#roach's angel

[left-for-carrion]

Personally I think it's a shame that nobody's pinned me down and torn my wings off yet, but yk, it's never too late-

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | New Glasses

 John finds you reclining on the couch. Bowl of popcorn chips resting on your stomach and mask, cool and slimy, on your face.

“So, we not going on a date tonight?”

The casual way he drops the statement belies the gravity of it.

The moment it takes to process through your exhausted brain is the only moment of peace for the rest of the night.

Jumping to your feet the chips go flying as your mask slides off your face and into the now empty bowl.

“It’s Monday!” You shout as you stare at him in horror. “Fuck, I will be ready in ten minutes.”

Before you can sink to your knees to clean up your mess John takes you by the hand and deposits you at your room. With a smiling kiss to your cheek he promises to clean up the mess and turn off the TV.

You wipe your face with a makeup wipe and panic spin before shouting down the hall.

“John! What should I wear?”

“Closed toed shoes and layers dove,” he shouted back.

“Layers and clothes toed shoes,” you mutter to yourself on repeat as you start digging around for a clean pair of jeans and a set of matching socks.

“Oh, and no makeup if you feel comfortable. It will melt off.”

His loud voice and words make you pause.

“What the hell are we doing that would cause my make up to melt off?” You ask the empty room.

Eleven minutes later you are knotting the laces of your shoes and pushing off the couch to follow John to his car. It’s practical, how like him. He catches sight of your small smirk at his vehicle.

“What? Not as fancy as Johnny’s?”

Busting out laughing you drop a hand onto his shoulder for support. Johnny had the oldest, ugliest truck you had ever seen.

He smiles down at you, cheeks pulling up to cause crinkles around his eyes. You loved when he smiled that big, with his whole face. It made your heart so happy.

John walked you to the passanger door, opening it for you with a bow and a wink.

“My lady.”

You give a curtsey with your imaginary skirt before rolling your eyes and climbing in and buckling your seat belt.

“So, John, what is the silliest situation you have ever ended up in because of your job?”

“Let me think,” he focuses on driving as he does. “Had to be the time I told the president of US a crass joke.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” You gape at him from the opposite seat.

“Was playing bodyguard at a conference, there was only one man in the room while we were waiting for the VIP and I made a joke to break the tension.”

“What did he do?” You prompt, there has to be more to this conversation.

“He looked at me odd before busting out in laughter. I didn’t realize my mistake until the meeting started and he got introduced to the room. We made eye contact and I have never felt my face go that red before,” John offers you a hand to hold between the seats.

You take it, enjoying the roughness of his palms and the width of his fingers between yours.

“What about you?” John asks.

“What about me what?”

“Tell me the silliest interaction you have had working as a barista.”

“Whew, that might take all night. Top of mind though, was the guy who showed up at the wrong coffee shop for a first date.”

“How long did it take him to figure it out?”

“An hour,” you emphasize the last word. “He thought he had been stood up.”

John laughed at the man’s misfortune. The drive went on like that, trading stories back and forth until John pulled up outside of a pretty nondescript building with a large overhead door that cars typically went through. No cars would fit through this one though, the opening showed tables and decorative glass pieces.

“You know I didn’t ask before but what are we doing on this date?” You ask as you stare at the beautiful and intricate works of blown glass.

“We are making some blown glass pieces. You can do an ornament for Christmas or a cup,” John steps from the car with a finger up to ask for your patience.

Appreciating the way he moves you watch him round the car. Smiling up at him as he opens the door you take the offered hand, sliding the fingers of your left hand into his. Entering the spacious building you look around at the orbs hanging artfully along one wall.

“Hi guys, welcome in. Do you have an appointment?” A young woman with blonde beach waves greats you, eyes jumping straight to John.

You can’t blame her, he is an attractive man, despite the funny facial hair decisions he makes sometimes.

“We do, the couples hour under the last name Price?”

You almost didn’t catch it but he tilted your hand to so she couldn’t see your lack of ring. Smiling up at him he winks at you when he glances from the receptionist. Two small taps to your nose confirm your understanding.

“Okay, are you wanting to do an ornament or a cup?” The blonde asks in a slightly more subdued tone.

“Cup for me, love?”

John turns to you.

“Cup for me as well please.”

“Okay, you can pick up to two colors and whether or not you want a band on your cup. Al will be with you shortly.”

You pull John to look over your options. The date doesn’t leave a lot of room for talking, but warm glances while standing at the furnace, slowly working with Al to keep the slug of molten glass spinning. Whoever decided on when to have newbies help with this process understood the lack of skill the average John would have.

Glad you avoided putting on make-up on John’s recommendation, you wipe at the back of your neck where sweat has started to collect. Once the cups were settled into the annealing oven, you did find stepping from the studio a startling refreshing experience.

“I had fun John. Thank you,” you infuse as much warmth and honesty into your words as you can manage.

He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips, dropping a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Bonus is that I get to take you out again when they are ready for pickup,” he lifts both brows at you from under his hat.

“All that means is I get to spend more time with you. What a hardship,” you roll your eyes as your sarcasm lands.

John scoops you close with a spin.

“Come on brat, let’s get you some food. I know you didn’t eat enough today.” He nuzzles his beard into the space between your shoulder and chin.

You squeal and pull away, “Hey, I resemble that remark!”

He smiles again, wide and full at you.

“Get in the car love.”

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[jellybe-gets-creative]

I feel like I m drawing at the speed of light.

A few colored scribbles/doodles and stuff I wanted to draw.

(I love all of the Hazbin hotel staff very much)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Too many fucks in the hotel kitchen (most of them thankfully not literal) (MOST of them)

Angel Dust: “Are you TRYIN’ to kill me???”

Vaggie: “If I was, I wouldn’t have missed.”

Angel Dust: “YOUR SPEAR ALMOST SHAVED OFF MY CHEST FLUFF”

Vaggie: “You looked at Charlie and said ‘ugh’.”

Angel Dust: “No shit I said UGH! Your girlfriend’s oozing demonic tar all over the kitchen!”

Vaggie: “So? She’s allowed to have midnight snacks without being a night person.”

Angel Dust: “Not all over my bagel she isn’t!”

Charlie: “???bAGeL???”

Angel Dust: “Oh hell no you don’t-”

Vaggie: “Give her the bagel and it’ll give me time to make pancakes.”

Charlie: “!!!!!!pAN-----CAkEsssssss!!!”

Angel Dust: “…you’re fucking one fucking creepy lady, lady.”

Vaggie: “Shows what you know, asshole. She’s absolutely adorable, aren’t you Charlie?”

Charlie: “~~~~HEHEHEH~~~ iM cUUUTe~~~”

Angel Dust: “Motherfucker… these damn pancakes had better be worth it.”

Vaggie: “The fuck said I was making you any?”

Angel Dust: “What th- I gave your creepy girl my bagel!”

Vaggie: “And called her creepy.”

Angel Dust: “I made a sacrifice out of the goodness of my heart and this is what I get for it? That was my fucking bagel! RESPECT MY FUCKING BAGEL, BITCH!!”

Husk: “Who the fuck let him fuck the bagels again.”

Angel Dust: “Oh fff-uck me.”

Vaggie: “Again?”

Charlie: “Bagel-ssS? PLURAL???”

Angel Dust: “Blame Husky voice over there, he dared me to!”

Husk: “I said don’t fuck up that bagel.”

Angel Dust: “See?? Listen to the way he’s sayin’ it! So I had ta! And it was just the one time!”

Vaggie: “WHEN was this ‘one time’.”

Angel Dust: “…Uhh…”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Babe. Drop the bagel.”

Charlie: “Suddenly I’m very awake now and really wish I wasn’t.”

- NEW HOTEL RULE ANNOUNCEMENT-

57.) No fucks in the kitchen. Not of any kind. Don’t even say the word while you’re in there, it’s too fucking dangerous.

[onenicebugperday]

My mom is raising discoid roaches and she’s so excited because her first one just molted! Please enjoy this bug looking like an absolute baby. The exoskeleton is the dark shell next to it :)

An angel...freshly peeled :') Please tell all the roaches that I love them very much

[theredumbrellatheory]

[crosseyedcricketart]

[natelia-aldelliz]

Some Gaz for the necromancer!Soap & ghost!Roach au :

Gaz : You remind me of a cat sometimes

Soap : Yeah? Why? Most people say I'm a dog for some reason.

Gaz : That's because you're a himbo. I think you're a cat because sometimes you freeze and stare at an empty corner of the room as if you're seeing something I can't see. What are you looking at, ghosts?

Soap : 😀☝️😐😅

Roach : Don't tell him, he's our main source of fun-

-

Gaz : Hey, I just found out there's a haunted house not that far away and I've been binge watching ghost hunting videos lately, how about we rent some equipment and go try to find ourselves a ghost?

Soap : Oh uh....

Roach : Say yes, please say yes I've always wanted to go ghost hunting!

Soap : Sure.

Then at the haunted house there isn't a single ghost, except Roach, who makes all their equipment go crazy all by himself, and who has the time of his life. Gaz thinks he experienced something huge and Soap doesn't have the heart to tell him that his army of ghosts were actually just a dead Welsh madman cackling like the menace for society that he is from the top of the stairs...

[greyauras]

Demons and Angels, Ghost/Roach/Soap, Angel!Ghost, Human!Roach and Demon!Soap.

Okay, so you know how angels are actually pretty fuckin terrifying and demons are technically the attractive ones who you would be more likely to go with according to some lore? Basically ghost is an Eldritch horror and Soap's the "whatever you desire" seducer. They both show up around Roach one day (that day being the worst day of his entire life) to save him and try to vie for Roach's choice to be a soldier for heaven or hell due to his new-found life debt. They each try to convince him of the cons of the other side but Roach...likes the both of them...really likes them. He watches them fight over him, knowing they're both his forever if he doesn't "make the decision".

He made it a long time ago.

Bonus point　↓

The enemies to lovers plot has been going on for 280 years and Roach be like.

"Why don't we all just kiss?"

Groundbreaking discovery.

[beescrafting]

came up with another idea, expect a fanfic to come out soon cause I just made reference sheets >:3

The name: A Fallen Sun

The plot:

Simon was a guard in heaven, an angel placed the guard a magical force that heaven had used to seal the demons under.

one day while on duty a mistake took place, he lost the item, its not like it fell into the hands of the demons, no no... It fell to the earth below.

Simon had killed the demon trying to take it, but failed... as punishment he is sent down, alongside a human of the past in order to find the magical item that has stowed itself into a human.

[namazunomegami]

Lord of the Flies, Gluttonous Queen, Prince of Filth, Prince of Decay, Goddess of Ekron, Lord of Slander, Queen of Pestilence and Famine, The Rotting One

I Solomon said unto him: “Beelzeboul what is thy employment?” And (s)he answered me: “I destroy kings. I ally myself with foreign tyrants. And my own demons I set on to men, in order that the latter may believe in them and be lost. And the chosen servants of God, priests, and faithful men, I excite unto desires for wicked sins, and evil heresies, and lawless deeds; and they obey me, and I bear them on to destruction. And I inspire men with envy, and desire for murder, and for wars, and sodomy, and other evil things. And I will destroy the world.” - The Testament of Solomon

[left-for-carrion]

Just thinking about holding you down and tearing off your wings. do I do it slowly or fast? what should I use to do it. thinking about licking blood off your back. Keeping your wings somewhere you can see them and remember all our fun. You know just thinking about it

Oughhh- Just thinking?? You could do it fast, let them tear and crackle, bones popping out of their sockets and feather and blood spraying all over the ground Or fast, languish in the feeling of jaggedly stretching muscle, tendons cracking and snapping Use a knife, your hands, your teeth digging into the joints and ripping through my flesh <3<3<3 Hang them on the wall and let them dry, pinned to it-

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Grocery Delivery

The knock at the door came as a surprise.

Opening it you found several grocery bags filled with items. Lifting the receipt from one of the bags you confirmed the address matched, and the order listed S. Riley. You know Simon’s last name was Riley. Would he be home soon? He typically messaged you a heads up to avoid, well you don’t know, maybe awkwardness? You never had men over for sexual reasons, but a group of friends for wine nights and games wasn’t out of the question.

Sending off a quick text you let Simon know his food arrived.

You got a message back almost immediately.

>Won’t be home for another week. Can you eat anything that will go bad?

Looking over everything as you unbagged it and placed it on the counter you were confused. Almost everything he bought was perishable, would need to be used in about a week and would feed you for at least a week and a half if you stretched it.

<Sure, I guess?

>Thanks.

The shop was almost bringing in a profit, a few more weeks of eating the left overs from the day and you would be able to start paying yourself more than the amount that covered rent, and car expenses.

You hadn’t been suspicious the first two times; shit happens and getting reassigned after being ready to go home was pretty normal for Simon.

But the third time? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times? That’s a fucking pattern.

<Stop ordering food for me.

>Something wrong?

“Motherfucker you know something is wrong, you can’t just keep doing this!” You growled down at your phone.

>Watch me.

<If you put cameras up in our flat, I will smother you on your next leave.

>Better men than you have tried.

<*Lord of the Rings Meme* “I am no man.”

>No cameras but I could feel the anger radiating off my phone.

Pursing your lips you decided to leave him on read, let him suffer. Fucker.

Hours later at the shop a message pops through on your phone.

>You struggle to let people help you.

<Help is asked for, this is intrusive.

You set your phone down to greet a customer. When you returned there was one more message.

>You don’t have to earn help.

A hot spike of emotion ripped through you. Fighting back tears and nausea all at once you stepped into the cooler to cry. Sometimes having an observant man for a roommate fucking sucked.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[slurwrapsupremexd]

[onenicebugperday]

i just need to show this,,, i recently got some madagascar hissing roaches and look!!!!!! freshly peeled!!!!! im so proud of this little man,,,

Freshly peeled angel!!! Please tell him he's beautiful

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Papa Roach - Between Angels And Insects