go down to The Devildom with Raphael (although it was Raphael who suggested he go, so he can't really complain.), and his feathers have begun to loosen due to the stress of being surrounded by idiots.

𖤓𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖘𖤓

Athazagoraphobia: the intense or irrational fear of being forgotten, or of forgetting someone or something. Atychiphobia: the intense or irrational fear of failure.

𖤓𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞𖤓

Uriel doesn't particularly care whether his actions are viewed as 'good' or 'bad by anyone but the three seraphim and God. Thus, he'll usually center his moral compass around theirs instead of having his own.

𖤓𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞𖤓

(OM!) Purgatory Hall in the Devildom/(WHB?) Nomadic movements through hell while slaying demons and following behind the seraph Raphael.

𖤓𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𖤓

Suspiciously Stained Book: The book that Uriel is often seen carrying around and reading in his free time. It is thought to be a personal copy of the Bible, but what is actually inside is still unknown. It's rumored that one time an angel was able to take a peak inside while uriel had it open and saw a bunch of drawings and diagrams of things they dare not speak of. But hey, do you see that on the cover there? Those suspicious white-ish stains, I wonder where they're from.

𖤓𝕱𝖚𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘𖤓

☁︎ Uriel does not like animals, especially those with fur. The only ones that he can stand are birds.

☁︎ Even though he won't admit it, Uriel considers (OM!) Lucifer, (OM!) Satan, (OM!) Barbatos, (OM!) Solomon, and (WHB?) Gusion as potential sexual partners and love interests.

☁︎ Although Lucifer fell from grace so long ago, Uriel still has a deeply ingrained respect for him, so much so that he still calls him 'Sir Lucifer' like he used to back then.

☁︎ Uriel has been banned from the Great Archive of the Heavens many times due to how often he gets off when reading books he hadn't read previously. The lesser angels assigned to cleaning the archive had complained about the stains and wet patches he kept leaving in the seats he occupied.

☁︎ Uriel and Simeon have been friends since Simeon's creation; with Uriel being present when the younger angel first opened his eyes.

☁︎ Uriel had always wanted to meet (WHB?)Solomon, but never got the chance to as he was too busy fulfilling the duties assigned to him by God through (WHB?)Raphael.

☁︎ When he and (OM!)Raphael first arrived at Purgatory Hall, Uriel insisted that the two share a room instead of having individual ones, thankfully for him, (OM!)Raphael agreed.

☁︎ Uriel finds himself more attracted to a person with status than a person with strength, but he still prefers smarts over status.

☁︎ Uriel absolutely can't stand sweet foods, he prefers his meals to be on the more bitter side, favoring fruits that make his jaw ache with its sour taste.

☁︎ One day, Uriel would like to try his hand at pottery.

𖤓𝖁𝖎𝖔𝖈𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

Event Reminder: "An event has arrived, come back immediately, I've no time for those who dawdle."

Inactive 1: "You do know that it's considered rude to ignore someone, don't you?."

Inactive 2: "I-it is not as if I'm worried for you, but hurry back, we still have much to speak about."

Login 1: "Hoh? So you finally decided to show your face?"

Login 2: "Hello again, my mortal pet.~"

You're Back 1: "Welcome back, it certainly took you long enough."

You're Back 2: "Hm? Oh, you've returned. What? Did you want me to congratulate you?"

I'm Back 1: "Haaah... I must apologize for being away so long, Simeon can certainly talk when it comes to the old days. Anyhow, let us continue our previous discussion."

I'm Back 2: "I've returned! Ahem- Now, what were you saying before? About those human social trends?"

Morning: "In the heavens, the sun has risen; I must say you surprised me, I was sure that you were of those simpletons who stayed in bed all day."

Afternoon: "Good afternoon, I do hope you've been spending the day more productively."

Evening: "Ah yes, the evening time is the best in the day. Sitting curled up with a book and reading by the candlelight.~ Don't you agree?"

Night: "You're still awake? Do you not value sleep at all? Tsk- Off to bed with you, little mortal. Weak beings like yourself need such simple things to survive, didn't you know?"

Touch 1: "Filthy demo- DAH! You-! Oh, it's you, little mortal. You caught me off guard just now. Did you need something?"

Touch 2: "Hmm~ Simeon did not embellish at all, you are indeed quite good with your hands. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Touch 3: "Tch-! Do you not know how to keep your hands to yourself? Do mortals not know the concept of personal space?"

Skill 1: "Hah! Perish you ingrate!"

Skill 2: "It is my time to shine!"

Skill 3: "Feast your eyes on the power of knowledge!"

Majolish 1: "No need to say anything, I know mortal minds are unable to comprehend the beauty of angels."

Majolish 2: "Are you done gawking? Good, now go find me some accessories to make these rags look presentable."

Anniversary: "It would seem that you've had the fortune of knowing me for an entire earthen year, you must feel proud of yourself, as you should." (What in "Hell" is Bad?)

Lobby Touch 1: "You... What are you doing?"

Lobby Touch 2: "WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING! O-only-- only Sir Raphael is allowed to look at me in such a way!"

Lobby Touch 3: "I won't say it is envy, but I do wish that you were not marked as JUST food for the seraphim, then I could dine upon you with the one I admire.~"

Lobby Touch 4: "GAH! I‐is that a d‐dog? It's– it's disgusting! G‐get away, you little beast! Shoo! N‐no! Don't come any closer! Help! Sir Raphael, save me!

Lobby Touch 5: "You think yourself an intelligent person, do you? Hah! As if some mortal fool would be on the same level of intelligence as an angelic being like myself."

Lobby Touch 6: "Remember to smile~!"

First Encounter: "Hm~? My, My, if it isn't the child of Solomon, Sir Raphael will definitely praise me if I bring you back to him!"

Level Up: "I feel almost as if I've gotten smarter..."

Evolve: "Maybe my capacity for knowledge has grown as well?~𔓘"

Ultimate Skill: "Allow me to teach you the true feeling of despair!"

Upon Death: "S-sir Raphael... please... don't forget me..."

Victory 1: "Hmph, you simpletons never stood a chance."

Victory 2: "Sir Raphael... Did you see that just now?"

Defeat: "Damn you, filthy devil scum! How dare you embarrass me in front of Sir Raphael!"

𖤓𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖔𖤓

Uriel's halo features either a large sun framed by two smaller stars or a curled feather or quill wrapping around the Hebrew character for knowledge, 'ידע', depending on where he is depicted and what he is representing at the time; jubilation or knowledge. However, in some instances, Uriel's halo is a combination of the two.

In the past, Uriel has been teased by other angels of the same or higher ranking about the shape of the feather in his halo. It's become an incredibly sore spot for him since then and as a result you might be able to catch him looking at it in reflective surfaces with a face of embarrassment and disdain. It doesn't look like a human child drew it... right? It's not wonky at all...

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕴𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖘𖤓

Food: Black Coffee of Melancholy & Backstabbing Sandwiches. Medical: Bandage. Presents: Book & Perfume.

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖅𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

OK!: Both shoulders & middle of his chest. NO!: his head & face. GREAT!: his clasped hands.

𖤓𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𖤓

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

4%: His constellation is... Cancer!

36%: His favorite food is... sour fruit creame sanwiches!

64%: His ideal type is... someone who's smarter than he is!

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖙𖤓

👤 <「You dog, where did Sir Raphael wander off to? Don't pretend you don't know; his radiance is too hard to miss.」

Choice 1: 「Er... whose this? How did you get my number?」> Choice 2: 「Sir Raphael...? Is an angel messaging me now?」>

👤 <「That doesn't matter. Just tell me where you saw him last, will you. You're wasting precious time that instead could be spent watching Sir Raphael rid this realm of demons.」

👤 <「Honestly, you humans. The only good one of the lot of you was that human Solomon. I overheard Sir Raphael saying that he was very intelligent and talented in alchemy. It's a pity that someone of such intelligence is a part of a lousy species.」

Choice 1: 「Wait, you met Solomon? What was he like?」> Choice 2: 「I'm jealous, everyone has met Solomon...」>

👤 <「Well, it's not as if I met that human per se, but I did overhear Sir Raphael and the other two esteemed Seraphim speaking about him a long time ago. I was both envious and in awe of them to be able to meet a favored creation of our God.」

👤 <「Oh to be there when he was up in the heavens, to pick his brain and feast upon his delicious knowledge. This event alone is yet another piece of proof why Sir Raphael is the best out of each of the esteemed Seraphim. He's so cool; with his brilliantly shining halo and that mysterious demeanor of his~」

👤 <「Wait a minute! Why am I telling you this? It's none of your business in the first place! Nosey dog, quickly tell me where Sir Raphael has gone, I can't lag behind for too long!」

Choice 1: 「I'm nosey? Aren't you the one rambling on?」> Choice 2: 「How am I supposed to know who's who?」>

👤 <「You dare still evade my question? You humans are such a pain in the neck; always making excuses. Surely it's not that hard to tell the difference between a seraph and any other lowly angel? Are you implying that Sir Raphael is average? You fiend!」

👤 <「Fine then. Since you want to fool around and attempt to deceive me, I shall find where you are and smite you. You dared to disrespect my esteemed and radiant lord, Sir Raphael, so you must be prepared to reap what you sew, you dirty dog.」

👤 <「I shall find you and personally deliver your corpse to my lord, surely he'll be pleased with me after bringing him a fine meal. He might even praise me with that cool look he does~」

Choice 1: 「Man, you sure love that Raphael guy huh?」> Choice 2: 「Jeez, I didn't think I'd talk to a simp today...」>

👤 <「Of course! While I'm not sure what you're trying to imply with that wording, I am truly unworthy of him. But, what's not to like? That luxurious golden hair, those deep crimson eyes, that aloof attitude; he's absolute perfection! And on top of it all, he's nearly all knowing! Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent being is worth the praise I give.」

���� <「Now that I think about it, maybe its a good thing that you haven't seen him. Thise filthy demon loving eyes of yours aren't even worthy enough to view his shadow, let alone his ethereal being. I suppose I can't be too angry with you anymore for not seeing him; so I'll let you off for that grievance.」

Choice 1: 「I didn't really ask at all, but that's cool I guess.」> Choice 2: 「Um... cool?」>

👤 <「Yes, he is cool, isn't he? Very cool. The coolest.」

👤 <「Say, you wouldn't mind signing a petition that I've written up would you? As a fellow fan of Sir Raphael, you must know that other angels are attempting to imply that he's below Sir Michael in favorability and standing. It's untrue, I say. Completely untrue. You mustn't believe a word they say!」

👤 <「I shall forward you the petition in due time. Actually no, I shall add you to a group with my comrads, the petition has already been posted there. I expect to see your signature, my brother in admiration.」

[You were added to "Sir Raphael's Admirers"]

End.

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖈𖤓

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[hellish-acts]

Seraphs hcs!!

Family dynamics

-Lucifer is definetly the oldest siblings and kind of a parental firgure, Michael and Raphael are twins with Michael being the older one by 3 seconds/hj. And Gabriel is very obvious, he's the youngest.

-Each of them has a field they specializes at. (Lucifer specializes in medical, Michael in astronomy, Raphael in plants and Gabriel in history)

-Michael and Gabriel spent a lot of time together, sure they may deny it because most of the time, they bicker and fight, but they remember each other's interest, favorite food, what they are picky in or hate, etc...(Sighs, siblings rivalry)

-Lucifer doesn't need a coat like other because he probably don't feel cold or unable to feel the temperature like others because God created him first so he may have some too op stuff ERLP. While the 3 others has to huddle from warmth whenever it's too cold on the winter night. Sometimes Lucifer just stares at them in confusion because he doesn't feel cold while they do.

-All the Seraphs(also Lucifer too) with their soon-to-be partners(ocs) relationships are like a fucking rom-com HAHA.

-Michael definetly got some burns when using his light beams(he sometimes uses it as an excuse to see Lucifer)

-All the Seraphs are transmasc fight me chat(Not Lucifer cuz he's not one anymore!)

-Gabriel likes strawberries or any berries in general(he doesn't told anyone about it.)

-Between the twins, Michael is definetly abit more immature than Raphael, sure he is mature at some points but Gabriel keeps ticking him off to the point he acts immature LMAO

-Michael is also kind of dependable on Lucifer so he started to feel confused after Lucifer fell because Lucifer wasn't there to guide or protect him like he used to. While Raphael matured and grew independent in his own ways, he does relies on Lucifer at times but figured it's better if he deals with problems on his own. And Gabriel tries to act mature so he could catch up to the others, he used to copy Lucifer but after he fell, Gabriel sees Lucifer as a traitor to God to he stopped.

-Sinners, they all have the same covered eye placement(PLEASE THEY'RE SO FAMILY CORE STOPPP)

-Gabriel sometimes hates his eyes and feel insecure because of 'em, but he kept them because it's a gift god gave him. Even though still, he finds them inconvenient when he wants smth but doesnt wanna say and the other side cant tell cuz of how emotionless it looks(ahem, Noveil..)

-All the angels have great memories, with what they are specialized in, the knowledge is HUGE and they need to have good memories for it.

-Raphael doesn't know how to act if his partner kisses him with genuine love, he's just very familiar with the rough kisses or makeouts that it makes him pauses and reacts slowly when they kiss him genuinely. His partner thought they did something wrong because he didn't react HAHA

-Mich quite meticulous/detailed-oriented. He doesn’t want to miss anything or to afford a mistake, this trait has been heightened by his paranoia

-Mich also puts a lot of thought into gift-giving. So the gifts he gives will have to fit into a certain criteria of how beneficial is this gift, how much the person needs it, how much the person wants it

-Mich sometimes makes dad jokes, he unfortunately learnt it from Lucifer..

-Raphael has some roots on his hair, sometimes it turns into flowers, sometimes it morphs into thorns, depends on his moods.(his love language is also flowers)

-They all have lashes the same colors as their hair.

-Gabriel is secretly dyslexic, he just don't wanna admit it.

-Lucifer has the most horrifying handwriting(HES A DOCTOR AFTERALL), Michael copies him and now almost no one can read his handwriting(except Raphael somestimes)

-Michael has difficulty with relaxing, he at some point has intrusive thoughts and hypervigilance.

-Raphael is a bit sensitive to sounds, too much loud noises makes him gets irritated and lashes out, so he mainly has headphones with white noises on.

-Michael is way too sensitive to light, too much light gets him overwhelmed.

-Gabriel doesn't like spaces that are like way too cluttered/hoarder-looking ish. Tidy spaces gives Gabriel more sense of control and he likes it, so clutteredness makes him feel like he lost all control.

That's all for now sinners!! May or may not have a part 2 because damn THEY ROT ME.

[pmamtraveller]

MIKHAIL VRUBEL: MADNESS AND ART

Mikhail Vrubel works regularly explore themes of mysticism, despair, and the supernatural. Struggling with mental health issues throughout his life, Vrubel’s haunting style and vivid imagery left a lasting impact on Russian art.

Demon Seated (1890)

This iconic painting shows a solitary demon in a deep, thoughtful posture and carries very strong themes of despair and existential turmoil. It really is a symbol of Vrubel's own mental struggles because he can portray his emotions through an expressive face of the demon.

The Lilacs (1900)

This is an interesting painting of a woman surrounded by lilac blooms. It forms part of those works that have combined beauty with some element of unsettlement because the presented figure looks enchanting but melancholic. That tranquil expression of the woman evokes a feeling of longing for love and connection, as reflected in his relationships marked by upheavals.

Pan (1899)

The painting is a depiction of the Greek god Pan, who is characterized by wild hair, goat horns, and flute. The surroundings are thick with foliage and forms enhancing the dreamlike quality of the scene. Pan in the composition is symbolic of the artists' inner self, turmoil, and connection with nature; hence, this became an important work in his oeuvre.

The Swan Princess (1900)

There is really no "creepy" feel to this painting in the strict sense, Inspired by Rimsky-Korsakov's opera The Tale of Tsar Saltan, Vrubel depicts the Swan Princess in a moment of transformation. It mirrors themes of transformation and loss, something akin to Vrubel's turbulent relationship with his wife, who suffered from her own mental illness, as indeed was the tragic story behind the painting.

The Six-Winged Seraph (1904)

The painting shows a scene with the fiery, heavenly figure, often interpreted as the angel Azrael, symbolizing a divine messenger and judge. The striking gaze of this seraph serves to remind one of the mission of art: to inspire and raise the human spirit to enable viewers to transcend the mundane existence through art.

As his mental health deteriorated, his artistic output diminished. The periods of severe illness significantly affected his ability to create, leading to fewer completed works in his later years.

[da-shrimping-station]

A Year's Difference

A year can be quite lengthy but also quite short, especially for humans.

Emilla grew quite the thick skin as time went past. At the mention of the anniversary of her arrival, she didn't take the news lightly. She's practically a missing person case on Earth! What about the events and appointments she's missed?! Her birthday, Minhyeok's birthday, her parents' death anniversary!

She initially wanted to lock herself up in her room and cry the week away but seeing the devils be overjoyed made her suck it up. She can cry later, and maybe even cuss the Seraphs for this. Right now, the entirety of Hell is waiting for her.

lil fun facts over the year ★

She had to cut her hair after the ends got burnt off during an angel attack. Cried a ton over it (much to Lucifer's delight). Paimon helped fix it but he had to trim a lot off to even it out. Cue more crying. She really likes it when the red lumps braid her hair and now they have less hair to work with.

Abuses the free pass she has to Satan's personal gym. Gained a bit of muscle and dusted off her rusty taekwondo skills. Satan has offered to coach her personally but they never get any training done ahem ahemmm...

Has grown close with a few of the nobles but the closest ones are Paimon, Eligos, and Orias. They have scheduled spa days in Tartaros, go shopping for clothes and accessories, and do little photoshoots.

The Kings she hads grown close to are Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer. What surprised her the most was being in more than amicable terms with the fallen seraph but she appreciates their relationship. (She miiight have cursed God a couple of times when she mourned the death of her parents)

Her wardrobe has changed into more practical clothing. She's had one too many cute outfits get ruined either from very eager devils and bloodthirsty angels. There are still times where she wears cute and stylish clothes but only when she's 100% sure it stays intact at the end of the day.

The devils have learned not to involve her in anything music related. While she does enjoy listening to music, she can't hold a note to save her life. Beleth tried teaching her to play the guitar once. The devil swore not to let her touch it ever again. Leviathan thought he can do better than the noble but to no avail. Aside from being so close to strangling her with his bare hands, he also declared a ban on her playing any instrument. (He couldn't stand to even look at the piano for a few days after the incident)

She gets episodes of homesickness every now and then. During these, she insists on being left alone. Sometimes she cries, sometimes she gets angry. Sometimes she can't even be bothered to get up and those kinds of episodes piss off Satan the most. So far the only way to snap her out of it is to brew a cup of green tea and mint, her favorite.

[emiimagination]

My Hazbin Hotel AU

Hidyho everyone 😄👋

Given the results of the poll, you all want to see the different Hazbin Hotel AUs that I have imagined. So here are my Hazbin Hotel AUs with their names and their plot.

Last updated: 03/29/2025

The Deer Gods AU

In an isolated village in Ireland, the population still worships two Cervitaurs, half-deer, half-man creatures. One of blood red brings Death, the other with white fur grants Life. Hidden in a sanctuary in the heart of the forest, they protect the village and its inhabitants… until the day the Crusader Knights arrive in the Village to bring the Good Word! Between shenanigans and plots, friendship and cruelty, the Deer Gods will have to fight to survive this invasion.

Well, this AU, I have already introduced it to you ^^ Alastor and Lucifer are Cervitaurs and are Charlie's parents. Their life is peaceful until the arrival of the Crusaders led by Adam. The fiction is already available in French on AO3 and Wattpad and the translation is currently in progress.

The couples of this AU: Radioapple / Huskerdust / CherriSnake / Chaggie

The Headcanon AU

This is more of a series of fictions based on the series. You can find "The Rainbow After the Rain" and "And There Was Light…" as well as others that will offer a continuation of the Hazbin Hotel series.

The couples of this AU: past Lucilith / Radioapple / Huskerdust / Chaggie / CherriSnake / others may arrive later.

Son of the Radio AU

Alastor has a Hellborn son: Wendigo aka Wend! The young demon deer, although almost as powerful as his father, does not seek to dominate Hell but joins Princess Charlie Morningstar in her Redemption Hotel project, mainly in order to help his boyfriend: Angel Dust! However, when Alastor returns after 7 years of absence, he doesn't really seem to accept the relationship between his son and the porn actor.

This AU is the one that presents the most OCs. There are three ^^ however, this AU is the only one where I don't use the Huskerdust. Husk will still have an important role with Angel but no romance is expected for them since Angel is already in a relationship.

The couples of this AU: DeerSpider (AngelDustxWendigo) / CherriSnake / Chaggie / past Lucilith / once side Radiostatic / once side GuitarSpear / maybe Radioapple

Behind her smile AU

Alanor; known by all as the Radio Demon, this woman has a terrible reputation as a very powerful and extremely dangerous Overlord with boundless cruelty. But then what is she doing here, at the door of the Happy Hotel of the princess of Hell? Why would she want to join this project of redemption of Sinners? What secrets can she hide behind her smile?

Genderbend Alastor AU where Alastor is a woman named Alanor, the Radio Demon with boundless cruelty and a dark past who hates men more than anything. But why? What could she hide?

The couples of this AU: past Lucilith / Radioapple / Chaggie / Huskerdust / CherriSnake / GuitarSpear

Let Me Be Surprised AU

Alastor has just died! But instead of falling into Hell as his life as a serial killer and cannibal would have predicted, he is pulled away from Darkness by Lucifer, a Seraph Angel who wishes to rehabilitate Sinners. But Heaven being far too calm for him, Alastor steals the watch that represents his life and winds it up to return to Earth, unwittingly dragging Lucifer with him. Now immortal, Alastor is determined to take his life back in hand and become unforgettable! And for that, he intends to use Lucifer's naivety as well as the exceptional powers of Emily and Charlie, two angel and demon twins who say they are the daughters of Lilith, the Queen of Hell!

AU inspired by this drawing by @art-from-iso, itself inspired by this song by All Dogs Go To Heaven, and by Daisies by Black Gryph0n. So we have the couple DemonAlastorxAngelLucifer and it's a kind of Human AU

the couples of this AU: Radioapple / CherriSnake / GuitarSpear / Huskerdust

Not How It Seems AU

Alastor was murdered when he was only 9 years old. But instead of going to Heaven like all children's souls, he ends up in Hell! With incredibly powerful powers, he becomes the Terrible Radio Demon and obtains the title of Overlord. When he hears about the Queen's Redemption project, his curiosity and desire for fun make him join the crazy adventure of the Hazbin Hotel! However, in Hell as elsewhere, things are never what they seem!

A kind of Swap AU where Alastor is the only Sinful Child, where Charlie is an angel, daughter of Michael and Sera, twin sister of Emily who was fallen and who became Queen of Hell with her wife Vaggie and who is constantly in competition for the throne with Satan, former Prince of Hell, and Lilith, First Woman who became Sin of Pride. But despite her kingdom in precarious balance, Charlie is determined to make up for her mistakes by rehabilitating the Sinners in order to stop the Exterminations led by Adam and his son Abel!

The couples in this AU: Chaggie / CherriSnake / WrathPride (SatanxLilith) / GuitarSpear one-side / Huskerdust / CarmillaxZestial

Second Chance AU (based on Helluva Boss but mixed with Hazbin Hotel)

Stolas just died… he remembers feeling his last breath leave him… and yet, he wakes up in his child's body, a few days after his birthday where he met Blitzø. Realizing that he was given a second chance to live, Stolas decides to no longer lead his life to make his neglectful father proud, preferring to do everything to be happy and hoping to fix the mistakes he made in his past life. And surprisingly, the key to his happiness seems to be by becoming the adopted son of the King and Queen of Hell.

Quite old AU but which has more or less regained its meaning first with the series Hazbin Hotel (for characters such as Lucifer, Charlie and Lilith and the others) and the last episodes of Helluva Boss

The couples of this AU: Stolitz / MilliexMoxxie / Lucilith / Chaggie / Huskerdust / maybe Radioapple

The Doe King AU (made for the Doe Lucifer Week)

Lilith, outraged that Lucifer offers to carry the child they can't have, makes a pact with Sera, promising her that she will never give Lucifer children if she helps her make him weaker. With the power granted by Heaven, she curses Lucifer to be stuck in a doe's body and chases him from the throne. Lucifer manages to survive thanks to the support of the Sins Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor but he has no motivation to fight against Lilith because his heart is broken… until he meets Alastor.

Couples of this AU: Past Lucilith / Radioapple / Huskerdust

And there you have it!

I know, there are a lot of them. My brain is too inspired by Hazbin Hotel 😅

So? What do you think? Which one is your favorite?

[bluestarlett]

okay so i dont really talk about Gaea's relationship with the other gods a lot but i think its pretty necessary for this

so.

initially with the creation of the universe, its only Gaea and Psyche. They're halves to eachother and complete opposites they create a balance right.

but there needs to be more and so the other secondary gods are created

but they are self-governed. in the beginning, none of the gods adhere to Gaea's rule, they do not obey his word purely because he is part of what created them. 

Scylla, Phaunus and Freyja especially

He has to find ways to earn the favour of each of the gods—much in the same way that Seraph and Saturn have to. 

Scylla is physical strength, so he must beat her in a fight and capture one of her heads, Selene is logic, kind of like a sphinx, so he has to solve her puzzles, with Freyja he must forge a weapon better than her best, for Phaunus he must know his way around the forest... so on.

With Aster, though... that doesn't happen.

With Aster, she's the only one to form as a child. She's the only one to love Gaea unconditionally from the very beginning. He does not have to *earn* her love the way he does with the other gods.

She looks up to him. 

Theyre very Child of the Stars by FIAB. I've said this before

She loves him in his truest form. No games, no need to prove himself.

Which is why it hurts him all the more when he kills her while she still loves him all the same.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #184

1. Hi! A while back ago I saw a fic in which Agnes Nutter wrote one last last prophecy, which read, “He loves ye too, ye dafte olde serpent” or something similar to that. Has anyone seen a fic like that? Thanks so much, y’all do amazing work here! - @seraphic-sibyl

2. Hi there, I was looking for a fic I read awhile ago where Aziraphale speaks to God about his relationship with Crowley, and she describes it sort of like that Crowley is a flaming sword, and therefore Aziraphale is the sheath? I’m sorry if that’s too vague, but thank you for the help you do! -anon

3. I'm looking for a fic and I am hoping you can help me locate it. You all do such a great service finding fics that are lost and I am hoping you can help me. The fic is about Crowley and Aziraphale living in the same building and I think Aziraphale is playing records or maybe plays the piano and Crowley joins him on some instrument even though they can't see each other. Crowley is famous and Aziraphale has a child that he is either looking after or its his son. (Adam maybe?) They go over to Crowleys to see each other and I think Crowley is surprised that Aziraphale isn't an elderly man. I honestly have been looking for it for a while with no luck and I feel like the longer look the more blurry the details get. - anon

4. Hello lovely mods! I am looking for a lost fic that I cannot find for the life of me - it may have been deleted. It was a smutty fic that involved Crowley driving home in 1967 with Aziraphale’s thermos of holy water between his legs, and it results in Crowley “making an effort” for the first time in the Bentley lol. Any help finding it would be much appreciated ty! - anon

5. Hi, hello! Thank you so very much for all your work! I'm looking for a Night at Crowley's Flat fic, but I'm not certain it was tagged that way, and I'm also not certain of the rating. All I remember is they get back to the flat, and are sort of tiptoeing around each other. C decides to go to bed, and leaves A to his own devices. Eventually, A decides to crawl into bed with C anyway, to find him still awake. Thank you again!! - @opheliasflorist

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

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[vulnonapixes-dc-corner]

New Hero Name for Tim Drake

God knows he needs a way to conclude his Robin era

The winner gets a shitty costume design.

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[nyctoseraph]

OH, GALATEA!

Yandere Sculptor/Artist! Rafayel x Muse/Childhood Friend! Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, depictions of manipulation, obsessive behaviors. YANDERE/DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. 491 words

Like a god, he crafted the world around you. The very buildings you look up to are a notion of his hand and the statues that look down to you are willed by his desire. Even the necklace that ever so subtly wraps around your neck is a product, a gift, of his own genius.

So like a devout follower, you'll walk along the grandeur he carved out for you, for everywhere you go there is only him. The voices around you all sing hymns and praise for him, and all the gigantic posters paint him to be this deity to be worshipped for all his brilliance. Every step you take in his world — of course there would be Rafayel.

You once remember the vibrant flame lilies in your childhood home. The one you shared with a blurry figure you couldn't pull out of the recesses of your memory. But he's there, caressing the flowers and tying them in between the strands of your hair.

Ever since the dawn of your relationship, he had his eyes on you, but you always looked at the flowers more than him. So he had decided that he'll shine brighter, be more vibrant than that of those red flora he'll soon grow to despise.

Red is what he is, like the flame lilies, like the crimson blood he felt like shedding when you decide to just leave the castle walls — the fences of your childhood suburbs. You ran away from your prince without sparing a glance and all he could see, all he could feel, was red.

You hadn't even seen him bloom, like those flowers you loved. All he could do was bleed red and hope you like the color. You walked away, so he'll run after you. You never saw him again since the day you looked back from the car and saw his small figure crying.

Since that day he's followed you, through giant billboards, through the humming of the radio, through the light of the television featuring his features once again. He follows you through memories and the I-wonder-how-he-is-now’s.

And soon you'll cross paths again, because to hell with star-crossed lovers if he can just rearrange the galaxies, he's an artist after all. He'll smile brightly, and you'll finally pull out the blurry face from the depths of your mind.

He crafted every single thing, your very own artist. Staging your meetings like a playwright and painting beautiful memories that he intends to burn into your mind so you'll never ever forget them again. He's a sculptor and he's shaping his own fairytale back to how it should be.

Pygmalion poured his heart and soul into creating the love of his life, so as a nod to a fellow artist he promises to perfect the world he created for the two of you. You might not be made of marble, but you are his very own masterpiece. 

His very own Galatea.

[seraph's notes]: might actually write something longer about this... after i find the motivation to do so ig-

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[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Platonic yandere Lucifer x Gamigin

There's no sex, but it's very dark, so read only if you think you're in the right headspace for it. Cw: mention of incest at the start (the seraphs being weird), unhealthy relationships, emotional manipulation

Lucifer trully cared for his brothers up in Heaven, and, to a certain extent, he still does. But he knew that his relationship with them was getting a bit unhealthy due to his and his brothers incestuous tendencies, so he left.

But than he got to meet another creature... so small and vulnerable, in need of his devine guidence. Such a pathetic creature, a speck in the universe, nothing in the eyes of God yet everything in the eyes of Lucifer.

Gamigin had potential if the pearl on his staff was anything to go by, but Lucifer needed to make sure nobody dared corrupt the young soul.

The way both his angel bretheren and the devils treated Gamigin angered Lucifer to the point he locked his country, making it his own paradise with little pathetic creatures to look after.

As time went on, more devils joined Lucifer's side, but none of them were as close as Gamigin.

During one of the many nights he spent sharing a bed with Gamigin, he used his power to mark him.

[The last dragon shall be unable to leave without my permission.]

Lucifer always treated Gamigin differently. While the other devils have harsh rules to follow, Gamigin could go around doing whatever he pleased as long as he didn't go too far away from his king.

While Lucifer would hiss at anybody that dared get too close to him, he would always ask Gamigin to sit on his lap. It reminded him of how he brought up his brothers, how he took care of them since they hatched.

When he gets very strong hallucinations, he might even try to feed Gamigin the same way he fed his brothers, mouth to mouth.

The sharp black talons on his neck and thigh block any escape from crossing Gamigin's mind and he can only try and talk Lucifer out of his delusions. Yet he's starting to suspect that they're no longer hallucinations, that Lucifer simply wants to take care of Gamigin as if he was a baby angel.

Lucifer insists that Gamigin calls him brother and nothing else. Being called a king is impersonal and Lucifer isn't Gamigin's king, he's his brother. His loving and caring older brother.

Whenever Gamigin makes a mistake, Lucifer will gently hold his hands and explain to him what to do better next time. A far cry from the way he hisses and snarls at anyone else. Gamigin could stab him in the back and Lucifer wouldn't mind.

Brother knows best, so Gamigin is on a strict diet and self care regime. He and Lucifer have a different meal time seperate from anyone else, they do excersise together and Lucifer applies all the creams and treatment on Gamigin's skin and vice versa. All of this is only between the two and anyone that dares inturupt will need a damn good reason for getting between their sweet brother-brother bonding time.

If Gamigin really wants to visit a certain place in hell outside of Paradise Lost and he begs adaquently enough, Lucifer will call the king of said country and threaten to stop providing any healing aid if a proper presentation of the country isn't given to him and his brother.

Lucifer will still make something catastrophic happen while outside of Paradise Lost. Couldn't give Gamigin any idea that anywhere other than his big brother's arms is safe. He'll even pretend to be mad at the people blaming Gamigin for the disaster. It will most likely traumatise the dragon, but that's what Lucifer wants

"The world outside of these walls is harsh and cruel. Remember how they treated you the first time they saw you? You're a monster in their eyes, sweet brother of mine. Oh, don't cry, big brother is here. And he loves you more than you can imagine."

Lucifer would lick Gamigin's tears with a smirk on his lips. His never tasted sweeter tears. Maybe he should take Gamigin out more often if he gets a sweet treat afterwards for his efforts.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

My dearest lord of the burrow, I beseech you, please grace this mere peasant with another scrumptious Demiurge fic? You, my lord, are the only individual I have found in my travel on this desolate land known as Tumblr to create gender neutral or male reader Demi fics and one's that are not of a sexual nature.

If you would hear my plea, this one would be eternally grateful. You, my lord, may call me, 🥕Carrot.

Seraphim SB Part 2, Electric Boogaloo~

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Greetings, noblest 🥕Carrot anon, one has heard of your quest for gender-neutral and male reader Demiurge content and sends you this small offering to hopefully quench your thirst... even if this is only slightly Demiurge related... sorry about that. This particular work is a gn reader one as pronouns aren't mentioned at all, and it is a continuation of a previously received ask since there were no specifications in the ask you sent. —Benny🐰

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Presenting…! An short overview of Seraphim SB's general information!

It wasn't mentioned in the original ask, but Seraphim SB is the heteromorphic race ‘Angel’ and has gotten to the maximum evolution and level, reaching the class of ‘Seraph’. I thought of a passive trait of theirs being that they have a natural holy aura around them that purifies anything within a certain distance of them. And by anything, I mean, living and non-living things.

As mentioned in the previous ask their aura harms those of undead or demonic origin, steadily chipping away at the health of those who are at the same level or higher and hacking away at the health of those of lower levels. The effect of Seraphim SB's aura is so powerful that even Ainz has to step away from them after a while after seeing his health become three-quarters of what it was just an hour ago.

As said above, Seraphim SB is a Seraphim; in angelology, Seraphim represents light, ardor (enthusiasm & passion), and purity. This would mean, after a little while in the new world their overall demeanor would become incredibly positive, bright, and enthusiastic.

The positivity they hold never dissipates even in the most serious or depressing situations, as their mind no longer allows them to feel negative emotions; their racial qualities completely blacking them out. They'll also take on a strange sense of innocence that makes those around them feel an irrational need to protect them from certain things and people. Seraphim SB's positivity also affects those around them, driving being into an almost deranged happiness if they stick around too long.

Because of Seraphim SB's holy origin, most if not all of the spells, skills & abilities they use are also of holy origin. Their particular skill is somewhat similar to a command order, but it's strictly directed at other angels. This skill, ‘Buisine’, allows players of the seraphim class to issue irrevocable commands to those of the angel race that are ten levels or less below them. Not only that, but angels and other holy beings have a natural want to follow, serve, and protect seraphim as they are usually a sign that a God is nearby.

It's already been established that Seraphim SB is the law of Nazarick; they are the judge and sometimes the executioner. But, who's the jury? Seraphim SB has two NPCs who act as their jury, each one is of a race that can split themselves into multiple consciousnesses with a maximum of six. They give off the appearance that each part has its own thoughts on each case, but in reality, they all share the same thoughts, goals, and morals stem from Seraphim SB. So to be clear, the “jury” is also Seraphim SB. It was also mentioned in another ask I received, but they can summon a sort of instant domain in the form of a grand courtroom that can seat thousands.

Let's talk about Seraphim SB and their relationship with others in Nazarick!

As stated in the previous post, Seraphim SB pays the arch-devil no real mind. They usually ignore most of the people around in favor of having a constant internal celebration instead. What do they celebrate about, you ask? Anything. Back on topic– Because Seraphim SB is physically and mentally incapable of having negative thoughts and opinions anymore, they usually fail to see the wrong in anyone's words or actions.

Demiurge wants to take over the world in the name of Ainz and themself and also happens to be kidnapping humans and doing unspeakable things to them at the Happy Farm? Okay! Sounds great! Shaltear was brainwashed and is fighting Ainz? That's awesome, Seraphim SB is rooting for both of them! Albedo wants to hunt down and kill any other players she finds? Cool! They're wishing her luck! 

Seraphim SB is also incapable of reprimanding and forgiving others, they can't identify that any wrong has been committed and because of that, have no reason to punish or forgive them. That may make you wonder how they can accurately judge others when they commit a crime against Nazarick, but they trust that the book of laws that Ainz gave them is correct and they abide by it without fail. They also have Albedo, Demiurge, and their NPCs to point them in the right direction when it's needed.

Because they trust so readily and are easily manipulated by others, Demiurge, lucky for him, has been assigned to Seraphim SB as a sort of protector and a balance to their morals. 

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[kerryweaverlesbian]

PUH LEASE do directors commentary on I've crawled further into the VCR 🙏🙏🙏

I would LOVE to commentate on my crazy castiel vore fic!!!! Written for my beloved @castielsprostate 's 1k event. This one mostly just flowed out without needing much thought but here's what I assume was on the boil in the background.

Castiel, former-God, former-seraph, current-Winchester, had long since worked himself out of the habit of bending his knee to anything. He would not be commanded, he would not be exploited, he would not be coerced into worship. The reverence he showed, then, in dropping to his knees before the glowing screen of the television, was all his own.

I don't usually think of Cas as Castiel Winchester, as he doesn't have a relationship with John at all and he's like. The holder of it in the show. and if I was giving him a last name it would be Singer and then Dean would double-barrel to Winchester-Singer if they got married to be cute. I honestly just put it there to be part of the trio of answers lol.

Cas invented free will and he will spit in the face of authority 😇 but he's an angel so worshipping false idols is hot

The Cave was dark, but for the blank white of the screen. A flash of green graced its top right corner intermittently: [INSERT TAPE] , and at the left, in black: [HDMI2]. Castiel had waited for this. The others were sleeping in their rooms. He prided himself on the excuse he’d given to Dean; “I will be communing with the slugs. I want to feel them lingering on my skin.” Dean, despite his profession, could be adorably squeamish about the strangest of things.

My dad always says "HDMI 12" to wind me up even though it's HDMI 2 lol. Anyway, a lot of this fic is (naturally) revelling in Cas’s weirdoness 💗 so maybe another day he does go and commune with the slugs

Cas felt only nominally guilty about his lie. He’d tried to be more honest in the past:

“I want to use the VCR.” // “Awesome, let’s all do a movie night!”

“I plan to learn about the inner workings of our entertainment modules.” // “Like a documentary? Hey, Sam, you ever seen one about that?”

“I wish to be consumed by the television.” // “Swing and a miss, buddy. You consume stuff, not the other way around. TV sounds good though, let’s do Kitchen Nightmares.”

Thus, the necessity of deception. Not joining Dean in bed required an explanation, and accurate explanation, Cas knew, would be impossible. Dean would be disconcerted. Quite possibly disgusted. He might, most importantly, have thrown the VCR away. Cas couldn’t abide that.

Hehehe justifying lies as per usual, never change cas!!!

He ran his thumbs around the opening flap to the VCR, feeling out its generous give. This machine was an object of power. It translated vision to vision, thought to thought, a brain-brain connection that slid daintily past the hard brick wall of imagination. The creation of worlds; no longer the arrogant privilege of a God. On the first day, the Director of Cinematography said Let There Be Light, and there was light. And it was Good.

I literally love television and movies so much and I WILL push that love into Castiel whenever I can!!! I saw him analysing Roadrunner he's just like me for real. I'm obviously less rapturous about it, no story is perfectly captured from someone's brain to another (those faults and work arounds and choices made to convery the things that can't be directly stated are part of what fascinates me!!) But mr godstiel believes that if there is a Creator they must be Omnipotent.

The repeated "on the x day, and it was good" is from the Bible story of the creation of the Earth. Now that I think about it, it's pretty interesting for Castiel to create his own mythos of the creation of movies while being desperately horny over the fact that humans create their own mythoses...! He's doing the thing he admires and he doesn't even realise it!

Another fascination; there is no lone creator. Sometimes, merely seeing the hundreds of credits scroll at the end of a movie had been enough to drive Castiel to distraction. Intricate, high effort collaboration, all for the relatively unimportant end of entertaining other humans for somewhere around an hour and a half. The entire enterprise amounts to making pleasing shapes and noises for each other. Fruitless. Pointless. A total and complete waste of time. A frisson of excitement crackles through Cas at the concept. Every second of time, in Heaven, was accounted for. It was expected that Heavenly Works were being completed at every moment. Idleness was not punished, because it did not happen. To spend months, years even, producing something, the only purpose of which is to waste more time…the decadence was astounding.

As you've likely noticed, the paragraphs in this are LONG, much longer paragraphs all in a row than I'd usually allow in editing. This was to give a sense of how Castiel feels overwhelmed with thought and feeling.

"no lone creator" <- Guy who named herself Kermit after Mr The Frog, the world famous creative director muppet "I think creative collaboration is fucking epic" lol. Of course, I don't think that the art of cinema is a waste of time, this was just to have it be a joke, Castiel getting horny not over the fanciness of artistic vision or the beauty of how it is communicated but over how it's a waste of time. He is crazy about something he doesn't fully respect.

Plus, it grants an extra layer of salaciousness to Castiel's VCR infatuation, which makes it sexier. It's soooo baaaaaad ;) naughty agel ;) haha

That’s not even mentioning the avatars of creative vision. Puppeteering another, willing, human soul to have their actions reflect a world that is not their reality. The closest humans can get to tapping into the kind of power Castiel once swallowed, an act with defiance and vulnerability tied so tightly together that they are inextricable from each other. The unwavering, daring passion of humanity, made transferable by one small gray box with buttons on it. Cas chewed on his own finger to keep himself quiet. He hadn’t even done anything yet, just the thoughts were getting him hot under the collar.

Me, throwing philosophical spaghetti at the wall: is this a pwp crack fic?

Haha, but I do genuinely think that if one can drill down to WHY someone finds something hot (this is fiction, no one irl needs to have a reason for liking stuff but characters should) and communicate that to the audience, it makes the sex hotter. To give an example of this not working: in Bride by Ali Hazelwood (which I very much enjoyed until the last 5 chapters :$), the protagonist, Misery the vampire (LOVE HER) falls in love with Lowe Moorland the werewolf (his name also cracks me up, is he The Fens?). Misery is very forthright and frank with her thoughts and feelings when she feels able to trust him, she's very active when she wants something, she is willing to fight at the drop of a hat. And then in every sex scene she effectively turns into a little sex doll that Lowe Does Sex To rather than an active participant. The favoured position is her pressed against the wall with her back to him, even though part of the vampire mating sequence is drinking each other's blood. She thinks about what she might like but never reaches for them or is blocked when she tries them. And their sex life is presented as very positive, this isn't a deliberate relationship flaw. It's so strange! I have no idea why Misery would want to be lifted around like a dolly and I was literally in her head. Reportedly, these positions happen in every book of hers and like :/ it's FINE she finds it hot and I don't it's FINE but like. Maybe try. Thinking about the character's specificity while doing the sex scene....I fell in love with Misery not the cut out of a woman...

Anyway. I think allowing myself to think of this as a silly piece helped me not worry too much about whether I was being too pretentious or using the perfect character voice just to get these thoughts down. I can wax poetic about things I genuinely love about television and movies in the less vulnerable space of "this is jokes it's just what Castiel thinks when he's getting randy". It's not me getting overly emotional about it, it's Castiel!

He dipped his fingertips into the flap. It opened a little way for him, ready and willing, a faint, creaking, whine escaping from it when it found no videotape to swallow. He shushed it and spread his other hand soothingly over the box. A little glisten of saliva transferred from his knuckle to its top, incontrovertible proof of his sensual intentions. He wiped it away with his thumb.

He pressed further in. At a certain threshold, the VCR rejoiced at finding its fleshy tape, and it thrummed excitedly around his fingers. Small wheels encouraged Castiel deeper, and who is he to deny its request? He only got as far as the third segment of his middle finger when he encountered resistance for the first time. The back wall of the tape compartment. He could sense the mechanisms behind it quivering and spinning, but the restraints of the physical plane prevented him from going any further. Or, they would have. If he was human.

Now here is where the true eroticism begins! Now. I didn't feel any particular way about machines being hot or sexual before writing this fic. And I'm still not into vore. But. Well. The thing is sometimes I see a car getting its innards revealed by a delicate yet massive crane or a machine made of lego with its wheels spinning perfectly and I do sometimes get a little flustered. And since writing my deancaspala I've definitely been thinking a lot about the impala as a sex object. So. Writers beware lmao. Although, I think it's a good thing to find more things hot, so 😜

Anyway - with the actual writing. A VCR machine is a little flat box with wheels in it. It's not sexy to most people. I made it more clearly a sexual object by a) Cas believing it has agency (it opened for him, it wants a tape) b) describing it as a body (it whines, it swallows, it quivers) and c) adding fluids (cas's saliva). I feel that these steps could likely be used to make any object sexual. Try it and see! While heeding my warning lol.

Arm set sideways, Castiel glided his hand flat so that his pinkie finger was brushing that back wall and his thumb and index hung garishly out of the front. He paused there for a time, stroking the sides of the opening carefully, reassuring the open mouth that he planned to be gentle when he breached its precious interior. Then he slid through. The plastic wall became permeable under his will, and it sucked at his fingers like a departing wave. There were mechanisms back there, wires, sensors, circuit boards. Cas shivered. It was hot. More than erotic - although that was a factor - the caged off fans did little to cool off this backstage area. The things there were not meant to be touched while they were on. Not permissible. Indecent. His elbow knocked the side of the entertainment unit in his eagerness to press in, making the VCR shiver in kind. He stretched space with half a thought to delve deeper into the machine’s guts.

I took some care with the pacing of how things went. I described every movement of Castiel’s hand going into the flap, making the pace very slow, and then he thinks about how it's "not permissible. Indecent." and this excites him, so he speeds up and we get less detail - the action is zoomed out suddenly from his fingers to his elbow. This, naturally, has some unintended consequences:

He stretched, perhaps, a little too far. A segment of his consciousness slipped into the HDMI access point by accident, and suddenly he had double vision. He shut his eyes tight against the dizziness, and found he could still see. His view was of himself, from the front, lit by a bright, neon pink glow. He was the very picture of debauched; head cast back, eyes shut, gasps catching at every breath. He hadn’t even realized he had been biting his bottom lip until he saw it from the outside. The sting was present, but felt abstracted, as if through a thick coat.

He's so voyeuristic he's getting off on watching himself from an abstracted distance. 🥳. I like this image I'm very pleased with it.

Focusing on that point of pain brought it closer, along with his other humanoid senses, and, with caution, Cas opened his eyes again. He stared. There, on the television screen, was an eye, flat and searching, looking rapidly in every direction it could. Despite being surrounded by dazzling pink light, the pupil is dilated, lustful. Not just an eye, Cas realized with a gasp, tapping into the other image to compare, his own eye. He was transformed. A construct of pure entertainment.

I like calling Cas "humanoid" lol. He is! He's a being in the shape of a human but he is not human. "Scully you're not going to believe this!"

Also, coming back to my earlier realisation, I did put in the fic that he makes himself become televison but I think that is distinct from becoming a creator of stories as he's praising. Like, I can have my photo taken and that doesn't make me a photographer.

Cas can have some self objectification. As a treat.

Castiel’s breathing took on a distinct heaviness, and he watched a line of drool run loose from his own slack mouth. On the last day, the VCR machine said Let There Be Castiel, and there was Castiel. And it was Good.

Almost too good. A crackle of electricity skittered across Cas’s hand and then across his brain, sending a fuzz of blue static across both sets of his vision. He saw himself moan but didn’t hear it, so moaned again, watching the stretch of his own mouth with interest. All he could hear was the embracing sound of white noise. His senses were restricted by attaching himself to the TV.

He had to push deeper.

Sunk cost fallacy more like. Sunk. Cock. Phallus-y. Not that this is a sunk cost fallacy moment, he isn't having any negative side effects it's just a pun I thought of just now. Because he had to push deeper.

Oh, I wanted to talk about! I don't often write in the past tense, I usually write in present tense. Well, more accurately, I write in a mix of past and present and it's all fucked to hell and then I fix it in editing and/or my beta readers catch it for me, haha. But usually the end result is present. I like the immediacy. This one is past tense for a greater level of gravitas, again mimicking the Bible, and to have another level of that juicy distancing. Cas finds it hot to be distanced from himself and you the reader are distanced from him. I use past tense for the first reason in Saint of the Smallest Sun, and the second in ghost!Dean's parts of I Sing The Body Electric (although for sad dissociation reasons not horny dissociation reasons lol).

His wrist got through the slot, then he twisted it sideways slowly, pressuring the VCR’s opening to widen for him. He splayed out his other hand on the edge of the hole, spreading without mercy, and the hole opened for him just as he wished. It was still a tight squeeze to fit his head through it, but once the plastic was forced over the shells of his ears, the rest went easier, as if the machine then understood what he wanted. His entire body was soon completely ensconced in the whirring, cozy darkness of the tape compartment.

I watched videodrome for this fic (and after reading @explainslowly 's cronunbussy destiel fic) and recently described it as "haunted tv show gone wrong gone sexual???!" while recommending it to my friends after my PowerPoint presentation on how depictions of ghosts have changed through new technologies! I actually don't remember if I watched it before or after writing this fic? But they share the idea of hard plastic becoming stretchy and maliable as part of sex acts. It's a good weird movie I enjoyed it!

Once the toe of his final shoe was through, there was a wonderful sensation of intense compression, like being squeezed very tightly all over his body. A VCR machine wants above all to be the shape of a VCR machine and without Castiel’s deliberate stretching it had reverted, with him secreted inside. He was made small by it, protected in a way he’d never experienced before.

"A VCR machine wants above all to be a VCR machine" very Parchett-inian line if I do say so myself. I love dyskworld I love how it's 80% jokes AND 80% thoughtful characterisations and actions with consequences. You can do both, and at the same time!! I don't think my writing is stylistically similar at all, but we do both enjoy silliness, punes (or, playses on wordsies) and character work. Yippee!

It was too hot in there for a mammal. The VCR was overheating, pushed past its means, letting out long bleeps of complaint that Cas felt pulsing pleasurably through brain as the electricity had. If it weren’t for his powers, Cas would be panting and writhing with the heat of it. As it was, he panted and writhed for entirely different reasons.

In complete darkness, Cas found it easier to keep his total focus inside the television. He tried pushing his gaze all the way to the left, trying to see inside the box of the TV rather than out of the screen, but he was stuck within its four edges, which was exhilarating in its own way. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak, couldn’t touch, only watch, a sensory reconstruction of his time as an angel. Upholding those rules through his own choice, rather than in fear of Heaven, felt intensely erotic.

I just put as many kinks into this experience as possible, huh? Lol. He's objectuming, he's overstimulated, he's sensorarily deprived, he's restrained, he's compressed, he's objectified, he's voyeur, he's exhibitionist, he's degraded (he has become what he was earlier calling a waste of time), he's empowered (making the choice, and reminded of his angelhood), he's penetrating the VCR and will later be penetrated in a sense ("dean stick your dick in the vcr machine"). I don't fully understand the appeal of vore, but I do understand the appeal of all of these (not saying one way or the other if I have these as kinks), and so can

He stared at the dark edge of his recliner - stained a dark, shiny pink by the light around his eye - and his sense of time slowly fogged over through the lack of sensation. He’s surprised, therefore, when Dean steps into view. First his legs, clad in his hotdog pajama bottoms, then his face when he crouched to squint into the screen. His eyes screwed up at the brightness, but he didn’t back away from it. Cas couldn’t hear him when he spoke, but Cas knew what his own name looked like on Dean’s mouth.

Isn't that last line so cute....he love him...ehehe

Unable to communicate with his human voice, Cas tried his true one for a few seconds, but from Dean curling in on himself and the furniture bouncing behind him it’s clear that it didn’t come through. Dean said something else, rolling his eyes, then his hand landed on the remote that had fallen off the side table in the rumble of Castiel’s speech. He picked it up, looked at it for a moment, then clicked it at the screen with a half-shrug. A black line appeared at the bottom of Cas’s vision. When he looked back at Dean, he mouthed, “Say something.”

[DEAN], Cas said, and it appeared in the box, written backwards in a vivid light blue. Subtitles.

a) I love finding new ways for people to communicate when they're not in their bodies!! It's so fun!! I do it a lot in The Body Electric (Dean can't speak as a ghost) but I also have that in a late chapter of A Light Above Descending where an angel talks via the weather. I'm an active listener* and very patient, and it always makes me a little smug when I've figured out what someone is trying to communicate while others are confused by it. Seems I win at being considerate and thoughful and understanding, eh? >:^]

*this includes body language and tone. I will say I am not good at picking up if people are being passive aggressive to ME (usually from mangers lol) but that only annoys them and doesnt affect me bc I don't know and they're the one not being a grown up and a professional and talking to me clearly about it so it's not a skill I care to learn lol

ANYWAY. Isn't deanie weanie such a smart boy 1000 kisses for him.

Dean clapped and raised his hands over his head to celebrate his own cleverness, which Cas waited out indulgently, appreciating the silent film he was presented with. As soon as he was done, Cas instructs him:

[DEAN, PUT YOUR DICK IN THE VCR MACHINE]

An all time classic! DEAN PUT YOUR DICK IN THE VCR MACHINE. 🥳🥳🥳 I had gone back and forth on whether or not to include Dean at all but then this line came to me and I knew I shrimply must.

Dean’s hands dropped instantly to cover his face, which had turned a darker pink even under Cas's pink light. He said something behind his hands, then peaked out at Cas, clearly waiting for his reaction.

Cas's light is pink because it's like. You know. Like the inside of your. Baby. Pynk behind all of the doors. Crazy. Pynk like the tongue that goes down. Maybe. Pynk like the paradise found.

And because pink is a warmer colour than light blue (the other colour I was considering) and works well as a contrast to his blue iris AND I was planning to make the accompanying image the whole time and I had a good neon pink highlighter <3

[I CAN’T HEAR YOU]

A huff and an eye roll, then Dean put up his arms in a big X, which Cas knew meant 'no way, man!!' It was often pulled out when Dean heard about Cas’s more out there ideas for the bedroom, but also often recanted after a little more explanation of what Cas actually meant. Squeamish, he was, but typically his curiosity and abiding horniness won out.

[WHY NOT?] Cas asked, but he couldn’t follow Dean’s subsequent rant, despite the frequent and wild arm movements. [IT’S WARM], Cas tempted, [IT’S VERY COZY IN HERE]

The tempterrrrrrr.

Dean’s mouth dropped open, and it took a few goes but Cas eventually understood Dean asking, “You’re in there?”

[YES.]

It was deeply entertaining to see Dean’s face go on 10 different journeys, and better when Dean finally tugged at the elastic of his pajama pants. Flashes of yellow burst through the pink of the screen, an apparent manifestation of Castiel’s excitement, which embarrassed him somewhat, until Dean put his hand to the edge of the screen and brushed his thumb on it with a fond smile. Cas couldn’t feel it, of course, but the gesture was appreciated.

GAY. GAY. HOMOSEXUAL. GAY.

Cas didn’t know what their Godless, collaborative, frivolous love-making was going to end up looking like, but he did know this: It was going to be Good

And it was.

Woooooo cheers and applause. But don't roll the credits, Cas needs a break! Haha. I love all of my fics, but this is definitely top tier. It will be fundamental reading when my works are taught as a university module due to my contributions to English Literature. Thank you for the opportunity to go through it with a discerning eye! Mwah!!!