#saint repentious

[pannman]

Sir Pentious returns

Charlie: I can't believe you were redeemed. I mean I totally believe it cause you're amazing I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you

Sir Pentious: that means a lot coming from you princess... what's that?

Sir Pentious points at his memorial painting

Charlie: Oh, since we thought you were dead we wanted to honor you and your great sacrifice

Sir Pentious in tears: really? No one's ever done something like this for me before

Alastor: they thought I was dead for a while too. You know what I got? Fucking nothing!!!

[sirserpentine]

When you're sad all your friends stayed in hell while you made it to Heaven but you're still trying to be a good boi and follow the nice lady's tour.

[lunelmia]

When Emily and Sir Pentious must eventually infiltrate Hell to save their buddies.

And they need disguises.

[asksaintrepentious]

How’s the new look coming along for you? Most importantly, how are you adjusting to heaven?^^ For someone who’s grown used to hell, I can tell it’s a bit of a struggle:(

[spookky-aint-spooky]

This just in: old married couple fucking dies

I'm ashamed to say I had to colorpick from Aduna's original design for this :')

[sir-adrien-swagreste]

My Boi Saint Repentious!!

I'M SO PROUD OF SIR PENTIOUS!!! 😭❤️

[the-great-sir-pentious]

Angel mail man: “A letter addressed to a…Sir Pentious? It says it’s from someone named Cherri Bomb.”

! O-Oh goodnesss, I didn't even know we could receive mail from sinnerss! Thank you very much, I'm so pleasssed to hear from her!

he excitedly takes the letter and slithers away to read it in private

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

What character do you think that Sir Pentious should've dated with of Cherri and Sir Pentious never been a thing?

Molly. Entirely biased but like ugh. I know it’ll never happen but can you imagine him dying and being nervous while getting accustomed to heaven and he stops in the middle of some supposed heaven tour from emily and stares at this wonderful little spider lady laughing with someone on the sidewalk and she turns and smiles at him and he gets all blushy and his weird little neck rib(?) things go up THATS SO CUTE im sorry. Sir pentious needed friends in hell absolutely but he knew his way around, in heaven he has no idea what he’s doing, I think he’d greatly benefit from someone like Molly who also had a pretty illegal upbringing to help reassure him that he can still work towards being a good person :3

[radiostatik]

Radiosnake Week - Day 3 - Angel/devil

I decided to draw Pen and Al as Aziraphale and Crowley from Good omens!👼🏿📖😈🕶

[sirserpentine]

@hazbinned Asked:

"GOOD MORNING! I made you a crêpe!"

Alastor proudly thrust the plate out for Pentious to take. They were standing in the doorway of Pentious' room, Alastor dressed as he always was, but Pentious looking like he'd just been roused from bed. Oh, maybe Alastor's knocking had woken him up! It was only six in the morning, after all! How humorous!

"See, it's got every type of berry that we had... and chocolate sauce! Just for you!"

"Good morning," Pentious responded, heavy tiredness forgotten as he took in the surprise breakfast and Alastor's cheerful disposition. "A crêpe, for me?" he asked with a truly flattered smile, accepting the plate and leaning in to place a slight air kiss next to Alastor's cheek. "Oh, thank you, dearest, it looks ssscrumptious."

He gestured Alastor to come in and take a seat at the only empty table in his large suite. Despite only dwelling in this room as a guest from time to time since ascending to Heaven, he had certainly not shied away from making the space his own. The desks were filled with as many inventions and tinkerings as always. Maybe even more so. Pentious placed the plate on the table and stepped behind a room divider to switch out of his dressing robe and pyjamas.

"What is the occasion, Al? Mother's Day?" the serpent curiously asked behind the patterned screen.

[asksaintrepentious]

what was the first thing you did when you got there

(just being supportive here o7)

"Well, when I first arrived in heaven, I didn't have much of a chance to figure out what was going on or to even breath; That Sssseraphim lady, Emily, went up in my face and dragged me away to show me around heaven and talk about how excited she wasss that the hotel worked. My mind was really buzzed, but I'm truly happy too!!"

(thank you fawn)

[carl77fx]

Heard you loud and clear, boss.

Truly "Charlie's Darling Angels"~

Yo guys, you wanna watch "Charlie's Angels"?

[chronicbeans]

I saw a comment on the good ol' YouTube say we should start nicknaming Sir Pentious' Heaven form "Saint Repentious", and I honestly love that idea.

[the-great-sir-pentious]

🍎Happy pride month, fellow snake!🍎

Why thank you your majesssty, happy pride month to you as well! Happy pride month to everyone! Never be afraid to live as your truest selvesss!

LOVE ISSS BEAUTIFUL IN ALL ITS DIFFERENT FORMSS!

[castaccio]

Found this post and...huh. I never even considered looking at the halos before—they actually say a lot!

I think the ranking is as such:

Winners—Duller, darker halos

Cherubs—Lighter in color, but not glowing

Exterminators—the first "glowing" halos we see. Lore informs us that they're inherently below the ones who created them...

Saints—St. Peter has a golden glowing halo. (Adam and Pentious, both other significant mortal souls, have one as well.)

Higher Angels—glowing blue halo

Honestly, Adam and Penchy both being saints makes sense due to how significant and (in theory, for Adam) how good they are. Of course, this is an assumption based on visual info—and I would love to possibly have Penchy as a Seraphim—but I think it's a logical one at least. If it's true, then everybody who fell in love with the name St. Repentious has another reason to do so :)

I'm also gonna go out on a limb and say that the the ornaments on the halos denote jobs for Saints and Higher Angels. (Sera and Em both have crowns; Lute and Adam in the "extermination" division both have the same slashes.)

[sirserpentine]

"I do know," Pentious confirmed with a nod. He took a seat next to the demon upon being prompted and removed his tall hat in the progress. His real one, not the silly cap he had worn as a disguise.

His long, now white hood became more visible, a stark contrast to the way the hotel residents had known him before. He had changed into an almost unrecognisable sort of palette, a form he wasn't completely used to himself. He wondered how jarring it was to everyone else. How jarring it was to Alastor.

Pentious cleared his throat and blinked, feeling his own eyes suddenly grow glassy. He had thought about Alastor every day. During nights, too. Ever since waking up in Heaven without him.

"...I was afraid I wouldn't see you again," he said, carefully reaching his hand forward so it could ghost over Alastor's red fingertips. Of course the thought applied to his other friends too, but as Alastor's fate had been a mystery upon Pentious' second death, he had been filled with anxiety upon his absence.

"When you went missing during the battle, we couldn't be sure whether you were... and then so soon after that I... I searched for you, in Heaven, but you weren't there... And I wasn't allowed to know what was happening down here. I feared the worst," the serpent rambled with a low voice, struggling to say obvious words out loud.

He had feared that Alastor had been obliterated too, but hadn't been allowed to ascend. It wouldn't have been fair. But it had been a possibility. He could have been mauled beyond repair, too. A thought that had entered Pentious' nightmares so often.

"I am so happy you are alright. That I got to come back to see you," Pentious said, tears now pushing into the corners of his golden and red eyes. He couldn't help himself, letting his hand wrap around Alastor's and squeezing it tightly.

Alastor was alone.

Alone, and then, suddenly, not.

Alastor jerked upright at the sound of Pentious' voice, thoughts starting to and then promptly failing to leave his mouth. Run, shrieked his voice in his head. Get out.

Pentious couldn't see him like this.

Perhaps it was because they were in Hell, but Alastor found himself glued to the spot-- a deer unmoving in the headlights as his friend began to pierce through the distance between them. He felt sick to his stomach, and yet he turned around and fixed the snake with wide, glassy red eyes and a forced smile— a smile which twisted and squirmed at its edges like an injured caterpillar.

"Of..." His voice was too soft. He cleared his throat, straightened his back. "Of COURSE!" Alastor said, course corrected. "I am doing wonderfully--"

With one hand, he patted the couch cushion next to him. Take a seat!

"I'm just... a little overwhelmed. You know how it is."

He didn't know why he found himself saying it, or why the fading sound of his voice tapered off into an uncomfortable laugh. Alastor never expressed such things (weakness, overwhelm), even if he was still downplaying it to Pentious.

He was overwhelmed, but that wasn't all. It was something else. Everyone else was able to express their joy at seeing Pentious return, but Alastor couldn't join in.

Why couldn't he? What was wrong with him, and why did he feel like a dam waiting to snap? He had already cried earlier. Shouldn't he be done now?

"Sit?" he asked, vocally this time.