#Heavan and Back

[somehow-still-here-7]

But do you know what?

Crowley is going to be so fucking drunk.

And it won't be like in the first season when he thought Aziraphale had died.

He won't be all chitty chatty crying no

He will be silent and he will have consumed a whole liquor store. He won't say a word.

No annoying bargoers or bar tenders nope.

He'll get back to his flat empty his cabinets and drink.

[opal-apples]

some of the big meta posts I've seen about good omens that people retweet with shock and awe I'm like. yeah I thought we all got that. I don't understand how you DIDNT get that. love and light

[sethsbigtits]

oh my god I love working in the back of the store jesus christ almighty

[raging-fan-human]

The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We may be taking the place of Puberty 2 as my favorite Mitski album.

[immabitqueer]

Okay but like can we talk about how Gabriel acted this season is Gabriel's default. It's how he would act without Heavan's fear mongering and threats. It's how he acts without his thousands of years of reinforced stoicism and cynicism. Without the memories of all that he's just as sweet and curious as Aziraphale was when he first started truly loving and understanding humanity. He dusts the bookshop, he waves happily and introduces himself to everyone he sets eyes on, and he loves hot chocolate.

And don't even get me started on how he's still so changed from last seasons Gabriel when he gets his memories back. Mr. "Shut your stupid mouth and die" would NEVER put his hands over his heart and positively melt at the sight of Beelzebub. He wouldn't say no to a heavenly plan. He wouldn't be so nonchalant in the face of falling. He wouldn't memorize a Buddy Holly song or drink human beer. He, over the course of three years with Beelzebub (as platonic work friends to lovers), unlearned all of that brainwashing that Gabriel has had drilled into his head for 6000 years. He realized "wherever Beelzebub is is my heaven".

Someone help me I'm having emotions

[princessbrunette]

I LOVE THAT YOU GIVE POPE LOVE BC LIKE NO ONE DOSE LIKE POPE IS SEXY AND ITS BEEN LIKE HEAVANS SINGING FROM ABOVE WITH THAT BLURD YOU WROTE WITH POPE

i just FEIN to see pope actually punnunish Bratty!reader

this is sending meeee 😭

₊˚⊹♡𐙚♡𓆪ֶָ֢

you’d been mouthing off, and usually pope was chill enough to just calm you down by distracting you. but he was tired after the previous night with the pogues, and he just wanted a day with his girl without her acting up. his patience wore thin as he leans his thick biceps infront of him, elbows on his knees as he sits on his bed, staring at you with low hung brown eyes.

“i don’t wanna do this today. quit with the attitude.” his voice is still calm and smooth despite everything. but just like an itch that needed to be scratched, you kept pushing.

“boooooo, so boring today popey.” you jeer, making him blink at you slowly. what had happened to his sweet girl? he wasn’t sure, but he knew he needed her back. asap.

he sighs out his nose before jutting his head to the corner of the room. “go stand in the corner.” he puts it simply and you grin, amused.

“what?” you ask, flukily quietening your voice just a touch.

“you heard me. you wanna act like a kid, i’m going to treat you like a kid. corner, go.” he commands and the smile melts off your face, staring for a few more seconds to make sure he was serious before you slide off the bed opposite him, walking over to the corner as he watches. you peer over your shoulder, brows all furrowed now. “keep your eyes on the wall.”

you turn back around, staring at the mathlete poster from his nerdier days in high school. you want to smile, giggle even — and make a joke at his expense, but pope really wasn’t one to punish you — so your heart was racing at this new approach.

you hear the bed creak as he climbs off, slow footsteps approaching you from behind. his shadow looms over you, and you suck in a quiet gasp when his big warm hands grace your waist. “you know i’m not with this back-talk shit. i used to let you get away with it, just because i love you. and i still do, but you’ve pushed your luck today, baby.” his voice is warm, and you find yourself melting beneath his touch. it took a minute for you to even realise he’d unpopped your button, sliding your denim skirt down along with your panties until they pool at your ankles.

“gonna need you to count. can you do that?”

you try to answer, but it comes out as a nervous shaky breath instead. “use your words.”

“yeah.”

“thats a good girl. knew you were in there. unfortunately for you, its too late. i’m still going to spank you, okay?” he communicates clearly, kindly, even gentle with you at his most irritated. you’re teary eyed, all tense as you wait for the blow. he smooths a hand over your ass cheek, getting you used to the temperate of his palm before bringing it down in a smack. you jolt with a whimper, before calling out a quiet ‘one’.

“nice. we’re gonna keep going.”

he continues to spank you, but with each spank, it gets harder — the time between each hit getting shorter until he’s got his hand on your shoulder to hold you still, delivering quick, hard slap after slap to your ass cheeks until they were raw. he lets out little minuscule grunts with each spank, and whilst you wept — in immense pain, you can’t help but shift your thighs, arousal clinging to the skin between them.

luckily for you, pope is a softie at heart— and once he’s punished you, he’s gonna make it all better and eat that cunt until you’re seeing stars, vowing to never back-chat such an angel again.

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Fair Few Questions

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.

Requests are: OPEN

“So… let me get this straight,” you say, “those are not coloured contacts… Zira, you’re an Angel, and Crowley is a Demon.” You blink as though it will clear the shock and confusion from your system. “And not as in cutesy pet names ‘Angels’ and ‘Demons.’ Real, biblical, Heaven and Hell ‘Angels and Demons.’” Oh, you might just faint if you weren’t careful.

Crowley sticks his bottom lip out thoughtfully for a moment, swishing his wine around in his glass. “‘Bout sums it up, yeah.” 

You let out an exasperated sound that’s not quite a word but not quite a formless sound either. Your hand comes up to rub at your forehead. A habit you’ve grown into. You were going to get wrinkles if you weren’t careful.

“I don’t- what do you mean,” you reply, frustration eating at your brain. “I have so many questions.” 

Aziraphale smiles comfortingly, patting his lap. They’re both sitting on a two seater lounge next to each other- Crowley splayed out in his usual fashion. You let out a little noise of protestion before immediately caving and going to lay across the two of them, head in Aziraphale’s lap. 

The headache immediately eases, and you wonder just how much Aziraphale had to do with it. Anything was possible, right? And now you were thinking about it, all of your aches and pains mysteriously disappeared when he was near. Odd, but suddenly making a whole lot more sense.

“Oh, my dear,” he coos, one hand coming up to play with your hair softly. “I know it’s hard to understand. Humans aren’t quite as aware of us as they used to be.” He looked to Crowley, who was downing some more of his wine ever-so-helpfully. “Crowley, love, do you remember back at the beginning- the Human’s recognised us as Angels and Demons by sight? It’s certainly not like that anymore.” 

“Mm, right,” Crowley replied, laying a hand over your legs and shifting them more comfortably for you onto his lap and not seeming a might bit bothered by the idea that humans did not recognise him by sight anymore. “You have questions, then?” 

You flustered for a moment, looking between the two of them. 

“Are you allowed to answer things?” You ask cautiously. You didn’t want to get them in trouble. Could they get in trouble?

“Uh, sure,” Crowley shrugged, setting his empty glass down on the side table. He propped his elbow on the back of the lounge so he could face towards you. 

“Is… God real?” You asked with another moments hesitation. 

“Oh, yes,” Aziraphale replied, a reverent look on his face. “Most definitely, I’ve spoken with her once or twice.” 

You swallowed thickly and thought you might just move on from that line of questioning. The implications of what that meant were astronomical and way too much to focus on right now. 

“Do pets go to Heavan? Oh, please say yes.” 

Crowley chuckled and gave the outside of your thigh a comforting pat. 

“Yes, love, pets go to Heavan. I believe they have a rather nice park, too,” Aziraphale smiled, brushing his thumb between your eyebrows to ease the tension there.

“And- how old are you, really, then?” 

“Oh, we’re about six thousand years old,” Crowley says tiredly. You can empathise. Six thousand years is a long time. You’d be tired, too. You rub a hand down across your face, snuggling into Aziraphale’s tummy a little. “We’ve been here since the beginning.” 

“Since the beginning? Wait- does that mean- what about the Dinosaurs?” 

Crowley looks at you with a sly grin.

“That might’ve been us, I’m afraid, love.” You eye him in a way that says what-exactly-does-that-mean? To which he laughs, and replies, “it’s a joke Humanity hasn’t got yet.” 

You groan and cover your eyes, horrified by the information that has now been shoved at you. You don’t know what to do about any of this information. 

“Oh, dear, Crowley,” Aziraphale chuckles, looking down at you with such love. “I think we might have broke our favourite human.” 

Crowley squeezes your thigh and chuckles. “Mm, unfortunate. Might have to get a new one, eh, Angel? What do you think?”

“I rather think you might be right,” the literal Angel replies softly. You glare up at the two of them between your fingers, “but I do quite like this one.”

Crowley reaches over to pull one hand away from your face, bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. You cheeks heat at the intimate look in his eyes. His, you now realise- entirely real eyes and not at all contact covered. You lose yourself in them for a moment as he rubs your knuckles, lips pressing into the skin.

“Will you tell me something?” You ask, brushing a finger over Crowley’s cheek. “Something interesting you’ve done. I’m sure six thousand years worth of stories is a lot.” 

“Mm,” Crowley replied thoughtfully. “I suppose we do. As long as it’s not the fourteenth century. I hated the fourteenth century,” he makes a face. You filed that away to ask about another time.

“Oh, I know,” Aziraphale said, cheeks about to burst with the strength of his smile. “Shall we talk about the court of Henry the eighth?”

Crowley lets out a barely contained bark of a laugh. “Oh, yes. Now that was an interesting assignment. Bit close to the fourteenth, though,” he added with a hint of a warning.

“You’ll live,” Aziraphale brushed him off as he began to tell you all the interesting tid-bits that only someone who was there at the time could tell you about. 

The three of you talked for several hours about different eras of history. You asking questions, Aziraphale being quite factual, and Crowley adding all the juicy facts and drama into the mix to keep things interesting. 

As it turned out, they had a lot of information about a lot of things, and you were looking forward to asking them questions about everything under the sun, before the sun, and everything in between. 

Heavens, you really did love them. 

And they loved you too.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hiya! I have another au for you! I'm loving our vampire rp, it's so good! I'm really enjoying it!

This one is a little different, with a darker Lucifer, which I'm really starting to love.

The idea is that after Adam and Eve were cast out, Lucifer and Lilith became extremely powerful, Lucifer could rival in power to the strongest archangels and maybe even god himself.

The idea in this is that after falling, Lucifer and Lilith blamed each other for the fall and separated. Lilith was queen of the lower rings, while Lucifer ruled the upper rings. He's more powerful than her because of his angel status, but he let's her do her own thing, as long as she's not causing trouble.

Lucifer eventually taps into the raw power of Hell, which slowly starts tainting his mind, he's still him but he can lose control sometimes. Heaven eventually starts to learn how powerful Hell is and what can happen to Lucifer and Liltih- power wise. So they start making an army, creating angels specifically for war.

Lucifer has a few angels in Heaven that speak to him in secret, angels that don't agree with Heavans rules and secretly. They keep him up to date on what Heavens up to, so he starts forging a plan after learning of the angelic army.

Once Adam and Eve die, and they arrive in Heaven. Eve starts to live her afterlife in peace, waiting for her children.

Lucifer learned of a new weapon Heaven was making, something that could control a part of Heavens power. Once he learns that new weapon will be Adam, Lucifer decides to take Adam for himself.

Luicfer manages to get himself back into heaven, without them knowing, he's shocked to see that he was completely remade, hopefully his memories were in tacked.

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Lucifer materialized in a cage-like room, he had no idea something this dark and unkempt could belong in Heaven. It made him almost uneasy.

Lucifer: why would they keep their precious first man here?

The darkness was almost suffocating, like it was affecting the air itself. The angelic steel bars still managed to shine bright, using that light, Lucifer squinted inside the cage, his eyes widened as he saw the vague outline of a body, kneeling on the floor, a chain connecting to the back wall to a silver collar around their neck.

Lucifer: Adam? Buddy, is that you? Long time no see-!

The body moved, head tilting up, and looking ahead. The scrapping of heavy chains against the stone floor made Lucifer wince a tad. Why are they using such thick chains on him? He's a human, nothing special.

Lucifer: I know we left off on a bad note! But I'd like to make it up to you~ let me help you with whatever the HELL Heaven is doing to you, huh?

Lucifer stuck his arm through the bars, smiling as the metal started to bed and melt away. His smile stopped as a giant hand reached out, and grabbed his hand. The amount of strength was impressive, Lucifer was so confused- he followed the outline of the person as they stood.

Lucifer: you're a big fuck aren't you-?

Adam: w-will you help me? I-it hurts-

Lucifer: I can see that buddy, I'll help you! But you have to do something for me~

Lucifer pulled his hand away, and straightened his outfit. It's taking a lot of his power to stay in Heaven, hidden.

Adam: y-yes sir, what do you need?

Lucifer: stop with the formalities Adam! We've been friends- well, acquaintances for years now!

Adam: I-I'm sorry sir- I don't know you, Heavens never introduced u-us-. P-please forgive me f-for not knowing you

Adam starts to collapse, but manages to catch himself against the wall. Never heard of him? Lucifer is definitely confused now. Fucking Heaven, they really think there's a good enough reason to mess with a humans memories? Why Adam? Why did the angels pick him? It doesn't matter at the moment, Lucifer needs to make his deal, let Adam fall to Hell, and set his plan into motion.

Lucifer: i- uh... never mind that right now buddy, I'll explain everything later. If you make a deal with me, I can help you!

Adam: w-what do you need from me-?

Lucifer: oh, nothing much~ just your soul~ aand your loyalty, company, body amd whatever power you have~! All for your freedom. You will cone with me, stay with me, at my home~ you'll be free Adam, free to speak your mind, do whatever you want, within reason of course- and most importantly, think for yourself.

Lucifer smiled as Adam made his way over to the edge of the cage, he was unsteady but doing a good job at staying up right. Although that chain wasn't helping. Lucifer couldn't help but gasp, as Adam's face came into what little light the bars had. His eyes were gold. Brighter than any other angels, shone like Hell fire.

Lucifer whispered: you're perfect...

Adam: I'll take your deal- please, get m-me out o-of here- please

Lucifer: of course, Adam! All you have to do, is shake my hand~

Adam watched as a clawed, black ashen hand slipped through the bars. He felt uneasy about this man- angel? He looks familiar but then he was sure he'd remember someone that looked like that.

He reaches out weakly, grabbing Lucifers hand. He jumps and is amazed by the golden light the swirls around them, he can feel it running through his veins like blood. He couldn't help but follow the golden light. His angelic chain drops off his neck, only to be replaced by a golden one. Lucifer couldn't help but think how beautiful Adam looked, covered in gold. It was really his colour.

Lucifer looked on with awe as he saw Adam fully. His golden wings rested weakly against the floor, his eyes wide with that curiosity that Lucifer loved so much. He couldn't help but glare as he saw the cuts and bruises that littered his body and how thin he looked. He was definitely taller, but surely Heaven would feed the man.

Lucifer: great! Now, the fun part~

Adam stood back as Lucifer began to melt the steel cage.

Lucifer: there~. Now, we must be quick, we do t want any extra company, do we~?

Adam: n-no sir-

As Adam began to limp out of the cage, he stopped as Lucifer put his hand on his chest, forceful enough to push him back slightly.

Lucifer: now, none of that 'sir' thing Addie~. Even though I am now your king, I was your friend first. Do you know my name?

Adam tried to think of a name, his head started to pound, like he was reaching into some void.

Adam: n-no- I- Agh! It hurts to t-think- to remember

Lucifer glared at the flood, fucking Heaven. He smiled up at Adam, it wasn't his fault.

Lucifer: my name is Lucifer, the king of Hell~! But that last bit isn't important right now, let's go Adam.

Adam grabbed Lucifer's hand, and they walked to the middle of the room, he felt so safe with Lucifer. His hand felt perfect in his, like they were made to be together. Adam couldn't stop looking at him, he was beautiful. He's never seen eyes so red, or skin so smooth. He couldn't help but be fascinated by his clothes-

Lucifer: hold on tight Addie~ I won't drop you, but I need you to hold on

The floor underneath the. Burned to life, a burning circle with strange lettering appeared. Just as Adam was taking it in, he felt a gust of wind made him cover his eyes. When he opened, he was amazed to see Lucifers white and red wings, three sets of them! He's only seen a few angels with multiple sets of wings, but none were as beautiful as Lucifers. Adam couldn't help but reach out and graze a feather with his finger.

Lucifer: you'll get a good touch when we get home Addie~ now, say goodbye to the angels~

Fire from the circle surrounded them, the heat was almost unbearable.

The next thing Adam knew; they were falling.

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The whole idea is a battle between Heaven and Hell. Lucifer is super possessive of Adam, originally using him as a weapon to help him bring down and take control of Heaven. But Lucifer can't help but start having feelings from Eden resurface, it's either a blessing or a curse that Adam doesn't remember anything. Maybe he can make the first man fall for him again, and they can rule over Hell and Heaven together.

Hopefully this is interesting in someway 💀

Okay- bye!

Oh this is SUPER INTERESTING!!! How do you come up with this stuff it's amazing. Also, I love possessive Lucifer lol

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Adam saw a world bathed mainly in different hues of red, even the sky was red with a giant star.

What was this place?

Lucifer was torn between watching where he was flying and looking at Adams face that was filled with curiosity trying to figure out where the Hell he was.

Literally Hell.

Lucifer dipped down and made a way towards Morningstar Manor and he touched down lightly at the front of the house as he held Adam close.

Lucifer: Let's get you settled in okay? You know, before the physical changes catch up with you and wipe you out.

Adam didn't know what he was talking about but he didn't really care. He was finally out of that cage to never be chained up like an animal ever again.

Lucifer took him inside, first to the kitchen so the poor man could get something to fucking eat. It looked like he hadn't eaten since he died.

He got his chef to cook a lavish meal for Adam to make sure the first man was full.

Adam: Thank you...

Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair, loving how soft the brown strands were.

Lucifer: You'll need your strength.~

[charryflavoredblood]

Far too gone to get out, Far too sane to disappear.

I wrote this for my lovely friend, Maki (@dazai-ritualist) and her yandere Alastor au which I swear is my favorite thing ever. She's literally the sweetest thing ever and if you like yandere Alastor, you will be in heavan. Please please follow and read the series. I swear you won't regret it!!!

"I find that the harder you seem to grip, the more you seem to drop, my love."

Alastor had been quiet the past few days. That was…never good. If he was quiet, it meant he needed to be in deep thought…and if he needed to be in deep thought, you were royally fucked.

Today had been no different. You had woken up late, You went down to the kitchen, where your son and Alastor sit in the wooden breakfast nook that you and Alastor had built together before…all of this.

Everything was normal…

That was bad.

“Mama! Hi! Good morning! Papa-” Noah gets up to run over to you like he always would when he woke up before you in the hotel…you smile fondly. It was almost like you were back home…almost like you were normal.

“Alright, Dear. Let’s let mama wake up now, shall we?”

But of course, Alastor just had to crush that. You frown and walk towards your cabinets…the beautiful light green ones you had once taken such care of before…this.

Your husband hands you a cup of coffee, smiling soft enough to not alert Noah but with far too much of an edge to be sweet.

You almost turn as green as your cabinets and throw up. You don’t, though. Not in front of Noah. You’d seen parents argue and you wouldn’t let your son go through that.

Part of you knew it wasn’t arguing, it was survival but that part had long since been silenced.

“The station is having a late start today…something about the end of lent or something to that effect. Never-the-matter, it gave me time to cook this morning. I haven’t had time to cook for him yet.” Alastor gestured to Noah, to which your little boy beamed, just like you had when your marriage had been friendly…platonic…perfect.

Oh how you longed for the days where you’d leave each other alone. Where your house was safe. Where you could do whatever you so wished. Where you could not only not be afraid but also joyful. Where you could be happy.

Because you weren’t happy. Not anymore. From what you’ve read, you were very clearly struggling with depression. However, you knew that seeing a shrink wasn’t an option for you. 

Yeah, no. You weren’t going to give Alastor the chance to say “Mama’s not crazy, my dear, don’t listen to the people down the street…She’s just a little unwell in the head right now. Now smile, she wouldn’t want to see you sad.” To your son. That was not fucking happening.

Alastor looked at you, smiling like the sick, sadistic monster he was.You were stuck. He knew that. He knew that you were in your own head more so than you should, especially when Noah was at school.

He knew you didn’t have anything to keep yourself busy with, hell, he basked in that fact. The fact that you were slowly losing all drive to fight and just accept this was like music to his ears.

You were running out of people to talk to. Running out of neighbors to ask for sugar when you very clearly had a perfectly fine bag in your cupboard.

You were running out of sanity.

Day-by-day, you were slowly becoming more-and-more malleable, more-and-more agreeable, more-and-more lonely, more-and-more unstable. 

You were becoming what he wanted.

And may god or whatever else is out there help you find a way out before it was too late.

[bleucaesura]

WAITING TO WANT YOU LESS - 3 / ?

Blitzø leaned his forehead against the bathroom door and cursed all of hell and creation. How could he let Loona see him like that? He was supposed to be the grown up. He was supposed to have his shit together. And after the disaster at Beelzebub’s party…

Fuck…

Blitzø turned his back to the door and slid to the floor, head in his hands.

Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK!

He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them. He buried his face as deep as it would go.

What the fuck was he doing? Wasting a whole fucking day running around like an idiot ‘apologizing’ to a bunch of fucktards he didn’t give two shits about - just because he’d been too fucking scared to say what he was feeling this morning. Or fucking last night in Stolas’s bedroom…

Blitzø dug his claws into his shoulders, the stinging pain grounding him and steadying his breaths.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He muttered to his navel, face buried in his arms.

After a few more minutes wallowing on the floor, Blitzø got up and slunk over to the mirror and sink. He splashed water on his face and peeked up at his pathetic visage.

“Fucking disgrace…” He snarled and flicked water at his reflection. He swallowed back the burning tears and stared blankly into the middle distance.

Why couldn’t he believe anyone could possibly love him? Had Stolas’s confession really been that much of a shock? He was fucking lying to himself if he said it was.

Yeah Stolas was always acting like a thirsty bitch, but he was always reaching out, making an effort… Blitzø had just refused to believe it meant anything other than a means to an end. Because, how could he possibly be worth anything more than his body? Especially to a prince..?

Stolas’s words echoed in his head. “Why would I allow everyone to see how much I like you? How much I’ve tried so fucking hard to spend time with you, to support you? You don’t owe me those things… but you can’t just ignore all that.”

And yet he had… Blitzø had ignored all that…

He’d spent so many heavan forsaken years plowing his way through hell and fucking anyone who looked his way, that he’d forgotten how to let himself truly care for anyone. He drowned his pain in shallow pleasures, and wasn’t ashamed to use his charm to get what he wanted. Others’ feelings be damned. Because everyone was out for themselves. No one cared about him. So he wouldn’t care about anyone ever again...

Tears streamed down Blitzø’s cheeks and suddenly he felt very dirty. Like all the years of his careless philandering had left him soiled, rotten - unworthy.

His heart pounded in his chest like a frantic animal trying to break free of its cage. Without realizing it, he’d begun to claw at himself, trying to tear off his clothes as quickly as possible. He had to get the filth off. He needed to be clean.

It took too painfully long to strip. He wasn’t even out of his pants and boots before he had the shower on and was crawling in, one pant leg and boot still clinging on as he tumbled into the tub. He clambered up, threw the last vestiges of clothes off, and cranked the shower to scalding hot. He grabbed a scrubber, usually reserved for getting under his and Loona’s claws, and began to rake it over his skin.

Blitzø sobbed ragged tears and scrubbed at his skin. He felt like every inch of him was covered in filth and it needed to be scraped from his body; his soul. Maybe if he cleaned deep enough, he’d be good enough for Stolas. Maybe if he got rid of all the disgusting parts of himself, he could start over…

Maybe.

Maybe…

Blitzø scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was raw; until he was curled up and sobbing on the tub floor; until the water ran ice cold and swirled with his bloody ichor down the shower drain.

*****

[jockw]

I have something I must confess.

That I am a fraud, a liar, a dirty bastard.

I forgot to make a note that I'm officially back on A03 😔

Anyways shout-out to Neverwhorebitches on A03 for the lovely reminder 😊

I'll post real slow however, but stay warned and aware about these existing fics;

Your Not So Typical College (multi ship)

Locked Out Of Heavan (Lennabel)

Just Because You Love It?! (Ira's fanfic)

Reason is unknown.

[freezingmcxn]

Hii moon, I don’t know if you have answered this question before, I literally became obsessed with your AU, but I wanted to know, what inspired you to create your AU? Any media or any movie?

Hello!!! Ahh you’re obsessed with it?? really?? 😭😭 that makes me so happy to be honest. There’s a lot more asks I’m working on rn that give a lot more information, they should be out over the next few days.

Back to the main question..

I constantly felt like there was more stuff that could be done with the creepypasta’s other than shoving them in a mansion and saying, “it’s funny, make it work!”

It was genuinely just me trying to make a creepypasta world that made sense in my head, I didn’t really have much inspiration for the AU itself.

I will say, Ethel Cains album “Preachers Daughter” , helped my ideas involving the “aesthetic” and some character backstories (Toby).

But, for my depictions of characters?

Absolutely, lots of inspiration!

I get inspiration from my favourite movies and true crime cases!!

For example:

You might notice my Slenderman is similar to Penneywise from IT, he feeds off fear and has a cycle.

Jeff The Killer has a similar personality to Patrick Hockstetter (IT) and Alex DeLarge (Clockwork Orange), his killing style is similar to Art The Clown from Terrifier.

Toby Rogers personality is based around Chucky’s (Child’s play) personality! His demeanour is loosely based on Man In The Mask/Scarecrow (The Strangers.)

David Newton is based off Charles Manson. His cult is similar to Heavans Gate (the ascension).

[just-jae]

Hazbin Hoetl 5-6

Spoiler warning!

Not gonna lie, at first I was cringing a bit at Lucifer. I was expecting him the have, like, grace and baddie energy. but he's talking to himself pretending to show off rubber ducks to a crowd.

And of all the potential dynamics he and Al could have had, competing father figures was NOT on my mind at all dude. Al? Dad?

But, I watched these last two episodes a couple (okay maybe several) times over and, it's really growing on me. It was definitely the predeveloped impressions getting in the way of really enjoying these characters. Even the irks I had about Alastor aren't really irks anymore, especially with "Dad beat Dad having much better animation and a banger number for Al (seriously wtf he's horrific in this episode)--

"Could you butt out of my song?"

"Your song? I started this!"

"I'm singing it, I'll finish it!"

Before, I was seeing it as how well they pull off my (and arguably the long simmering fandom's) idea of these characters instead of how well the characters as they actually are are told. So many people thought this show would be a super serious deep dive on Christianity and commentary on religion itself. But at this point, it really feels like Heavan and Hell are metaphores. They focus a lot more on personal issues like relationships, coping mechanisms, flaws like nievety, displaced senses of self worth, etc.

Charlie's idea of what "gets people into heaven" is naive and brochure-like. Adam gave a literal list of three items that seemed overly simplistic (and turned out to be wrong).

But at least they had some idea about it. The higher angels themselves had no clue whatsoever, their only concern was preserving the status quo. And even when things are called to question they fall back to old ways just bc they're scared to change anything. Sera didn't have any malice toward Hell, she just doesn't want to make things worse, having Angels fall, have Hell attack Earth or Heaven, have more evil spread, by changing things.

Getting a better idea of what all of this is about makes it so much easier to appreciate things I initially was put off by. It just has a context that it fits into now.

Lucifer being this disillusioned depressed dork with "yeaaaah, No." energy fits into what we've seen of heavenly culture (uncanny innocence, annoying teen pop-culture energy, being perfectionist yet blind to their own flaws)

And The "Hell's Great Dad" song really broke the ice, especially when Mimzy busted in singing ITS MEEEEEEE-- like

Love her. I wasn't expecting to see Mimzy AT ALL since she was removed from the main cast. And after seeing people talk about her and how they were wondering about her, it definitely felt like popping in the way she did was a response to that. Even I was wondering bc you don't just drop a former love interest for a character like Alastor, but still have them show up in the pilot-- I wanted to see Mimzy lol.

like literally:

"It's MEEE, It's MEEE,

I know you were all waiting for MEEEE!

I'm Here, what a GAAAS,

Took a while but I'm here at LAAST"

Like, im sorry but I felt like she was pointing at me personally, not the other characters, and that was hilarious.

It's so random but doesn't feel out of place at all somehow. The tensions were already super high, so a random screaming woman busting in with even higher energy is like-- wtf?? :'D??

She was a blast the entire time tho, and actually tied into the reoccurring theme of only reaching out to someone so they can do something for you.

It also definitely pinched a side of Alastor, irritating that he does apparently NEED to be there, there's some obligation he actually has to the hotel, or at the very least some stakes to not holding things together, not bc he defended the hotel but bc he specifically says "I can't have that here" , he also doesn't refute the claims Mimzy makes about him. Al clearly adores her and isn't surprised by her antics at all yet still tells her to leave. With the mention of Alastor's "leash" in the same episode BC of Mimzy was just such a great way to use her character. A fun entrance, thematic relevance, and a great plot device to reveal more about Alastor's situation and motives.

Like I said, at first the food tasted cold. I was thinking to myself "Eh, nothing really that crazy ig" but the more I watch the episodes and get over whatever my expectations were, the more I enjoy what's there.

Like, at first I was thinking, "Oh no Lucy's another akward dork, a normie, a loooooserr" (not that being an akward dork or a normie is bad but those were the vibes I was giving off, I'm sorry)

But I keep watching "Hell's Greatest Dad" and NOW it's like

LOOK AT HIM< LOOK AT HIM GO

Like, he's fugghing adorable with the "WAP BAP BOOM"

the puppets and the circus imagery, and just the innocent unmalicious enthusiasm. He's stumbling around over barely knowing his daughter and is now sprinting to make up for being so absent-- and even that absence is implied to be due to chronic depression and pining, missing heaven and having to live in hell forever, not only being the one who supposedly created it by accident, but tried and failed to fix it, even having his own theme park ripped off by a deadly Sin. The show calls it out bluntly, but despite his cheery tone and, yeaaah, no, yeaaah, no" attitude, they did a great job showing that his depression manifested in detachment and disinterest. It sucks for the people it effects but it also sucks to be the one who dropped the ropes in your relationships.

So seeing him brjghtenup and glow over just helping his Charlie put her hotel together was great. He feels useful and wanted again. And imo it's a double edge sword as well if Lucy feels like he has to be useful to be a decent dad.

So, idk. I guess I do want to see how he handles trying to be in Charlie's life again, especially since, at this point Alastor knows and has supported her more than he ever has-- despite the rough beginning and the mockery. (Also Lilith's face being faded out was sus af)

I'm convinced that in Al's case it's definitely not from a genuine place, at least, we still have no reason to believe it is. He was glaring at Lucy as soon as he walked in, and the nearly every comment on how great his relationship with Charlie is was also a jab to piss off Lucy instead of a genuine expression.

A performance, in short.

Still, the fact that someone who's only just met Charlie has a better relationship with her than her father has got to suck to realize if you're the father.

Also-- the scene at the club-- I was pretty mixed about it, like, doing drugs, itself isn't bad-- it can be unhealthy and it can put others at risk if you're resigning your cognizance and self control for the sake of coping with stress-- so it can very easily enable bad things, especially if you become addicted, so,imo is pretty wreckless and definitely a vice. But it doesn't make you a bad person.

But then again angels also seem to think premarital sex and promiscuity is bad too. (Promiscuity puts you at risk for disease, and like drugs can be driven by vices, but, again, the thing itself isn't bad and can still be a healthy practice when it comes from a healthy place)

I'm genuinely proud of Angel for actually growing though, seeing him take care of Nifty and protect her from Val got me on the "Fuck em up" energy. It's always great to see a group of friends watching out for eachother when they know there's a danger to what they're doing-- ESPECIALLY when one of them is new to it all. That's why if you ARE going to do drugs or drink or whatever, definitely don't do it alone or without someone you trust with your safety.

And also never feel like you have to do those things to maintain relationships, some people feel like it would be an insult to imply they dont trust someone or just for being disinterested in their offer. And, frankly there are people who will prey on that.

That was just a great scene. It had some flaws, but was still great.

Also--

PENTIOUS

I HATE

BROTHERMAN MADE ALL THE MISTAKES.

"Bc I'M HAVING SEX WITH EVERY--"

THATS NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY YOU FUCK

Also, not gonna lie but Sera's got me like

Its been a while since I've been down bad for a femenine character.

She is beauty, she is grace~

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FP9's Roaring Out of Ashdown por Isaac Fulford Por Flickr: KCS B-KCLR has just stopped in the small town of Ashdown, Arkansas, to let a few people off, and is now floating along at 60mph leaving town. The combined KCS and CP business train was in the middle of a multi-day run to show chief executives of Kansas City Southern and Canadian Pacific Railroads the main line from Kansas City, Mo, to the border crossing with KCSM at Laredo, TX. David Perkins and I followed the train from Heavaner, Oklahoma, to Sugar Land, Texas over two days this past week. On the way north we saw this stretch of track and David suggested pacing may be a good idea through here. He was right... We both ended up with some great shots of the business train as they left town, and quickly got back up to track speed. Thanks again to David for taking us up. This was one for the books with the beautiful KCS business train down the line. Thanks for looking and enjoy!

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A woman- not a girl, despite how short she is and how round her face is, a woman- is driving along a secluded concrete road. Miles and miles of sand stretch on either side of the asphalt, but the woman only has eyes for the tiny speck in the distance. The speck in question is not really a speck, but a town. A town in the middle of the desert, with the tallest building being the radio tower smack dab in the center of it.

But the woman doesn't know that.

Her only objective is to get there.

She turns on the radio, the static clearing into the local radio station. She couldn't tell you when she switched it to a different station. But soon enough the static dissipates, and she's distracted by the radio host's mesmerizing drawl.

"It is a wonderful day in NightVale, and you are a terrible priest."

The woman snorts in derision. She figures this to be some sort of radio show, a story, a novel put to audio as some sort of promotion.

She'd be incorrect.

"You don't know how you got here. In fact, you can't really remember much other than stumbling through the doors of a church, the burden of a metal cross stretching across your back. You remember bleeding. But now, somehow you're here. And, naturally, as a priest in an abandoned church- because obviously it's abandoned, there aren't any other people in it, is there?- you get to work on redeeming the old place.

"You sweep out the dirt and sand, you clean the windows until you can see how the sand glints the reflection of sunlight. You find where the parish must've stayed, the beds dusty and covered with a fine film of sand, but after sweeping it off you find yourself satisfied. You place your burden where the cross of Jesus should be, figuring that's where it should stay. You've no real use for it after all, not now.

"Then you sit in the pews, and stare out the window. And you pray.

"But not to your god, no, because you're a terrible priest and you know it. You haven't prayed to that bastard since you were five and still believed in him.

"No, you pray to something so much, much more real. You pray to an angel with scars spanning across his skin, one of god's holy seraphim cast down from heavan unjustly. You pray to impossibly blue eyes, you pray to steady hands and the safety of a flashing gun. You pray to that smile, not the one he gives everyone else but the one he gives you. The small one that lacks the emptiness, the one you can see in his eyes.

"And as you pray, you hum that most sacred of hymns you'd only heard from your angel briefly;"

The static interrupts softly.

Another voice interrupts, this one with a gravelled, soft undertone. It's reverent.

"So…."

[cryptid-in-your-walls]

Hi i have feelings about the umbrella academy season four

ONE

IT LITERALLY JUST CREATED MORE PLOTHOLES THAN IT SOLVED

TWO

YOU HAD TO GIVE FIVE A ROMACE ARC WHAT THE SHITTTT HE WAS HEVALY AROACE CODED AND LILA OF ALL PEOPLE WHYYY THE AGE DIFFERENCE IS PROBLEMATIC EITHER WAY YOU PULL IT BODILY HES 19 NINETEEN LILA IS LIKE FOURTY AND MENTALLY HES LIKE SIXTY TO SEVENTY

THREE

THIS IS ALSO PROBLEMATIC FOR LILA SHES BI CODED MAKING THE BI CHARACTER CHEAT ON HER HUSBAND ENFORCES PROBLEMATIC STEREOTYPES

FOUR

BACK TO FIVE WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIS CHARACTER LIKE BRUH THE SASS THE BARELY RESTRAINED ANGER HIS CHARACTER IS SO WATERED DOWN AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT HE JUST SETTLED DOWN TO WORK FOR THE CIA WTFFF WILD MAVERICK FIVE FIVE OF ALL PEOPLE AND HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE RIBBONS’ KEEPER TATTOO HUHHH NO AND THEY FORGOT HIS WHOLE THING WAS SAVING HIS FAMILY NOT THE WORLD HIS FAMILY

FIVE

BEN LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS SEASON THEY DID HIM SO DIRTY LITERALLY FORCING HIM TO BECOME THE MONSTER HE SO FEARED HAVING HIM ISOLATE HIMSELF FROM THE REST OF THE UMBRELLAS LIKE HE MAY HAVE BEEN FROM A DIFFERENT TIMELINE BUT THEYRE STILL FAMILY

SIX

LUTHER LIKE WRF THE WHOLE POINT OF THE ENDING OF SEASON THREE WAS THAT MAYBE WE CAN FIND SLOANE AND THE SPARROWS AND WE JUST DIDNT LIKE I GET THAT THEY LOST THIER POWERS BUT HE JUST NEVER EVEN LOOKS LIKE HUH AND THEY FUCKED HIM UP SO HARD LIKE THIS HAS BEEN ON A DOWNTREND SINCE THEY FOUND OUT HE WAS SENT TO THE MOON FOR NO REASON LIKE STOP HAVING HIS CHARACTER BE. Him BEING MORE USELESS THAN HE THOUGH HE WAs

SEVEN

KLAUS THIS ONE IS STRAIGHT UP HOMOPHOBIC AND JUST THE WHOLE THING WITH HIM AND ALLISON WHAT IT WAS DIEGO WHO WAS THERE ALWAYS NOT HER WHATTTT BUT LIKE HAVING HIM BE STRAIGHT UP SEX TRAFFICED AND PLAYING IT OFF AS ANOTHER FUNNY SIDE PLOT AND HIM BEING COMPLETELY UNAFFECTED BY HIS PTSD BOTH FROM HARGREEVES AND THE WAR HUHHH LIKE THATS JUST SO SHITTY DAN IS STRAIGHT UP JUST GONE AND HES BEING FORCED TO GET POSSESSED THEN VOILATED AND JUST FUCK THIS SHOWWWW

EIGHT

THE ENDING HAVING THEM BE THE CAUSE OF THE END AND HAVING THEM SACRIFICE THEMSELVES SO THEY JUST CEASED TO EXIST BECAUSE OF THE MARIGOLD THE MARIGOLD SYMBOLIZES THEIR TRAUMA INFLICTED ON THEM BY HARGREAVES BY HAVING THAT BE THE THING THAT KILLS THEM THATS BASICALLY LIKE SAYING YOUR TRAUMA IS THE PROBLEM AND IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU NEVER EVEN EXISTED LIKE THIS SHOW STARTED AS A METAPHOR FOR CHILDREN WITH SEVERE TRAUMA THATS SO SHIT

NINE

THE ONE TRUE TIMELINE THING IS SO BULLSHIT TOO LIKE IT LITERALLY JUST BEING A PARK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH ALL THE VILLANS AND CHARACTERS JUST CASUALLY GETTING ALONG ITS AN OBVIOUS METAPHOR FOR HEAVAN AND LIKE BRUH WHY IS IT ALWAYS LIKE JUST AND THEY ALL GET ALONG IN HEAVEN LILE NO THAT COMPLETELY CANCELS OUT ALL THE CHARACTER ARCS NONE OF THIS EVEN MATTERS ANYMORE ITS. ENTIRELY BULLSHIT MOOT POINT

I have much more to say but i kinda feel like shit rn so I’ll update later

On the other hand the five deli thing was kinda funny