#the idea that in the eyes of heaven and hell he was defined by the demon blood in his veins

[lesbiancocksucker]

I know dean's more compelling but why the hell did I never go insane over sam 'stalked by demons his whole life' winchester. sam 'fought with his dad and his brother' winchester. sam ' fought tooth and nail to leave the life but always kept getting dragged back not the least because he liked it' winchester. sam 'boy king with demon blood and lucifer's perfect vessel' winchester. sam 'desperately trying to gain the independence and freedom he was never allowed while still desperately needing his big brother's love' winchester. sam 'drank demon blood but refused to order anything other than salad' winchester. sam 'willingly threw himself into the cage despite spending his entire existence trying to escape the life' winchester.

[uzurakis]

hi kiara! can you please make a continuation of “their act of intimacy” but with gojo, toji, and sukuna? i melted the first time i read them with the other characters 😭 hope you have a good day ahead of you ❤️

THEIR ACT OF INTIMACY?

featuring: gojo satoru. ryomen sukuna. toji fushiguro.

n. aaa thanku for liking the previous one! this is for you nonnie <3 didn’t really proofread cause i’m running late on sleep lol. PART ONE HERE :0

GOJO SATORU. gojo finds it calming when you both take a shower together. however, his notion of "calming" may differ from the ordinary. instead of drowsing in warm water and doing all those private things such as soaping his back and shampooing his hair, you and him sometimes have other spontaneous ideas in mind.

as the warm water cascaded down, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness that's as comforting as it is exhilarating. satoru, with his irrepressible charm and mischievous grin, stood beside you, his presence filled the space with a playful energy.

"ah, feels like heaven," he sighed, whilst eyes gleaming with shenanigans. you chuckled, reaching for the shampoo. “don’t start a water fight again, satoru. let us enjoy a nice and relaxing—“

but before you could react, a splash of water hit you square in the face, causing you to sputter and laugh. “gotcha!" the man exclaimed, his laughter echoed through the tiled walls.

"it’s sooo on now!" you declared, retaliating with a splash of your own.

and just like that, the bathroom transformed into a battleground, with water flying in every direction as you both engaged in your playful antics. amidst the laughter and the splashing, there's an undeniable sense of joy that filled the room.

"careful, satoru," you warned, dodging his playful advances, "you're going to get soap in your eyes."

but he just grinned. "not before you get ‘em first, babe.”

and so, you guys continued your playful banter. soaked to the bone and grinning from ear to ear, gojo satoru defines his own calming moments with you.

RYOMEN SUKUNA. your boyfriend is a big guy, or so he believes before you swoop in and baby him. does he resist? yes. but will he eventually agree? absolutely.

the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as you stood in the kitchen. across the room, your boyfriend, sukuna, leaned against the counter, watching you with a bemused expression. you took a small portion with a spoon in hand, "say 'a' for me, sukuna.”

"hell nah.” his face was holding back the disgust. “you know, i can feed myself, right?"

"come on, baby, just one bite," you urged, eyes pleading. he hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to you. “no—tsk, fine.”

“just this once.”

as he reluctantly opened his mouth, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the sight of him being spoon-fed like a child. your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly swallowed the pasta, avoiding your gaze.

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, unable to contain your amusement.

he grumbled something unintelligible in response, but as you proceeded to feed him, he took every piece and never turned it down until the last bite.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never declines your offer to groom him. he rarely takes attention to his appearance, whereas you insist on cleaning up him up and do it with your own hands. at first, he doesn't think of it as intimate thing because isn’t it just about cutting and shaving? but as time goes on, he understands how much you value him and treasures the time you spent solely on him.

the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cozy living room. toji sat on the couch, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes. you watched him from afar with a fond smile tugging at your lips.

“toji,” you called out. “your hair has gotten longer than the last time i remember.” he chuckled softly, already accustomed to this routine. "is it that time again?"

with scissors and a comb in hand, you approached him with a smile. “c’mere, sit down, baby.”

letting a shrug plus a grin, the man complied, settling onto the stool you'd placed in the middle of the room. as you draped a towel around his shoulders, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

"you know, i understand why you enjoy doing this so much.” he admitted, leaning back as you began to comb through his hair.

"you know why?” you replied, your voice soft as you worked. "it's about taking care of each other, babe. showing love in the little things."

he fell silent at your words, mulling them over as you continued to trim away stray strands. gradually, the tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of ease and contentment.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

[lovelyverosika]

You didn’t know but with a twist

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!Reader

Warning: swearing

A/N: Hey<3 My name is Verosika and I’ll write fanfictions whenever I have the time to :) This is my first time writing one, so it’s based on the song "You didn’t know" to make it easier for me. Just to let you know english isn’t my first language..so be prepared for some grammar mistakes :,D

Y/N POV:

We all sat in the courtroom, waiting for the trail to begin. Next to me was my husband Adam and Lute. I wasn’t supposed to be here but Adam wanted me to hear the "childish" and unrealistic ideas of the princess of hell.

After everyone was here Sera spoke "We're gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell, can be redeemed into heavenly realm by means of this 'Hazbin hotel', Princess Morningstar?",Sera said wanting Charlie to speak up.

I looked down to Charlie,my head resting on Adam’s shoulder. "Webster's dictionary defines redemption as-" before Charlie could speak Adam interrupts her: "Objection, lame and unoriginal". I sighed at his immature behaviour and gave him a slight bump with my head.

Charlie was flipping through her cards making Adam roll his eyes. "If you have actually evidence, then show it already." He said,glaring at Charlie. "We have two patrons already they’re making incredible progress" Charlie defended and I smiled, "Who?", I asked. "Angel Dust" Charlie spoke. "Oh yeah, the pornstar demon" Adam snickered as he added. "He's totally worth being redeemed".

Suddenly Monika,another demon stood up. "Well then, if you know so much…what do you think it takes to get into heaven?",she spoke. It was quiet until I asked if Adam was okay. He scoffed as he pulled out a golden paper from his pockets and a pen, "Give me a fucking moment, okay?",he then started writing and gave me the paper as I read it out, "Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?", I chuckled looking at him with an raised eyebrow. He shrugged "Uh, yeah? Sure got me here...didn't it?",he said seemingly questioning himself. Sera sighed before saying: "He was the first human soul in heaven."

In the following hours Charlie showed us the improvement of this demon called Angel dust and how he did everything what Adam wrote on his list but nothing happened. Sera only sighed as she wanted to declare the trail as failed and that we will see what brings someone to heaven when the first soul arrives. I sat there with my head hanging. I felt bad for keeping my secret,especially when I looked over to Emily,who held the paper that Adam had written earlier.

Emily: But she was right, Sera. She showed us a soul can improve. He saw the light, Sera. Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance. Now we turn our backs, no second glance?

Sera: It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink.

Charlie: It's not fair, Sera!

Vaggie: Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head.

Charlie: No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways turn the page, escape infernal blaze.

Y/N: I'm sure you wish it could be so. But there's a lot that you don't know.

Lute: What are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.

Lute & Adam: There's no question to be posed!He's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that Hell is forever?

Adam: A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait to…

Y/N: Adam…

Adam: Come down and exterminate you.

Emily: Wait!

Adam: Shit…

Emily: What are you saying? Let me get this straight…You go down there and kill those poor souls?

Charlie & Y/N: You didn’t know?

Adam: Whoops

Lute: Guess the cat’s out of the bag.

Adam: What’s the big deal?

Emily: Sera, tell me that you didn't know…

Sera: I thought, since I'm older it's my load to shoulder

Emily: No!

Sera: You have to listen, it was such a hard decision. I wanted to save you, the anguish it takes to do what was required.

Emily: To think that I admired you, well I don't need your condescension. I'm not a child to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you're purveying?

Charlie: That's what the fuck I've been saying!

Emily,Charlie & Monika: If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie! If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky. The rules are shades of gray, when you don't do as you say. When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.

Monika: Don't you act all high and mighty!Adam did you ever think your "sweet" wife might be a liar?

Y/N: Huh? Wait no…please!

Monika: Don’t be such a crybaby! Why hide the fact that you were a demon just like us?

Part 2

[sincerelyverena]

pls pls pls charles x short!alive!reader? established relationship, maybe just some fluffy moments between the two?

⟡⁺ THE GHOST OF YOU

tysm for the req, anon! 💞💞 ive thoroughly enjoyed my return here, n now the story is yours n i hoped u enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it <3 special shoutout to my dbd betareaders, i love and appreciate all of u sm!

. . . CHARLES ROWLAND X GN!READER ‘think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else.’ @andforthecoating

inbox is always open for requests!

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✦ ﹒you love him. and he loves you too. a story as simple as that.

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✦ ﹒fluff ﹐short!reader﹐alive!reader ﹐established relationship ﹐im still getting a feel for charles character so go easy on me pls ﹐havent written non-smut in a long LONG time

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READERS: @love-xoxojules﹐@immortal101 ﹐@fadedpictures91 ﹐@charles-rxwlands﹐ @kidbiscuitt @smallestgremlin

Falling in love with a ghost wasn’t on the cards for you, until you met Charles Rowland.

The supernatural had haunted you since you were a small child, being the victim of a near-death experience isn’t easy on any youngling. Especially you. The consequences of viewing these seemingly mythological creatures took years of patience and silent work to endure, more so, because nobody would ever believe you if you told them you saw ghosts. How ghastly.

And as a young child, you couldn’t imagine that decades into the future, you’d be laid between the arms of one. Two bronzed columns that supported the minuscule length of your torso. And for a ghost? Charles is oddly warm. Or maybe that’s you warming up to your idea of your body heat, marinating in the crisp sheets of your bed. A sanctuary the two of you now shared, together.

But it was nice to think that it was Charles too. He was the reason why you felt comfortable and protected after all. In a world of witchcraft, warlocks, dangers, and death Charles was your home.

A pair of bow-turned lips place themselves against your temple, assisting you in drifting out of sleep. Charles murmurs against the surface of your skin, planting scattered kisses along the top of your head in the process. ‘Dove, we’re meeting Crystal for coffee, remember?’

Charles’s gently mustered words are enough to serenade a response out of your sleepy self. You murmur incoherent words, flipping yourself over so that when you inch your eyes open, they can delight in your boyfriend’s beauty.

His ebony-clad curls are fluffed to perfection atop his head, not a hint of bed-head in sight, which you consider impressive before you remember that Charles mostly spent the night just watching you. As if nothing else in the world matters. You extend a hand to the defined curve of his jaw, practically guiding his lips toward your own. They lock together in familiarity, and nothing but pure, honeyed ecstasy buzzes throughout you. This is better than coffee, better than anything. Charles tasted like heaven, hell, and everything in between.

And as you two separated, Charles beamed down at you with something indescribable bouncing around in his whiskey eyes.  ‘I think a sleep-in wouldn’t hurt, now, would it?’ Rising to the day seems like the logical option. Something that barely crosses your mind for a second before you fall captive to those bronzed arms, weaving around the hitch of your waist. And before you know it, you discover yourself half-tossed atop the ghost you had fallen for. The tall length of his legs tangled with your own. And any responsible, adult-like thought dissolved as your lips crashed together. Something oh-so-destructible yet perfect, how could you say no?

And possibly, that perfect destruction is always the reason why you both are considered late to possibly anything imaginable. If Edwin found himself in the depths of the fiery circles of hell again, the entire group would bet that you and Charles would take an eternity to part before he’d get rescued. It’d be more beneficial for Edwin to smuggle out himself.

‘We’re going to be awfully late, angel.’

‘Maybe because you keep distracting me.’

‘Nonsense, I’m brills and can do no wrong.’

You tear your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror before you. You scrutinise Charles with a disbelieving gaze at his words, which shortly dissolve into nothing less than adoration. Nevertheless, you continued to feign annoyance as you combed a single hand through your hair and down your scalp. Fingers adjusting the little strands to suit your desire for tidiness. 

You abandon this aspiration, pivoting upon your heel. The mask of annoyance you pertain slips away into nothingness as a soft laugh escapes you amid your words. Facing your boyfriend, you slip a hand into his own.

‘You’re lucky that I love you.’ 

'I am so very lucky.'

Charles’ adjusted his position as he moved his lips from the curve of your forehead, toward the curve of your lips. There was something passionate about how the deep onyx of hues sparked with something even deeper. Something warm and honeyed, indescribable. And before you could even decipher what it was you could feel the honeyed taste of him upon your lips, Charles scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

His arm relented against the small of your back, even as you holler out empty threats and meaningless curses amid your laughter. This merely prompted Charles to bounce you atop his shoulder blade, a chuckle of his own heard as you huffed and puffed. Nevertheless, you would refuse to admit that the action of soft intimacy made you feel over the moon with exhilaration.

A curse of Charles’s own accompanied your laughter as he was a breath away from the side of his torso slamming into the doorway he attempted to parade you through, which frankly made you laugh harder.

‘You’re such a dick.’ You managed to wheeze out.

‘I think you may be right about that one.’

Charles’s voice sounded with a tinge of mischief, which crept, announced in his tone. You could almost hear the grin in his voice as he articulated his words, even through your limited peripheral vision as you were held captive in his arms.

‘You love it, though.’

The Charles-like cockiness your boyfriend presented caused you to blow out a breath of feigned exasperation. Yet, unbeknownst to him, the slow ghost of a smile proceeded to creep onto your lips. Especially as he continued to balance you upon the bridge of his broadened shoulder, for a hint of dramatics, of course. Because you did love it.

And as the two of you ventured toward inevitable lateness, you couldn’t help but think how you couldn’t wait to do it all again the following morning.

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[nyashykyunnie]

Oki so I saw tjat you were open to brajnrots so I hope you enjoy them urbjdbfk sorry if it's long but I need to get these out before I go insane sibddnjdjdb 😅😅

I kinda think that Jinwoo would tease the hell out of their partner if they start getting super flustered after their second awakening, ESPECIALLY if reader was with them pre-awakening and was kinda shy woth affection before too (shout out to my shy peeps akbdjbd) ofc he's respectful about boundaries but it doesn't mean he enjoys how cuter his s/o has become wjbdjdnd Not only that, I think Jinwoo would definately use their new height and stregnth to his advantage too! Like if his s/o was taller and could lift him before when hugging, what stopping him from picking up his s/o to cuddle now?? Mf has the audacity to be smug to 🙄🙄

I think he even finds his s/o' weight on him incredibly comforting, especially with the fact that his s/o trusts him completely no matter how he's changed. This is especially so if his s/o knows how terrifying he is as a hunter, and is not phased in the slightest

(Jinwoo has jumped from E to S-rank. Having to fight his way up tooth and claw, doing whatever he has to survive. A man that even monsters fear. Here? He's just Jinwoo. nothing more nothing less. Safe and content with s/o acting as his guiding light during his darkest of hours. Before, he was worried how he couldnt protect his s/o's happiness when he was an E-rank. Now? He finally has the stregnth to protect them and his family, and will do so with everything he has)

Acheivement unlocked: Jinwoo's s/o has now become his weighted blanket sjdbudnd

Jinwoo pissed after a raid, eyes glowing purple, emitting an aura that even scares his shadows: The world is harsh and cruel.... Jinwoo 10 min later, eyes normal, deadly aura gone, cuddling s/o with his head nestled into s/o's shoulder: s/o soft and gentle.

Wdym he can't have his lovely s/o on his lap while he's on his rare breaks in the privacy of his own office??? Unless there is a s-rank dungeon suddenly appearing or an emergency, this man will be enjoying his BREAK.

Don't get me started on his shadows too sksbudbj. I think it be funny if his shadows also start acting like puppies for s/os affection too. Yeah sure they can absolutely decimate enemies but to their Monarchs beloved, theyre lovable guard dogs. (I think that they would be even more charmed If s/o is actually aware how dangerous they can be but still treats them so kindly)

Jinwoo would also get secretly jealous if his shadows gets the privilege of using his shy! s/o's lap as a pillow too (kinda like how a small pet sits on their owners lap or large dogs put their heads on their owners lap for pets too). Especially if its BEFORE he gets the privilege to abdjdbdnkd

I bet once this man gets a taste of using s/os thighs a pillow , he is a changed man. Brain alterd. dbjdbd

The man's personal heaven? His head nestled into s/o's lap with their fingers running though his hair. If his s/o stars humming? Man's purring in content.

(Anyways, if you read it, thanks! I hope it makes you feel a fraction of how happy I feel when I read your works ajbdjdb)

Cheer,

//Warning: kyunnie having a mental breakdown over Jinwoo NO BECAUSE I GENUINELY THINK JINWOO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS BEING A TEASE!!! HE'S A BIG OL GRUMP AND AWKWARD BUT I GEN THINK HE LIKES TEASING BY TOUCH!! YOU CAN TELL WITH THE WAY HE INTERACTS WITH JIN-AH LIKE SQUEEZING HER FACE OR PINCHING HER CHEEKS IT TELLS A LOT!!!! I GOT THE IDEA OF A TOUCHY JINWOO JUST BY SEEING HOW HE ACTS AROUND JIN-AH AND KYYAAAAA PRE-AWAKENING RELATIONSHOIP EBHJGRWFE!!!!! I LOVE THAT IDEA SM BECAUSE THERE'S A CERTAIN POETIC ROMANCE TO IT WHEN YOU'VE SEEN YOUR BELOVED AT THEIR LOWEST POINTS AND LOVE THEM UNCONDITIONALLY REGARDLESS!! My fave novel of all time is tgcf and there's a whole interactions between the main cp like this!! “That person saw me at my worst", Hua Cheng said. "Then I'm very envious of that", Xie Lian replied.” IF IT'S A SITUATION LIKE THAT IK JINWOO'S ATTACHMENT WOULD GO BEYOND THE ROOFS AND HEAVENS!!!! Jinwoo would first be oblivious to his sunshine's(reader is giving me sunshine vibes, and I love sunshines sm) at first but he slowly started noticing from the jumpy reactions and the shy expression!! He'd test out the waters by his body language likelike purposely moving closer to reader unexpectedly, grasping hands, lightly brushing a finger on their ear— And when he confirmed his suspicions he went "Oh?" like lIKE HOLLYY SIJJDBE WN CFEAAAAA KGGRAAAAA!!! HE'D BULLY THEM A LOT AND CHUCKLE EVERYTIME HE CATCHES SUNSHINE READER GO BBRRRR BRAIN LAG WHHEEEE PRINCESS CARRIES USED TO BE A DISTANT DREAM NOW JINWOO CAN DO IT ANYTIME HE WANTS!! HE EVEN LETS THEM SIT ON HIS ARM PERCHED SO CUTELY LIKE THIS!!! IT GETS READER SO FLUSTERED THEY HIDE THEIR FACE ON HIS NECK AND HE'S LIVING FOR ITT!!!!

(Source: How to win my husband over) BUT WE CANT FORGET THE JINWOO THAT GETS TIRED AND ALL PISSY AFTER DEALING ITH GATES!! Ik our boi gets annoyed over some sht but he doesn't voice them out most of the time!!! His best therapy is when he has reader cuddled up on his lap or him laying his head on their while they tousle their hair around. I Genuinely think Jinwoo's soft/sensitive spots are on his head!!! Fingertips brushing across his scalp tickles him in a pleasant way that he just goes Zzzzzz..... Jinwoo is the type of boyfriend that looks so expressionless and stiff but put his lover and his eyes immediately turn into the most gentle lovestrucken-fool look in an instant that whoever witnesses it thinks their lives just flashed before their eyes because wth the hunter coULD DO THAT KIND OF FACE??????? HELLLOOO!!!! I am an intj simp and coincidentally I have so many intj husbands that I did not ask for but goddamn the consistency. The patten I see with INTJ's ik is that they love acts of service!!! From brushing your hair away from your face, holding their hand out to you so you wont get lost, instinctively doing something to help you WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING. And my god, they have the most MOST INTENSE EYE CONTACT EVER!!!! Jinwoo has proven that side in the manhwa I do not need to pull up panels for this surely YA'LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN PEOPLE. If Jinwoo is whipped, HE IS WHIPPED!!! He mostly keeps a straight face BUT CANNOT CONTROL HIMSELF FOR HIS BELOVED( lets be fr he doesn't intend to in the first place he's that downbad and I love it mWAH) Cuddle session breaks with sunshine reader is a must if not he will wreak havoc in the office or the gates or something WHEEZE OMG THE SHADOWS WHAKJSDEQBKWEF, HE'S A PETTY BASTARD I TELL YOU!! HE'S CHAOTIC AS HELL!!!!! HE DEF THROWS BERU AN EYE-ROLL WHEN HE GETS PATPATS FROM SUNSHINE READER AND IT ENDS UP WITH BERU HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN ITS SO SILLY JWHNFWEPIOEJFND, HE MAKES HIM DO FOREHEAD ON THE FLOOR PUNISHMENT 2 DHWEJAFKE HE'S A PETTY BASTARDDD!!!!! HIS BIGGEST RIVAL IS TANK BECAUSE HE IS THE FLOOFIEST BOI IN THE SHADOWS AND IT JUST MAKES JINWOO GO INTO A TANTHRUM ITS SO SILLYYY!!!! AFTER THE WHOLE SULKING WO GOES TO SUNSHINE READER'S LAP AND GRUMBLES LIKE A TODDLER!!!! Also the thighs man, he had done it once in E-rank days nEVER MOVED ON I TELL YOU, THAT'S WHY I KEEP SAYING LAP SINCE EARLIER WHAHDHWGR. The first time he did it he felt like he was thrown into heaven literally and figuratively he's such a silly simp AGAIN YES, JINWOO'S MOST SENSITIVE SOFT SPOT IS HIS HEAD!!!!!! OUR SILLY LITTLE FLOOFY BASTARDD!!! He purposely messes his hair up so sunshine reader would be forced to fix his hair, and when they look away he begins ruffling his hair up again for more attention— ALSO EARLIER U APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING SOMETHING LONG BESTIE DON'T I MADE IT LONGER IT'S OKAY DON'T FEEL BAD DAFOHLJMWLEJDNM Also owejii uueeee, now I'm all shy and flustered aisupohdjqbl,emfdn AAAAee ee er w ddw sakjlsdlafrgshdf I'm so glad it makes u happy uueeeeeee, I honestly just write for myself but I'm glad it makes you happy too uueee<3333!!!!! Ty for activating my jinwoo braincells that should have beem stayed dormat anywei!! (They never rlly sleep anyway i just keep them in my head)

[dogbites-puppylove]

Hi! I’m new to your bling and was wondering How do you think Dick Grayson(Yandere) would react to his s/o being a dragon but they stay in there human form more than there dragon form because the form is too large for Blüdhaven? (If ya want to inspiration think of Drogon from Game of thrones. Black scales blood red horns and spinal plates. Red eyes. There flames are black and red?)

Dick Grayson w Dragon! Darling

TW: description of yandere mentalities and actions (obsession, possessive tendencies, stalking, etc)

Tags: Yandere! Dick Grayson x Dragon!reader

Dick Grayson is a man deprived - always craving and hungering for his darling in ways that melt his brain from his ears until they drip on the sidewalk below. He licks up your identity and devours it from your highest dreams to the blood beading your scraped knee during a spring of your childhood - everything you are is also Dick’s - just as everything he is is yours. Hiding anything from him is a task impossible perhaps even to the divine - he’s addicted to you, his high’s are your breath in his lungs and his lows are when you're just feet away. With this in mind - his darling being a dragon doesn’t so much as change his opinion then change his approach. 

Dick is a man who is bound by the pleasure principle - his ultimate bliss is the idea of life and death in your arms - conjoined as if you entered this earth connected. Like Orpheus is never known without Eurydice - like the legend can never be told with only one of them - he needs this love to define him.  He feels the need to writhe, the way he feels bugs under his skin that chatter into his bones - eating him hollow until you can fill it. Dragons by principle are tougher - they can take more, last longer, and bigger in every sense - and this is something Dick loathes and delights at. 

He’s rougher with you - he knows you can take it - and he experiments more. What pleasure is best - what sounds can you make - how far can he push until he can see just a glimpse of what you are outside of flesh that mimics his own. It’s simply not an option to not know you inside and out - not when he rips himself open everyday to allow you inside - not when you have his organs clutched between your teeth. Don’t grow surprised when one day he comes home with a collar and a leash - but don’t be afraid he has one for himself too. 

However - Dick is a selfish man, and while he loves his Darling so painfully his heart might beat his ribs raw - he can’t bear the idea of separating from you at his death. He grows far more obsessed with how to take you with him - oh but don’t be scared. It’ll be soft, sweet - like cyanide in apple seeds - he’ll coddle you through any pain. Just as he is rougher with you - he’s also more fatal. His hands begin to mimic dulled swords that sharpen themselves against your skin - he feels for soft spots and pulse points - and at night he whispers about joints graves with a devastating need. Your train ride to hell had been confirmed the moment he laid eyes on you - the moment Dick Grayson fell in love. Not even being a dragon will let you fly. 

Dick Grayson is also delusional - just as strong as Nightwings ideals are. This means that Darling can physically do nothing that breaches the moral threshold of wrong - and if he must rewrite heavens law to have it ring true he shall. Dick not seeing Darlings full form is not an option  - you own each other - you’ve vowed yourself to each other. Nothing must take a higher presence in your life than that, if you don’t want to move far enough to shift without casualty then death becomes far less of a problem. To put it in simple terms - Dick Grayson will consume every last part of you - should citizens and Gotham itself have to perish under your form it would be a shame - but of no consequence. 

Though, the Darling should be warned to not get cocky - wings are just as beautiful on your back as they are mounted on the wall. He knows you’ll survive - and he has forever to beg for your forgiveness, so you can’t blame a starved man for taking a bite.

Author's Note: This is so out of my field and I'm so out of practice omg. I hope you enjoy it though. 

[k-n0-x]

༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid- Chapter 1·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻

A/N- Hey everyone! I hope you guys are doing well. This story is a longer series of Lucifer Morningstar x reader where you’re Adam’s third wife. This story will have roughly 10 official chapters, but there will be shorter fillers which will be labelled as [previous chapter number].5. 

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As you use your wings to sweep down to the sultry streets of Hell, you frantically look around for any stray troops, for them to tell you everything. Anything. 

“Where is this gods be darned hotel,” You think to yourself, along with other incoherent and unfinished thoughts.

But it all connects back to one hanging thought in the back of your mind.

Heaven is a Lie.

What happened to all that “Killing is bad” and “Murder is sin” bullshit that they preached?

This is a genocide. 

All of these demons, from young to old, didn’t do anything wrong, (well atleast, not in this moment)

Is it that hard for Adam to see? 

He’s been feeding you these utter lies this entire time? This news was a bombshell on you at the meeting when that lovely young girl, Charlie was pitching her idea.

Speaking of bombs, a piercing and explosive sound emits from the other side of the city.

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As you traverse the debris of the crumbling city, you spot two familiar faces amongst the face of fire.

One of which that you despised ever since that meeting.

Lute.

The other had her back faced towards the lieutenant. Her horns protruded from her scalp and her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze, unaware that Lute was about to strike. 

“LUTE, NO!” You put yourself in the face of the Angelic weapon, your wings disarming the troop general to avoid her striking down Charlie.

“Y/N? What in the actual living fuck are you doing here?” 

“I should be the one asking the questions here,” You point an accusing finger into the general’s chest. 

“Where’s Adam? I need to have a serious discussion with him. If you see any other troops, tell them to stand down,” 

“You’re not my bos-”

“I said. Stand. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!” You stare Lute down, and she glares at you back. 

She doesn’t say anything, but you could see her biting her tongue.

You turn to Charlie.

“Charlie, come on, we gotta go!”

“But, I- I don’t understand, why are you he-”

“Just trust me on this one okay? Go and make sure no one is in imminent danger. I will handle my husband myself,”

The Princess looks up at you, eyes flooded with admiration, trust, and hope as you soar back into action.

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You swoop in and out of  shattered buildings in fruitless attempts to find Adam amidst the screams and battle cries of both Angels and Demons.

“Adam? ADAM?!” You screech into the crimson sultry sky. 

Another explosive pierces through the sky from not far where you were barely a minute ago.

“Ugh, Lute I swear,” You mutter under your breath and your attention is quickly turned to two shadows attacking each other. You look overhead and see two figures; one of them is adorned with a priest’s garments (obviously, Adam), and the other… well…

Does not have a definable shape whatsoever. 

One moment, it has taken the form of a bird, and the next it has the figure of a snake.

One thing never changed though, a sporting white top hat stayed gracefully on his head in each form.

This ever changing specimen seems to be teasing your partner. 

“Adam? Haven’t seen ya since Eden,” He maneuvered between all of Adam’s punches.

“Gotta say, it really seems like you’ve let yourself go,”

Adam scoffs. 

“You, Lucifer, judging me? You’re the most hated being in all of gods be damned creation!”

Ah, that makes much more sense now.

The shape-shifting demon, finally setting on a figure, with a smirk, almost nonchalant expression on his face.

Dodging the First Man’s bolts of angelic power, Lucifer still doesn’t relent with the tomfoolery.

“Well, your first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer,” He places his index and middle gloved digits between his lips and drags them downwards, his snake tongue between them.

Ooof, that’s gotta hurt.

Well it definitely did. On Lucifer’s end that is for sure. One of Adam’s blows finally managed to hit him, knocking him backwards, and inadvertently knocking you out of your trance.

Fuck, you were supposed to be stopping this.

“ADAM!” Your husband turns to face you, looking from the ground, dumbfounded.

“Y/n?! What the actual fuck are you doing down here?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?!” You draw in a breath, irritated.

Just get to the point.

“Tell your little army to stop. Playtime’s over,”

Adam descends down to you, with disagreement written all over his face.

“Nah,” He smirks.

“What the FUCK do you mean ‘Nah?’ What are you, 10?” 

“Yeah, 10 inches deep in you,” 

Your face distorts into a one of disdain. Marrying is probably one of the worst decisions you made.

“You don’t need to make this any harder than it needs to be,” Then it clicked. An utterly vile, but devious idea struck your mind.

“Dear Adam,” you hum, layering on the most seductive voice you can. Both Adam and Lucifer look at you, both confused at your quick change of tone.

Well this is going to be the most embarrassing 30 seconds of your life.

Alas, you carry yourself with a more fluid demeanor, as his eyes follow you. Though as stupid as he is, he isn’t going to fall for your tricks that easily.

You snuggle up to him, your hand gently caressing his upper thigh, reaching right where the source of all manhood was. Stroking not only his dick, but his ego as well, which you were really going for.

You whisper in his ear. 

“Come back home darling~ you need some time to rest, hm?” You let your fingers circle around his tip. “I’ve been waiting for you for a while now~”

He smirks. Bingo. 

“Fine, but I’ll be waiting for you at home, love,” He says with a wild grin.

“Lovely,” you say through smiling teeth.

Though behind that smile, there is absolutely nothing worthy of mentioning.

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“Well, I sincerely apologise for my husband’s behaviour. Honestly, I would have stopped him sooner if I found out,” You bow to the group of demons.

Utter despair is written on the entire group’s faces. 

“What’s the matter? I know your hotel has been blown to bits, but at least everyone here is safe,” your tone is uncertain.

“Right?”

Charlie is the first to pipe up to speak.

“Sir, Pentious- he-,” Her voice cracks.

“Oh honey,” you turn to try and comfort her with your wings, though abruptly interrupted by a threatening cough from Lucifer, who was behind you.

You want to comfort the Princess of Hell, but you decide against it and turn to face the group. 

“I just want to say, before leaving, that I am on your side. I know Heaven is the real enemy and I will try to aid in any possible way, though right now I have to be going,” You look at each demon in turn, Lucifer for last, as he gives you a once over, as though you’ve intrigued him in some way.

“Well, erh, farewell. For now?” You give Charlie a tentative squeeze on the arm, and give Vaggie an acknowledging nod, which was returned.

As you spread your wings and soar back to heaven, you come to the realisation of what you’re gonna have to do when you get home.

Or rather, who…

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have a fluffy idea for once! No prompts from the list, just brain thoughts:

Adam has been staying in the hotel for a few months, very reluctant to participate at first, but slowly warming up to it. Him and Lucifer had a long conversation about Eden at some point, and since then they've gotten increasingly domestic with each other. While they're not openly in a relationship, they'll sleep in the same bed, have movie nights together, cook together, and be generally affectionate. They try to be subtle about it, but Husk and Angel both picked up on it rather quickly, choosing to keep it between the two of them that they knew.

Cut to the moment: Charlie set up a bonding activity for hotel residents! Ballroom dancing, to build teamwork, trust, and coordination. They switch partners a few times, but of course Luci and Adam end up together eventually. The two of them, having both been important figures in heaven at some point, definitely have ballroom dancing experience, and it shows when they dance with each other. Once the music reaches its end, they're so caught up in each other that they end it with a kiss... in front of everyone. Ensue dramatic reveals, probably some flustered Adam, Charlie being baffled, momentarily angry, and then just really enthusiastic. Them finally getting to be saccharinely domestic with others present :))

Feel free to do with that what you will, I just wanted some domestic fluff <3

Indigo (aroace, lonely, and coping through fictional ships)

AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! IT'S SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE! LOL

At first Adam was only at the hotel for salvation, to not be murdered a million times over by blood thirsty sinners who wanted revenge.

He tolerated Charlie and her stupid exercises, he was present for them but never really participated. Until one day he said to Hell with it and gave one of them a try. It wasn't bad, but still dumb in his opinion.

At some point he had befriended the porn star Angel Dust and by proxy his boyfriend Husk. Turns out they had a lot more in common than Adam originally thought. They would go out drinking and shoot the shit, it was nice to have friends.

Lucifer was an issue in and of himself. He sold his soul to the guy in exchange for protection and it had been awkward being around him in the beginning.

It's been six months now and Lucifer said he wanted to talk to him. Adam has thought he was in trouble for something he might have done.

But no. The king wanted to talk about Eden. REALLY talk about Eden. He even apologized for his role for the downfall of the garden. They sat on Lucifer's bed talking for hours about Eden, the good and the bad. When he even apologized about taking Lilith, Adam told him not to worry about it. It took him leaving the garden to realize she wasn't his type.

They talked so long they fell asleep. That was the first time they shared a bed and from then on, it felt weird NOT to. So they just shared a bed, it just kind of happened.

Adam remembers the first time they cooked together, it was breakfast with the works. That's kind of how he found out he is shit at cooking. So instead he would hand Lucifer the ingredients and the King would cook the food. He remembers when Lucifer placed his hands on his hips to sneak by and how the touch made Adams heart race.

Adam and Lucifer shared lingering touches that lasted a moment or two too long. How their eyes would lock and they would share gentle smiles when they thought no one was looking.

Angel and Husk saw all of this but didn't say a word. The couple would go public when they were ready.

One thing Adam could make was microwave popcorn. Which him and Lucifer shared as they watched horror movies, snuggled up on the couch, sharing a blanket with their fingers laced together underneath. Adam's head would rest in the crook of Lucifer's shoulder. Sometimes Adam would fall asleep and wake up in their bed.

They weren't exclusive with a defined label, but what they did have was nice.

Today, Charlie wanted to do a new trust exercise. "We'll be doing ballroom dancing! It's a great way to build trust and have fun at the same time. Now, everyone grab a partner. We'll trade off every now and then."

"Piece of cake." Adam said, he had lots of dancing experience from being in heaven. What he didn't expect was to be teamed up with Alastor first. "Keep your fucking hands where I can see them, asshole."

"Trust me, I don't want to touch you any more than you want me touching you." The music started and they began dancing. Adam saw Alastors eyes look over his shoulder, that's when the radio demon brought him in closer. His hand on Adams waist, the fallen angel thought he might be sick. "But if it pisses him off, I suppose I can suck it up."

Adam creased his brow and looked over his shoulder behind him. If looks could kill, Lucifer would have had the deer demon explode into chuck sized pieces. His face softened when he saw Adam looking at him.

"Switch!" Charlie called out.

Now Adam was dancing with Vaggie, much better than that freak. They didn't speak the whole time, which was fine.

"Switch!"

This time, finally Adam was pulled into Lucifer's arms. He smiled at him as they swayed together in perfect harmony, the music moving them. "Hey."

"Hey, did that asshole hurt you?"

Adam snorted. "No, that was just to piss you off." He felt Lucifers arm tighten around his waist bringing him closer. "But if I said yes, would you beat that fucker up?"

"I'd do it just because he touched you." Lucifer meant it, he didn't need a real reason to go deer hunting, but if that fucker laid a hand on Adam he'd kill him.

Adam felt his heart flutter, butterflies danced in his stomach. "I feel so special."

Lucifer twirled Adam outward and pulled him back in. "You are special. To me especially."

They stared into each other's eyes, Adam could get lost there forever. It's like nothing else existed but them. The music stopped but they didn't let go of one another. Adam and Lucifer kept eye contact a few moments more before Adam felt a hand in his hair, with half lidded eyes he looked at Lucifer's lips as he looked at Adam's. The hand in his hair guided him closer until their lips met in a tender kiss.

Adam opened his mouth when Lucifer's tongue licked at his lips asking for entrance and deepening the kiss. Adam sighed softly as the hand in his hair grazed the base of his horns, his own hands clung to Lucifer's shoulders holding him close.

"Dad what the fuck!?"

Adam and Lucifer pulled apart like they had been burned. Oh no! Everyone fucking saw them makeout like a couple of teenagers. They shared looks of shock. They never slipped up like this. They turned to see everyone looking at them with varying degrees of emotions.

"I fucking called it." Angel said looking smug, Husk handed him a twenty.

Adam felt like his face was on fire, embarrassment starting to set in. He was getting uncomfortable with everyone looking at him like a fucking zoo exhibit.

"Charlie I can explain." Lucifer started.

"Explain what? That you've been seeing Adam behind my back and didn't tell me? Cause that was a very passionate kiss."

Adam wanted to die a third time. He put his face in his hands. He was sure all the blood in his body was in his face. "God dammit." He swore under his breath.

"Charlie, dear. Don't be mad, I didn't want to say anything to you until I was sure how I felt."

"How do you feel?" She asked.

Lucifer removed one of Adams hands from his face, Adam looked at him and swore he melted at how gentle that look was. "I, I care a lot about him. Adam makes me happy in a way I haven't felt in a long time."

Adam felt the same way. "So do I." It came out just above a whisper, just for Lucifer to hear. His smile was so wide it hurt his face.

Charlie looked at them and her temper simmered away into nothing. Oh. "I'm glad you're happy dad. I just wish this wasn't how I found out about you guys."

"I'm sorry Char, we kinda, got lost in the moment."

"Like right now?" Angel chimed in. "For the record, you guys dance amazing together. I can only imagine what it looks like when you fu- ow! Husk!"

Husk had pinched him. "No one wants that mental picture."

"Are you mad?" Adam finally asked.

Charlie sighed. "All I want is for my dad to be happy. If that's with you, then so be it. Just don't hurt each other." That would be one hell of a break up.

"Thank you, Charlie." Lucifer said. He pulled Adam back in for another kiss, this one sweet and soft. Adam's heart raced and thrummed with joy.

"Get a room you two!" Angel yelled.

That they could definitely do.

[tardlard]

hazbin hotel redesign part 1/?? (doing this for funsies tbh, lore below)

BACKGROUND: so, charlie morningstar is a dynamis angel with the dream of rehabilitating sinners! heaven decides to entertain her ideas for shits and giggles, providing her with keekee (who is the hotel embodiment and a large book of sinner backgrounds to make sure nobody disgusting gets in) and sending her off to hell!

DESIGN CHOICES: i wanted to keep her color scheme since it fits well together, but changed it up a bit. shes more goat-like (yes her hooves are out let her frolic) w her horns, hooves, and a more defined nose. - theres this one belief with angels and demons, where angels have connected horns, blinded with gods light, but once they break, they fall. i wanted to use that approach with charlie, giving her a small crack to represent her faith in heaven fading (since heaven is supposed to be corrupt in the show) - the eye on her collar is heaven's watchful eye on charlie, and whenever she loses faith/hope or needs a private moment, the eye closes and/or dims -her collar is a simplistic replacement for a halo, since she has to somewhat blend in so demons wont target her ass for being holy -charlie hides her wings, halo, and overall 'angelic' form whenever she gets sent down, and attempts to blend in somewhat

CONCEPT SO FAR: -so, charlie goes to the seraphim and blabbers out her ideas, faithful in heaven being accepting and fully siding with her dream. but, approval's iffy, and it takes a while before heaven decides to go along with it (albeit they shit on her constantly for it). sent down with keekee, now her trusty book of sinner backgrounds and hotel embodiment/key, she gets to work on advertising her happy hotel!!! -first to arrive to the hotel is vedika (my vaggie rename), a fallen angel with the intent of guarding charlie and providing for the hotel itself. (not revealing she was an exterminator, and now these lesbians get SLOW BURN) -as they advertise, the infamous radio demon finds the idea of an angel wanting to redeem SINNERS entertaining, so he shows up and drags along husker and nifty to help around. (hes more evil here, me and my homies HATE alastor) -then they find a demon to bring along as the example/star of the redemption idea, angel dust (now more related to his mafia background, no more porn jokes guys11!!), and attempting to get him clean so heaven doesnt make fun of charlie as much feel free to critique me! im not the brightest in character design, so it'd be helpful to get any tips and tricks with my design! be nice tho, im just a gyal if this gets recieved okay, ill probs do another design 😋

[bonefall]

the whole thing with the author defending (?) tom the wife beater is so repulsive, and then you read it again and i don’t think bumble is mentioned ONCE. she scrounges for sympathy with turtle tail, but the other one? the fat, useless, other one? forget her! (this is negative towards the authors, i adore the better bones stuff, esp how bumble is treated. vote bumble :) )

I really cannot get over it... to angrily write out a whole screed on how the strongest punishment is regret and not consequence, compare the sentiment of a reader that "Tom didn't deserve heaven" to his physical abuse of Turtle Tail, and then not even mention his other crimes of kidnapping and torture.

Even in death, Bumble isn't important enough to mention. As the books continue, they even continue to only mention her death as an unfortunate accident, or evidence of why kittypets can't join Clans. Even though she was MURDERED.

I think the statement is a good exercise in the difference between a post advocating rehabilitative justice, and abuse apologia just dressed up as it.

There IS a point to be made about how the idea of a Hell/Prison just makes bad people worse. We often have a desire to punish, because we FEEL better getting catharsis seeing A Bad Guy suffer like they hurt others. But that alone doesn't really fix or address a problem.

For example, it's really common to feel that kind of revulsion at a drug addict who robs a convenience store for money. Does it actually reduce addiction rates, or undo the trauma of the assaulted cashier, or help prevent it from ever happening again to throw the robber in a broken prison where they come out, 7 years later, with no rehabilitation?

The answer is no. It didn't help anyone. 7 years pass and he's still addicted to substances, possibly even worse, because prison just made his life shittier. As a leftist we can recognize that compassion is usually the answer.

(Unless, of course... someone needs to be removed from a position of power or actively prevented from attacking others. Violence is the answer sometimes.)

But the thing is, the author didn't SAY that. What they did was compare the impulse for catharsis, to TOM'S DESIRE TO BEAT HIS WIFE.

NO, those are NOT the same thing. Your desire for comeuppance towards a wifebeater character getting a redemption reward for "saving his child" after a long life of cruelty without consequences, is NOT THE SAME as Tom the Wifebeater inflicting pain and suffering on people out of spite.

She had to phrase it in the worst possible way for this argument to even LOOK like it made sense. "She broke HIS rule of Don't Be Mean To Tom" vs "He broke YOUR rule of Don't Be Mean To Turtle Tail." And "Now he's being taught how to be lovely"

Physical abuse, emotional abuse, and kidnapping are not "being mean" and it's both sick and insightful that she'd call it that

Domestic abuse is not a "failure to be lovely," it's the act of harming your family or partner to control them.

Tom the Wifebeater is a character who was not written with a scrap of nuance. He is not a real person. All they did with him was consistently show how much pleasure hurting people gives him, then say him dying for his biokid absolved everything

So in this series where you establish there are Born Evil Truly Malicious people (ONE EYE IS IN THE SAME BOOK), but then turn around to cry that Tom the Wifebeater can be made lovely off-screen...

You end up saying that domestic abuse isn't in your arbitrary "evil" category.

And that's so fucking fitting for the arc of Clear Sky's "redemption," where the same book ends off on Thunder saying that his abusive, woman-killing dad wasn't so bad all along because he's not like One Eye.

The answer's just that simple. They don't think male abuse is all that terrible because it's the same as an impulse; explicitly not malice. So it doesn't make you "evil," and only "evil" people deserve the Dark Forest.

(Dont question the Dark Forest as a concept or how starclan defines evil though :x dont worry about it :x)

[silverdune]

the purgatory papers | introduction: part one

"i’m so sorry, but, you can’t retire. not yet. not right now."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. main masterlist character(s): gn!reader, jeong yunho tags: explicit language, banter, reader is tired, yunho's kind of a little shit, loose interpretations of heaven, hell and purgatory word count: 2.1k summary: you, an elder of purgatory, are ready to retire your position as the manifestation of a newspaper columnist, someone who got the scoop on feuds between the angels and devils of heaven and hell. however, when you go to yunho - the leader of purgatory - to explain this, he reveals he has another job for you, and a very important one at that..

a/n: so this is mainly to hold myself accountable for posting a masterlist in the first place. i know it's been two months but tbh i had next to no motivation; please enjoy anyways;

You need a break from all of this.

For the last two millennia, you had been at the forefront of capturing every feud that has happened between the angels and devils of heaven and hell, and now you’ve decided that you’ve just about had enough of all of it.

You think with such derision, and yet, it was never a terrible job, just a tedious one. Of course, there was something innately thrilling about learning of all the gossip that had cooked up between the two worlds you in purgatory had been sandwiched between, but as an elder now, it’s about time you give it up.

Elder is only a nominative term, for no one upstairs in heaven, hell or purgatory ever aged. A symbol of status above anything else, something to resemble a sort of hierarchy among the people who roamed the amorphous sectors of the world upstairs.

Ever since you had become an apprentice in purgatory, you had been working to take over from the last elder who had retired their position of newspaper columnist. How it worked was very simple: if there was any news of a potential feud brewing between an angel and devil, a dweller of purgatory would be sent down to the mortal world to.. manifest as it were. In that, sporting a glamour fashioned out of the very idea of a journalist. Someone whom a regular person in the mortal world would bypass for fear of being cornered for an interview or caught on their accomplice’s camera.

This had been your job for a while, under the wing of your no-nonsense, lukewarm-blooded boss, Jeong Yunho.

But as you reminisce on your life manifesting as a being most wouldn’t spit on in a house fire, you decide that the time is nigh to tell your boss you wish to retire.

As you descend the sprawling corridors to his understated office, you flick through a heavy-loaded notebook tucked in the crook of your right elbow. Inside are all the details of every past feud you’ve ever reported on, and it brings a flash of the weakest smile to your lips as you remember all the trials and tribulations you went through to get such information. No angel or devil really ever thanked you for it. You suppose it was hard luck on their part.

Once you reach the door to Yunho’s office, you knock three times, muscles taut at the broad but hollow sound that reverberates after each strike.

From the other side of what feels like a concrete door, Yunho’s voice rings loud and clear. “Enter.”

You push open the door with little effort and say nothing as you step into his office. Yunho’s eyes are downturned, far more interested in the paperwork before him than he is in engaging in conversation. That is until he finally looks up and sees you.

“Ah. N. I was hoping you’d stop by.”

“Oh?” you ask, airily. “Nothing bad I hope.” You take a seat on the chair opposite his and place your notebook on the desk. Lighter than most of the volumes Yunho keeps stashed away in his filing cabinets, but still hefty enough to cause a thud when set down.

“No, n- well- depends on how you define that term.”

You cock a brow and fold your arms. “I’m suspicious,” you quip. You enjoy your little back and forths with your boss. Around the eyes of the many members of purgatory you kept it strictly professional, but you’d been under Yunho’s wing enough time for him to excuse a tiny bit of banter in his office.

He scoffs a laugh that doesn’t reach his lungs before bringing out a piece of paper from beneath the wad of many. “I’ve got a job for you,” he announces flippantly. You blink, then chew the insides of your lip. No, for the love of-

Then, Yunho looks you directly in the eyes, expecting your eagerness to take another job.

You reward him with an awkwardly vacant stare.

“N,” he prompts, thinking he needs to coax you back to the room, “got another job.” He waves the paper around then puts it on top of your notebook.

“Ha..” You scratch your forehead, unable to stifle a smile and a hapless chuckle at the sight of a new task. “Y’see, um..” Trapping your tongue between your lips, you attempt to let him down gently.

Yunho clasps his hands together on the desk and frowns, puzzled. He then drops all pretence and states bluntly, “N, I hate to break it to you, but this is important.”

The exit signs disappear until you click your spine back into place and look him dead in the eyes. “There’s a reason I came to see you, actually, Yunho, and it’s um..” He hardens his gaze, a rare sight in your three millennia under his wing. You fall back in your chair and take a deep breath. “Yunho, I’ve come to tell you that I wish to retire.”

Yunho’s eyes widen, his expression changing from sharp to putty in seconds. An even rarer sight. “Wh-What?”

A genuine loss for words. So rare you never sought to bring it out of him.

You stare at one another for a while, not a single glance spared to the paperwork on the desk.

Once Yunho finally finds his resolve, he still has to repeat the word a few times so it sounds remotely real. “R-Retire? Retire? You actually want to.. retire?”

“Retire. Yes,” you say, concretely.

Yunho doesn’t miss a beat. He leans across the desk, his features shifting again, this time to profound regret. All of this is so new to you. You wish cameras worked upstairs.

“N.. I’m so sorry, but, you can’t retire. Not yet. Not right now.”

His voice is low and filled with.. guilt. Honest to God guilt.

“What do you mean?” Your head is spinning with thoughts. You look down at the paperwork Yunho had presented to you earlier and actually study it this time.

You don’t have to study long, though, for Yunho fills in the blanks running rampant in your mind.

“This job.. It’s a big one, the biggest yet, in fact.” You glance up, and he meets your eyes. There’s an emotion in there you can’t quite decipher, but it’s yet another one he’s never openly expressed before now. The lukewarm leader of purgatory had no room for strong emotions. “It’s huge because.. I’m not the one asking after you.”

You straighten up in your seat. Your face stiffens. You manage to blurt out a quiet, “Who?”

“Hell’s overseer. The High Devil. Hongjoong.”

You fall back in your seat after a few seconds. So that’s why Yunho has the perpetual look of fear and dread on his face.

“Well.. shit,” is all you can murmur. Never before has a job come through him. You’ve never even met the man, why would he want your assistance after all this time?

You ask Yunho this very question and he exhales with full dramatic effect. “This feud’s gotten under his skin a fair bit. And in the metrics of hell, a fair bit means his resolve is ash on the floor.”

Folding your arms, you chew on your tongue for a while, thinking of a response to what feels like the ultimate task. The final boss, as a percentage of mortals have been historically known to say.

For some reason you can’t explain, you feel nothing but a dormant sense of exasperation. You had your whole retirement figured out and now there’s a huge, High Devil-shaped wrench in your plans.

You wonder if you’d get away with lying about already having retired. It’s not like you in the slightest but you’ve been doing this for far too long, Yunho would understand, wouldn’t he?

His downturned smile and heavy, fixated stare say otherwise. You frown.

“Guess I got no choice, huh?”

Yunho rolls his eyes and sits back in his own chair. “If I figured you had a choice, I would actually be encouraging you to retire.”

“Gee, I’m so thankful,” you reply with half-hearted sarcasm.

Your boss looks you in the eyes, and it causes you to swallow. He leans back over the table, and it makes the single light fixture above your heads seem dimmer than it was a second ago. “N, I don’t present this news with any kind of joy or malice. I know I may have seemed surprised-” - your brows flick up; seemed is quite the understatement - “but in truth, it doesn’t come as a surprise now that I’ve had some time to think about it. I remember what your mood was like at the end of the last job; I figured if you weren’t going to retire then, you would definitely retire soon.”

It’s true. During your last job, you almost tossed all the information into a word salad. You were that disillusioned from the tedium of it all.

He continues, “But considering this feud is so serious, I told Hongjoong that I would give you the job, but made him promise that he wouldn’t ask after you again, hinting that I thought you might quit for good.”

You shift in your seat at that revelation. The idea that the two of them had a conversation that lasted longer than just a couple of words is astounding to you.

Eyeing the paperwork in front of you, you notice that it’s quite barren for a task sheet. It describes the absolute basics, and the only names on there are yours and Hongjoong’s.

“So, I assume he’s not feuding with himself.”

Yunho senses your confusion. “It’s an angel and devil, no doubt, but he didn’t want to write it down on the sheet.. He actually wants to discuss it with you in person.”

You glance up, eyes wide and completely hollow. “In.. In person?”

“Unprecedented, I know. Typically I wouldn’t go for it, but Hongjoong was adamant that he wanted to discuss this in person, so, there you go.”

No other explanation given. It feels like your brain is bleeding out of your ears. “Is.. Is that it?”

“Yep. That’s it.”

His curt reply is equal parts infuriating and daunting. There are so many questions you want to ask, but you realise you’ll have to leave them all for Hell’s overseer.

One question floats to the front, however. “So, when will I be paying Old Horns a visit?”

Yunho spares you a cursory glance but says nothing on your discreet nickname for Hongjoong, except a warning look that says, don’t let him catch you calling him that. “Tomorrow, mid-afternoon. Make it quick, then make yourself scarce. The devils will be sniffing around wondering what you’re doing.”

“But I don’t even know which devil I’m looking out for! Or angel, for that matter.”

“It’s best if you don’t make a scene of yourself at all. Give the gatewatchers this,” he fashions a card out of thin air and passes it to you, “and tell them you have express permission to visit the High Devil on urgent business.”

You inspect the red card and read the words scribbled on the front.

Issued by the High Devil. Allowance for one visit. No transfers. Terms and exclusions may apply.

“He’s a real catch, ain’t he?” you jest, earning an irreverent scoff from the man opposite. You slip it into your inside jacket pocket then fold the piece of paper. “I’ll make sure I’m not late.”

“Good- oh! By the way, you’ll have company.”

Yunho says this as your part way through standing up, believing the card to be your exit from this meeting. Knees awkwardly bent in place, you process Yunho’s words then slump back down on the seat. “Company?” you utter, disgruntled.

“Company,” he smiles dryly. “I thought it would be a good idea to start training an apprentice in the process of you getting the scoop on this feud, so, you’ll have an ex-spectre joining you.”

Ex-spectre? Odd, you think; spectres are newbies to hell who have been there less than a millennia. Your brows furrow, bewilderment sweeping your features as a million more questions flood your mind.“He’ll be here tomorrow, you can meet him after you’ve spoken with Hongjoong.”

“Right.. Am I not allowed to know this person’s name, since, y’know, I guess I’ve been swept into babysitting now.”

Yunho glares at you. “His name is Choi Jongho. He left Hell after six centuries. I’m sure he’ll explain more once you meet him.”

Ah. That explains a lot.

“I see.. So-”

“Tomorrow, N,” Yunho declares in his usual business-like demeanour. You straighten up; no messing with him when he uses that tone.

With a new, unwitting obligation to carry out another task on your back, you pick up your notebook and bid your boss a short goodbye before leaving his office when he says nothing in return.

Your spine locks against the door as you sit with your life for the next however many weeks.

One thing you know for certain: you are not looking forward to this meeting.

× silverdune (ave). do not repost. ×

[wozziey]

Some Hazbin Hotel redesigns i did for fun!

Changes i made for each character👇

Charlie🐐😈🌈:

1.I got rid of all the red in her design so she can really stand out from the rest of hell (also because in my version/rewrite the hazbin hotel itself is painted in golds and blues so it can match more of heaven's aesthetic since the hotel's goal is to get demons into heaven). 2.I made her a goat demon (even though vivziepop said she isn't a goat the idea was to cute to pass on; also it makes her look way more like a demon than the canon design). 3.I gave her an actual hotel manager uniform insted of the usual "vivziepop tuxedo + bow tie combo" lol.

Alastor🦌📻😈:

1.I gave him a more historically accurate outfit since he died in the 1930's. 2.And i gave him deer and poc features because vivziepop said he is a deer demon and was mixed creole when he was alive (and you can't really see that in the og design). 3.I gave him rib bones on his ouftif to reflect the fact that he's a cannibal (inspired by @lovesart23). 4. I moved his ears down so them and his antlers (that i also changed the shape and size btw), can stop fighting for attention on the top of his head.

Angel Dust🕷️😈:

1. I gave him a more revealing outfit since he works with 18+ stuff. 2. I gave him a "spiderbutt" so he can look more like a spider demon. 3. I gave him a haircut that resembles the ones in the 1940's a bit more (since that's the time period he died); also made his hair pink so you can know when it begins and when it ends; plus the detail that the tips of his hair now look like little spider fangs. 4.And last but not least i made both of his eyes black and both of his teeth/fangs gold (for simplicity's sake).

Vaggie🦋😈:

1.I completely changed her colors to a more neon color palette because surprise in my rewrite/AU she glows in the dark!. 2. I changed her outfit because here she's not the hotel's manager anymore; instead she's the hotel's security guard (and because of that she's now more muscular!). 3. Her hair now resembles more moth wings (because the canon looks more like butterfly wings) also now she has moth antennas so she can really look like well... A MOTH DEMON!!!. 4. Her boots are made of angelic steel that she uses as a weapon. 5. Also in my rewrite/AU she's NOT a fallen angel (that reveal contradicts almost all of her previous lore and seemed like viv just put this plot twist in the show for shock value or because she found the fan theories people were making cool and said "it's canon now lol") but she still has a history with Lute.

Niffty🪳😈:

1.So apparently Nifty was supposed to be an insect/alien demon???. So, I turned her into a cockroach with little alien antennas!. 2.I gave her a more defined maid outfit since that's what she is. 3.I changed her color palette obviously lol.

[lonelywriter10]

REPOST - Sandy Baby

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Is referred to as Sandy)

Blurb- Falling for your best friend is hard, but its harder when you think you'll never have a chance with him

(GIF not mine all credits go to the owner.)

Jake Seresin had been my best friend for years, the witty Texan never failing to leave me smiling. And it had been this way for a long time, it felt comfortable, almost as if this was the way it should always be. 

I had known that I loved Jake Seresin from the summer we turned 15, the days had been hot, our time spent at the beach. I hadn’t remembered a time where we weren’t together during the holidays, we always just did. 

That summer more girls had looked his way, the 15 year old Jake Seresin had filled out quite a bit, his charm and sarcasm had expanded considerably and his gentleman-like behaviour never faltered. I remember the fluttering in my stomach as he held me by the waist as Jake threw me in the water and the sound of his laughter as I tried to pull him down with me, the soft smile Jake gave me when our faces levelled. That was the Jake Seresin I loved.

Still loved. 

I stood at the entrance of the bar, my eyes on his figure, the Military had done him a favour, his muscles more defined, his skin was sun kissed and his hair neatly done up. So the girl on his arm made a lot of sense. 

I felt my heart beat falter slightly, I choked on a breath as I backed towards the door, I caught the eyes of Bradley as they widened in realisation. 

I stepped back out into the cool salty air, my arms heavy from the cake and balloons I held, ready to surprise my best friend for his birthday. I began the walk back to my truck as I thought about what happened and what didn’t happen. I placed everything back in the back seat, looking at it all as a reminder of  a wasted idea. 

I heard heavy footsteps approach me, I turned and looked at Bradley as he offered a small smile. “Hey Brad.” I didn’t trust my voice, I didn't trust myself. 

“Hey doll, come here.” I felt the arms of Bradley wrap around me as I let out the tears I had been holding back. “I know, I know.” His voice cooed softly as he rubbed my back, Bradley knew about my love for Jake, everyone knew except for him. 

I pulled back as I wiped my eyes. “I wouldn’t have come if I had known, I told myself I wasn’t in love with him anymore, heaven knows I tried to convince myself it was true.” My voice cracked with each word. 

I chuckled and fiddled with my keys. “He’s an idiot, he loves you, I know he does.” I shook my head at Bradley’s words. “Brad, he doesn’t, Jake Seresin is not held down, no matter how much his mama asks him when he’s going to settle down, he won't.” I kiss my teeth before pulling on the door handle of my truck. “This was a mistake, this whole thing was a big fuckin mistake” I start the engine and begin reversing when I see a couple run out from behind the truck, the guy running over to my window. I groaned before looking out the window when I was met with the eyes of none other than Jake Seresin.  “Fuck.” I mutter before opening my window. “What the hell Sandy?” I rolled my eyes internally at the use of the nickname now leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

“Happy birthday Cowboy.” Sarcasm dripped off my words as I refused to look at him. I heard Jake scoff before continuing into an extensive lecture, a normal person would’ve listened and cared but the stubborn bull in me wanted to punch him and drive off. “What the hell has gotten into you Sandy? You don’t return my texts or calls, next I hear you’re in Texas? I thought we were friends?!” his tone was pleading, his eyes soft as they met mine. 

I looked and saw his date standing there waiting for him, her words soft as she pulled on his arm gently. “Jakey, it's fine, let's just go.” Jakey

I watched him take one final look at me before walking away, a single tear fell down my cheek as I reversed my truck and sped away. 

Fuck

Jake 

Seresin.

Cowboy 

I ignored the call as I had been for the last two months, since his birthday I had continued to ignore Jake in an effort to ease my broken heart. I barely heard from the dagger squad, except for Bradley who came by to check on me 

“He’s broken without you, he’s not sleeping, not eating.” Bradley’s words came across in a whisper, Jake had become a subject we tried not to discuss, no one quite understood why I didn’t want to talk to Jake. 

Not even Bradley. 

“I don’t know Brad, I’m done falling in love with a man who can’t seem to get his head on the right way.” A knock at the door pulled me away from my thoughts, the sound frantic and urgent. “I gotta go Brad, I'll talk to you later.” The line went dead as I walked over, my hand reaching to grab the doorknob when I heard a voice on the other side. “Sandy please!” The desperate pleas of Jake came from the other side. My heart pounded in my ears as I froze. “Please Sandy open the door.” 

I felt my body stiffen at the sound of his voice, was I ready for this? 

“Please, I'm sorry.” The sounds of his fist on the door had stopped, now it was only the sound of his voice.I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, listening to Jake’s voice. “I can’t Sandy, we were so close but now we barely talk, you don’t pick me up anymore, we don’t spend my Saturdays off cooking, I just miss you like hell Sandy.” I could hear his voice breaking, I placed my hand on the doorknob slowly twisting it. Call it instinct but I don’t know what possessed me to open the door, but I just did. 

I didn’t recognise Jake standing before me, his eyes red, his hair a mess and his clothes clearly not clean. My heart broke at the sight of him before me. 

“Jake..” “That’s not my name sweetheart, you know that’s not my name.” His pleads were desperate, an attempt to fix us, us. 

The barrier was still up, I wanted to trust him, but I didn't want to let Jake break my heart again, not again. 

“Please Sweetheart, don’t shut me out, don't pretend I haven’t known you since we were just lil kids.” I listened to his words, closing my eyes as I felt my chest grow heavy. “I have been an idiot, I was scared to lose you.” 

Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it relief that I felt? I genuinely didn’t know and that was what frustrated me as I looked at Jake. “To lose me? Jake I don’t think I’ve ever been with a person more than I’ve been with you, from being young children who were neighbours to now two strangers.” I struggle to stand still as his gaze pierces through my soul. “I let you break my heart over and over again and for what? For me to cry to my mama about the little blonde boy I grew up with, the one I decided I was going to marry when I was five?” I feel my bottom lip quiver as I continue speaking. “The problem is that you are the only one I would let break my heart continuously because my heart is only yours to break, there is no one else I’d love the way  I love you.” 

I wrap my arms around my body as I look at Jake, finally meeting his eyes. I took a shaky breath as I waited for him to talk, to say something, anything. 

“I didn’t know.” He croaked out. “Sandy please forgive me, please I didn’t know.” 

“Why?Why come back?” My voice was shaky, my cheeks wet from my tears. 

A heavy silence hung between us, his mouth a gape but no words were spoken. 

“You can stand at my door and say you miss me, you need me, it's not the first time.” I took a deep breath to stop the shakiness to my voice. “But I am done Jake, I am done l don’t want to cry anymore, it’s either you love me or you don't.” Jake looked at me, his eyes searching through my own. 

I waited for his response, words failed the both of us as we stood in the entrance to my apartment. 

I saw a few tears fall down Jake’s cheeks before he spoke. “I love you, I love you so much it hurts and I can't be the man you need, you deserve better than me.” His voice cracked with each word he spoke. 

“You could date Bradley, Bob, anyone but me because I am not good enough for you! And I tried, I tried to make it easier for us both, I thought if I dated other women I’d be able to push the feelings away so you could go on but I just couldn’t darlin.” 

I looked at Jake, to me he was still that sun kissed 15 year old, the one I fell helplessly in love with. 

The man before me had come back and left his heart for me. 

Did I want it?

“I can walk away, I’ll leave right now if you tell me to but don’t tell me you don't feel it too, that you don’t feel the attraction between us, to be quite honest darlin, there is no one else I’ll love quite the way I love you.” Jake stepped closer to me, the scent of his cologne filled the air surrounding us.

Us

There was only us in this moment.

“Jake I-”

His lips crashed into mine, Jake grabbed my face in his hands as he continued to kiss me. 

Pulling us closer together as he moves his hands to my waist, holding me in a way I had only imagined in my wildest dreams. 

He broke away first, pressing our foreheads together as we caught our breath. 

“Please darlin, don't make me leave.” 

“Stay then, please stay Jake.” 

“Only for you Sandy.”

[lepoppeta]

For the song asks: Charlestor

charlastor/radiobelle has the benefit of relating to a lot of tropes and aesthetics in media that i already really enjoy and have a lot of content for. that being said, the songs ive chosen for them relate more to the pilot versions of these two characters, where it was speculated that alastor was going to be more of a mysterious, unflappable background mentor figure. ive heard their relationship being compared to that of clarice starling and hannibal lecter from silence of the lambs and hannibal, and i think some of that can vibe definitely be used here.

the first song that ever came to mind for these two (in recent memory) was a dangerous game from the jekyll and hyde musical (sung by anthony warlow and linda eder).

at the touch of your hand, and the sound of your voice, at the moment your eyes meet mine - i am out of my mind, i am out of control, full of feelings i cant define.

its a sin with no name, like a tiger to tame, (and though no-ones to blame) its a crime and a shame, and the angels proclaim its a dangerous game.

im a bit of a sucker for melodramatic gothic musicals, and the vision this song brings to mind is charlie wandering the empty halls of her dilapidated hotel and cautiously dancing with alastor and his army of half-sentient shadows. it relates to charlies pov more than alastors (as in this case he would be singing about her) and how they would have to tread carefully no matter what kind of close relationship they choose to partake in.

next up is me and mr wolf (the real tuesday weld).

you have the thing i love but the fear in me is way too much. if i open wide one of us may get lost inside. me or you, one of us is going to need to die.

my favourite version of this relationship is them being mutually fucked - alastor has never really given much thought to romantic love and hes shocked that hes willing to break so many of his own rules for this silly little slice of heaven in hell; charlie responds well to alastor setting clear boundaries against her sometimes-invasive behavior, and, like any good theatre kid, he "yes-and"s her (instead of vaggies pretty consistent "no"s). however, this song also touches on the fact that charlie is (or should be) at least alastors equal in power, if not far beyond him, and its a warning that neither of them should overstep in either love or anger.

the last one ill leave you with is actually one that was made canon by helluva - its look my way (paranoid DJ, but the alternate version sung by bryce pinkham) and its a bit of an ooc situation from alastors point of view.

unless its me, and no matter what in this world i could give - its not enough to get through the walls youve conjured up to live. is this what you feel? scorned by a world that cannot comprehend what you are, so ill grant you this mercy - this bind on our souls needs to end.

this is taking into account the deal that charlie makes with alastor in the penultimate episode of the first season of hazbin. the idea is that alastor (or at least, the speculative pilot version of alastor) strongly admires charlies perseverance against her own people - the very beings shes trying so hard to save. while charlie is a relatively open book he knows that she probably doesnt let anyone, not even her own girlfriend/best friend, see the emotional toll this project has taken on her (again, this tying in more to the pilot personalities of these characters), and hes upset that her deal with him has only made things worse in that regard. he makes the choice, to his own detriment, to sever the deal without her knowledge, so that if she doesnt keep her end of the bargain it will be of no consequence to her.

[sarosthewizarddude]

!! DISCLAIMER THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AND I DIDNT EDIT IT AT ALL ITS LIKE A MONTH OLD

actually I lied I went back later and changed it because I misspelled Aziraphale's name but other than that

Currently obsessing over the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley KNEW EACH OTHER before Eden

Like the more I think about it the crazier the implications get.

THINK ABOUT IT.

Aziraphale was expecting Crowley to be different. Like possibly unrecognizable. This makes sense, of course it does, because obviously demons are bad, and hell is the opposite of heaven.

If they were friends, Azi likely tried to forget as much as possible. He believed his friend, who he knew and loved, was gone, and when they met again, Crowley would be twisted into something much more sinister, something Azirophale wouldn't even recognize.

But if they didn't talk much, or even that it was just the one scene from the start of S2, they would still recognize each other. The birth of the universe isn't something you forget. CROWLEY isn't something you forget. So even if Azi hadn't thought about it much till then, he'd still recognise Crowley once he saw her.

Like I said, Aziraphale would expect that she would be totally different, something they couldn't recognise.

But they're not. They look nearly the same--the wings and the eyes being the only real difference (excluding stuff like hair because that can change easily)

This is obviously incredibly unsettling for Aziraphale. It seems like a good thing--after all, if they were friends, it means that maybe Aziraphale's friend isn't gone after all. Maybe despite everything Crowley is still the same person.

But this challenges his whole worldview. Crowley is still fundamentally nice, and she's barely changed. What defines a demon then? How can Azi fit this together, this seemingly nice demon, who strikes up casual conversation as easily as back when they were both angels, who seemingly just wants to be friends despite it all, with the idea that Hell is bad and demons are bad and they should be opposites?

[Also my personal interpretation is that they weren't friends, but Crowley is just lonely and *wants* to be friends. They're friendly to Azi in Heaven, and even though everything has changed, they still try to be friendly basically in the same way in Eden.]

[actual-changeling]

I was so confused by the fact that Aziraphale owned buildings. Okay, he doesn’t collect the rent from Maggie and the entire scene gives me the idea that money doesn't mean shit to him, since he's totally focused on the records. But it can be assumed that he had collected the rent before then, since no one has said otherwise. Not to mention that in 1827 he had a lot of money and yet he didn't bat an eye when he saw where Elspeth and Morag lived, because of… the virtues of poverty? Seriously wtf

Aziraphale is an angel, he could very easily allow everyone to live in whatever buildings he owns for free and take care of any expenses with a flick of the wrist—hell pays for Crowley's flat, after all. Heaven could do the same, but Aziraphale does not care enough about anyone who isn't himself to even consider that.

The Edinburgh flashback really showed how fundamentally different Crowley and Aziraphale are when it comes their interactions with humans.

While yes, Crowley also looks rich and owns expensive shit, the only thing he actually owns is the Bentley. He's not a landlord, he doesn't exploit people, he's aware of how oppression and discrimination works, he doesn't shit on poor people, and on and on.

Meanwhile Aziraphale hoards books, treats humans like garbage or puppets, is a fucking LANDLORD of all things, and does exactly nothing to help humanity as a whole; he would have happily watched them perish in the first Armageddon if it hadn't been for Crowley making him care about the apocalypse by playing into his egocentric world views.

To Aziraphale, being 'good' is not defined by acting like a good person & actually being kind but a characteristic inherent to him as an angel. It's why he thinks of himself as superior to Crowley and all the other demons—he thinks he does not have to make an effort because he is an Angel and all Angels are always perfectly good.

It's infuriating and disgusting, but it's exactly what his character is about.