#seraphic chicken

[touhoutunes]

Title: Seraphic Angel

Arrangement: ガネメ

Album: Chu♡Chu♡Chu

Circle: ガネメ

Original: Seraphic Chicken

[barkbarkbinx]

being a fictive of ur own oc feels like the most cringe embarrassing thing in the universe

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twelve ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twelve Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Twelve]

You set your phone down on the counter as someone pounded hard on your front door. You flinched, immediately recognising the knocks.

You opened it, standing in the doorway and blocking the entrance before smiling thinly. “Adam. Lute. To what do I owe this displeasure?”

Adam arched an eyebrow. “Well someone’s gotten cocky,” he sneered, trying to brush past you. You put your foot in the way, making him stop and whirl around.

“The fuck’s your problem?” Lute snapped, storming forward. “Let us in.”

“Back off. You’re not coming inside until you tell me what you want.” You put your hand on her chest, pushing her back. She blanched, and looked at Adam helplessly.

Adam’s expression darkened as he leaned in to whisper. “Are you forgetting what I know?”

You bunched up his collar in your fist, dragging him in even closer. “There’s still one month left before I decide. You tell, I fall, and you’ll never fucking marry me.” You released him and he stumbled back a little, face hard, but you could tell you had frazzled him as you stood aside to let them in.

“Go in, then,” you said flatly. They both flashed triumphant smiles at you.

“Where’re the hellspawn?”

“Why?”

“We just wanna talk to them,” Adam said, smiling innocently as if he hadn’t been threatening you five seconds ago. His lips moved, mouthing more threats as if he had no shame in blackmailing someone.

“Upstairs,” you said reluctantly, then jabbed a finger in his direction. “And if you lay a hand on them…”

“Pinky promise,” came the reply, thrown over his shoulder as he sauntered up the stairs. Lute glanced back at you, her frown deepening.

You sat down at the kitchen counter, an internal debate raging within you. A letter lay on your right, next to your elbow. You wondered if you should have asked Charlie to deliver it to Lucifer for you, or not.

You sighed, shutting it away in a drawer.

♱♱♱

It had been hours since Charlie and Vaggie had left, shortly after Lute and Adam had stormed out. You’d waved them off, wishing them good luck. As you shook Charlie’s hand, your hand clamped around hers, pulling her in to whisper.

“Between you and me, love,” you muttered. “You’re more than just right in this.” You hesitated. “Tell Lu…” you mumbled the rest of the sentence, trailing off into a volume barely audible as you chickened out. She blinked at you, befuddled, before her lips stretched into another smile as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank’s, [name],” she said. Vaggie nodded approvingly from behind her, before they both turned around and left.

You watched them fade into the distance, before stumbling back inside. You took the letter out of the drawer and crumpled it up, throwing it in the bin. You felt like you were about to throw up.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

♱♱♱

“Emily? How was the trial?”

You blinked down at the seraph, who gazed up at you solemnly. You could tell there were angry tears behind her eyes, threatening to spill out. “Tell me you didn’t know,” she said, voice trembling. You took her hand, pulling her inside and setting her at the couch.

“Didn’t know what?” You asked, gently and cautiously. At the same time, the door swung open again, and Adam barged in.

“Sugar tits, we fuckin’ won,” he cackled, grabbing your wrist. “I kicked those cunts back downstairs where they belong-“ he paused, eyes sliding over to Emily.

You gulped.

Emily stood up, hands bunched up into fists. “You did, didn’t you,” she hissed. You let out a small breath.

“Emily, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s talking about the exterminations,” Adam rolled his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder with a hand on his hip as he stared Emily down. You stiffened, looking at him as if to say ‘what the hell did you do?’ But refrained yourself from saying anything aloud.

She blanched at the look on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” She stretched her arms out wide, and her wings stretched with her. Your heart sank.

“No one is supposed to know about the exterminations except for the exorcists,” you said calmly as you could, despite a slight shake in your voice as you straightened up and pulled your shoulders back.

“You know, and you’re not an exorcist,” she retorted, eyes accusing. You stepped back.

“[name]’s special,” Adam sneered, looking at you. You couldn’t meet his stare.

“It’s for the greater good. Are you really questioning Sera’s judgment?”

Emily’s shoulders sank. “You don’t believe that,” she said, as if she was trying to convince herself instead of simply making a statement. You gulped.

Did you agree with the exterminations? You had never really thought about it. But if they hadn’t existed you never would have met-

“Emily, I don’t like them either,” you said, leaning forward and gripping her shoulders, desperation oozing from your like an aura. “But Heaven needs to keep the pure- the good souls, safe from the bad.” You felt a stab at your heart even as you said it, because saying those words made you feel like you were betraying Charlie and Vaggie, but you pressed on. “Emily, no one enjoys the exterminations.”

Adam scoffed from behind you, stalking forward and yanking you back. “Oh please, sugar tits.” He looked hard at Emily. “The exorcists love the extermination. It’s the perfect form of entertainment!” His eyes and grin widened, and you flinched away as his gaze snapped back to you again. “And don’t pretend like you’re against them, sugar. You wouldn’t have met your demon boyfriend if it weren’t for them.” His tone was lined with hurt, as if getting with Lucifer was the biggest betrayal you could have done to him.

And, you realized, in a way, it was.

“What?” Emily said, wondering if she had heard him right. You could feel your face heat up, your golden blood turning to fire in your veins.

“I said,” Adam clarified, “if it wasn’t for the exterminations, she’d be bored as fuck here.” Emily frowned, but you could tell she believed him. “What’d you think I said?” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning back to you. “Don’t act like you threw yourself at the chance to come along with us down to Hell.”

You chewed your lip furiously, mind racing. “Don’t you dare throw me under the bus.”

“Why fuckin’ shouldn’t I?” He hissed, eyes glittering darkly. You could sense the meaning underneath, cutting you like a double edged sword.

“You know what?” You said, flatly. “You’re just pissy that your dick is so fucking tiny, Like- opposite the size of your fatass ego, which is so big it’s fucking obese, by the way- that you lost three women to a guy who lives in a dimensional oven.” You jabbed your finger at him. “I’d rather date the Devil himself than a fucking cunt like you,” you scoffed. “At least he’d last more than thirty seconds.”

Emily stared at you blankly, amazed, not ever having heard you swear so much, and also by your blatant blasphemy. You pulled back, smoothing down your shirt, satisfied at Adam’s shocked expression. You glanced at her.

“I wouldn't actually,” you reassured her, lying straight through your teeth.

♱♱♱

A/N: first of my double chapter release. Two chapters in one day isn’t that crazy?!.?, turns out my 400th follower was my friend stalking me… they read all my smut. I’m cooked 😁 Coco if ur reading this… get off my blog rn

I’m giving up on the taglist cause it don’t work anymore sorry guys 😔

[fiber-optic-alligator]

I love Mika Seraph of the End he’s my little guy my tortured soul my sad little blorbo my pookie I love him so so much I would buy him a swing set and take him to Disney World and let him drink my blood and make him chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese and I would hug him and kiss his forehead and give him all the love in the world GOD I love this stupid little vampire I kind of want to hit him with my car

[s-lorelei]

🌿 Sheileigh (Shylee) 🌿 She/Her || 21

Gender: female ♀️

Sexuality: aroace/bisexual 🏳️‍🌈

Fun fact: I made this divider! ♥︎

Fandoms: AoT, Sk8, WoF, Warrior Cats, Harry Potter, HTTYD, ATLA

Personality: sweet as a lemon 🍋 {I can be super sweet though, I swear 🍰}

💚 Likes: coffee w/ extra creamer, dill pickle chips, spicy food, thunderstorms, fluffy clothes, succulents, hyacinths, betta fish, cats, honeybees, tigers, reading, cottagecore anything..

⚠️ Dislikes: rain (the getting wet part), cold weather, math, cigarette smoke, men who are jackasses to me or any of my girlies, dogs, wasps (why do they have to exist?), fanfiction, people who act like jerks and then turn around and play the victim when they’re finally accused of their awful behavior..

🚫 Things I absolutely despise: ATYD, trans rights activists who don't do their research, anti-feminists (asshole men & idiot women who think they can't live without a man), people who hate J.K. Rowling, proshippers, Severus Snape haters (Snaters), Tiktok, Donald Trump, Mike Johnson, Pete Hegeseth, J.D. Vance (hillbilly, my ass. You're from Ohio, my guy.), Marjorie Taylor Greene, RFK Jr, literally anyone in the Trump Administration right now.

💖 Things that I adore: Santa Fe salad, my grandma's cooking (seriously, she makes some awesome chicken and carrot stew.), Justin Trudeau, Volodomyr Zylenskyy, my cat Apollo.

‼️ Current obsessions: The 9/11 Bush Administration theory (9/11 was 100% an inside job), man vs bear experiment, getting into a self-care routine.

🚫 DNI LIST ‼️:

Misogynists

TRAs

Trump supporters

"Pro-life" supporters

Anti-Ukrainian/Pro-Putinists

Radqueers

"Plural" people with "systems." This is called having a mental illness, and you should probably be looked at by a medical professional.

Proshippers (as in the people who write incest or pedophilia fics on their blogs because I have seen some)

Marauders stans (If you're a normal Marauders era person, you're fine. I just don’t need any delulu tiktok fans in here.)

Snaters

Any form of paraphilia (pedophilia, agraphilia, necrophilia, etc.)

Islamophobics/antisemitics

People who identify as 100+ different things because that's just weird and unnecessary

Yes, I will know because I look at profiles when people follow or reblog.

EXTRA (things I am):

A gender critical, radical feminist, and no I don't care if you hate me for it

A person who loves canon works. No, I'm not reading a 500k word fanfic that's an AU while everyone on Tiktok is passing it off as the law. I'll read it to criticize it and that's it.

A democrat in a deeply red state

A multishipper (I learned this from my high school years of watching anime.)

A heart surgery patient. I had surgery when I was ten to repair seven holes in my ventricle septum. (Shoutout to the Vanderbilt doctors of Nashville, TN!)

(I also made this one!)

FANDOM INFO (interests and just stuff to do with fandoms/books and television):

Favourite genres: mystery, thriller, fantasy

Favourite books: The Giver, The Hobbit, Red, White & Royal Blue, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

Favourite animes: Attack on Titan, Sk∞ the Infinity, Banana Fish, No.6, Yuri!!! on Ice, Bungou Stray Dogs, Terror in Resonance, Seraph of the End, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Angels of Death, Your Name

Favourite mangas: Assassination Classroom, Attack on Titan, Apocalypse no Toride (seriously, this is such a good manga and deserves an anime, the issue is that the author stopped updating/the manga got axed 😭)

Favourite characters: Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Bill Weasley, Bilbo Baggins, Ravi Singh, Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Jean Kirstein, Tamaki Amajiki, Cloudykit, Whiteout, Turtle, Queen Snowfall (a lot of Wings of Fire characters)

Favourite Disney movies: Raya and The Last Dragon, Brave, Moana (the first one, not whatever wretched thing the second one was), Tuck Everlasting, The Lone Ranger, Encanto

Favourite Dreamworks movies: Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, every HTTYD movie, El dorado, every Shrek movie (except this newest one, probably), Shark Tale, Kung Fu Panda, Over The Hedge, The Croods, there's so many Dreamworks movies that I love.

Overall favourite movie: Coraline (I could literally watch it on repeat forever), I also love Racing Stripes.

Favourite ships: Eruri, Drarry, Snily, Harry × Luna, Draco × Pansy (ik I also ship drarry but dransy is so cute ngl), AshEiji, Yurio × Otabek, Nezushi, Jeankasa, Kiribaku, Izuocha, and many more.

[phenomenally-skilled]

Real World Tendency

Continued from X - @darkseraphscorner

She backed up into Seraph, pressing her soft body against him and wiggling her hips back and forth teasingly, "Do you really believe you have what it takes to impregnate me still? That's a tall order."

Beelzebub snickered, shaking her head and taking up the spatula to flip the chicken one last time before putting the lid back on the pan, "We'd have to do it an awfully lot to even give you a shred of a chance, darling dearest."

[ecrivainsolitaire]

The moral crux of the new Captain America film is basically "what if there is good in Trump", which both completely ruins the story of the Red Hulk and all but confirms Bob Iger is a fascist. While Steve Rogers was always meant to criticise American imperialism, Sam Wilson's Cap has in every appearance since the passing of the shield been apologetic for every sin of the white devils currently launching us into WWIII. There is nothing defensible about the story and every plot hole serves to lick the soles of the US army, which was expected, and the IDF, which was entirely unnecessary when any of half a dozen known active Widows could have fulfilled the role instead of Mossad agent Ruth Bat-Seraph, and probably would have if Marvel hadn't at this point fridged both Natasha Romanov and Maria Hill. It is a plot point that Cap has more faith in a general that experimented on and genetically mutilated both a previous Cap and a bystander scientist than in said victims, and it has anihilated any remaining hope that the Captain America franchise would try to course correct after the centrist bullshit that was Falcon and the Winter Soldier. It is absolutely soulless, degrading to black and Hispanic Americans, and uncomfortably close to current events while taking the worst position thinkable at any opportunity. At one point Trump's aid, a black woman, tells Cap to stop being one of those troublemakers, heavily implying the "black" to which he responds with Pelosian condescension and unrelenting faith in the guy that split the Avengers, executed a fascist persecution of metahumans, experienced on soldiers and scientists, presumably had something to do with Vision being dismembered and sold for parts, and alienated his daughter by trying to get her boyfriend killed by the military. But he's the poor little meow meow because he's sorry, even though he still tries to go to war with Japan. I can physically hear the sound of Kevin Feige enthusiastically fellating the republican establishment and it is a reflection of all the reasons the American empire is crumbling and taking the rest of us down with it.

Also, they chickened out on the bird.

[silvernyxchariot]

I think chicken wings are now my favorite food. (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Me, when an old colleague tried to give me a mini lecture on Christianity when I posted this⬆️ pic with the caption, "If evil, why hot?💦," as a play on that one phrase, "If not friend, why friend shaped":

And I quote,

"...in Christian theology, if he had a seraph form then he would be the opposite of evil…"

"....many evil characters are outwardly hot to attract people and lower their guard..."

Y'all, I think they missed the joke. 🪦🪦🪦🪦

[petchypeach]

Another Touhou quick sketch. Seraphic Chicken and Everlasting spider lily came up in my music playlist so obviously I had to sketch the chicken girl.

[roselyn-writing]

🌼💚Layla Buyunni OC lore 🍀🌳

Name meaning: ‘Night’ in Arabic. ‘Buyuuni’ means ‘The Keeper’ in the old Virginian language

Date of birth: 3rd of September 1440 (in Virginian time and year)

Age: 23 (Youngest Oc so far).

Zodiac sign: Virgo.

Hair: Long straight blonde hair.

Eyes: Green.

Skin tone: Porcelain.

Favourite food: roasted veggies, veggies, broth veggies, omelettes, Chickpea sandwiches, peas quinoa salad.

Least favourite food: Beef, Chicken, Jelly.

Aesthetics: Gardener, librarian, flowers, nature, forests, green aesthetics, plants, cottagecore, greencore.

Favourite colours: Green shades, white, Turquoise, Brown, Gold.

Job: Florist, Librarian.

Likes: Nature, learning new things, animals, quietness, cleanliness, reading books, writing poetry, likes to take care of her plants/flowers, Pixies and fairies, green clothes, green jewels, etc.

Powers: Plant-based powers, psychic abilities. Plant manipulation, Chlorokinesis, slight sound manipulation, Immortality, and Complete control of plant life. Healing magic, Her eyes glow green when she uses her powers, self resurrection, immortality, Hair manipulation (only in Verdant Seraph form)

Items: Eternal Verdant core (Its shape is similar to the heart of Tefiti from Moana, but it is bigger and has a heart-like shape with plant-based runic, etc.) Later, it infused with her soul making her a god-like being.

Hate/dislike: sexism, plant abusers, animal abusers, bigots, racist people, liars, criminals, parents who abuse their children, rude people, people who hate other people for being different, etc, nature abusers, etc.

Pet(s): Layla has a plant-like creature that she made out of her powers and pure essence it is similar to “Bellossom” from Pokemon, She named it ‘Marigold’

Faceclaim: Meghan Ory.

voice claim: Stephanie Sheh (Usagi Tsukino English VA)

Personality: Layla is very shy when she sees new people, but when she gets to know them very well, she won’t be shy with them at all, she talks and interacts freely with them.

"I feel the verdant energy coursing through me, surging like vines in search of life and sustenance. I harness its power and focus my will. The plants around me respond by swaying in rhythm, weaving a thick, green tapestry of life, And I swear by the holiness of nature I will use it for good!" ______ Layla Buyunni’s quote

Her lore is inspired by Anne Jefferies and the fairies but I decided to make it darker and bloodier hehe 😝.

[The Lore] CW: Blood, Death.

Across the north where the wind from the south meets the northern sea of Ma’chilga town as if they were lovers from different parts of the world, There, was a happy little girl called Layla Buyunni, She works as a florist and a caregiver to an old lady called ‘Granny Mira’

Layla is known among the people as a happy and carefree girl, let alone a very beautiful and popular girl in the town too. Every day, she finishes her morning chores in Granny Mira's house then she goes to the market to buy groceries so she can cook and prepare a meal for herself and Granny Mira.

This was her daily routine for years until one day, she was cleaning the backyard with a broom, when she heard a rustling in the bushes, at first she didn’t care at all, she continued to clean the backyard until the rusting became more frequent and annoying, she decided to go and see what is hiding behind the bushes and she saw nothing at all, confused, she decided to head back to the yard and continue cleaning it.

This time, she heard a lot of voices and more rustling in many bushes near her, she was beginning to freak out. She clenched her hands onto the broom as if it were a weapon, she gasped with utter shock when she saw 6 dwarves dressed in green and white garbs coming towards her way. They stopped when they came face-to-face with Layla. They looked at her and smiled.

“Hello, Fair Maiden,” The leader of the dwarves greeted her.

Layla was so shocked that she didn’t reply, she kept looking at them and said nothing, at first, she thought she was dreaming or something. Until one of the dwarves climbed on her feet and she yelped in shock as she backed away from them.

“Worry not, fair maiden,” Their leader said, his tone genuine and soothing, Then six dwarves dressed in green and white outfits came to meet her. They all stood in a row in front of Layla and smiled up at her.

“A-a-a-are you r-real?” Layla finally spoke, she was stuttering and her tone was scared and shy. She was in disbelief, still not believing what she was seeing, she rubbed her eyes with her hands and looked at them and they were still there.

The dwarves laughed at her; They nodded their heads while doing so.

“Of course, we are, fair maiden,” said their leader, It is a dwarf who wore a white hat while the other green ones.

Terrified, she fiercely swung her broom at the dwarves, They dodged her attack and looked at her in complete confusion, Their leader, Mattan, raised her hand at her in indifference so that he could explain the situation to her.

“Layla, stop it!” Mattan declared with a firm tone.

In complete bewilderment, Layla dropped her broom, she lifted a surprised eyebrow “How did you know my name?”

“We know you, but you don’t know us,” came his vague reply.

Layla only blinked twice or thrice at this, she didn’t know what to do or say; Dwarves appearing in your garden isn’t something you see every day or something you can barely process. Layla swallowed hard, trying her hardest to understand the situation she was in.

“Okay? And what do you want?” Layla inquired.

Mattan stepped closer, he gently raised his hand and touched the hem of her dress. He didn’t say anything in the least, He only did some hand gestures. A thick white fog like a cloud in a clear sky enveloped them and in fear, Layla covered her eyes.

It didn’t take long for Layla to take her hands from her eyes and see what happened. She is in a different place now – a jungle — a forest, She is in a forest-like place, full of thick trees and green grass. As if she is in a perfect forest in some fairytale.

The dwarves started to walk and Layla trotted behind them. Mattan was talking about the history of this glorious forest while Layla was eagerly looking around the place. She smiled as he mentioned something about ‘willow trees’ she loves them so much.

In a flash, Mattan and his dwarves came to a halt, Mattan looked directly into Layla’s eyes as he pointed a finger at her.

“Layla, You are the daughter of the mother forest,” Mattan announced suddenly.

Layla, bewildered at his claim, she calmly shook her head. “No sir, I’m no such thing,” She replied.

Mattan, still determined to prove himself right. “You are!” He said determinedly.

Layla shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“You are!”

“No, Sir.”

Mattan breathed to calm himself. Layla is as stubborn as a mule to accept the truth.

Mattan sat on a big rock. “Haven’t you asked yourself, where are your parents?” Mattan asked.

Layla’s eyes fixed on him. “I have, many times to count,” She said in a quiet tone.

“Both of your parents are gone, sadly,” Mattan told her, his tone is soft and mild. He paused then after long moments. “But, You must know your heritage, You are a verdant, a being of the forest and we need to protect you until you grow up into a powerful Sylvan!”

The dwarves nodded as they looked at Layla.

Layla was still in disbelief and she refused to believe any of this. “No, I’m no such thing.”

Suddenly, five dark creatures rushed towards Layla but Mattan easily blocked their path from Layla.

Layla gasped in utter shock and horror. From the look of them, they are dark dwarves, evil beings of chaos and evil. They are dressed in black and red clothes and they carry axes with them.

Mattan looked at Layla, He used his abilities to transported her back to her home. Layla was thankful to him for saving her life.

After days of this event, Layla discovered that she has some abilities, she can grow plants, flowers and everything that is plant-based. She told Granny Mira and the latter was shocked and scared.

“Please, Do not let the king know of this!” Granny Mira begged.

“Why?” Layla asked innocently.

Granny Mira breathed. “He hates magic, Because ‘magic’ is the reason for his wife's death,” She answered then she paused as if to remember what she was going to say. “Also, He will punish anyone that is doing magic or complicit in it!”

Layla was shocked, she didn’t know about this at all. No one in town said such a thing about magic.

“Okay, I got it,” Layla muttered as her head hunged down.

She was so happy about her gift, she wanted to help everyone and make their life easier, but now? She has to keep her gift a secret or everyone she knows will suffer.

Layla decided to look at the bright side. Granny Mira is right, she needed to keep this secret. Because if not: everyone she cares about is threatened with death. She decided to use her gift in secret and she won’t tell anyone about it except for Granny Mira, she already knows.

Days go by, and the dwarves finally come again to see Layla and to talk with her. They brought with them food and bread.

They sat in Layla’s room and surprised her. Layla smiled at them, it was the first time she smiled at them and she greeted them.

“Hello, Friends,” she greeted them happily.

The dwarves smiled and greeted her too, both were happy about their friendship. They decided to celebrate at little and the food they brought.

Layla took a bite of the bread, it was delicious and sweet, It was as if angels were singing in her mouth, she never tasted something as delicious as this. She thanked them for the food, she ate slowly and with manners, savouring every taste of it.

“This, this is delicious!” Layla spoke after she swallowed the bread.

“Glad you like it, It is called fairy bread,” Mattan exclaimed happily.

Then, The dwarves left, they brought with them so much food that Layla decided to put it on the hall table.

Later that day, Granny Mira invited her other friends, who were all older women just like her, she offered them the food that the dwarves brought to Layla. They took a bite of it and they were happy, they were praising Granny Mira for the delicious food she offered to them.

“This is delicious!”

“I have never ever tasted something like this!”

“This is out of this world!”

Granny Mira's smile flickered with a hint of bewilderment as she listened to their enthusiastic claims about the bread. Doubt crept into her mind, but curiosity got the better of her, with a determined nod, she reached for a piece and brought it to her lips. The moment she took a bite, her eyes widened in astonishment. The flavours exploded on her tongue, sending waves of delight through her senses. In a frenzy of hunger, she devoured the rest of the bread, savouring every delectable morsel as if she were a ravenous beast.

All her friends nodded. “See?” They chuckled at her display of hunger.

Granny Mira chuckled in agreement. She was embarrassed by her own inability to control herself. She is a well-mannered lady and she must show it.

When Granny Mira's friends left. She told Layla about the delicious bread and the food that was on the table, she laughed at how her friends, devoured it all, as if they were starving for days.

Layla smiled at this, she was happy but she was a little concerned since Granny Mira mentioned they ate the food that the dwarves gave her, and she was terrified that her caregiver friends would ask more of that food.

“Wellness, Granny,” Layla chuckled, trying her hardest to push her nervousness and concern away.

“You made it right? You always make delicious food,” Granny

Layla sighed. “No, I didn’t make it,” she confessed.

Granny blinked her eyes in pure confusion. “Y-you didn’t make it? Then who?”

Layla sat on the sofa. She looked at Granny and smiled “The fairies, or the dwarves, whatever they were,” she shrugged her shoulders. She was nonchalant and she didn’t know why.

“Layla, Tell me the truth,” Granny said as she sat beside her on the sofa.

“I told you the truth, It was the dwarves who made it for me.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“It is the truth!”

Granny crossed her arms. “Layla! There are no such things as ‘fairies’ or ‘dwarves’”

“Fine! You want me to prove it to you?” Layla stated as she got to her feet and went to a different spot in the room and she started to move her hands as if to summon a paranormal creature.

It didn’t take long as a green glow sparkled in the room and six figures emerged from it. They were short and dwarves-like, unlike dwarves who were known for their green skin and ugly features, these dwarves had fair skin tones and good-looking facial features.

Granny placed her hands on her lips in pure astonishment. “Oh my! You are right! They are real.”

“See?” Layla grinned at her.

Granny Mira nodded and smiled. “Of course, But you must not tell the people about them Let alone the King,” Granny declared.

Layla nodded at her. “Of course, Granny.”

Times go by, and The dwarves continue to visit Layla and bring food for her, Granny’s guests enjoy the food and tell Granny how talented her daughter is for making the food, They were unaware of the dwarves or the fairies or even of Layla’s new gifts.

Unfortunately, One day, one of the King’s advisors heard some voices in the house of Layla and her Granny, They weren’t human and they didn’t belong to Layla or Granny, He heard of local stories of witches and glowing creatures, etc; he decided to take a permit to investigate the house.

He took a permit and he is heading to investigate Layla’s house. He saw things, He didn’t wish to make accusations without evidence.

Layla and Granny welcomed the King’s advisor. At first, He didn’t find anything regarding the ‘witches’ or ‘the glowing creatures’ that he heard or saw.

Unbeknownst to Layla or Granny, The King’s guards were awaiting the advisor's word so they could enter and capture Layla and Granny. but he didn’t give his signal at all.

The King’s advisor still didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in the house. He is still looking for clues and he sees glowing green spots on the floor. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Layla and her Granny.

“Oh, that? That is some rare herbs I found deep in the forest!” Layla lied. She smiled as she looked him in the eye.

The King's advisor nodded. He didn’t know that it was a lie, her tone was genuine and sincere. and her body language didn’t show nervousness or lack of expression.

But the unexpected happened and one of the dwarves blew his cover as he fell from one of the top drawers of the kitchen.

The King’s advisor looked at Layla and Granny, He immediately lifted his finger and gave a signal towards the King’s guards. They came by kicking the door open and arrested Granny and Layla.

“Please! Please let us go!” Layla begged. “It is not what you think!”

His reply was a slap to her left cheek as he looked at her with disgust. “Silence! You witch!”

The guards took Layla and Granny to the King’s Yard for judgment.

At this moment, Hadi and Arouj were walking around the town, They heard people talking about a girl named Layla and her Granny, and that they were accused of witchcraft and magic.

Hadi’s interest was piqued by this. He knew there was more than meet the eye, He decided to do a rescue mission for Layla and her Granny, So, He pulled Arouj’s hand and they were running towards the King’s yard.

By the time Hadi and Arouj reached the place, the judge had said his final verdict and he saw Layla and her Granny were tied and ready to be executed.

His hand already glowed with green magic, With a snap of his fingers, the ropes on Layla and her Granny loosened, Layla quickly saw her chance and used her chlorokinesis, she shot out her palms, Thick hard vines curled themselves around the guards’ ankles and they were thrown away as if they were stones thrown by a catapult.

People gasped with horror and shock. They were scared of Layla’s powers, They ran at the sight of it. The King ordered his guards to kill Layla and The Granny.

So far, The King’s guards couldn’t get closer to Layla at all, until the King himself took Granny by surprise and killed her by decapitating her head with his sword. Layla gasped in shock and anger. The King’s sword is coated with blood, her Granny’s blood, She used her Chlorokinesis once again, she killed all the guards as her ravenous and scary monster plants killed the complicit in her Granny’s death.

Hadi magically pushed the guards away while Arouj used his lashers to kill them quickly, He didn’t want to but they forced his hands.

Layla growled with anger as she shot her palm against the king and his remaining guards. She commanded the ravenous vines to attack the evil King and his guards.

The King fought for his life till the end, But Layla decided to finish him quickly, One of Layla’s plant vines pierced him his heart, He yelled and gurgled as he placed his hand on his heart as if he was trying to lessen the pain but he couldn’t and died.

Hadi decided to intervene now. He slowly and carefully walked towards Layla. “We need to go,” He said urgently.

She smiled at him and nodded. “Let us go.”

Layla, Hadi and Arouj left the town, Hadi’s hands wreathed in a green glow as he conjured a portal to his home. Layla, Arouj and Hadi entered the portal before they were followed by the King’s guards.

Layla thanked Hadi for saving her and offering her a new place to stay, one where she could freely express herself and be herself.

She knew that she had fallen in love with Hadi Because he was the only guy who didn’t look at her as the guys would. He saw her as a friend and a great one. Layla fell in love with him and she likes him.

Aliyaa, Hadi and Arouj welcomed Layla and thus she stayed with them, as her new family. Layla also decided to look for answers about who she is and what happend to her parents.

[touhoutunes]

Title: アサルトオブチキン (Assault of Chicken)

Arrangement: Pizuya’s Cell

Vocals: めいど

Album: 惻隠の情とシェイム

Circle: Pizuya's Cell

Original: Seraphic Chicken

[barkbarkbinx]

why in hells name am i getting paranoid about food I COOKED.

[naked-covered-in-bees]

“Cas, we have to talk-”

“Dean.” Cas’s brows drew together and he fixed Dean with a grave stare. “Did you receive my previous text?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about-”

“The raccoon was dressed as a bee.”

“I know.”

“Where does one even procure a bee costume fit for a raccoon?”

“I don’t know, Cas, they probably just use one made for a dog.” 

Cas’s stare was now fixed on his phone and when his bright blue eyes lit up, Dean winced. “Dean.”

“Please don’t.”

“There are two panda bears on a seesaw.”

“Cas, you have to stop sending me all these animal videos.”

Cas looked up from his phone and he stared at Dean, devastated, as if Dean had just crushed his heart in a vise. Or at least that was how Dean’s heart suddenly felt.

He wondered if Cas had any idea of the power he wielded with his puppy-eyed gaze. It was far more intense than any power he’d wielded at the full strength of a seraph.

“What?” Cas said.

Dean coughed, immediately and thoroughly caving and shook his head. “Nothing. Kidding kidding. Send me all the cute animal videos. They’re adorable. I’m not sick of them at all.”

Cas grinned, chuckling. “You scared me for a second. I knew you liked them. Dean!” He pointed excitedly at his phone. “The chickens are dancing on TikTok!”

“That’s good, buddy.”

[spiribia]

seraph was a little hater as a kid and eventually mellowed out a little with the subconscious revelation that she was not much better than other people. Meanwhile baby Luna was like Did you try the chicken I thought the chicken was lovely <:3 which eventually calcified into See if I care if the world freezes over

[dreaminonao3]

AppleJoy Prompt: drunk confessions - "You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober."

Liquid Courage (AO3)

The party celebrating the first anniversary of the Hazbin Hotel’s residents’ defeat of the exorcist army was in full swing in the rebuilt Hotel’s ballroom. At Lucifer’s request, all of the Sins were in attendance. Emily had cut through a mountain of bureaucratic red tape to allow Sir Pentious to attend as well – the snake angel hadn’t left Cherri’s side all night.

The young seraph chuckled to herself as she made her way to the refreshment table. It’s so good to see Cherri smile again, she missed him a lot more than she was willing to admit.

Beelzebub was piling fried chicken legs onto a plate and she smiled when Emily greeted her. “Hey, girlie. Looking for a drink? I brought only the best.”

“I could use one.” Her gaze wandered to where Lucifer was regaling a group of female sinners, new residents of the hotel, with a story of the battle. The handsome and charismatic King of Hell had them wrapped around his finger and it was all Emily could do to keep herself from telling all of the ladies to back off. He’s not even mine, my jealousy is so out of place.

Beelzebub followed her gaze then rolled her eyes before taking the cap off a bottle of beer and handing it to Emily. “Women (and men but let’s face it, it’s always mostly women) have flocked to Lu since the start of Hell. He likes the attention, he’s not the Sin of Pride for nothing, but it’s never more than that for him.”

Emily eyed her as she took a sip of her beer then nearly choked, switching her gaze to the label on the bottle. “What is this?”

Beelzebub grinned proudly. “Beelzebeer. You like it? I’m trying it out here before it goes to market.”

“It’s, um, it’s really strong.” The alcohol percentage on the label was high enough to make her goggle.

“That’s the whole idea, Em!” Beelzebub said jovially as she threw an arm around Emily’s shoulders. “People need to loosen up – I’m giving everyone here a bottle. Time to crank this party into high gear! Woo!”

Emily glanced around the ballroom to see everyone not dancing was trying the beer. It wasn’t to everyone’s taste but those willing to drink it seemed to like it. “I … guess it’s alright if everyone’s having some. But angels shouldn’t drink a whole bottle, we don’t have a strong alcohol tolerance.”

Beelzebub laughed. “Are you kidding? Look around, honey. Everyone’s getting drunk! Inhibitions are dropping like flies!”

She eyed her. “Aren’t you the Lord of the Flies?”

The Sin of Gluttony rolled her eyes. “That’s just Heaven’s propaganda. They see indulgence as bad, so the embodiment of indulgence must be covered in filth and flies or whatever. At least you’re one angel who doesn’t believe that shit.”

Emily nodded then took another sip of her beer. “I believe in moderation.”

“But not of everything all the time,” Beelzebub said. “That’s boring. You gotta live a little, girlie.”

Emily smiled a bit. “I’m drinking this, aren’t I?”

“That’s not nearly enough.” She called Ozzie over and the Sin of Lust happily complied.

“Hello, ladies!” His wedding band glistened on his left hand and his husband Fizz could be heard not far away happily telling Mammon to fuck off. Ozzie sighed heavily. “I don’t know why Lu invited Mam.”

“You know he prefers it when we’re all together,” Beelzebub said. “But forget about Mammon for a minute, Oz. You gotta help me convince Emily to let her hair down.”

Ozzie eyed Emily’s unbound, calf-length hair and smirked. “Looks down to me.”

Beelzebub smacked his arm. “Figuratively.”

“And what-” He cut himself off then grinned wide. “Oh, girl, him? You could have your pick of any man or woman in Heaven or Hell and you pick Lucifer?” He laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

“Keep your voice down, Ozzie,” Emily said quickly. “I don’t need the whole Hotel knowing I’m in love with Charlie’s dad.”

“Oh, it’s love, is it? Then what’s stopping you? March right up to that ass, give him a big smooch, then tell him your heart is his.”

“It’s not that easy,” she protested.

“Of course it is, especially now that he divorced Lilith in absentia. He’s free as a bird.” As if to emphasize Ozzie’s statement, Lucifer turned into a bird for his delighted audience then turned back into his regular form.

Emily had to force herself not to sigh happily over said form. “He’s the King of Hell, I’m a seraph.”

“Isn’t that part of the attraction?” Ozzie asked with a wink.

She blinked in surprise. “Well, yes, but-”

“Then get going.” He gently took her by the shoulders and shoved her in Lucifer’s direction.

Emily took a moment to sip her beer again before walking over to the growing circle of people around Lucifer. When she got close enough, she could see he was double-fisting beers and singing “This Is The Greatest Show” at the top of his lungs, much to the crowd’s amusement.

When the song was over, Emily approached him with a sympathetic smile. “I think we’d better get you some water to stave off the hangover I know you’ll have tomorrow.”

Lucifer’s face lit up when he saw her. “Emily! How’s my favorite seraph?” He made a face. “And I don’t mean Sera. She can go suck a … a lemon.” He grinned at her. “Hey, I’m feeling tired, how ‘bout you put me to bed, pretty lady?”

She ignored the snickers from the crowd. “I think sleeping would be a good idea. C’mon.” She opened a portal to his bedroom then took his arm and dragged him through it, Lucifer still drinking his beers.

Lucifer took one look at his bed and visibly deflated, the now-empty beer bottles falling from his hands to harmlessly land on the thick carpet. “That’s way too much bed for one person,” he said sadly.

It was on the tip of Emily’s tongue to volunteer but she kept that to herself. Instead, she picked up the empty bottles and set them on his vanity before turning to him. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Lucifer’s mood instantly turned. “Are you gonna undress me, Em?” he asked, grinning lasciviously. “Or I could do it, put on a show for you.”

Emily could feel her cheeks burning but she ignored the sensation. “That’s perfectly alright, Lucifer. You need to get to bed before you keel over.”

His mood fell again. “Right,” he said quietly then he took off his hat and shrugged out of his coat before sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to take off his boots. His balance was bad enough that every attempt ended with him falling backwards onto the bed and giggling. “I’m hopeless.”

Emily smiled at him fondly. “At this moment, yes, but that’s alright.” She pulled the boots off his feet, took a moment to admire his ducky socks, then she set the boots by the foot of the bed.

Lucifer changed position to sprawl in the middle of the bed on his back without bothering to get under the covers. “I still need someone to share this bed with.”

She hesitated before asking, “Do you miss Lilith?”

He looked at her, his eyes sad. “Part of me always will but I know she’s never coming back. Even if she shows up in Pentagram City again, she won’t be back in my bed.”

“Well, maybe you’ll find someone else.” She sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lucifer barked out a laugh. “I did but I’m a coward.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I found the most beautiful, intelligent, caring, and talented woman but I’m too chickenshit to tell her.”

Her jealousy threatened to overwhelm her but she did her best to ignore it. What he needs right now is a supportive friend. “You? You’re the most confident person I know.”

“Yeah, me. Lucifer, the King of Hell, is freaking out over a woman he’s in love with.” He sat up, a conjured beer in appearing in his hand and he took a swig but before she could protest, he said, “Liquid courage.”

“Love.” Emily never swore, even in her own head, but at that moment, she really, really wanted to. “Are you going to call her?”

He smiled sadly. “Why would I do that when she’s right in front of me?” At her slack-jawed stare, he said, “You’re all I ever wanted, Emily. I’m sorry I can’t say it sober. Like I said, I’m a coward.”

“Lucifer-” she started to say but she cut herself off when his eyes closed and he fell back to the bed and started to snore. “Oh. Well, I guess it’ll have to wait until morning.” She got up then hesitated a moment before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Lucifer.”

As she left the room, she missed him smiling softly in his sleep.

[13x02]

Picking your brain on Jack stuff (2 of 2)!

This is a long-winded way of asking you your thoughts on how Jack's flashbacks and the snake relate to his identity and soul. I'm just not sure how to phrase it, so you get this rambley thing instead. Happy Thursday, haha.

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After the mysterious girl, there's the snake. Oh, the snake. The obvious parallel to the snake is the cultural myth of Lucifer.

 The snake appears and asks, "Who are you, really? Who are you meant to be?"

This snake isn't coming to him with lies, statements, or riddles. Only simple questions. Perhaps asking questions is what generates real Wisdom, then? Or perhaps Lucifer's (and humanity's) original crime came from this tendency to question. I recall Lucifer's season 5 quote:

"We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard."

Questioning is that wonderful, wonderful disobedience. The Gnostic interpretation imagines the serpent in the Garden as a force of Good, that the serpent was sent to reveal to humans the evil intentions of their creators. The serpent succeeds in convincing them to eat the fruit and become like the divine, capable of distinguishing between good and evil ("empathy").

The snake is yellow. It seems to be like Jack, as golden as his eyes. Jack is, after all, the chicken (human) and the snake (angel/Seraph).

(Ouroboros 14x14 draft, Text Attributions// Supernatural scripts here via @spnscripthunt. Transcripts are located here via SPNWiki. Visit their Tumblr to donate.)

The snake is a key divinity symbol and is linked to immortality. The Garden is Earth (the chicken), and it's the generator that grows the soul.

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Like the figure of the Girl (Hokmah?), the snake in the garden and his fruit/pomegranate/"apple" are associated with Truth and Wisdom. There's something Ecclesiastical with this, too--that Wisdom brings pain.

Biblical Translations of Ecclesiastes 1:18

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief. The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief. To increase knowledge only increases sorrow. For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

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*Flashing GIFs*

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Then, we get these flashes as Jack's soul regenerates. My question for you (and for everyone) is a deep dive on why these images in particular? Aren't they interesting?

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Like Sam in season 8, we have Jack's forgiveness associated with a Church, a symbol of Forgiveness.

Occultus simply means, "hidden away; secret."

We have this hidden Garden referred to by Cas as a crossroads of humanity and divinity, something specifically disallowed by God.

(According to Heaven's oldest laws, Heaven and Earth aren't allowed to mix together, but Jack is a Nephilim. He is the result of humanity and divinity mixing. He represents the ultimate disobedience; an abomination; imperfection.)

Another oddity to me is that The Occultum is wrapped in an Enochian riddle, as if it's meant for angels in particular. How strange...

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Then, we see Jack retaking his place at the kitchen table and feeling the weight of all that pain.

What's this all about? Why did this Occultum thingy and the Garden regenerate Jack's soul? Was it all about Wisdom, about asking questions and truly facing the Awful Truth head-on?

Why didn't I understand? It was my fault. Forgive me.

Perhaps as a Nephilim, given enough time, Jack can repair his own soul the same way he was supposed to be able to slowly recharge his grace over hundreds/thousands of years.

After all, angels can "cleanse" damaged Hell souls via their grace (see: Dean's Hell rescue), and Souls can "charge up" injured angel grace (see: Bobby's "nuclear reactor" soul in season 6). Tragically, Heaven and Earth seem built to naturally complement one another.

Perhaps, that's why the mixing of the two is so dangerous.

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Anyway, thoughts? Thanks for humoring me with these. Hope you're not stabbing me in your head after these monstrosities. Please remember to tag this with #flashing gifs when you answer. :-)

the line you put with heaven and earth being natural and tragic compliments is causing me pain.

and i did notice this back when it aired but: so much of the flashes have dean in them. it is such an important note to me because of the end of 13x02 and all of 14x20. dean is what jack viewed as the ultimate form of being a human being. your free will makes you make mistakes and he forgives dean for it. i think getting his soul back was in part answering a question of what it meant to be human too. dean was his answer.

dean, sam, cas, and everything he has ever done wrong is what makes him a crossroads of divine and human. free will makes him both and neither. he is both and neither because he is just supposed to be jack. something new. something unheard of living long. all the other nephilim are dead. he lives despite everything against him.

and you pose such an interesting thing! I do think maybe if the circumstances were far different we could have seen jack replenishing his soul himself. after all, nephilim really are supposed to be a whole new level of power. jack is also the son of an archangel and i know it had to have give him even more of an edge to the nephilim who were simply the children of angels.

i am feeling particularly insane about this so let me add on:

Another oddity to me is that The Occultum is wrapped in an Enochian riddle, as if it's meant for angels in particular. How strange…

sometimes, i wonder what chuck was really thinking. it's so hard to know with him. i do think he did care for the angels. lucifer was his favorite, of course, but he did offer bringing back michael what he loved. he doesn't seem to be as close to gabriel and raphael but i wonder.

was the occultum meant for them? was he trying to see if he would end up fixing one of his big four children?

rebelling, like i put in the last ask, seems to just go so damn poorly for the angels. i wonder if going to the garden or something for them would have ended up with them with human souls but still angels. it would be such a fucked up form of being a nephilim that i can see chuck having done it.

i wonder if he hoped one of them would have found it. i wonder if none of them found it because they were still just too divine in the long run. i think the closest we got to divine human was castiel, but even he didn't end up happy. maybe jack could have been the divine human if they hadn't gone for the ending they did, actually.