#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 Masterlist

This is won't be a storyline fic, I just need to get some of these random ideas out of my head.

Things of note: reader is asexual but *not* sex averse, will come up. Ghoap will be a side thing but they are all end up loving reader in different ways.

If you have any ideas or scenes you would love to see in this world please feel free to drop them in the comments or hit me up in an ask. I fucking love this work I have created and if it never ends like a sitcom aiming for syndication.

Companion Series: Hell's Spawn

Ceiling, Floor, Door

Meeting Soap

Sore Loser

Gotta Go

Batter Up

Hugs That Heal

Charmed

Grocery Delivery

Iced Coffee & Scary Movies

Something Stupid

Coffee Orders

Sweet Girl

New Glasses

Stutter

When Did It Change?

Really? You'll Wear It?

Nosey Nancy's

Ten Minutes Please

Job Offer

Frozen Toes

Three Small Squeezes

Scorched Earth

Finding Normal

Bed Snatchers

Sober Up

John, You're Buying A House

Sit Down

Ovulation is a Bitch™ - SFW (Tumblr exclusive)

Charcuterie

Cat Distribution System

Birthday Present *Has slight sexual content

Lover and Love

Witching Hour Wishes

If AO3 is more your jam, chapters will only posted in order as they are completed over there though so Tumblr will have the most and most up to date parts.

Masterlist Shout out to @saradika-graphics for the so cute dividers.

[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.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate those Hobie ship fics/fanarts/headcanons where Hobie's partner is potrayed as being offput by his looks but warming up to him once they get to know him because it's just the writers/artists projecting onto to them that they think Hobie is ugly but 'makes up for it' by having 'a nice personality'.'If i met Hobie i'd be intimidated at first but then talk to him and realize he's not defined by his looks!!!'What's wrong with what Hobie looks like.Why would he need to 'prove' to you or whoever you ship him with he's not grotesque and hard to look at and that 'it's what on the inside that counts'.Quickly🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼!!!

[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

[ziotithe]

now that its done I'll also put here, we have a website now !

https://angellurgy.neocities.org (not built 4 mobile sadly) is my rly artsy blog space and has some big new writing projects ive been making since becoming roach + most of our old art. theres a lot to check out basically c:

[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.

[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 | Ovulation is a Bitch™ - SFW-ish

AO3

18+ MDNI - Tumblr Exclusive

CW: Sex mentioned in vague detail.

John had found a property that would fit everyone. The original house had an addition added sometime in the last ten years. The extra space roughed out to a room per person, minus Johnny who would be sharing with Simon. They took the largest room since it would be housing them both. You got the next largest room despite all arguments. John put his foot down as the ‘owner’ and assigned the rooms out. The kitchen, dining space, and living room all ran together from the front door, two bedrooms extending behind the kitchen. The other

The last of the moving boxes were getting broken down and put in the bin. Moving had been quite a process, trying to decide which of the several options of everything everyone owned you had taken Kyle aside to beg him to convince John to buy a new set of everything for the new house to avoid the headache of trying to find where to store three couches, four kitchen tables, and five separate kitchen sets. John always listened best to Kyle.

Lord only knows how but Kyle convinced everyone (but they wouldn’t let you offer up even a single piece of money) to pool in and buy the biggest couch you had ever seen and a TV to match. If your opinion on the choice of color or which table to bring home held greater weight? Well, you wouldn’t fight them on this front.

Simon would be cooking and Johnny, who was not allowed to touch the stove after the last incident, would rotate around him prepping things for Simon to cook no matter what it was. Finally, after stepping on his lover a few times Simon would pin Johnny to the counter by the hips, kiss him firmly on the lips, and send him to sit next to you as you smirked into your coffee cup. Watching those two dance around each other in the kitchen became one of your favorite pastimes.

It wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t so fucking hot.

You were asexual. The understanding of your sexuality sat firm and undeniable in your soul. Except when you were ovulating. The bitch that is your uterus did not care that your soul and mind were finally in agreement, she wanted to be fucked into the mattress and given a baby.

It wasn’t just Simon and Johnny. It was Kyle with his skin that looked so smooth and smelled divine, Gary and his pheromones wafting off him as he slams the front door behind him after a run, and John and his fucking beard that you want to paw through like a cat as he is buried to the hilt in you.

You couldn’t ask that of any of them. The lines you had drawn after they asked you to choose were deep. How did you step over those without confusing the boundaries?

Standing abruptly, you announce to the room you are going on a walk. Kyle and Gary had entered the kitchen sometime while you were sucked into the vortex of your thoughts. Nodding once to yourself of your intentions you leave the kitchen, ignoring all the unspoken communication that must be going on behind your back.

You run into John when you leave your bedroom dressed for your walk. The slight moan that escapes your mouth when you physically slam into him is ignored on both sides.

“Going somewhere fun?” John settles a hand on your back, chest, and stomach flush with the side of his body.

Polyamory as an ace person had been such a delight. You could snuggle with any of them, offer or accept kisses as needed, tickle or tease as needed to help someone out of a funk, and never expect anything more. Right now, though? You fought the urge to rip your flesh off; John’s body against yours fired off every signal in your uterus that you strained to ignore.

“Just a walk,” you smile and step away to retrieve your shoes from the rack next to the front door.

“Sounds delightful, I’ll come if you don’t mind.” John grabbed his own shoes, settling next to you on the couch and skillfully knotting his laces.

Your find stagnates on all the knots he must know that could hold you in place while he makes you feel better. Fingers stilling on your shoes it takes John kneeling before you and replacing his hands with your own to draw you back into your skull and out of your uterus. He handles the task with the competence he does everything before slipping his hand in yours and keeping you close as you leave the house. If your bits throb the entire walk? No one’s business.

The mile loop is enough to take the barest hint of the edge off your desires. John had a way of settling you and making you laugh all at once. It would have been enough if Gary hadn’t come to find you.

Head deep in your closet looking for the vibrator you knew you had packed over from the flat you shared with Simon, you smelt him first. The raw and masculine scent of him called to you, petrichor to your parched lady bits. Biting your lip so hard you nearly drew blood you straightened up.

“Hi Gary, whatcha needing?”

Have you seen my toiletries? I know I moved them over but no one has seen them since we got back from our last mission.

Searching through your memories you can’t recall a single instance of seeing any bottles that weren’t immediately claimed.

“No, but I can show you which ones are mine and you can use those until you get a chance to order some more of yours. Does that work?” You look up at him and smile.

He nods, stepping into your room to offer you a hand up.

Taking it was a mistake.

As you stand you can see the shimmer of sweat across the width of his throat and upper chest and all you want to do is lick him.

You must freeze for too long. Gary crooks a finger beneath your chin and lifts until his questioning face matches yours.

“Gary, I need help,” you whisper.

“Anything-ng-ng,” he whispers back.

“Fuuuuck,” your eyes roll back into your head. He could have said anything but that and you would have been able to talk yourself out of asking.

Stepping around him, you trail your fingers across his abs as you reach for your door, shutting and locking it.

Curling your fingers still on him you hug him from behind, burying your nose between his shoulder blades.

“You know I’m asexual right?”

“Ye-ye-s?” Even his stutter seems to question you.

“Sometimes I still want sex. Only when I’m ovulating, but I swear it’s worse because it only happens one day out of twenty-eight,” you press your nose into him further, taking in a deep breath of satisfying man smell.

He waits. Gary had been government-trained to observe until he could draw solid conclusions.

“The help I need is sexual. I can’t find my vibrator and if I have to look at any one of you deliciously strong, good-smelling men I am going to start to bite like a rabid dog.” Your fingers tighten down on the ribbed tank top and the muscles below them. “Nothing will change in the day-to-day and if that doesn’t work for you, I won’t ask.”

His breath hitches both in your ears and under your touch. The air clicks on, the gentle rush of air entering your room now. Screwing your eyes shut you wait for rejection in the darkness you have created.

Gary’s fingers trail over the back of your hands, peeling them from his shirt. You shift from foot to foot, waiting for the embarrassment to start. Instead of him releasing your hands he brings them to his lips and kisses the tip of each finger. When that is completed, he turns and cradles your face, eyes shining as he searches for confirmation.

“Please Gary,” you whine, waiting for his decision.

He crashes into you like a wave meeting shore, lips fusing with yours.

Taking everything you can from him leaves you feeling half-satisfied. Thank all the gods you bought a new pack of condoms on your last shopping trip; the last ones had expired. It had been over a year since you could reliably have a partner, you didn’t dare have anyone over when Simon might appear at any moment. Taking care of your own needs had never been a problem until the plethora of options before you.

Gary drops a kiss on your lips as you rest in your bed. He had already cleaned you using the pack of wet wipes you kept in your bedside table drawer. They were wonderful for when you forgot to wash your face until you were already settled into bed, and aftercare apparently.

Hold on, let me see if I can get you some more help.

“Who?” you glare up at him unsure if you would prefer John or Kyle.

Dressing in his gym-sweated clothes he ducks.

Guess we will see who is home.

Sitting up you hiss at him to stop before he unlocks the door.

“Leave Simon and Johnny alone,” you hesitate to explain your thoughts. They were too new to each other to dare poke at their dynamic.

Gary nods before ducking out the door.

To your surprise, Kyle appears next. He pampers you, leaving your body shuddering. Kyle is a gentle lover. He is the first man to put his mouth to your clit, sending star across your vision and chuckling as you scramble for purchase in his hair.

He sends in John as the day slips closer to night. John comes bearing dinner. After he pulls his shirt off to settle across your body he eats with you.

“Is this why you were so sparky earlier today?” John glances up at you from his plate.

“Sparky?” You ask, incredulous.

“You looked like you wanted to chop yourself in half rather than be touched,” he dipped one shoulder in a shrug. “Sparky.”

Your mouth opens as you run your tongue across your teeth, frustrated.

“Yes.”

The admission costs you. The Cheshire grin that tugs John’s cheeks to his eyes should have told you what you were in for. He edged you for nearly an hour before fucking you like he was trying to touch your brain. At one point you cried out when you had to use both hands to push back against your headboard and further into his thrusts to avoid slamming your head. John had shushed you and lifted you and rolled to his back, so you rode him.

John settles clothes on your body, deposits you in the bathroom, and retrieves you when you are done. He hands you an electrolyte drink and orders you to bed. When you protest about the sheets he takes great pride in informing you that Kyle and Gary changed your sheets while you were in the bathroom.

“But I want to spend time in the living room,” you protest.

“Are you still feeling nippy? I bet Gary would be ready to go again.” John, nonplussed by offering one of his men up for sex, looks at you with an unfathomable expression.

You squeeze your legs together and stick out your tongue at him.

Taking your act of impertinence as an invitation John kisses you, licking into your mouth.

“To bed bird or I might find the energy to fling you around again,” he growls against your lips.

This time you listen.

Someone let it slip while you were sleeping. Johnny lay nose to nose with you when you woke the next morning.

"Why not me bonnie?" The sadness in his voice hurts you.

"I don't want to cause problems with you and Simon. I love you both and watching you in love brings me so much joy," you rest a hand against his face. The appearence of an early morning beard scratches at your hand. The sadness in his eyes lingers. "There is alway next month?"

He pushes forward, teeth and tongue and pretty little moans marking his intentions to take you next month.

A/N: well that got a bit more steamy then I meant for a SFW version...

@the-loneyest 😘 @lilynotdilly

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[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

[slurwrapsupremexd]