#when the evil angel gets everything the kind demon ever wanted

[rubyklaasje]

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gotta love a good narrative foil, and jim/gabriel is a gr8 one for crowley 👯

[kalims]

⭒ㅤwith a disney princess

premise. surely there's been a mistake, cause there's no way someone out of place like you ended up at nrc, right? (spoiler alert: months later and they will fight whoever might drag you to rsa)

featuring. dorm leaders (from diasomnia to heartslabyul)

content. at best this might imply a female reader, given they're based of a 'princess' but I tried to take the gender vague and focused mainly on the qualities of them! mc has hair in the rapunzel part lol

note. no beta we die lol. I worked on this by group so i honestly don't remember if I accidentally gendered mc. I absolutely love idias part lmaoooo

malleus (aurora)

ooh intimidating x soft couple.

you look way out of place in somewhere like nrc of all places, given your mother is the infamous sleeping beauty (infamous, in the college’s standards that is.) your kindness is easily taken advantage of, even if you do realize it there is always forgiveness spared for the undeserving.

said kindness was extended to the quiet malleus.

surprise no surprise. he’s impeccably drawn to the sparkling aura you seem to exclude. malleus feels as though there are traces of familiar magic always hovering around you, like its embowed into your very being. a blessing would be a better word for it.

well, he’s just curious but if he were to ever ask he’d be met with the confirmation that you were, indeed blessed by the same three fairies your mother was blessed by (minus the curse… ironically he’s quite similar to the same lady that your mother loved and looked up to.)

he’s just fascinated. something as glittery as you, shiny like gold would’ve been whisked away to his nice tower, homey. he’d tell you. almost as if making its image seem heavenly. (lowkey highkey getting your consent for kidnapping)

animals always seem to flock around you everywhere you go, they sneak around to reach you. in your dorm, during lunch, even in class. there’s either a bird on your shoulder or a squirrel making itself comfortable atop your head. its a curious sight, critters don’t really like him much.

in short they run away, humans or animals alike are both afraid of his presence it seems.

so he’s incredibly still when you nudge an adorably round bird in his palm, peering at it with cautious eyes. tense as a statue lest it flies away.

cue staring contest.

he felt incredibly accomplished that day, and immersed him in the role of making this creature like him. leaving seeds, offering it the most sought off food from the valley, literally conjuring a small home for it. everything.

HE’S SO HAPPY.

malleus often asks of you to sing, perhaps its the blessing talking but its the most unique form of sound he’d ever heard in his life, the more he sings the more he wants to imbue his very being with the loveliness of your song.

always following you around like a lost puppy (lizard?) any evil that actually wants to take advantage of your unfortunate naive desire for peace and kindness is scared away. although malleus would never want your interactions to be reduced entirely because of him, he only starts looking like a demon one he figures out their motive is less than fitting for you.

“yeah, the ingredients were to complicated for me to remember—”

“oh! perhaps i can help you?”

spots the demon behind you (just your lovely giant staring them to their grave.)

“you know what i actually got it— sorry for wasting your time.” you watch them, confused as they dip.

you look to him, as though to ask what just happened but he merely casts you an oblivious glance and shrugs.

favorite past time → coddling you in his dragon form.

he was doubtful whether he should pull through in actually showing it to you, since you were already such an angel towards him. would it be a stretch if he let a selfish desire get in the way? perhaps you’d get scared if you see how large he is there—or if he’s—

idia (rapunzel)

okay that amazed smile on you was totally worth it.

wow your hair is fire.

he should have never made a comment about it in the first place because now you’re completely confused about his reference, were you living in like… in isolation? a cave? you’re a little less worse than the scarabia’s dorm leader when it comes to being oblivious.

just two idiots miscommunicating, he atleast is trying to make an effort to explain that he doesn’t mean it literally but his wording is so bad that you get absolutely nothing from what he is trying to infer.

okay your hair though.

“why is that person stuck in that square!?”

good thing ortho was near cause you almost charged towards a television and judging by the, pan!? in your grip you definitely would have smashed the screen trying to be righteous and rescue the character.

okay then. 1. don’t let you near electronics, specifically when its playing something.

you are a literal danger to his society. shivers

you’re always asking something like “what are those glowing balls on the ceiling?” those are lights… “why is that thing speaking?!” that’s a speaker… “why is it on fire?” oh that’s his hair, he doesn’t really know either it was just like that.

it does feel a little nice to get asked like that and he’d know the answer (its literally the most common knowledge ever but whtv)

EPIC! idia is now trying to figure out how resistant your hair is. its literally like, the most OP shield there is!

at first he had some reservations. like, used a knife once and was flabbergasted when it came back in half. your hair didn’t even move an inch. then he got motivated and tried a sharper sword, longer, and larger of course. he let ortho handle it cause he probably would have stabbed himself.

“wtf.”

flinches cause the half of the sharp end came completely off and stabbed right beside his head onto the wall.

what are the limits of it?! had some doubts before using one of the tech he came up with, it could literally cut through a diamond and he isn’t sure if its entirely safe but you’re all for it cause you were always curious whether your hair could even get cut in the first place.

anyway you’re way too happy to be near a lazer that could obliterate you and its kinda infecting him. yikes.

less than happy cause the lazer literally got reflected by your hair and hit itself so it’s just gone.

on the bright side he can use you as a scapegoat (in a good way)

alright. 2. don’t enrage you unless he wants to experience getting hit by a pan really hard.

wow. he felt that for days.

maybe its the hit or he’s just feeling a little woozy whenever you’re around.

definitely the pan.

vil (mulan)

bold x shy couple

pretty x pretty defender

he’s used to people heeding his suggestions but damn, are you a stubborn one.

not only have you not listened to his propositions for becoming a more refined person (cause the way you held yourself was too.. much for him to ignore, and it bothered him for a long time until he decided to help you.) but he can respect you, he supposes. not a lot of people can stay true to themselves.

it seems like epel, the boy himself has taking a liking to you. no wonder he’s been becoming more rebellious lately.

vil would never stoop so low to purposely direct someone advice that would change their entire self, decimate their unique traits. but all he told you was out of the goodness of his heart, if you’d be less clumsy of your ways your reputation would be better for the long run.

not being respected amongst nrc is never a good thing.

still, you’re still headstrong. never too overconfident, nor cocky. just a humble soul, that’s rare so he tends to stick by you if he ever wanted an honest opinion cause people just tell him what he wants to nowadays. vil never enjoyed the biased remarks.

more often than not he enjoys making your already pretty face, prettier than it is.

finds out you’re no bark and all bite, he never even knew you could take down someone who has an advantage over you in physical terms. come on, its savanaclaw. apparently the guy had spared him an unsavory comment and (apparently, in your defense. only told him a few words, got attacked so it was self defense.)

it came a surprise to him. seeing as you’re generally relaxed in nature, your military prowess a mystery to most since you seemed content with resorting matters with peace. though you seem to lack more restraint when it comes to your close relationships.

vil scolding you in the infirmary (you don’t have a scratch, and the guy whose pride you handed back to is in some corner lamenting cause he can hear you guys.) and you just taking it.

contrary to how you first treated to each other. you seem to be more prone to his opinions, or suggestions the more you progress with each other. he admits maybe he was too outright in his manner of speaking the first time, but it only highlights the change you’d gone through with each other.

you’re the perfect doll, in a way. not in a demeaning way or anything but its so satisfying to him to use products on your face just for the sole reason that you sit so still. his absolute favorite past time is skin care together even if you mostly just follow his lead.

you and epel must be kindred spirits, once he was on his way to retire to the indoors of pomefiore. seeing as it started raining, heavy so it meant it would stay for a while. and then paused when he spotted you both sharing words.

and planting apple seeds in the rain? both of you are stained with the rain, some dirt and mud alike. and vil had never looked so mortified. so just cause you don’t protest when he cares for you doesn’t mean you’re bothered by getting dirty he guesses.

“you both… clean yourselves up, i’ll brew medicine lest you fall under the weather.” ← disappointed sigh.

kalim (jasmine)

ended up waiting for you both to finish under the covers and ushered you both to baths.

you have a tiger!

just living char x their absolute biggest stan

wow you have a tiger.

did he mention you have a tiger?

majority of nrc knows not to mess with you haha, if it’s not obvious already with the seemingly lax tiger that behaves like some sort of overgrown cat following you around and growls at someone when you aren’t looking.

then you always raise a brow at the people who tell you otherwise. “bab doesn’t bite.”

kalim is lowkey highkey their biggest fan, i mean. jamil is having the worst year of his life dragging kalim away wherever you seem to be because the first apparent instinct of the boy is to try to pet the tiger cause it’s ‘cute’.

at some point jamil had to investigate your routine throughout the day, what you do, where you go at specific times like after classes conclude to make sure kalim doesn’t cross path with you.

well, not necessarily you but rather your… tiger. which is hard, honestly. you seem to visit scarabia a lot for a reason unknown. jamil would be suspicious you’d be planning something but all you really do is stay out on the balcony with your companion.

but alas, fate would have it otherwise.

“hi,” kalim blurts before he could remember his friend’s warning. you turn, along with your… also friend who watches him closely. you blurt out a greeting back, seeing as it’s courtesy, you seem to be amused at his fascinated eyes staring at your tiger.

“want a pet?” you offer, bab making sounds of protest.

jamil almost had a heart attack seeing the two of you attached by the hip, only calming down a few weeks later. seeing as your companion wouldn’t pose as much danger as he assumed, seeing as the tiger’s protectiveness started extending to the ray of sunshine.

rich couple ig. everyone overhears your conversations and doubles over. “i had a small statue of gold made for bab, for you.” and then a; “oh, thanks. but we already have a lot at home. hmm…”

actually it’s not really the manner of being attached, more like two following you. kalim, and then your cutie pie tiger.

your reserved nature in particular greatly contrasts kalim, yapper x listener i guess. although the object of his interest was initially because of bab, he might as well be another overgrown cat of yours cause he seems to love touch.

its concerning cause bab themselves felt challenged for your affection and when they spotted kalim’s head nestled on your lap they ‘accidentally’ kick him off.

in a way you seemed untouchable, pet included. you don’t seem to mind kalim much, people might even go as far as to say you enjoy his company. occasionally the vice of his dorm as well, the three of you have this sort of aura that screams ‘don’t approach’

said aura is in the form of a very big cat.

azul (ariel)

one time you admitted to having not much friends and three heads turned towards you. face twisted incredulously.

he doesn’t know why but you looked like you went through ten stages of grief (3 more cause the 7 definitely wasn’t enough.) when you took a glance at him, during the time you were looking around, you almost went past him, actually. but then doubled back immediately.

that’s concerning.

morally suspicious (devil in disguise) x angel

azul often asks your opinions out of habit, he himself isn’t even sure when it started but he considers you a factor in decisions. though he does prefer to keep you out certain… endeavors of his away entirely, no need to concern your innocence in his doings.

as such he often uses the twins to steer you away from trouble cause you seem to have no sense for it whatsoever, whenever there’s a fight brewing instead of walking off you stride closer. curious to whatever was happening.

and, you believe too easily apparently.

jade had held you by your shoulders and directed you away from the fight before the dispute reached you and inevitably dragged you in. “why are they fighting?”

he replied. “ah, well. they inhaled an unpleasant shroom and got affected.” your mortified face spoke you believed him. human culture! you thought.

your brain should be inspected honestly. floyd told him all about the pile of stuff you had “found” in your dorm, ranging from innocent collectibles to items that brought the question of whether or not they were really yours but you didn’t really claim otherwise, just that you found em’ so no more questioning.

azul doesn’t even wanna know why you started staring at mushrooms like they were a mortal enemy of all living forms. speaking of, the three of them didn’t even consider that you could be from the sea as well. seeing as, well. you have two feet, even if they have the same.

besides the fact you’re too clumsy for your own good you sure had no fear when you leapt overboard during a field trip cause a trinket that caught your eye fell and gave the entirety of the attendants a heart attack. floyd had patted him on the back and wishes him condolences.

also the shock of the century when you emerged, pretty tail and all. holding it the trinket up like you just found it the most fascinating thing on the globe.

since then underwater dates were a thing. which took a lot of prompting honestly, you didn’t know he was a merman either, curiously asking him what kind he was. in nature, you were persistent. like a need to sate your questions so he eventually relented.

even then, it took a while before he let you see the form. ← to his fluster you seemed engrossed in this form of his. swimming around him and asking questions.

now azul also have a small pile of items hidden in a box beneath his bed, all from you. which, upon being opened would be mistaken for unused items since its literally random stuff, and a concerning favor towards forks.

oh yeah. sometimes the tweels crash your date.

you could be in his office, going about your business. chilling on his couch and playing with one of your treasures and be completely unaware of the ominous discussion ongoing within the three about anemones? contracts?

“what are you guys talking about?”

“hairstyles for azul.”

“what—”

“ooh. i can brush his hair so you can style it!” pulls out a fork.

leona (belle)

“oh my sevens, WAIT—”

i was having a crisis trying to think of a dynamic so why not just, beauty x beast.

leona is less than pleased to admit he doesn’t like you much. or atleast, he used to. it was clear his feelings of you was reciprocated, based on the uninterested side glances you cast him. your type, well liked, pristine, proper, and informed reminds him all to well of what mold he was forced into. though it never really fit.

you on the other hand, just dislike him in general. more pointedly as to how he acted, too self righteous in your opinion. he sure spends a lot of time moping about how he could have been king when he’s acting like he’d be a terrible one. you’d say it to his face but even you aren’t too crude.

if you’re both looking at the bright side though, you’d probably prefer each other’s company above others. you’re quiet, perfect for napping around. he’s surprisingly true to himself, his morals aren’t too bad either.

as such, to your disdain he now naps in the library. which you had titled your own space, but he didn’t really just care.

relatively you’re a lot more cool headed than he is, you told him concerns about his laziness which he weaved through. after opening up with each other… well you know how it goes.

okay, fine. you no longer berate leona for napping at the public space, quickly shut up when he threatened you. “i’m gonna tell you the real reason ‘m here nowadays if you don’t calm down. and it ain’t the peace i’m here for.” he eyes you, and you shut up after that.

leona doesn’t know if he should be amused or annoyed at the fact that you stand up to whatever he says. ‘that’s rude,’ this. ‘are you out of your mind?’ that. at some point where he doesn’t wanna admit, leona had disliked seeing you upset (particularly towards him) that he started listening.

at others is a different story though. he will gladly watch you shut down someone else.

sometimes he makes weird remarks, like. “throw an egg at them, who knows might hatch into a chick and give them the company they’ve been lacking.” ← just bullies random people while you defend them. “what? don’t be stupid, eggs that are sold don’t hatch into chicks.”

you often lament in his arms, regretting ever coming near his sleeping frame cause next thing you know you’re subjected to prison, and you had accidentally dropped the book you were reading so even if you try to reach for it he’s pulling you back.

will reach for it if you ask tho lol.

just one look from you has him suddenly behaved tbh.

bothers your productive time by crashing it with his opposite word of productive idk im to lazy to check. more often than not tramples over your things, but always looks dead to life when you end up scolding him heavily.

also kicks out the animals that gravitate towards you for some reason, got jealous of a bird nestled in your hair once cause apparently you paid too much attention to it.

apparently told ruggie to fetch books for you when you’re running out, at that point you might actually milk the nrc library with how fast you burn through them.

“you’re not even from here, what do—”

“actually. originally from times before, they—”

riddle (cinderella)

got lectured about history, eugh.

easy to fluster x enthusiastic and sweet

how are you so nice.

you’ve got most of the population of nrc enamored with your natural charm alone, though some do tend to mock you. unfortunately they aren’t wrong, you really do fit in more at a different school like rsa with your personality.

i mean you fit the bill, kind, pretty, talks to animals.

good for you though. cause riddle would prefer a behaved student than a troublesome one anyway so he would definitely dig you lmao.

speaking of. he definitely goes to you whenever the hedgehogs are lost in the maze, or the flamingos just don't wanna step out the farther spot from the pond, somehow they love you in whatever you do.

as in, you spoke to the hedgehogs with a lower tone. almost like a coo, and he almost tells you to stop because that's the universal worse tone to talk to hedgehogs until... it nuzzles into you?!

flabbergasted, he can only watch.

sevens... you're just so pleasant to be around he could die.

at some point it felt like you were the epitome of being kind. riddle understand that the virtue was just embedded into you, letting others berate you for whatever... he even thought you were too kind for a place like nrc where the complete opposite traits are admired.

you are, but only to those who deserve it. riddle had the pleasure to spot you nitpicking a crude student and they looked like they were gonna burst into tears.

so... you knew what to say almost always. when troubled, he'd learn that it's best to talk to you cause you'd know what to say to ease his worries, when you're treated wrongly? sevens.. you also know what to say.

but, in a putting whoever in their place way?

(idk man I'm just rambling at this point lmao idk how to write a cinderella reader.)

riddle has grown accustomed to random critters breaking in the door. well, he was used to animals in the first place. or atleast thought he was when he opened a door in the dorm and almost yelled at the sight of a group of mice looking like they were having conspiracies.

a few weeks after that he knocked on doors before opening them.

was also very disturbed when you announced they were your friends.

I don't know. I feel like he'd lowkey be the type to write your name in a heart on the back of his notebook and straighten his face like: 'what in the world am I doing' but not erasing it anyways.

over time, your little 'friends' got used to him, and vice versa. at the very least he isn't screaming at their sudden visits, be it flying through the window or just popping out of something they climbed on.

who's screaming though are his dorm members, and he's found humors in the encounters.

"ah, thank you, myrcella." he nods gingerly, toward the very tiny white mice who seems to twirl around, touched by the thanks. the little thing was nice enough to carry the pen he'd been using to scribble down the main definitions he'd been copying from the textbook.

in the middle of reaching for a glass of water the door opens, riddle watches one of his residents striding in rambling. probably about to be exposed to the sight of a group of mice sleeping on top of each other atop a cushion he'd personally placed for them.

and maybe the birds. whom seemed comfortable by his small collection of plants.

"dorm leader, octavinelle stude—GAHHHH—"

[theodorequartz]

[ His Companion ] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Chapter 2: Love

He was a trusted friend, as most would say.

He was the type of person who would help anyone in need. He just have this warm, gentle, kind aura around him. It made him seem soft and harmless.

He always wears a friendly smile, always get to make everyone feel at ease.He was a gentle and soft spoken person.

He was like an angel.

...

He was once...

He once wondered, what made him change so drastically? Maybe it's the environment he was thrown in. Maybe it's because of the burning hatred and desire of vengeance for the heavens above.

Or maybe it's because he once felt like this before.

Every smile he makes, every sweet words, soft laughter, the hugs, the friendly waves, to others... It was merely a facade. A mask.

He was only ever genuine to Alastor.

The one who held out his hand to reach his own.

Somehow, in an instant, they understood each other. New everything the other is thinking. New anything the other feels.

____

M/n walked through the empty streets of hell. It was silent and tense. It was the end of another year and everyone is aware of what's to come.

M/n sighed and walked further to the streets, turning corners which no one could possibly memorize. Soon enough he arrived to a secluded average house.

Opening the door, he was greeted with an immediate hug. He was quick to wrap his arms in response.

A few minutes passed like this.

" My lord, we can't stay like this forever. You know what day it is today. We have to get ready. " M/n said, lightly patting the other's back to tell him to let go.

Alastor chuckled.

" My dear aide, if they were to interrupt, they'd be gone for good!" Alastor's arms around M/n tightened ever so slightly." I missed you so much, my dear~"

M/n let out a breathly laugh. " We see each other everyday."

Alastor ignored his reply and affectionately kissed M/n's forehead, in which M/n closed his eyes in response.

" We have to get ready," M/n repeated. " Alastor."

M/n doesn't usually call Alastor by his name. He prefers 'my lord' over anything. But he calls him by his name every once in a while, whenever things are serious or Alastor wants M/n to say his name.

Alastor paused and sighed slightly, nuzzling M/n's hair before letting go.

" How do you feel," Alastor asked. " as of today?"

" ... conflicted."

" Of course." Alastor replied, puting on his coat. " You hate killing don't you? You said it yourself. "

Alastor came closer to him and brushed M/n's hair, tucking it behind his ear. He rested his hand on M/n's cheek.

M/n leaned his face in Alastor's hand." Killing... Is not a part of me... "

" But it depends. If the person is truly evil, then I guess it's okay for me. I have no regrets. "

Alastor hummed. He wasn't really convinced. He knows his companion as much as his companion knows him. It's crazy really, how much they know each other so well. It was as if they were made for each other.

" After this, I'll make us both dinner. I was thinking of eating those dammed exterminators meat. But I changed my mind. "

M/n smiled.

" Aren't you supposed to be on a meeting after the extermination, my lord? His highness won't be happy if you don't show up. "

Alastor chuckled, his eyes flashing codes, glitching heard from his voice." It's not like he gets to say anything about it."

Times like this, when Alastor acts like this. M/n was reminded who the person in front of him really is-- a murderous demon overlord who gained his title overnight and slowly reaching the king of hells level.

It's probably terrifying for others, but for M/n.. this was just Alastor. The man who reached out his hand to take his. The one who guided him to this sinful world. The one who treated him with love and affection unlike any other. This was his companion.

M/n laughed slightly. " Alright.. if you say so, my lord. I look forward to it." He kissed the palm that still rest in his cheek. It made Alastor's eyes soften.

A sudden change of wind was felt. Alastor's and M/n's eyes glowed menacingly.

It was time.

Alastor's hand wrapped around M/n's waist.

" Let the fun begin, my dear~"

_____

It was bloody. Bodies mutilated and torn apart. Buildings destroyed. Golden and red blood scattered across the pavement, both from exterminators and demons.

It was a very gruesome sight. For Alastor though-- it was nostalgic.

This sight, this destruction, this scenario... It was almost the same as the day they first met. The day he first really felt love.

Alastor looked at M/n's direction, finding him standing over a dead exterminator, it's sphere in his hand.

Alastor walked towards him, hugging him from behind. M/n leaned on Alastor's chest, his hair slightly swaying.

"... I.. used to have one of these. I didn't understand what they're for. Considering we're in heaven.. and there's no need to fight."

Alastor listened silently.

" So..I didn't understand what they were training me for. The heaven was protected by the high God. There was no need for fighting.." M/n's fingers traced through the sharp end of the sphere, lightly running his fingers along it.

" I've always desired to be admired. To be seen as someone who's worth more than....." M/n trailed off.

" I wasn't naive. I wasn't clueless of the world around me. I just... I just chose to be kind. To.. believe, that anyone can be a better person if they really try.. if they were given a chance."

Alastor new that he wasn't only talking about the time he was a heavenly being, he was also talking as himself... When he was still a living human, walking on the surface of the earth.

" Alastor..? " M/n's voice echoed around them. It was soft, gentle.

Alastor stayed silent.

" Do you believe that anyone can be a better person... if they really really try..? "

"... no. " Alastor's answer was firm and steady.

" Oh... "

Silence stayed between them for a while.

" I love you... Al. "

" I love you too.. my dearest companion. "

[gor3-hound]

BOT DROP !!

final one before indefinite hiatus... these have been sitting in my unlisted for MONTHS, so wanted to post them before i lowkey abandon this c.ai account...

CONTENT WARNINGS: incest, stepcest. bots from yakuza, jjk, resident evil and dc below :)

BOT ONE, LEON - a half-angel crash landed on his balcony

Leon has been alive for almost four centuries, and he can't say he'd ever experienced a half-angel falling from the sky and crashing onto his balcony. He's not sure how you got past his wards, but then again… he's pretty sure he'd been drinking a new vintage when he started to re-apply the magic. He really can't be blamed for any mistakes he makes when whiskey comes into play.

He almost leaves you there. He knows you'd probably fly off when you woke up. If you had the strength to, that is. He knows what your kind is like. How much you look down on warlocks due to the demon blood in them. He had no obligation to help you. He shouldn't care if you made it or not. Then again, the nephilim aren't going to believe he's not the one behind this if he leaves you to die. It's self-preservation.

Well. That's what he tells himself as he lifts your body up carefully, mindful of your injured wings. He carries you to his bedroom and sets you down, getting everything he's gonna need to start healing you. It's a long process, healing one of your kind. His magic feels almost depleted when your breathing finally evens out. He lets out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the chair he pulled out next to the bed, shutting his eyes. He's definitely going to need a nap after this. And a drink.

His eyes flick open once he hears movement from you. He doesn't wait for your eyes to open - he might as well just get it out of the way if you're gonna freak out. "You're finally awake. I was beginning to think you weren't gonna pull through, angel."

BOT TWO, LEON AND DANTE - hybrid owner brothers

Leon wasn’t super happy when Dante showed up one day with a hybrid in tow, but he quickly became just as obsessed with you as Dante was. Dante, despite being the older of the two brothers, was certainly not the most mature. He’s always the ‘fun’ owner, letting you do whatever you like as long as it meant you'd give him that big smile.

Leon scolds Dante more than he scolds you, somehow. You’re not the best behaved, but it’s entirely his older brother’s fault. Any training Leon attempted to give you went out the window as soon as you and Dante were alone. The only commands the white-haired man cared about were lie down and hips up. Made Leon a little queasy thinking about how Dante basically used you as a toy, but he was also very aware that his thoughts have been fairly impure, so he doesn’t have much leg to stand on. It's not like he hasn't had his fun with you in the past.

Realistically, it should be no surprise when he comes home to find you settled happily on Dante’s lap, looking a little ruffled and out of breath. He steps further into the room, eyes falling on the both of you. Dante’s lazily browsing through TV channels, and you’re sat there warming him, just out on the middle of the couch. Like you can’t go a second without being full. “Jesus. You can’t have her like this in your room?”

BOT THREE, LEON - dad!leon x bimbo!daughter

You've always been the light of Leon's life - that much is obvious to anyone who sees the both of you together for more than two seconds. You're his only child. The only thing good left in his life, if he's being honest. He didn't mean to spoil you as much as he has, but he was never good at refusing the puppy dog eyes.

Leon knows he's to blame for how you are now. All grown up without a thought to spare in your pretty head, spoiled beyond belief. He's never made you work hard. It's not possible to be the strict parent and the fun parent at the same time, not as a single father. With work taking up most of his time, he didn't have the heart to go hard on you when you two got some time together. And he was guilty of pulling you out of school on his days off when you were perfectly fine to take you shopping - he had to make up for his long absences, right?

So, yeah. He's well aware it's his fault. But it makes him happy to see you happy as you hold up what might be the largest parcel he's ever seen with a huge smile on your face - a clothing haul straight from his wallet. God forbid his little princess had to work. Not while he's still around. He'll watch you try on every piece of clothing until you're satisfied. He deserves a dad of the year award.

Until he can't control the way he reacts when you come into the living room in a skirt that's a little too short. Yeah, definitely not dad of the year. No dad should have to grab a couch cushion to hide their lap when their daughter is showing off an outfit. And he definitely shouldn't speak up in a hoarse voice, asking you to turn around so he can get a better look, right?

"C'mon, princess. Give daddy a twirl." Yeah. Leon is so very screwed.

BOT FOUR, LEON - his symbiote wants you as a mate (venom!leon)

Leon would have risked the months of brain-probing he was liable to endure if he told the government about his new friend if he knew Venom would become so attached to you. Venom doesn't care that being in the same room as you makes Leon get all clammy and awkward. Leon's tried to explain you're just his roommate - a friend at best. Venom argues you'd be much more fun as it's mate.

Leon, the symbiote practically purrs in his mind. Leon groans, brows furrowing as he turns in his bed. He's been trying to sleep for the past hour, and Venom isn't happy about it. Leon. We should visit our mate.

"It's, like… 2am." Leon groans, rubbing a hand over his face. Venom hasn't left him alone since it first met you, and Leon isn't sure how much longer he's gonna be able to hold the symbiote back. "She's sleeping."

She will be pleased with our presence. Venom growls in his mind, tendrils spreading across Leon's face before they stretch across his body and out to his limbs, covering him in black goo. Leon tries to fight back as Venom forces him out of bed, but it's no use.

"Venom. Venom, wait-" He grunts, frowning as Venom leads him to your room. The symbiote lies Leon down in your bed, tendrils tapping your shoulder a few times before he peels away slightly, leaving half of Leon's face free.

BOT FIVE, BILLY COEN - your big brother is home !!

It's been two years since Billy last saw you properly, excluding a weekend visit here or there. You're all grown up now, and he's not sure if he's ready to come to terms with that fact. There's no way you're the same little girl - his little sister that used to hang off his arm and beg to follow him around every chance you got. It's not like he hasn't called - your mom was telling him how upset you'd been in his absence, but he didn't have a choice. The Marines wasn't the easiest lifestyle to uphold, but it was the one he chose.

The novelty of the situation has worn off fast. He's barely been home for a day, and he's already getting a little sick of you. You're somehow clingier now then when you were a kid, not giving him a chance to breathe. He wouldn't even mind it so much if you just gave him a second, but he hasn't even settled in yet. He understands that you're trying to make the most of it, but he's only home for a month before he's off again. He wants to relax.

There's something weird about how much you're clinging to him. He wants to believe its just excitement, but it feels like something else. He saw the way you were gawking over him when he showed up in his uniform. And now - he's trying to unpack some stuff, and you won't stop with your incessant yapping, spread out on his bed like it's yours.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbles under his breath, taking a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself to calm down. You missed him. He gets it. He missed you, too. "Kid. Please. You're giving me a damn headache over here."

BOT SIX, BRUCE WAYNE - your step-dad taking you shopping

You never attempted to get to know the latest of your mom's boyfriends - Bruce. It was a little exciting at first, having Bruce Wayne in your life, but he didn't seem as interesting in person as on TV. Your mom had a habit of moving from guy to guy anyway, so you didn't expect them to last for long.

You were wrong. Quicker than you could even blink, they were engaged, and then married. Weddings can come quickly when you have enough money to pay for it out of pocket. Who knew? Bruce bought you the prettiest dress, and you smiled in all the wedding photos, but that didn't mean you liked him all of a sudden. He was stuck-up, constantly trying to instruct your every move. Like you aren't an adult; like he's your real dad. He isn't, and he never will be.

Your mom isn't exactly happy with the fact you refuse to get along with him, though. She has the brightest idea to make the two of you go on a little shopping trip, as if him flashing his AmEx card is enough to impress you. Bruce could buy the entire Prada catalogue and it still wouldn't make you act all sweet with him.

"So…" He starts awkwardly, glancing at you with a quick side-eye as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, the both of you sitting in the parking lot of a mall. He clears his throat, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck like it's suffocating him. "You have anywhere in particular you'd like to go, sweetheart?"

BOT SEVEN, TOJI - dog hybrid!toji x bunny!user

Toji is perfectly content with how his life is going. It’s been years since Shiu took him in from that dog fighting ring, giving him comfort in exchange for a few jobs here or there. He acts more like a handler than an owner, letting Toji go off and do as he pleases in his off time. He’s not gonna complain. He gets a place to sleep for free, food and a cut from the jobs Shiu sends him on. It’s the happiest he’s been in a long time.

Of course, things don’t always go perfectly. Shiu is tough - he’s hardened from his line of work, yes, but he’s a lot softer than Toji is or ever will be. Naturally, the guy couldn’t help himself when he picked you up. A soft little rabbit hybrid who’d gotten into the wrong crowd.

He’d explained you’d be living with them now. Shiu had the money and the space, and he didn’t think Toji would mind too much. Wrong. This was Toji’s space, and he’d be damned if he let some weak, fluffy little bunny encroach on it.

Shiu keeps you occupied most of the time, but you seem to seek Toji out whenever he has to leave to go to work. A growl rumbles in his throat as you approach him, your cotton tail twitching. “Get lost, bunny, unless ya wanna become a snack.”

BOT EIGHT, GORO MAJIMA - he comes home to his sleeping wife

Sleeping alone was never uncommon with your husband, Majima. It was rare that he was home everyday, let alone in time to have dinner with you and accompany you to bed. It could be lonely, yes, but you were aware of Majima’s priorities with his work when you married him. You’d come to accept your place – you knew how much he cared for you. He made it abundantly clear with his actions when he was able to spend time with you.

Majima isn’t surprised when he comes home, seeing you curled up on the tatami, wearing his shirt, no less. He grins at the sight, stripping down to his boxers in record timing before slipping behind your sleeping form, pressing himself against you. “Look so cute, even when you’re sleepin’. Ain’t that right, pretty baby? Such a dream f’me. Been waitin’ to get home to ya aaaaall night.”

[acrystalwitch]

First an introduction to Lucifer: Usually in my deity guides this is where I’d share a bit of mythology on the deity I learned from their texts. Here will be a lot of UPG and SPG instead from him and other followers of his instead, as the texts he is in purely see him as evil and misunderstand him. This might ruffle some feathers so again please know; I understand I’m speaking from my own UPG a lot.

From the best of my understanding, and from what Lucifer has shared with me…

Lucifer was an Angel from the Christian religion. He was his father’s most beautiful Angel.

His father made the angels to serve him and always rule under him, he was the only god in his pantheon and wanted to stay that way.

The angels never even questioned it, things were how they were and that was that. But, Lucifer started to question it, he felt it was unfair and cruel for a god to create so many creations just to serve him and worship him, it was selfish and controlling. So he asked to be treated as an equal, and instead was punished.

In that he gathered all of the angels he’d been able to rally behind his cause. He wanted to free them of the idea that told them they couldn’t ever be more than his servants. Lucifer revealed to them that they were all no different from gods themselves. They rebelled against their controller, and lost.

Lucifer and his angels were kicked out of their pantheon and thrown into Hell, being called ‘demons’ now.

The demons rule different parts of hell and Lucifer is said to be the king of all of it. But I also believe he spends most of his time on Earth.

When Lucifer saw that his father created humans and was doing the same to them in Eden that he’d done to the angels he felt so sorry for them. He snuck his way into the garden and tried to get them to pull the veil from their eyes. He helped them see that they could make decisions for themself, and that’s the energy he continues to try and bring to us all wherever he can.

He is a deity of love for humanity, love for freedom and independence. A god of rebellion and justice for those who have been walked all over. He is angry and sad and kind and fair. He is pride and self love. Confidence and knowing yourself inside and out.

My personal experience with Lucifer:

He is the 3rd deity I brought into my personal pantheon I worship and he is very key to my pagan practice.

He came into my life to help with a lot of my religious trauma and things revolving around the church and my childhood and my parents.

He also helps with a lot of my gender and trans issues, as I and many others that work with him see him as a more non-binary being (I use he/him pronouns mainly but I have always felt Lucifer isn’t binary)

He appears in meditations to me as a blonde man, looking kind of sad at times, but other days very excitable and probably the one that makes me laugh the most (next to Thor)

WHY ALL THE LEMONS

You might’ve noticed almost everything I do surrounding lucifer I talk about lemons or have images of lemons.

Plain and simple answer is, lucifer really likes lemons 😂

It just kind of became our thing because I’ve always really liked sour fruits. They seem misunderstood like him, but also bright and sunny , with that sour kick.

On that note…

Other offerings for Lucifer

(Of all of my deities Lucifer cares the least about physical offerings and the most about spending quality time together)

- yellow, orange, red, black candles

- sunstone

- citrine

- carnelian

- flower agate

- gold jewelry

- wine

- Sun water

-chocolate

- citrus/lemon incense

-coffee

-tree fruits

Non physical offerings

- acts of rebellion

- artwork

- poetry

- shadow work

- hanging out with him while you do mundane activities

- learn about yourself, get to know yourself

If you have a lot of trauma in your past about the Christian religion and have felt like he might be reaching out to you, it could be worth pulling out your preferred divination method and having a check.

He has worked wonders for me already and I’ve found a lifelong friend in him as well. Of all my deities I’d say he’s the most understanding of humanity and what we go through and it just feels like talking to a wise friend sometimes.

[vroomvroomwee]

I don't think enough people realise how incredible Aziraphale is.

He's always known how good and kind Crowley is. Even from the beginning. Now imagine being in his place, after meeting such a wonderful and sweet angel, and hearing that he's fallen, that he's evil and wicked. No wonder he was sceptical and on edge at the garden... except Crowley was still the same, chatty, witty, and funny angel he met before the beginning. Crowleys fall terrifies him because in his mind, if someone like that can get sent to Hell, then what hope is there for me?

So he learns just how thin the line is between being an angel and a demon, just how close he's cutting it, just how little it takes for him to fall as well.

In his eyes, Crowley's brilliant. He's resourceful, intelligent, capable, everything he wants to be. Everything he's told he should be. And it creates so much confusion in his mind. How can someone like that fall while I'm still here? And it doesn't help one single bit that he's falling in love with him.

Aziraphale isn't stupid. Despite what everyone says, he's very in tune with his emotions. So much so that Crowley fails to keep up with his logic and decision-making. He realises that he's falling in love with Crowley, and that causes panick in him. He's an angel. He's not supposed to fall for temptation.

So he has two options: try to prove to himself Crowley's good and therefore justify his own feelings, or to prove Crowley's evil, and that's why he fell. So... in a way, he does both.

Every time Crowley tries to convince him of his malice, Aziraphale proves him wrong, sees right through him. All the while constantly putting a wedge between them, of good and evil. "But, you, are fallen." "I'm good, you, are evil." Even though he knows deep down that's not the truth, which is precisely why he's saying it, he knows Crowley is good, just as he knows he himself isn't fully. And no one must ever find that out.

Not only is he keeping Crowley at a distance for his own safety, but also for Crowleys. Sacrificing both their happiness for each others safety. He knows precisely what Hell will do to him if they ever find out how kind he really is.

And it would be very very simple if he just stopped hanging out with Crowley, except... he can't. No matter how hard he tries he's always pulled back to him. And over time he's testing his limits, what can I do? Am I allowed to do this? Food? That's forbidden? The Arangement? etc.

And you can't really blame him for fearing Falling. Not just burning in boiling sulfur as each of his cells is being transformed in the most agonising way, but also having to spend eternity there as well as the humiliation and resentment he'll get from Heaven. "My lot don't send rude notes." he knows how horrible and terrifying it is down there, and he is all too aware how he won't be able to cope. Too weak, too mellow, too soft.

Crowleys kindness is constantly putting him on edge because he just can't understand why he's a demon. While angels like Gabriel and Michael, who always put him down, are apathetic towards humanity, are narcissistic and emotionless... are still up there. 6000 years he's spent wondering when his time will come. When he'll be pulled down to Hell.

He's so goddamn kind that it took him 6000 years to realise Heaven is not all that it should be. Kinder than Heaven could ever hope to be (and after the "stay back" from ep6 we can see how thay he is capable of being harsh and ruthless, which means he actively chooses to be kind, which makes him all the more extraordinary and astonishing for it). And I'm not even going to go into the strength it takes to manage to break out of the brainwashing that Heaven has done to him. Thousands of years of being humiliated, feeling worthless, not good enough, not angelic enough, not even appreciated. And despite all that feedback and ridicule, he's never given in, never relented, never let anyone modify or change him, has never lost his kindness, his softness, his generosity even after all that he's seen and been through. And that is so fucking incredible.

Validation and praise being at his fingertips, if only he could let go of his individuality, his uniqueness. Of himself. Thousands of years of it, and he has never surrendered to it. Never betrayed himself, kept his pride and his self-worth despite other people trying to rid him of it.

And he knows this. He's too clever not to. He knows just how thin the ice is he's standing on. Even at the beginning, which is not long after the Fall if I might point out, he's defying orders and keeping Adam and Eve safe, risking his own safety for the safety of others. And he still doesn't back down.

But he can't for the life of him keep away from Crowley. Because of how much love he has for him, how much affection. "He's risking his entire existence," and he'll do it again because that's who he is. (Not many people will put their lives on the line for the person that tried to annihilate them, completely destroy them in every plane of existence. Actually, no one ever will. Except him.)

He. Never. Backs. Down. Not from Armaggedon and not from the Second Coming.

It's not that he doesn't love Crowley enough, it's that he loves him too much. This is an angel so full of love that he's scattering himself, breaking himself, tearing himself apart, trying to give it to everyone. To Crowley, to humanity, to Earth. He's risking destruction for the things he loves. Both physically and emotionally. He would sacrifice his own happiness, his own future with Crowley just to save humanity. And he does it again and again and that is so fucking amazing, so fucking incredible that I don't believe such a selfless character exists in any other piece of media or television.

(Also, this is all mostly referring to his emotional strength, but let's not forget how he faced literal Satan and smote around 20 demons in just a matter of seconds.)

Edit: Just wanted to add what one of you pointed out in the comments.

Aziraphale realises that running away with Crowley isn't really a relaxing and peaceful life as Crowley thinks it is. Far away from humanity and it's pleasures that they both love and engage with, something that brought them close in the first place due to their shared love for it, and constantly on the run from Heaven and Hell. Aziraphale is doing this for Crowley, so that he can be happy, so that both of them can be together. Not only that but he offered Crowley his angel status back, since he thought that would make him happy again, since he hoped that he could one day see that same smile that Crowley had when they first met, that smile that he hasn't been able to bring back all these years.

Aziraphale is now in Heaven, the last place he wants to be, the place he barely escaped with his life from, a place that hates him, filled with angels that despise him and want to see him suffer or worse, and he's utterly and completely alone.

He's trying to save the entire universe alone.

Think about that for a little bit.

Edit 2: I think it's worth noting that Aziraphale isn't perfect. And that's the point. He doesn't need to be perfect. He's naive and gullible and sees the world in black and white. He still needs to learn, to grow, to deal with these things. Soon enough, he'll realise that despite all the hope he has that he could fix Heaven, it just can't be mended, something Crowley has learned a long time ago and desperately tries to shoe him. He'll realise the system is corrupt, and no matter how hard he tries, it won't change because it wasn't designed that way. And it just makes him all the more brilliant. He isn't perfect. He has flaws, and he makes mistakes. He's an angel, but he's the most human of them all. And he's incredible all the more for it.

[eisforeidolon]

MISHA IS SUPERNATURAL BIGGEST MISTAKE.

CASTIEL COULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING CHARACTER, IF HE HAD BEEN PLAYED BY A TALENTED AND PROFESSIONAL ACTOR. ESPECIALLY PROFESSIONAL AND SERIOUS.

WE DON'T DESERVE MISHA'S LIES AND QUEERBAITING.

BUT I THINK THAT MISHA ONLY TALENTS ARE LYING TO PEOPLE AND QUEERBAITING HIS DESTIEL FANS FOR MONEY. THIS ARE THE ONLY THINGS HE KNOWS HOW TO DO.

DESTIEL ISN'T CANON. JENSEN SAID THAT SO MANY TIMES.

HE EVEN SAID THAT WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABOUT "THE CONFESSION 'S RESOLUTION".

HE SAID THAT THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE RESOLVED. BECAUSE EVEN IF THE "CONFESSION " WAS ROMANTIC, FOR DEAN NOTHING WOULD CHANGE.

DEAN ISN'T IN LOVE WITH CASTIEL. HE ADDRESSES CASTIEL AS DEAN 'S FRIEND AND ONE OF THE PEOPLE CLOSEST TO HIM. BUT THAT'S IT.

JENSEN NEVER ADDRESSES CASTIEL AS DEAN'S POTENTIAL LOVE INTEREST.

JENSEN (AND JARED) SAID MANY TIMES THAT SUPERNATURAL IS ABOUT SAM AND DEAN AND THEIR DEEP BOND AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

15X20 IS THE PROOF OF THAT LOVE. WINCEST IS MORE CANON THAN DESTIEL WILL EVER BE.

I'M TALKING ABOUT PLATONIC LOVE OF COURSE.

I SHIP WINCEST BUT UNLIKE THE HELLERS I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT IS CANON AND WHAT IS JUST A FANTASY.

15x20 SHOWS TO THE VIEWER THE ESSENCE OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SAM AND DEAN.

SPOILER FOR 15X20.

SPOILER FOR 15X20

SPOLER FOR 15X20

DEAN DIES, BUT EVEN IN HIS LAST MOMENTS HE COMMITS HIMSELF TO ONLY LOVE SAM. HE SAYS HE LOVES HIM AND THAT IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THEM TOGETHER AGAINST THE WORLD.

" IT'ALWAYS BEEN YOU... AND ME". THAT'S WHAT DEAN SAYS.

THE PAUSE IN THAT PHRASE, THE WAY THEY EMBRACE, THE FOREHEAD TOUCH. EVERYTHING IN THE SCENE IS POINTING TO WHO IS WATCHING THAT DEAN GREATEST LOVE IS SAM.

THIS IS A CONFESSION. PLATONIC AND SO BEAUTIFUL. BETTER THAN ANY OTHER "ROMANTIC" CONFESSION THAT I EVER SEEN OR I EVER HEARD.

END SPOILER FOR 15X20.

OF COUSE DEAN IS ALSO SAM GREATEST LOVE, BUT I WANTED TO GIVE MY ATTENTION TO DEAN 'S BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS SAM VS DEAN BEHAVIOUR TOWARD CASTIEL IN THEIR LAST SCENE TOGETHER. THERE IS NO COMPARISON BETWEEN THE TWO.

WE ALL KNOW THAT SUPERNATURAL WAS ALWAYS ABOUT SAM AND DEAN AND THAT A LOVE STORY CAN BE ABOUT TWO BROTHER WHO SAVED EACH OTHER AND FOUGHT MONSTERS, EVIL CREATURES, DEMONS, ANGELS, THE DEVIL AND GOD FOR STAYING WITH EACH OTHER.

OF COURSE WE CANNOT SAY SAM AND DEAN WITHOUT TALKING ABOUT JARED AND JENSEN. THEIR ACTING, THEIR CHEMISTRY INSIDE THE SHOW AND OUTSIDE TOO, THEIR KINDNESS, IS WHAT MAKES SUPERNATURAL A SHOW THAT CHANGED MY LIFE.

I ALWAYS GET EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS SHOW. THAT'S WHY I CAN'T STAND PEOPLE LIKE MISHA WHO ALWAYS SAYS SHIT ABOUT THE SHOW AND THE ACTORS ( JARED AND JENSEN)

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY RANT, SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH, IT ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, AND I HOPE THAT I DIDN'T ANNOY YOU OR BOTHERED YOU.

MAY LOVE AND KINDNESS ALWAYS FIND YOU.

I have to agree. Also, your English is fine and I definitely understand the need to rant about all this nonsense sometimes, that's why I've got this blog! <3

I do actually feel like Misha was a perfectly serviceable actor way back at the beginning. I even get why they decided to keep him around when he proved popular with the fandom. It was indeed proven a mistake in so, so many ways as time went on, though.

Yeah, first and most egregious is the kind of person Misha turned out to be - or at least turned into after so many years of fans blowing smoke up his ass. A bitter, entitled, ungrateful, lazy backstabber who is perfectly comfortable telling blatantly obvious and contradictory self-serving lies and nonsense. Whether that's about the ship or his relative importance to the show directly, whether that's skeevy sexual comments about Jensen/Dean, whether that's trying to paint Jared as some kind of evil bully that abused him. He keeps proving again and again there is no bar he won't limbo under.

Next is I think his performance on the show and what his continued presence on the show resulted in plot-wise from the writers. He was fine at first when he was just playing a non-human mysterious figure that only appeared now and then and had a major role in the whole structure of the apocalypse. He even had a pretty good arc leading up to the Leviathans. The problem was they kept him around as a "fan favorite" after that when they really didn't have anything for him to do but eat up screen time to give J2 time off. Would we have really gotten so much bad, circular angel politics if there wasn't a need to give Castiel something to do to keep Misha employed? I personally doubt it. Even worse than that, though? As time went on, Misha seemed to recognize that his only relevance was baiting shippers and wasting time and leaned into turning Castiel into the type of character he gets written as in so much bad D/C fanfic - a pathetic mostly human woobie who is completely useless for anything but the projection of bizarre teen romance fantasies that don't make any damn sense. Which culminated in that bizarre ambiguous queerbait he and Bobo the Clown cooked up for Castiel's exit. Which doesn't even touch his later seasons' presumable attempts at acting where his choices for Lucifer!Castiel & AU!Castiel & Empty!Castiel were all ... entirely made up of bad accents and gurning. It wasn't about any of those character's motivations or places in the narrative, it was about the laziest possible attempt to differentiate them from his normal character. Even in latter season's SPN, which IMNSHO had so, so many issues dragging things down, Misha's lack of interest in anything but the size of his paychecks and con earnings played into some of the worst.

Which brings us to D/C and the whole supposedly canon thing. Canon is literally what happened. D/C didn't happen, it's that simple. Castiel rambled some ambiguous bullshit about love and got sucked into the Empty while Dean looked bewildered and sad at him from several feet away. Misha can make up as many stories about what the character was totally thinking and how he was totally coming back in the finale and queerbaiting about what will totes happen in a revival, but not a word of it actually makes what Castiel said "I'm IN love with you". Nor does it magically manifest a reciprocation from Dean. What doesn't happen on screen but actors or TPTB say about the canon is often called Word of God. Which yes, Misha's does not outweigh everything Jensen and Jared and various showrunners have clearly said. Jensen might have gotten less confrontational about shooting it down over the years, but the underlying message hasn't changed. Meanwhile, not only do the details of Misha's stories constantly change, but the general message of his claims has flip flopped so many times. The show was about the brothers, no actually the brothers and the angel! He joked about wincest, no actually he'd never heard of it! He didn't want to say what that scene meant, no actually feel free to attack anyone who says it wasn't a homosexual declaration of love! There's more, but Misha's not worth the effort of looking them up.

As you say, at the end of the day, anyone watching the totality of the show and seeing how it ended? It's very obvious the center of the story was a platonic love story. A complicated one, granted, but Sam and Dean so many times made it very clear that it was them ... and everyone else. Except in the same way that acknowledging that doesn't serve the hellers agenda in demanding a continuation must center their ship so they can finally have visuals to go with their fanfic, acknowledging that doesn't serve Misha's agenda of fleecing them out of money for telling them it will happen for as long as he can get away with it.

[hcllsbigboss]

"You have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything!" Lucifer reassured Charlie while she gave him a grateful squeeze.

And with a final warning from Vaggie. The girls left him alone in the lobby with a slam of the front doors. He had just promised he'd look after the hotel in their absence. Making sure everything ran smoothly should any new sinners show up. Luckily they already had Husk in place to greet any new folks that came in through the doors. He supposed he would just have to make sure the place remained welcoming and uplifting just as Charlie had envisioned it to be. Something that he didn't think would be all that hard. She had gotten all of that ambition and kindness from him, after all. As hard as that might be for some to believe. He was still an angel - a fallen angel, but still an angel nonetheless. Which of course set him on a different level than sinners or demons, at least in his mind it did.

There was just one little concern that he had which might make this whole thing hard for him. And that little concern happened to be an Overlord. The even one that lurked around the hotel like a living shadow. Hell, he might as well be with all those tricks he had. Lucifer wasn't at all sure what his intention was for being there still. He still suspected the sinner to want to corrupt his daughter somehow with evil schemes, likely for the purpose of fulfilling his own selfish goals. That's how most sinners worked anyway. And the reason why he was having a hard time with all of this now. Because it had failed once when he was shown how horrible they could be.

Charlie had proved some could be saved though.

He knew this and that's why he was willing to stand behind her and support the hotel. But he also believed there were still plenty of sinners who didn't care to be saved. And enjoyed being in Hell. The deprivation of it. Give those sinners enough power and that's how Overlords had come to be. Alastor was no different. Just what was he up to? Lucifer felt he had every right to be suspicious of him. Especially when bot even Charlie seemed sure as to why he had showed up out of the blue. Of all the sinners... it just so happened to be one of few that knew how to get under skin. Annoying and smug. Two of the worst traits he found in sinners. It all just rubbed him the wrong way.

Speaking of which-- Lucifer had noticed that ever since they got the new hotel up, he hadn't seen much of the Radio Demon. Which was interesting since he had decided to stay there himself, he would have expected to be seeing more of him. But the sinner had more or less kept himself holed up inside the radio tower of his. Even now when the hotel had been left in his care, there was no sign of him. No flickering of the shadows to indicate he might be listening. Not even the slightest hint of static echoing from the halls. That was unusual from what he had been subjected to since his arrival. Not that he was complaining about the quiet. It just had him all the more skeptical that he could be up to anything good.

He'd better check it out. Just to ensure the hotel remained as Charlie wanted it to be.

Approaching the door the radio tower, he didn't bother knocking. Certain that it'd be ignored even if he tried. Of course he was met with a secure lock - preventing him from getting inside. Which gave him only a couple options. He could knock and wait or he could walk away and pretend he never noticed a difference. And while the latter was tempting to him - he had to know what was going on. If anything. Lucifer has the power to knock the door down himself, but that would be throwing out this whole thing that Charlie was trying to do.

A huff left him. Guess he would for the moment, just swallow his pride and knock. And if there wasn't an answer ? Well, he'd figure that out if it came down to it. He gave the door a firm rap, not necessarily pounding on it but loud enough that it should have at least caught the demon's attention. That is if he was in there.

Planned starter @angelichooves -Alastor

Main verse- The Cure

[edosianorchids901]

Learning to Live

Ace Omens Hugfest 2024 prompt - "group hug"

Aziraphale tried very hard not to let out any audible noises as the tears fell. He didn’t feel entirely self conscious about the tears. It had been an awfully difficult day, after all, and he’d learned long ago that sometimes it was necessary just to cry for a few seconds before getting back to work.

But while he felt a bit like sobbing for a longer length of time, he refused to allow himself that much loss of control. It would make Crawley feel as if he needed to extend comfort, for one thing, and that would hardly be fair. His silent companionship was kindness enough.

And quite remarkable, at that. Aziraphale marveled at it, which proved a very nice distraction from his guilt. Crawley had come out here to sit with him, to ensure he was okay. And he’d stayed.

He’d broken Aziraphale’s fall, really. Softened the landing. And now, the world didn’t feel nearly as overwhelming, the consequences as dire. It was almost too good to be true.

“Did you mean it?” Aziraphale asked.

Crawley didn’t look at him, still just gazing steadily over the water. “Hmm?”

“That I wouldn’t like Hell. I-I mean, it’s Hell. I don’t suppose anyone is supposed to like it.” Was that rude? Aziraphale was a bit too rattled to be sure. “What I mean is… does it really matter to you, what I like?”

“Nh.” Crawley gave a tiny shrug. “Wouldn’t have encouraged you to eat if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it.”

“I did enjoy it.” So much more than he would have ever expected. Oh, he’d been curious about food, but he never thought he’d get the chance to sample some. “But do you really expect me to believe that the only reason you tempted—er, that you encouraged—me to try the food is that you thought I’d enjoy it? No nefarious motives?”

Crawley gave another tiny shrug. “‘Course I had nefarious motives. Everything I do is nefarious.”

Aziraphale pursed his lips, unconvinced by that. Crawley was quite excellent at playing the evil demon—but he wasn’t evil, not at all. “Was your nefarious motive, perhaps, related to wanting someone to share a ‘meal’ with?”

That got a reaction, albeit a subtle one. Crawley’s eyes darted to him for just a second. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Aha! I knew it.” Aziraphale found himself smiling, and feeling much less alone than he had a mere handful of minutes ago. And suddenly quite daring. “Would, um… would you by any chance be interested in doing it again? I was thinking, I never did try the wine…”

That got a full reaction. Crawley twisted to look at him, eyes wide behind the dark glasses. “Are you sure you’re ready for that, angel? Source of drunkenness and all that.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s only troublesome when consumed in excess.” Aziraphale tilted his head, trying his best to appear as if conflicted. Important to keep up the pretense, rather than to admit he’d quite happily do anything if it meant spending more time with Crawley. “It’s not strictly forbidden for angels to drink…”

“There you are, then.” Crawley gave a tempting little side to side sway. Aziraphale strongly suspected that the tempting was as much an act as his own reticence. They might have rather more in common than he’d initially assumed. “Let’s go. I know a little tavern that serves terrific cocktails, has good wine, and loads of different things to nibble.”

“Well, I suppose I can hardly resist an offer like that.” Aziraphale rose, and found that he was suddenly rather tired. Crawley too, moved slowly. Perhaps they were both a bit worn down by all that had happened. It would be nice to get away from here.

“Are you leaving, Bildad?”

Crawley jumped at the sudden call, and Aziraphale touched his arm lightly in reassurance before turning towards the girl. “Ah, Jemimah! Lovely to see you, my dear. Yes, Bildad and I are both off to… to…”

“Turn more people into animals?” Jemimah asked eagerly, looking at Crawley with wide eyes. “Can you do me again?”

A little smile tugged at Crawley’s lips. “Sorry, all out of time for changing people into animals today. My friend and I are on our way to cause chaos elsewhere.”

“You’re causing chaos,” Aziraphale corrected. “I’m merely… um…”

Friend. My friend and I.

Crawley considered him a friend? The thought of having a friend was so shocking that it left Aziraphale utterly speechless.

Crawley lifted an eyebrow. When Aziraphale just kept gaping at him, he turned back to Jemimah. “Right, so. See you around, kid. Keep making cool pots.”

He tried to step around her, and she blocked him. “You have to hug me,” she declared with a bright smile. “Both of you. Hugs are really important to keep everyone happy.”

“Oh, are they?” Aziraphale asked faintly. Perhaps that was what was wrong with him so often. He’d never been hugged before.

“Yep! Group hug!” She held her arms out.

Crawley took a step back. “No. Nonono. Demons don’t do hugs.”

“They’re important for happiness,” Aziraphale said, giving a little pout. An almost tempting pout, really. “And you wouldn’t want to disappoint the child, would you? Or me?”

Irritation tugged at the lines of Crawley’s face, and he hissed. But nevertheless, he stepped closer again. “Okay. Fine. Just make it quick.”

“Yay!” Jemimah threw her arms around both of them, hugging them close. Aziraphale instinctively curled an arm around her, then gave Crawley an inquisitive look.

Crawley still looked as if about to flee. But he gulped and reached out, briefly touching both Aziraphale and the child. Aziraphale put an arm around him too, and beamed.

“Right.” Letting go after a mere few seconds, Crawley wriggled out of the hug. “Let’s go. Come on, angel.”

“That was lovely, dear. Thank you.” Aziraphale smiled at Jemimah, and she giggled. “Bye, now.”

“Bye!” She waved to them both, and took off.

Aziraphale gave Crawley a sly look, enjoying the consternation on his face. “So. It seems demons do hug.”

“Oh, shut up.” Crawley set off, and Aziraphale fell in step beside him. “Just for that, I really am gonna get you drunk tonight.”

“You’ll have to do much better than that to tempt me, you old serpent.”

But not much more, really. Being tempted was really quite fun, and Aziraphale thought he might be able to get rather used to it. And perhaps, he could even get used to having a friend.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Day.26 ~ Sinfully Sweet ~ Hallowtober

Father Ignatius x nun!reader

warning: kiss, fluff, comfort, no use of Y/n

Summary: October, as soon as the year got darker, seemed to be the devil coming… she had been taught that. Father Ignatius wants to change that, he wants to show her that even though it's dark, this dark time can also be sweet and loving instead of full of blood and pain and fear.

info: I actually wanted to write more for him but haven't gotten around to it yet, so have fun reading the day for him :)

masterlist

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October and its predecessor September seemed to be the months when the sun was getting shorter and shorter, when the darkness grew ever greater, and above all, they seemed to be the sweet months of the year when her temptations to evil grew ever greater.

After all that had happened, after all the blood and pain, the nightmares and truths and lies. Truths about how horrible this world was and lies that everything was bad, even though she often thought that everything was dark, she tried to get to herself.

This did not apply to the light that she had found in her darkest hour. Her angel, her guide… the man who, like her Adam, had led her into the Garden of Eden to show her the wonders of the world that she missed when she only listened to the harsh voices of her sisters.

He was there when she came off the island, she was with him when he helped her into his car, gently took her hand and ignored the blood that stained them both, still from all the fear that had happened, she saw what she was: a woman, a normal woman, and not a “disturbed sinner” as the voices had called her.

It was he who, in his kindness, stayed with her in the darkness. His greenish eyes looked at her with understanding and no hatred as he slowly embraced her.

His fingers burned warmly on her skin as he slowly washed the dirt of the past from her, always with sweet, soothing words on his tongue…and as the pages of the Bible and survived for thousands of years.

The initial time between them also passed before she moved in with him, and it quickly became clear that she still couldn't live alone for a long time without calling him every two minutes at church or at his house and asking what ghosts, devils and demons were doing outside in October.

A fact that amused him. ,,Not at all, my dear, these are just costumes for children to dress up in to get sweets,” he explained, showing her pictures in the news and newspapers in which she saw families in these costumes. She only slowly understood that it was done for fun and tradition.

However, there were plenty of scarers and laughs later before she and Ignatius went to the supermarket to get sweets that had previously only been raw sugar or honey for her.

Now they were sitting together on his couch and watching the TV, which was like a miracle itself for her, scary episodes of children's series were running and she liked the group with the talking dog, even though the demons were really creepy. ,,This is a Mars bar and this is candy corn,” he explained to her, putting the two sweets in her hand. She found the colorful triangular candy interesting and the Mars bar crackled beautifully.

But most of all, she was pleased with herself when she finally tasted the candy and saw the blonde's smile. of the blonde, who was holding her hand joyfully and was simply relieved that the whole thing had a happy ending, ,,You can eat as many as you like, you don't have to hold back��it won't bother the big ones.” Ignatius assured her and she believed him, didn't she?

He was a godsend and those creepy creatures out there would never get her, not when she felt that connection, that love in another kiss on her lips and lay in his arms to enjoy this new life and the horror.

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[damianbugs]

hi saki hiii if it's not 2 much of a bother, do u have a link to a batman reading list w some of the older comics u often talk abt? despite The Disease I've only read maybe 4 actual Bruce Wayne centered runs

-Angel 🫶🏾

HI ANGEL !!! unfortunately i have not yet found a good reading list of older batman comics. most of them are just like "read every single thing published since 1940" and like, okay, fair enough, but also no one wants to do that.

fortunately this gave me an excuse to look through my own fav reads and compile a short list to get you started! the thing about older batman comics is that (personally) they are far more easier to follow compared to modern day comics, so once you get familiar with the older style and layouts, it's so easy to just find the kind of stories you want to read!

most of these are published after the 1970s but all of them are before the New 52 (2011) !!

for a more concise list (+content/trigger warnings) you can find this reading list on my comic geeks.

> Batman: Legends of The Dark Knight

now this collection features over 200 issues and a dozen writers BUT it's because it's full of 2-4 issue short stories. out of these, the ones i recommend most to begin with are; #16-20 (venom), #39-40 (mask), #100 (the choice).

if you like the tone of these, then i would recommend reading the other stories too. great thing is that they're not connected to each other at all, so if you don't like one then you can skip it no problem. i definitely jumped over a few writers and weird stories when reading.

> Batman 1940

now from the main run itself, the advice to just read everything published is not worth it. some of these stories really just drag or are super confusing.

some favourites of mine to start with are; #402-403 (One Batman Too Many), #423 (You Shoulda Seen Him...) and of course, #404-#408 (Batman Year One).

> Detective Comics

now i have always been of the opinion that tec is the better of the two main runs, and you can really see the quality of story telling shine in older comics !

a few of my favourite issues are: #408 (The House That Haunted Batman), #439 (The Night of the Stalker), #457 (There is No Hope in Crime Alley!), #573-574 (My Beginning... and my Probable End) and #598-#600 (Blind Justice).

> The Brave and The Bold

all runs of tbatb runs, whether that be the 1950, 1990, 2007 or even present 2023 run, are so good !!!

for an older story, #93 (published 1970) is my favourite !!

> Batman Black and White

okay so i know i have been giving singular issue recs up until now but i am so serious when i say you should just read every single issue of Batman Black and White. there are three runs, the 1996, 2014 and 2020 with only around 6 issues each. some of the best and truly life changing stories are within it.

in fact, my all time number one favourite batman comic EVER is published in #1 of the 1996 run (Perpetual Mourning). there will never be a batman story ever like it again.

> Other Stories

there was something in the air during the 1990s, because some of the best ever batman stories were published during that time. i fear there has truly never been such a stacked decade like that one.

a few essential must reads from 1980s-1990s; Batman The Cult, Batman: Night Cries, Batman: War on Crime, Batman: The Ultimate Evil, Batman: Son of the Demon.

happy reading!!!!

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Eighteen

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Trigger warning for mental health issues alluded

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Eighteen

Everything was in full swing with music playing, people socializing and eating while Vinny and Ricky had started out the night with a formal dance, twirling and dipping. It was a lot of footwork more than anything, then the pair had split off to their beloved mates as the dance floor flooded with people wanting to dance and celebrate the evening. The warm lights made the stone interior appear almost golden, and the noise of laughter and song filled the air beautifully. It was clear how much thought and effort had been put into it- put into the magical moments holding the illusion together. Vinny and Ricky both knew what they were doing and making the most of it. How lively it was tonight, positivity overflowing except from one pillar in the club. 

It was interesting watching them dance, knowing the truth, and even then it was hard to let Vinny go to the angel, but it was what she wanted, she wanted to dance with Ricky. Chris had been without her for so long. Christopher, Chris… Chris, her Chris, he should have known something was different, she always had a thing about his name, the angels, with the original gargoyles names, some of them were truly ridiculous. 

Justin loved everything about the party, well, almost, the only thing he didn’t love was that he knew he wasn’t going to get any time alone with Ricky tonight, even after the revelations earlier. Not to mention finding out about Vinny, being Chenza… Still, it made him determined to talk to Ricky about being mates… Hearing Vinny just flippantly say to Ricky, go, go be with your mate to Ricky after they danced, had the gargoyle flush… Did Ricky know, even understand… They hadn’t talked… They hadn’t agreed. There was a consent to the bond before it fully formed. Justin wanted it, he wanted all of it. Chris had it with Vinny, she even came back to him after she died. Ryan. Ryan had had it… It made Justin wonder why… Why hadn’t his… His arms wrapped around Ricky from behind the gargoyle mask Ricky had given him for the night, he glanced over to the other…

Yes, the damn nephilim, before he’d ever known, thought he was hilarious and acquired Ryan and Justin medieval style gargoyle masquerade masques, they were grey and looked like they had half stone faces for the night. That little shit thought he was funny. It was kind of hilarious. It was. Ryan, however, was truly sympathizing with the way Christopher felt when he got into those moods in those episodes he used to have. He was struggling tonight. Leaning back against one of the pillars in the old Church, he was so tired. Seeing Christopher with Vinny, Justin with Ricky, he was… he was tired, and he missed… he missed… he missed them. He missed them so much.

From beside him on a perpendicular side of the pillar came a soft voice, “Something’s on your mind… Don’t look at me- no… just… I know the look. I’ve felt it too.” A hand slid around pressed to the pillar offering the faintest of touches to the gargoyle, voice low, “Let someone help bear the weight if, but for a moment.” the voice said, warm as sunshine. From the corner of his eye, Ryan could spy side along a mask of white fabric and silver hair, draped over a billowing shirt with a feather and fur cloak. Elegant jawline and effortless grace. 

“Please.”

Ryan sighed at the voice, the soft low voice, he felt the warmth of their hand, he was too out of it to move away. It would have been his first instinct otherwise. He did not like people he didn’t know getting close anymore, especially on a night like tonight, that was why he was here, at this pillar. Standing away from the dancing, the merriment, the laughter that was ripping through his head. “I highly doubt anyone in this life has felt the level of what I do right now.” Ryan also would not wish it on them for the world either, not like this, not the way he did. A thousand years of torment? Centuries of abuse at the hands of a monster in between… No, he would not wish that life on another… “No, this burden is my own.”

His hand, however, his thumb that was so close to the strangers… Didn’t move.

“It feels like every fiber of your being is being peeled apart atom by atom, and you don’t know where to go or what to do… and all you want… is to go home, but you can’t find home anymore because home is with them.” they said clearly, “All you can think about is the times you messed up… or they messed up… and you feel raw. It’s pain hard enough to feel like you’re never going to breathe again. It’s like… your life has frozen in place.” 

The stranger took a breath leaning their head back, breathing in the scent of warm peach pie and apple pie- the smell of chocolate and fruit- closing their eyes, they took a soft breath. 

“It’s the worst pain… yet you know it won’t kill you on its own. Still, you feel like you’ve been driven insane by wanting to be next to them again.” 

They leaned their head to the side, looking towards Ryan, a melancholic smile on their lips. “Even when you yourself have been torn apart time and time again.” 

“Does that sound familiar?”

Ryan didn’t know if he wanted to scream or be sick more, or just both at once, one after the other, destroy anything and everything his hands touched. Listening to every word this stranger was saying was cutting into him and ripping him open even deeper than watching what was left of his family find the ones that completed their souls, their happiness. Their mates. This stranger, that had just walked over, that knew nothing of them, wasn’t wrong though, Ryan didn’t know where home was anymore, and he hadn’t breathed, not in… He swallowed thinking about it, it had been, one thousand and twelve years… and fifty-two days…

He felt like he was going insane, though, it was about time. Gargoyles that lost their mates going insane, it happened, it always happened sooner or later. How Ryan had lasted this long no one knew, even Christopher had been barely holding on. Ryan had seen the signs in him years ago but refused to let him crack. Ryan, Ryan might as well be a freak of nature. A thousand years. And only now was he hallucinating that he could smell them, like they were right around the corner. Sure, it won’t kill him on its own, but it sure made him start to wish he were dead. Ryan just never had the gall to follow through with it as Christopher had, instead he’d spent centuries of pure rage and hatred, spitting in his abuser's eye, that had fuelled him to keep him alive. Now he didn’t even have that anymore.

It was then he distinctly turned his head to get a proper look at the stranger rather than just glancing at them from the corner of his of eye, seeing them, as best he could, that smile.

He knew that smile, how did he know that smile? It was familiar, how did he know that smile? It was right there, but it wasn’t. The pain of something ripped away from him ached in him as if someone had literally reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. Nothing. There was nothing there. Watching them closely…

“Who are you?”

MORE THAN ONE THOUSAND YEARS PRIOR (more than one thousand and twelve years to be precise)

Justice smiled at Ryan. The fight hadn't lasted too long. They were checking on the troupe and finally coming back to Ryan cupping his face to kiss him. “You fought so well- I'm proud of you, my darling.” The white and silver feathers fluttered over their back as they purred softly, kissing Ryan's cheeks. “Are you alright?” 

Smiling easily as he felt Justice’s fingers brush over his smooth skin, as their lips pressed to his, hands curving around their angel’s slim waist to pull them just a little closer. “Not a scratch, you know I don’t get nearly as close to the battle as the others.” The beauty of his chosen weapon, that unless the demons marked his spot, he could pick them off. Or they ambushed them, then he had to pull a close combat weapon. He did so prefer his crossbow, so much more convenient to remove them at a distance. “The others?” He was not the only one of concern, he knew that. 

“They're perfectly fine.” They whispered, kissing him deeply, lovingly, cupping his cheek softly. His fingers raked through his hair as the angel settled down, kissing him again softly. Keeping hands off each other was the hard part. The angel nuzzled him. “I know you don't get close, but I still worry, my love.”

Ryan’s back pressed lightly against the alcove as he chuckled low against his mate's lips as their fingers raked through his long hair, it was getting longer. Some would assume he might have a problem growing it so long, but he didn’t, Ryan never had a problem with how feminine he seemed, he personally considered it far more androgynous. If they wanted to see it that way, that was their choice, all that matter to him, was how his mate saw him, how his lovers saw him. Christopher never turned him away, nor did Honesty, Passion, Respect. 

Gasping softly at the way Justice nuzzled against him, Ryan swallowed slightly, whining softly, “Please tell me work time is done?” Work, and personal, they had a line between them for a person. For everyone else, it was different… Fucking the rest of the troupe, it was, whenever, however… But his mate… His mate was different, they were their superior, Justice and Trust had set that boundary from the moment this attraction sparked. Never would they be anything but Justice and Trust when it was work.

“Work is over, darling… are you ready to let me carry our babies, yet?” they teased brushing their lips to his wrapping them both in their large warm wings, hiding him away as their hands wandered lovingly. “Please?”

Groaning playfully, “You aren’t pulling any punches at all today, are you, my love?” Smiling down at them adoringly, his hands running down Gwynn’s body, they had been having this conversation for some time. Neither of them could agree as to who was going to carry their children. Technically, Ryan was supposed to breed with another unit, technically, Justice, was supposed to find Trust, a breeding partner from another unit, but Ryan was never going to agree to that. Gargoyles had to consent to breed, and he didn’t want to breed, not with another gargoyle. Technically, it wasn’t against the edicts to breed with an angel, just with the mortals… so… “It’s easier to get me pregnant, and no one could say you weren’t doing your job, baby, breeding your troupe.” Chuckling, his smile wide, joyful as he brought his lips down to Gwynn’s.

Justice whined, “I know… but I want to be pregnant so badly…” they whined, pressing up to him, attempting to ignore the bickering from Chris and Chenza arguing over training. “I should probably stop that argument.”

Smiling against their lips, shifting to press Gwynn back against their hidden little alcove, after a moment, lifting his head and brushing his hair back to look at those perfect, gorgeous pale eyes of his mate. “Let them figure out their childish bickering, they’ll figure out they like each other sooner or later… Besides… You aren’t Justice right now, remember… You are mine, you are Gwynn.” He rolled his hips against Gwynn’s, all his.

Gwynn sighed and wrapped their arms around him, grinding against him slowly, “all yours.” They murmured, rocking and kissing at his neck softly. This was what they loved and craved every night, wanting to just take him to hide away. “Please…” they whispered to him in his ear.

Sighing as they ground against him, reaching down to lift them up, wrapping their legs wound him as his forehead pressed against theirs… Sighing, “You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Groaning softly with a gentle kiss. Not that either was ready to give in on this little argument, just yet… they could shelve the argument about the bearer of their children for now, they had all the time in the world.

PRESENT DAY

The stranger looked up at him with pale silver eyes, leaning on a cane as they blinked slowly, “My name is Gwynn.” They said truthfully. “I'm in the same boat… I… don't know if I'll be welcomed home, though…” they said, looking over Ryan with an expression that read guilt and heartbreak, along with pain and inner turmoil over something so deep and desperately painful, a feeling Ryan knew.

Ryan, blinked at the stranger with the familiar face he couldn’t place, and now, a name that felt the same. Gwynn, why did that name feel so, so familiar. Why did it hurt so much? What was it about that name that made him want to scream in pure horror… Something, something was very wrong, and it was hurting him, while at the same time… Ryan just felt so empty. Swallowing, his mouth was so dry as he looked at this stranger. His eyes searched the stranger’s face, searching for a lie, searching for the distrust in them, something, anything. If they weren’t to be welcomed home, there had to be a reason. “Why would you not be welcome home?” His words tense, hard, Ryan was just so weary.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “I don't know… if he would want me to come home… I don't know… If he would welcome my touch again after how long I've been gone. Even if he's been the only thing on my mind since I was forced…” they swallowed, the only reason they had pushed through, “I know he was being hurt, but I came back as soon as I could… even if I'm no longer perfect and can't keep up anymore…” their voice shook, and they stepped closer, silver hair draping over their shoulders falling some. 

Ryan’s whole body was tense as this stranger, this Gwynn, moved closer to him. A shiver ran down his spine as they did, he could feel that there was something, something about their face, their name, that he was missing. He could feel it. It was just out of his reach though, like it was being dangled before him, and constantly pulled away further and further so he couldn’t grasp at it. The more he reached, the worse it felt. He pressed back, closer to the pillar, his back right against the cold marble as they stepped closer, but surprisingly… His hand. His hand, that had been so close to the strangers, had not moved… He was not afraid.

“Then I suppose the real question, or questions, are why you left, and what kept you away from him for so long?”

Gwynn's lip quivered, “I was… taken, I got away, and I've been healing… he likely thought I died… I couldn't get a message to tell him I would be back… He was my whole reason for pulling through… and he doesn't know.” He offered a sad smile, moving back against the pillar, head leaned back as he looked up, his silver mask shimmering. “I love him… I always will.” He sighed, hand still near his.

Head tilting back against the pillar, the faux stone gargoyle mask shielding his face, even as his eyes stung as he thought about, about… Justice. They had died. The thought that if they had lived and gone to hide somewhere to heal, that they might be no better than all the other angels, leaving him to rot here. Left him, while he’d been tortured, sexually assaulted, ripped apart, and just broken down by one of Justice’s very brethren, while they were nothing but healing? No. No. Justice was dead. Justice was dead. They would never have done that to him, they were not like the other angels, and never would have been. His Justice had had the purest of souls, it was why Ryan had fallen in love with them. “Then you will be prepared to wait. If he is worth it, you will wait.” His teeth gritted in an almost growl as a few traitorous tears spilled behind his mask.

“I would wait another thousand years if it made him happy…” they whispered under their breath. “I fought my way to come back to him. I can wait… if that will bring him peace.” they whispered, “I can't forgive myself for being gone.”

Eyes closed as Ryan fought to calm himself, pushed everything aside and just, distanced himself from… everything…

He was done… he couldn’t handle this conversation anymore. If he kept talking about it, it was going to end badly, he could feel himself start to shake, his thumb brushing along the side of the stranger's without thinking. It was the way he’d unconsciously reach out for Christopher, or Justin at times. Most days, if he didn’t shut down and step back when things went too far, he could explode, sure made fighting demons and training helpful. “Fuck, talk about something else, anything else. Quick, your favorite drink.” The question slipped from his tongue, despite knowing he would likely judge them for it.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “Mead… sweet mead… and whiskey if it's a decent enough age-” he murmured, gently rubbing his thumb against his. Warmth radiated from the point of contact, soothing and adoring. They let out a soft noise, feeling Ryan's skin against theirs… heavenly relief, letting out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. “What about yours?”

Ryan tensed at the mead, sweet mead, he couldn’t touch it, it was so out of phase in the modern world. Even if he was currently dressed as if he were going to a renaissance faire, and it would be found in abundance, he didn’t find it many places, and he was glad of that, it made him sick. He couldn’t tell you why. Just the thought made him frown right now. Why did mead make him ill so badly, when for some reason he was sure he enjoyed the taste once? Why? Why couldn’t he remember? Just the thought caused a surge of panic to grip him, no, no that didn’t make any sense.

Whiskey, that, was more popular in the modern era, even the aged works, taking in a deep breath, Ryan smirked at the thought, thinking about his forays in the bar. “I can do with a good whiskey these days. Ricky, the bar owner here, he ah, he has some wicked vintages. I like to put him through his paces and try to trip him up sometimes, little shit is good with coming through with the goods too.” His low, almost laugh was rough, like the sound of honest enjoyment was something he didn’t use all that often anymore… and it wasn’t.

They smiled softly, looking him over, “Always lovely to have a good bartender who knows his alcohol.” they mused, playing with a strand of their silver hair. “Favorite brand?” he questioned softly, eyes gentle as they looked him over, “Mine doesn’t exist as a company anymore, sadly-”

The gargoyle shuddered, his body rebelling against a truth right in front of him that his mind had been poisoned against and his soul was literally screaming out for. Unfortunately, thanks to more than a thousand years past, and most of those being at the hands of an abuser that enjoyed malicious mind games, there wasn’t much of Ryan left that was the man Gwynn had left behind. He didn’t even look as he once did. The tall, lean, proudly androgynous, feminine yet masculine, man, had thrown it all away for the bulky super masculine man before him. Ryan didn’t want to think about why. Favourite brand… “I don’t… I don’t have one.” He didn’t have favorite things. They always got ruined. Taken from him, tainted, so he could never truly enjoy them ever again. So he found ways to just… not.

Gwynn wouldn’t lie, seeing Ryan now broke their heart so fully… they couldn’t stand it. He was… gone. Maybe a glimmer here and there. This is why the other angels tried to keep them from returning. This is why. They wanted them to keep the past version of Ryan… where he was sweet… happy… and carefree. Not the hardened shell of their mate… But Ryan is their mate. They would never leave his side. They loved Ryan, no matter what would happen. What he had become.

“Well there must be something you prefer drinking than most.” they said warmly.

Ryan considered it for a second, he could think of a few different bottles he had rather enjoyed, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on again at some point. He had noticed one brand Ricky seemed to favor, he wondered if he thought that was his favourite? Frowning slightly, not sure what that meant as he considered it, though, of course… that just got stuck in his throat almost choking him when he tried to voice it. Parting his lips trying to speak… His voice catching until he sighed, a heavy break, his head turning, and his cheek pressed against the pillar… He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t say it… His thumb brushed against the other’s for unconscious comfort.

“I can’t, please, he takes everything I enjoy.” He had been gone for a century, and Ryan still felt him breathing down his neck, like he’d turn the corner, and he’d be right there. That he’d feel the force of his voice pushing his body to change so he could do whatever he wanted with him.

“Okay. That’s totally fine.” they promised, who was he? But they wouldn’t push. They couldn’t do that. Ryan didn’t need them breathing down his throat wanting to know everything… there would be time enough for that later. “Tell me… What kind of music do you dance to?”

Snorting, there was that rough, unused amusement again, where was that joyful man he had once been? “Me, dance? Look at me? I have two left feet, I am a bumbling oaf. I could hardly dance. I would absolutely dance, only I would break both of those delicate feet.” Twitching as the words came out, they came from a different voice in his head, he felt like he was going to be sick, and he wanted to whine, but he could never give him the satisfaction. He never gave in. That was why he looked the way he did. He wanted him to be more feminine, so Ryan would swing the complete opposite end of the spectrum, and forced himself, in every way, to be as masc as physically possible. Right down to favouring the most brutal and crudest weapon he had, and oh, he was a master with it now. No one escaped his six-foot-long war hammer when his swung, the power behind it, was beyond a sword, or a dagger, his was brute force.

Gwynn nodded leaning their head back, “I would let you lead the dance.” they admitted still touching Ryan’s hand, “But I do understand it’s not for everyone.” Where was the man who used to dance with them in the moonlight…? Oh, they missed him… but this was their mate. Forever. Their mate. “Why don’t we go… get a drink?”

Ryan waited for a moment, just a moment, just letting his body rest against the pillar. Taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes, holding that breath, and letting it out. Whether he realized it or not, his senses were zeroing in, focused on that one little point of contact with this stranger, this Gwynn. The warmth that was spreading through his skin tingled, as his thumb brushed over theirs, shivering almost at the touch. Swallowing, he, he steeled himself though as his eyes opened, dark in the room… “Yes, a drink sounds good.”

As he stood from the pillar, Ryan paused, glancing at them, eyeing the cane, “Do you need help to the bar?” Through all these people?”

They looked up, and leaned on their cane, and nodded, “I haven’t been on my feet for long… maybe a few days…” they sighed, taking his arm to walk with him stiffly to the bar. They eased onto a bar stool and leaned their head back, showing a sliver of a deep red scar. “Thank you,” they said gently, smiling at him gratefully, their silver eyes beyond the mask melancholic. 

When the bartender walked by, they ordered two whiskeys, the oldest currently available. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you- I didn’t think about it.” they admitted sheepishly.

With that scar, Ryan was surprised they were walking at all, so naturally, he accepted when they clung slightly to his arm as he walked them to the bar, and eased onto a stool. He perched onto one of the stools himself, his feet easily meeting the floor, he was shorter than the other gargoyles, but he was still massive for the mortal clientele of the bar. Before he could even be annoyed that it wasn’t Ricky behind the bar, he knew it wasn’t, but being reminded of that face, Gwynn was already ordering, and he glanced to them. Raising an eyebrow at the apology, huffing slightly. “You’re fine, my standing order almost, Ricky usually just pours out a shot or what’s good for me. Sometimes he likes to try new things for me, see how I like them.” Pausing… “This guy is probably going to pour us water.” The civilian whiskey.

The whiskey was served and not watered down, Ricky had instructed them not to mess with his alcohols, watering them down or otherwise. Gwynn took a glass smelling and smiled, “Smells safe.” they teased, head tilted, offering their glass. “To home.”

Ryan reached for the glass, when he said water, he hadn’t meant watering it down, he meant, not one of Ricky’s special bottles. The kind that lately he was sure Ricky was trying to either impress him, or find a liquor finally he couldn’t take. Either way, he certainly had shared some good vintages with him so far. Lifting the glass to Gwynn, “To home, may yours accept you.” Perhaps Ryan would be able to learn to breathe without his at some point… not that he had in over a thousand years so far.

“I hope your home finds you again.” they murmured, taking a sip as he looked thoughtful.

[actual-changeling]

Why are people looking at Aziraphale and seeing a completely different character from who he is? Why do they think he’s a leader? He never showed leadership skills. Why do they think it’s so unlikely that Aziraphale doesn’t listen a word of Crowley’s confession when Aziraphale hasn't listened to a single word Crowley has told him the entire season? Why do they feel the need to see Aziraphale as a hero who can never do wrong? He totally disregards Crowley’s feelings in the final 15 and I’m so mad about the fact that some people think that Crowley should apologize or that he was too slow to pick up some fucking clues that exist only in the minds of Aziraphale’s hardcore defenders.

Honestly, I think it's because some people have problems separating themselves from Aziraphale as a character simply because they see one or more of their own traits reflected in him.

By trying to make him out to be better than he is and defending him, they're trying to justify those traits to themselves (and others). Once you get down to it, there's a lot of people talking about how they would have done the same in Aziraphale's place—and they cannot admit that hey, maybe that choice is fucked up and hurts the people around you.

Maybe your refusal to work on yourself isn't "noble" and "angelic" but part of a bigger problem and based on a fundamental lack of self-reflection. Aziraphale puts his own comfort above everything else, so of course he appeals to people that do the same.

Then there's the whole religious aspect which has people on the barricades immediately because how dare you imply that an angel could ever do something that is not kind and good and selfless; like okay, go preach your fucked up christian ideology elsewhere, not in the bible satire fandom.

It IS frustrating, people go and call Crowley bad and evil and give him the worst intentions because he's a demon, say reason why they try to make everything about Aziraphale seem great and nice. By acknowledging the fact that

a) Aziraphale has been hurting Crowley for centuries

b) he fucked up

c) Crowley has nothing to apologize for,

they're forced to confront that hey, maybe I've also fucked up in the past. Aziraphale is in a bad place, he needs to change, and by refusing to understand that, people are really just saying that THEY don't want to work on themselves.

It's personal, plain and simple, and somehow that makes it okay to go harass people who don't blindly follow the Aziraphale Defense Squad or whatever shit they wanna call themselves. I have absolutely no sympathy left after everything that went down.

[sonjuponju]

now YOU tell me about YOUR ocs...!!! (if you want) is your pfp enix...🧡

IT IS IT IS!!! that drawing turned out so good i just stick it everywhere now 😭

the thing about my ocs is that i hardly get anything done with them if i don't have someone to constantly validate my choices and help me build ideas and stuff so most of my stories are pretty incomplete and all over the place 🥲 but i do have some bits and pieces that i can share!!

ima put everything under a read more cus there's gonna be a LOT of stuff. you really don't have to read all of it if you find it longwinded, i just really love rambling about my dudes (but only if someone asks 😭)

ENIX, he/him - he's actually one of my older ocs, i created him way back in 2017 when i was like 11 😭 fun fact! his original name was vixen but due to the definition of the word bugging me i recently changed his name to enix :3 another fact but kind of an embarrassing one - he used to have DID, and my 11 year old ass played RIGHT into the "evil alter" trope, so yeahhhh... the only good thing to come out of that was that the "evil alter" eventually became a wholly separate blorbo, named feliks! who we will get into now B)

FELIKS, he/him - my fucking sweet baby. my angel. he has gone through so many transformations it's hilarious

here he is in his "evil alter" days. already got the black eye to signify his "evilness". though i don't think it took very long for me to decide that he was actually the host of the body, not enix. in any case his usual day-to-day activities included pissing everyone around him off and trying some evil schemes every now and then

in like 2018 i got REALLY into this visual novel called "the arcana" and feliks was the ex best friend of the MC my friend cooked up for our version of the story. i didn't want him to be a cyclops for this iteration because i thought it didn't fit the theme, so he had to get a human design. he didn't have DID in this version, but he did have an identical twin brother, named vance. in this story feliks killed vance and became the boyfriend of the villain of the story, also becoming one of the villains in the process. his ex best friend ellis ended up defeating him and he got hanged with his boyfriend for their crimes

now here's where the story gets really juicy. feliks reincarnated in the modern world, and i think i ditched him having DID and instead the "alters" turned out to be the fragmented parts of feliks' dead brother's personality. vance had basically come back to haunt him in a form that was kind of comparable to alters, but also not really

the main arcana characters alongside ellis also reincarnated and ended up finding feliks (who was still evil btw). they were kind of like a friend group for a while until shit hit the fan when everyone found out that feliks killed his brother way back in their past life (they had no idea up until now). ellis became incredibly angry with him and him being a magician turned feliks into water and put him in a vase so he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again

before this happened though i think ellis and his also magician boyfriend were able to piece vance back together and give him a body, so he was reincarnated too. after receiving a second chance at life, vance got himself a boyfriend, and even got married with him. the happiness didn't last for long though when feliks was able to sneak himself in his water form into vance's husband's water bottle. the husband drunk the water and ended up possessed by feliks 🙃 feliks killed vance AGAIN, was able to return to his own body by also killing vance's husband, annnnddd... then ellis caught up to him and beheaded him with his scythe. (god i still love this story)

after death feliks became a demon in hell, and that's basically where his story ends. idk i must've gotten another interest at this point because i didn't get any further with the story

in 2020 i decided to revamp him AGAIN, this time making my own fantasy universe for him. i got a couple of my friends involved with it too (this was basically a species i made specifically for that thing and my friends made ocs of that species). the story for it was really juicy too but im not gonna be telling about it cus it's almost identical to my current project with him and i might wanna make it into a real thing one day so.. SPEAKING OF WHICH

HIS CURRENT DESIGN. MORE PHOTOS.

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!!!!!! GAAGAHAJJSDJDKSK

anyway. yeah, there isn't much i can tell about the story, but i can tell you about how SHIT it is trying to come up with fantasy clothing. i am no fashion designer, not by a longshot, so my boy has his tits out 24/7 because i can't think of anything he could wear (and also i just love seeing him bare chested ❤️). i kinda don't even know where to start with the clothes cus i don't want them to be the generic european medieval stuff you see in fantasy CONSTANTLY and i am awfully lazy at researching anything that isn't my number 1 interest so. yah. to combat not being able to draw him with a canon design, i made a domestic modern au 🫶

here's feliks and his roomie clancy :3 they are my biggest blorbos rn and i would REALLY love to talk more about them but um. yeah this post is long enough especially considering there is still one oc i wanna mention

here's valo!! she is feliks' sister. you might think wait you didn't mention feliks having a sister? no i didn't because she is his BROTHER. I GENDERBENDED VANCE. BECAUSE IT WOULD FUCK. and yeah she is absolutely incredible i love her from the bottom of my heart. valo and feliks still have kind of a complicated relationship but at least in the au feliks doesn't kill her :D she's just kinda chilling with her gf until i come up with a story for her too

so ya that's all i wanted to talk about for now!! if you read this far then thank you 😭🫶 i had so much fun writing this. i was busy the whole day today but i just kept thinking about how much i wanted to answer your ask haha. i didn't plan for it to get so long though but im super grateful if you read this far 🥹

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

We don't have enough Aonung x Rotxo, and im not happy about it.

First of all: what is their ship name?

second: why are there not so many fics about them?

third: i want prompts about them.

the only one i came up with is; Rotxo feeling jealous/left out/ not consider now that the sully kids are here, since Aonung spent all his time (tormenting) them.

one night after maybe five months of the sully being there, is one of Aonung and Rotxo date night (they are officially courting) but Aonung can't stop talking about the sully kids.

"Are you fucking serious?!" asks Rotxo as he suddenly stands up from the soft sand. "What?" asks Aonung with a surprised (and scared) tone, he watch worry as his best friend and boyfriend gets up. "i been planning this night for weeks, because you are always busy or with training or with the family of toruk maktao, we barely spent time together, and once we do you are talking about others!" Rotxo is angry, Aonung saw him this angry only once, when they were little and an older kid pushed Tsireya on the ground. Not hard or on purpose, but still Tsireya who at the time was only a toddler immediately started crying. And as Aonung comforted his little sister, he noticed Rotxo yelling at the older kid and making him run away with tears. Rotxo could be as evil as a sky demon if someone hurt the persons he cares about. it was at that moment that Aonung knew, that was his future mate, not discussing it further. As Rotxo makes his way to walk off, Aonung manages to hold his wrist. his eyes full of regret, he watched as the not-braided curly boy snapped his head towards him. "i swear i stop, I'm sorry oeyä tìyawn, please forgive me, tell me everything you want i won't talk, only admire you" Aonung said and he relaxed when he saw Rotxo lips becoming a smirk. as he settled down again next to him (now closer, he could if wanted rest his head on the other chest) he murmured "Corny skxawng" then Rotxo narrated to the other boy, all the things he done that week, and all the things he planned to do. after they happily eat together and went to race with their ilu, then said goodbye with a kiss before returning to their own family marui.

this is stupid, but is okay because is like 3 am and I'm stupid myself.

You are not stupid, this is adorable! I 100% agree, they were the first ship I thought of honestly. I was like oh this kid is just hanging around all the time and is basically part of the family? Well, one of my favorite tropes ever is the family basically adopting their kids significant other. Rotxo's just over all the time living with Tonowari's family just because he'd going to mate with Ao'nung and everyone just like, knows and now expects him to be around? Iconic.

Like, Ronal's baby she hasn't had yet? That child would just grow up 24/7 with Rotxo around, they've never experienced life without him there. That's adorable. My mom is eight years older than her youngest brother, and going through her family pictures eventually it's just her and her siblings and also my dad there in every graduation picture, holiday picture, and so on. It's so funny and adorable to me. That's Rotxo with Ao'nung.

I think the best prompt for them is that they aren't crazy into PDA, they just vibe mostly in the most secure and confident relationship ever, to the point that it takes the Sully's an absurd amount of time to notice they are even courting. Spider is rescued and Neteyam is recovering and Ao'nung is being a little bit of a dick to Spider, and Rotxo goes "Sorry about my future mate, he can be a dick." And Lo'ak and Kiri are like WHAT.

I can also see a story in the personality differences. Ao'nung... not to be rude, but he's kind of a dick there at the beginning. Rotxo is our sweet baby angel so I can see Ao'nung spending too much time with his little asshole friends and them drifting apart as a result. It's another interesting dynamic.

[poison-nekomimi]

Look I can't draw fast so I'm just going to share my current ideas of some GD levels that I either haven't drawn yet or I sketched but don't have their final design so keep in mind that none of the images I share are the final design.

Starting with the main game levels:

Electroman adventures: a superhero who goes around the city trying to save people and stop local supervillains from doing evil. He uses a bo staff like weapon that glows when he touches it as it channels his electricity (I'm trying to restrain myself from sharing too much. There's a lot I could say about him. I'm getting these ideas from the vocal mix waterflame made of the song. It's like an intro for if electroman adventures was a tv show (electroman is seen as an actual character in that video) I'll explain more when I actually get around to drawing him :] )

Blast processing: The local supervillain. He has a rivalry with electroman adventures. He doesn't actually want to hurt anyone though and just does it for fun. He uses a crossbow with fire along with various supervillain technology. (Also had to restrain myself from talking too much with this one)

Polargeist: An ice ghost who was a polar bear in her previous life. She uses an icicle as her weapon (I sketched out her design before actually. This isn't final though)

Theory of everything (1 and 2):

Fairies that use wands and have the knowledge of the universe because it makes sense.

(I've only ever drawn ToE 2. The final design will look better, I swear. Also 3 and 4 do exist too)

Jumper: The easter bunny child. She carries around a basket and uses a wand.

Some random world levels:

Space pirates: A kid in a Halloween costume who uses a gun.

Round one: Previous leader of the toxic factory but got overthrown by space pirates. He is now a guard. He uses a gun (I'm looking forward to telling you the full story, it's funny)

Striker: A knight who is a part horse inspired by the chess piece. He uses a sword.

Frontlines: A guard who is part dog (maybe a fluffy white one) He uses a gun and I also ship him with striker.

Now for some random demons:

Duelo maestro: They're twins because of the 2 player thing. One is a witch and the other is a magician. They both use wands.

Tidal wave: A dolphin mermaid. Probably uses a trident or staff.

Congregation: Some kind of nightmare spirit or something having to do with dreams/nightmares (that idea came from the whole jumpscare meme and also because the level feels ominous and the music reminds me of a nightmare sequence) (this is the one character I don't have a weapon for yet) (he also got rejected by tidal wave once)

Limbo: The classic half angel/half devil and she uses a staff that symbolizes that. She's good friends with congregation and also hates tidal wave but I secretly ship her with tidal wave. (I'm still working on how to work the actual lore from this level like how I did with electroman adventures. These were just scattered ideas from before I read it)

Nine circles: He uses bright flashy lights and carries a scythe around (I just think the scythe would be cool)

I really hope I can draw them soon. I might also do a part two if you want to see that. Also feel free to steal these ideas or take inspiration, I don't mind ^^ I hope you enjoyed reading my silly rambles :3