#seraphims are a concept i like exploring

[officialmiintee]

one piece / a what could have been scenario that has been rotting in my brain for a while! Creative notes under!

[dw-writes]

Angelic Rip Off - Hazbin Hotel

AN: Okay, so, this is just like....a testing concept I guess? something that came to mind after talking over theories and such with @lpwrites about what's going on, and i thought this would be a fun reader to explore! i dunno if it's gonna be a series, but at least its something fun to maybe add to. this part here i guess serves as the...set up?? if you're curious about anything that happens in it, lemme know and I'll expand - i just threw this together at midnight so...yeah :D lemme know what you think Contains my own headcanons Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Spoilers

A million thoughts went through your head when you spotted Lilith being escorted into Heaven.

The first was of Lucifer. Most of them were of Lucifer, if you were being honest with yourself. How he wasn’t with her, which meant he was alone, which meant something went really fucking wrong if she was in Heaven on her own. Though not alone, which as your next though as you trailed after her and the angels that escorted her – fucking Adam was there, chattering away about something you couldn’t hear from the distance.

That made it double bad.

You were so caught up in your thoughts about what Lilith being in Heaven meant that you didn’t realize you were being too loud. Lute whipped around, glaring as she barred your way from continuing forward.

You stopped short. “Move,” you demanded.

“No.”

“I think you forget your place, which isn’t in front of me, so fucking move.”

“How about you eat shit and stop fucking following us.”

“Excuse me?”

Adam appeared behind her like a cursed shadow, the grin of his mask far more disturbing than it should’ve been. “Is there a problem here?” he asked, gripping Lute’s shoulders to move her. He shifted as he did, giving you a glimpse of Lilith entering an elevator far down the road, with Sera at her shoulder.

The angel’s eyes widened as her gaze locked with yours before the doors slid shut.

Lute stepped to one side of you. Adam, the other.

The silence that pressed in from the street finally told you how you saw something you shouldn’t have been able to see. You exhaled slowly, closing your eyes.

The days following were a blur – it didn’t matter that you’d spun the cosmos into existence, that you’d had an impeccable record for thousands of years, or that you didn’t actually fucking do anything – you were dragged in front of the angelic council with claims of rebellion. Adam and Lute provided testimony that you’d been conspiring to overthrow the seraphim and install yourself in their place, that your age and knowledge of the universe gave you more right to head it than anyone else.

Sera looked you dead in the eye as she found you guilty and dropped you from Heaven.

You landed in the immaculate front yard of one of the Goetia. It took months for him to help you heal correctly – your wings were a disaster for longer than that, all six of them shattered from the fall – but Stolas was happy to assist you, especially when your hand in creating something he loved about the world came to light.

He was less than thrilled when you told him that you needed an audience with Lucifer once you were fully healed almost a year after you crashed.

“Um, no,” he said, turning away from you, releasing the wing he’d been helping you to stretch.

You fluttered the appendage as it settled against your back with the other five, frowning at his statement. “Why not?” you asked. You stood. “You’re a prince of Hell. You’re more than qualified to ask for an audience – it’s practically standard right? You have meetings all the time.”

“Well, yes, of course we do, it’s required to ensure Hell runs smoothly,” he said as he turned back to you. You arched an eyebrow. “As smoothly as it can,” he corrected.

“So, what’s the problem?” you demanded, “I need to speak to him, and I have no foothold here, I have no power. You can sponsor me!”

“I can,” he agreed. He rubbed his claws together, glancing over his shoulder as he quickly waved them at you – keep your voice down.

You crossed your arms, folding into yourself as you perched on the edge of the bed. You were a secret to his wife – one he shared with his very curious daughter. He’d been terrified the day Octavia had stumbled upon you stashed away in one of the many rooms of the mansion, but you’d charmed her with your stories of the stars and galaxies that existed beyond Hell, and his worry had faded. “Why won’t you?” you whispered.

“When’s the last time an angel fell from Heaven, hm?” he asked as he gently sat next to you.

You pressed your wings tighter to your back. “That’s the whole point – that’s why I need to speak with him,” you murmured. You look up at your friend, whose wide red eyes stare at you with obvious concern. “Please, Stolas. I wouldn’t be asking for such a large favor if it wasn’t important.”

He rubbed his claws together again. “If you leave, you won’t be able to come back here,” he sighed. He leaned against his knees with a guilty slump to his shoulders. “It’s far too dangerous to sneak you in a second time,” he explained.

“I know,” you replied, “I wouldn’t want you to trouble yourself again for me. You’ve done far too much as it is.”

He smiled. “You’re my friend, my dear. I’d move stars for you, if I could.”

“I’d move them for you again,” you replied with a smile.

“You’ll visit, though?” he asked after a long moment of silence, “If all goes well.”

“Well, I can’t really leave Hell, Stolas,” you said, “And you’re my friend. Of course I’ll visit you.”

His feathers fluffed, and he smiled.

He didn’t hesitate in making the meeting after that. He made sure that it sounded urgent, said, “It cannot wait, sir, the sooner that we can meet, the better.”

You vaguely heard the reply of, “I have time this afternoon.”

Stolas escorted you, making sure that you would be alright once you were done, ensured that you knew multiple places that you could stay if Lucifer didn’t open his doors to you.

He hugged you before you entered the gates of Lucifer’s palace. You returned it fiercely, and promised to call him before the day was done. He passed you off to an imp waiting nearby, insisting that you were attending the meeting in his place, and disappeared.

You were led inside without a word.

The imp scurried off once you were led into the parlor, leaving you to look around the room unsupervised. There were large portraits with a very familiar Lucifer and equally familiar Lilith, and a young woman you didn’t recognize. There were plenty of apple motifs around the room, balancing out the wallpaper covered in patterns of long trees. It was a lovely parlor, and you wondered how much of it was Lucifer’s decorating or Lilith’s.

Though, if she had left him in Hell, you weren’t sure you cared too much about her decorating choices.

“Prince Stolas,” came a bored but familiar drawl, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You turned to the door that the imp had disappeared through. He hadn’t changed. He looked a bit taller than when you’d last seen him, though he had been dragged through the very empty streets of heaven at that time. He was dressed sharper, but didn’t wear a smile until he finally looked up from the floor to meet your gaze.

Then he froze.

Lucifer didn’t know what to say when he saw you in his palace. There was supposed to be a gangly owl Goetia standing in his parlor, not an angel, and especially not one he’d been ashamed to say he missed over the last ten thousand years. He hadn’t seen you since the day before his fall. You’d both watched the stars you had worked so hard to make move across the sky as you talked about what you both hoped the world would be, and he told you about Lilith, and Eve, and the Garden, and joked about Adam.

“I know,” he remembered you saying, “You told me when it happened, Luci.”

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for being excited!” he’d replied. He’d sighed, leaned into your shoulder, and wistfully told you how beautiful she was. And you had told him how happy you were for him.

No, he thought as he sluggishly moved forward, eyes scanning over your face. No, the last time he’d see you was when you’d been running after him while the angels had dragged him before the council.

He whispered your name as he got closer, glancing at the door behind you, then laughed nervously. “Is this a joke?” He moved around you, staying close to the wall of the parlor as he inched towards the door. “Lil?” he laughed again, “You playin’ a prank? You come home and bring me an old friend?”

“Luci,” you whispered.

“No, no, no,” he said, shaking the apple atop his cane at you. “You’re not supposed to be here!” he trills, turning back to you, “You’re supposed to be in Heaven! You’re supposed to be there—”

“Where Lilith is?” you cut in.

He audibly swallowed.

You moved towards him, stopping short when he backed up against the wall. “They kicked me out, Luci,” you said with a sigh, “About a year ago, I saw Lilith up there, and I questioned it, and they put me in front of the council and kicked me out.”

Lucifer all but lunged towards you, dropping his cane as he gripped your arms. “You saw her? Is she alright? Did they hurt her?”

You squeezed his arms with a frown. “No, she was fine. Sera was escorting her somewhere, what?” your frown deepened, “Why was she there in the first place, Luci? What happened?”

His grip on your arms tightened for a moment. Turning, he guided you towards a couch set near the fireplace in the parlor. He moved for you to sit, then fell into the spot next to you.

“Heaven asked for a meeting,” he sighed, pulling his hat from his head, “Said that they were worried that, with our growing number of Sinners, we would start a rebellion.”

“What?” you asked. You shook your head. “That’s never come up. Who…”

“Sera,” he said, slumping, “And Adam, of course, can’t keep his nose out of people’s business.” He fiddled with the snake on the edge of his hat. It slithered, it’s head resting on his hand. “They wanted to come down and do a mass extermination. Wipe out,” he paused, his breath hitching in his throat, “Wipe out everyone. From the imps to the sins.”

“That would change the face of Earth,” you said, shaking your head, stuttering over your worlds, “That would change everything.”

“We know,” he whispered. He scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “We made a deal. All of the hellborn would be safe from the extermination,” he said. He smiled, weakly, looking up at you, “We have a child, you know. A girl. Her name’s Charlie, and she’s amazing.”

You blinked slowly. Your heart twisted in your throat at the news, realizing why the girl in the portraits looked so familiar, but you smiled and whispered, “You’ll tell me all about her, I’m sure,” followed by, “She went in exchange.”

“Lilith did, yeah,” he replied, “Said that we couldn’t just include Charlie in the deal, we had to include everyone. She’s attached to them all, like they’re her own children, too.”

You sat back, sliding your hands over your face as you sighed, “Because she’s the mother of all demons.”

“Exactly,” he groaned. He flopped back next to you, allowing the snake to crawl over his fingers. “So, she’s there. Collateral or…a hostage, I dunno. She offered herself up. Not that there was a choice, there was no fucking way they were letting me back in under any circumstances.” He slumped. “I’m glad you’re here, though,” he said with a small smile, “I’ve missed you, starlight.”

You leaned against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, too, sunshine,” you whispered. You held your hand out for the golden snake to investigate. “I’m here now, you know. I’ll help you however I can.”

“Thank you,” he replied. You both watch the snake wrap around your wrists in lazy circles. “I’ve made, like, a shit ton of rubber ducks ever since Lilith left. You wanna see them?” he suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Is this because you can’t see the ducks on Earth?” you asked with a slow smile.

“Obviously. I worked so hard on them, I’m fucking furious that I can’t see them," he scoffed, shifting, a large pout on his face, "And there’s no ducks here, I can’t get them to thrive, it’s annoying.”

You snorted. Gently pulling your hand free from the snake, you patted Lucifer’s knee and stood. “Show me your ducks,” you stated, “And tell me all about Charlie.”

[bee-ina-boat]

heres a collection of concept art for the rest of the entities for the mythos au!! if you're wondering where the eye is, they've been drawn already!

they are all FAR from done. keep in mind these are all just my initial concepts and i plan to do in-depth design sheets as i go to explore their designs more.

IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE THESE DESIGNS PLEASE THROW EM AT ME- MY ANON IS OPEN AND I READ TAGS I DONT CARE JUST!!!! GIMME!!!!!

(also au context: the magnus mythos is an au where the entities are all gods, similar to various religious mythology, rather than paranormal entities that feed on fear)

design thoughts for each of them under the cut

The Web - God of Fate (she/it): im pretty happy with her design atm, shes meant to be a half spider half woman thing and i love that for her. shes probably the one ive thought the most on so far given her importance to the story. i want her to wear silks and shiny silver jewelry that just sparkles like wet spiderwebs do, not sure if im gonna keep the veil?

The Dark - God of the Dark (she/he/it): probably my weakest concept at the moment. it doesnt do the dark any justice. i mean i like the cloak idea but i want them to be very tendrilly, all consuming, shadowy, but i dont know how to properly portray them :/

The Desolation - God of Destruction and Fire (they/it): i have a neat vision for them! i want them to be made of coal and ash and smoke, to be burning and glowing on the inside, and their body is decorated with melted wax to look like clothes. not quiiiiiite sure about how their melty candle dress is now? i want it to be less constrictive

The Stranger - God of the Unknown and the Whimsical (he/she/they/it): it's meant to be this. weird wirey creature hidden behind masks and a lot of fabrics, like the framework of a poseable plush doll? i like the way the masks look but im not so sure about the body.

The Vast - God of the Above (she/he/they/it): im not so sure about his design at all im gonna be real. i want them to look like the atmosphere and be covered in clouds and have mountains for feet and an ocean cape but i feel like it might be a bit?? idk??? im just not that happy with it :/

The End - God of Death and Time (they/it): ugh i love this concept sm, making death read as less scary and more divine is so fun. theyre based on a seraphim and a sand timer,

The Buried - God of the Underneath (she/he/they/it): ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITES!!!! i love them. theyre inspired by hermit crabs!! and they have silver chains holding their shell to them. they look so endearing with their lil lopsided eyes ;; <3

The Flesh - God of the Body and Meat (she/he/they/it): i have so many ideas for the flesh y'all- im very excited to do a concept sheet for them. theyre meant to have no skin, just exposed bone and muscle, large limbs, hooves, exposed heart underneath a ribcage, teeth that close around their abdomen. white bandages that wrap around like clothes. a teeth/horn crown? i dont quite know whether to go for a more animalistic look or a more human one? like- theres so many ways to go with him idek!!!

The Hunt - God of Predators and Pride (they/it): see, i like this design but i feel like its too werewolf like? yknow? thats cool!! but itreads more monster to me than God :/

The Corruption - God of Nature, Rot, and Disease (she/they/it): i love this weird bug thing. this one i was really inspired for (mostly because. corruption aligned. so obviously im gonna think about this one alot) theyre this weird bug thing, the veil is inspired by the one from the art on the wiki! i want to maybe make them a bit more gross and weird because nature is like that sometimes, a moot on tiktok suggested that i add animal bones!! and i think thats SO smart im absolutely going too

The Spiral - God of the Incomprehensible (it/its): this weirdo is so hard to pin down istg. i imagine them as this spiral thing. body is kindof liquidy, arms are spindly and long, multiple shifting faces, overall just constantly changing and moving and like!!! how am i meant to draw that??? when my brain cant even wrap my head around what its supposed to look like yknow??? bruh jrdbhgfjdldgfh- that being said i think the main problem with the design is that it just gives me too many Michael vibes!!! is it the hair? the arms? its probably both.

The Lonely - God of Solitude and the Self (they/it): i like what this one has going so far! theyve got fog hair, fog tears, their body is meant to be splotchy like turquoise marble, i vibe with it so hard. not so sure what to do with their outfit tho :/

The Slaughter - God of War (he/they/it): another one of my more stronger designs i think! centaur with weapons sticking into them, face concealed, medieval armor and antlers- it vibes

the extinction isnt drawn because i literally have no idea what they should look like aside from color palette-

once again any and all suggestions will be taken!!!! i need ideas!!! plese!!!!

[strangebiology]

Seraphim Angel Anatomy

What are our thoughts on the anatomy of a seraph angel with 6 wings? How does that work? (Outside of it being magic. Let's have fun with science.)

The biblical description of the six-winged Seraphim angels is super minimal (Isa 6:2, 6, with some interpretation here.) But let's just say for reasons they look like people with 6 wings.

To start: What is a seraph related to? In both biblical and Hazbin Hotel lore, it's implied that (maybe some?) angels can breed with humans, which suggests that they're mammals, and very close to humans. But...I wonder if that has to do with shapeshifting or other magic? Bible nerds chime in. It's also just as interesting/valid to consider bug anatomy, and I encourage bug artists to draw a human-ish body with wings attached in dragonfly or spider style or something.

A number of people have explored the concept of angel anatomy by looking at humans and birds, like DCRoleplays on Deviantart. I also recall this image by Uzlo on Deviantart pointing out that you need pectoral muscles to move your arms/wings, so...if you have two arms and two wings, all of which move independently, you might need four pecs.

Alternatively, here's an extremely cool gif by @squidlife-crisis showing a human ribcage with human arms, the keel of a bird, and what looks like layered pectoral muscles for arms and wings. So, rather than multiple visible chests, an angel with the skin on would appear to just have a bigger chest.

But now add MORE wings. Would we have a huge chest with lots of layers of pecs attached to the keel...and would you need to change the shape of the keel to handle so many attachments?

Or, is someone gonna draw Lucifer or the other seraphim with 8 pecs? Will it be me? For science, obviously.

What are your thoughts?

[candyhoiic]

Edit: I added some more details at the beginning

Beginning Notes:

Welcome back to my rambles of what it might look like if Adam and Lilith switched places in Hazbin Hotel!

In my last post, I described how I pictured their dynamic in Eden might have played out in the beginning, and then how the additional presence of Lucifer would affect their relationship.

For this post, I'm simply going to start where I left off! So, for the ease of access, I'll be linking my previous and first post of this series at the end of this post. Just in case you want to check them out or need a quick refresher!

TW: minor suggestive content, I describe their sex life in general but it's not graphic. I'm not writing smut lol sorry

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Okay so little recap!

As I said before, their relationship was at its healthiest after they accepted Lucifer offer to act as a buffer for them during sexual intercourse. With him at first simply talking them through it, and then from there he would gradually start to non-invasively touch them- with their consent of course.

He would use these touches to help promote cooperation between the two. So, they would work together towards their shared completion instead of fighting one another for dominance. Although after a while these touches would become more teasing as their relationship expanded. Lucifer not only trying to guide them with his touches but also excite them as well as to satiate his own curiosities.

After all, Lucifer had never laid with another despite knowing of sex. As he never really had the need given the main purpose of such acts were to reproduce which seraphim didn't have to worry about. If they needed more seraphim, they would simply be created.

However, he found himself wanting to have a sexual connection with Lilith and Adam. Not because he wanted to reproduce- obviously, but because it made him feel closer to them. To him it was yet another way he could express his care for them. Besides he also learned firsthand how pleasurable the act could be for all parties involved when done correctly.

Their newfound cooperation in their sex life transferred to other aspects of their life as well. With Adam and Lilith forming a special connection. Now it wasn't the traditional relationship you expect of a husband and wife, but it was undeniably what worked best for them. While Lucifer acted more like a more traditional romantic partner, Adam and Lilith acted more like friends for the most part.

Although they crossed the line of mere friendship a long time ago with them both being sexually involved with one another. However, even 'friends with benefits' wasn't the right term for their relationship. There were too many feelings between them. They had too much of a connection with each other to be just that. After all, they were literally made for each other.

So, while they weren't exactly in love with each other, they did love one another in their own way. Slowly, learning there were other ways to love someone. Lucifer helping them to understand love wasn't a purely romantic concept, it could be platonic or somewhere in between. And so, with experimentation, they slowly but surely found a balance they were comfortable with. The two gradually coming to terms with their relationship.

They accepted it wasn't ever going to be 'normal' and made peace with neither of them being the dominant one. They allowed themselves to actually relax in each other's presence and simply enjoy exploring their expanding relationship. It was a process to figure out their boundaries and expectations for one another, and of course they were setbacks at time. But it paid off with the two of them being able to hang out without needing Lucifer to act as a buffer.

They learned to not only stand one another but enjoy it. One way they spent time together was preforming duets together. With Adam's skill at playing practically any instrument and Lilith's gorgeous singing voice, they were able to produce such sweet melodies together. During one of these times, their eyes would meet, and both would be shocked to see the soft look the other directed their way.

It was the type of look Lucifer would give them when they did something particularly endearing. It was the same look they would also give him at times, but it was never a look they gave one another. Still neither broke eye contact as they carried on with their current song, hardly noticing as they grew closer to one another. Their steps follow the rhythm of their duet with both of them softly swaying to and from each step.

They weren't exactly sure what they were doing- later they would call it dancing. And that would be the first time they actually named something together without arguing.

Regardless, neither one of them were eager to break whatever spell fell over them. So, they continued to dance. Their bodies move harmoniously with one another and yet neither lead the other. They were free to move however they liked with only the beat commanding them to stay in time with one another. Their dancing slowly guides them ever closer as matching smiles light up their faces.

They don't stop moving towards one another until their chest to chest. At one point, Adam's instrument had gone slack in his hand while he sang the last bit of the song with Lilith. His voice wasn't nearly as smooth as the others, but neither seemed to care as their voices were still able to pleasantly melt together. Neither voice overpowering the other as their voices tempered off together signaling the end of the song.

Still neither made a move to step back. Their eyes still locked, blue skies meeting the soft browns of earth. Two very different colors and yet no one could deny they belong together. Neither knows who started to lean in first, but the next moment, their lips brushed softly together. Clumsily melding together in a sweet unhurried manner as they simply appreciated the warmth that ran through them at the contact. And soon their arms would encircle one another in a gentle embrace as they continued to kiss. Not to procreate, not for dominance, simply because they wanted to.

Their kisses would remain innocent while they slowly lowered to the ground with the soft grass cradling their intertwined bodies. It was there they would stay cuddling each other as they continued to exchange kisses until their lips were both pink and puffy. Eventually, they would go back to singing. This time a different melody as they laid side by side, and that's how the rest of their day was spent until Lucifer came back to them.

The seraphim returns from Heaven to the sight of both his beloveds sleeping soundly. Their forms still pressed against one another in a lover's embrace.

There would be other incidents, where Lilith and Adam would spend time alone simply appreciating each other's presence. Although those times were slowly becoming less and less as Lucifer seemed to leave for heaven less. Not that neither of them were complaining! While they both may now be able to actually stand each other without him, that didn't mean they cared for the seraphim any less. He was as much of a part of their relationship as either of them were no matter what anyone else thought.

They didn't care if it wasn't in god's plan for it to be Adam, Lilith, and Lucifer because they decided that's exactly how it was supposed to be in their book...

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Any possible consequences of this decision were far from any of their minds. Blinded by their happiness, the three grew careless and slowly heaven grew suspicious. Sera noted Lucifer's absence, and it didn't sit right with her. Naturally, she brought her concerns to the other seraphim and eventually the archangels were also paying closer attention to Lucifer spending more time in Eden. It got to the point, he was there more than he was in heaven, and while they should have been glad he was taking his duties so seriously, no one could deny it was odd.

However, it was Sera who discovered exactly what was keeping Lucifer away. While the others were content to simply wait for Lucifer to return for answers, she was too worried. She just knew something was wrong, and fearing the worst she took it upon herself to use an unauthorized all seeing orb to check on her fellow seraphim. She was in no way expecting the image which greeted her. She had expected to see Lucifer, not Adam or Lilith, and certainly not any of them in such a scandalous position.

In her shocked state she continued watching, hoping that she was wrong. Hoping the situation playing out before her would somehow right itself, but there was no way that anything could fix what she was seeing. The three of them were in the middle of being intimate. There was no point in denying it now, and so once her brain finally caught up with her, she immediately vanquished the orb.

She knew she wasn't meant to watch such sinful behavior, she also knew she had not had permission to use the orb in the first place. However, she couldn't simply just let this continue. So, she rushed off to group up the other seraphim, which led to them going to the archangels. The gathered angels swiftly came to the decision that Sera and two other seraphim would visit Eden immediately. They were to confirm what Sera saw and talk to the three before bringing Lucifer back with them so they could decide on his punishment.

When they arrived at Eden, the three they were looking for had just finished their activity, but still it was easy to see that Sera had indeed seen correctly. The fact that Lucifer was still not fully robed yet, making that as clear as day. However, Sera still gave them a chance to deny the accusation. She secretly hoped they would, but to her growing horror Lucifer did not; Adam and Lilith followed suit.

Instead of any of them expressing even an ounce of guilt over their wrongdoing they argued they had done nothing wrong. They even expressed they all loved one another. That was the final nail on the coffin. Sera had heard enough as well of the other seraphim, they asked Lucifer to come with them and he agreed. Although both of the first humans clearly didn't want him to. Both had even stepped in front of him as if attempting to shield him from the other angel's ire.

These poor souls Sera had thought. Just how much had he tainted them?

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Adam and Lilith could do nothing when Lucifer inevitably went with the other seraphim back to Heaven. The two of them holding each other in their shared worry with their other third. Whatever was happening didn't seem good at all. Both of them still felt bitter remembering how Sera had looked at them as if there was something inherently wrong with them both. Although beneath the bitter resentment neither could deny they were also scared.

Would Sera replace them?

She had mentioned it before when they wouldn't procreate. And now that it was clear that she didn't approve of how they solved their initial problem, they were at fear once more that they would be replaced. However, it was out of their hands now so they simply continued to cling to one another as their thoughts turned to their shared worries over what would happen to Lucifer.

Sure neither of them were any more comfortable with the thought of being replaced as they had been, but at least they still had each other for now. Meanwhile the other was all alone in heaven going through who knows what. Guilt and worry were quick to fill their souls.

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While up in heaven, Lucifer wasn't feeling much better. However, he was less worried over his impending trial than he was for what would become of Adam and Lilith. He had been the one to propose the idea of getting involved with their love life. He didn't want them to be punished for something he suggested. Even if he was still unsure of what was so wrong with it to begin with. He had done his job and kept them happy.

Was it really so wrong that he had fallen for them along the way? How could something as pure as love be proclaimed as wrong?

He just didn't know.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be one of the minority who felt that way. At his trial, it was clear they had already made their judgment before it began. The angels who mattered were not swayed in the least by his defense. Even as some other angels sitting in on the court meeting voiced their own support over Lucifer.

The fight was lost before it began and he was sentenced to a human lifetime on Earth to reflect on his wrong doings. If he truly repented after his sentence was up then he would be allowed to come back to Heaven but until then he was not allowed in Heaven nor Eden. His wings would also be locked away into his body with him unable to call upon them for aid, and before the day was up, he fell.

The whole process wasn't as painful as one would think. In fact, the angels had been disarmingly gentle. At most he felt discomfort when his wings were bound, he only felt slight pain when he fell even. His landing was softer than it should have been. He expected it was due to whatever little favor and connection he still had with Heaven that kept him from being harmed to the full amount.

However, nothing was able to soothe his worries over what would happen to Adam and Lilith. So, despite everything he began to search for Eden, his sentencing be damned. He would be reunited with them. He promised to watch after them and their happiness, and despite whatever Heaven might think, he was no liar.

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Time of heaven and time of Eden didn't exactly correlate so Adam and Lilith spent a whole week not hearing anything from Heaven. Not knowing of what became of Lucifer. At that time, the two barely slept or ate. They were only somewhat functional due to the other worrying over them, and reminding one another they had to stay strong for Lucifer. Although it seemed to be all for not when Sera and a new group of seraphim returned but no Lucifer.

Despite Adam's pride he openly wept knowing exactly what Lucifer's absence implied. He was gone. And while Lilith came to a similar conclusion she would not weep instead she openly glared at the approaching angels while hiding Adam's face in the crook of her neck. However, these angels still had the gall to sadly smile at them as if they were the ones in the wrong. As if they were both just a pair of misbehaving children.

Lilith did not care for the condescension one bit, but didn't speak out as she hushed her husband as best she could. She wasn't the most maternal being but she did her best.

Sera was the first to speak, explaining how everything was fine now. Adam's sadness seemed to transform into rage at her words as the man ripped his face away from Lilith's comforting form to also glare with teary eyes set ablaze. Immediately, asking for what had become of Lucifer, but any attempt for information about the other was shut down. Sera would clearly not divulge anything except that he wouldn't be able to further corrupt them anymore.

It was Lilith's turn to speak as she laughed with cold derision, arguing Lucifer had done no such thing, but Sera simply gave a patient smile. She wouldn't argue with either of them, but it was clear she didn't believe in Lucifer's innocence either.

Instead of further humoring either of them, she moved onto inform them that they had done nothing wrong and would not face any punishment. Explaining how the archangels had agreed it was only due to Lucifer's temptation that they were tricked to stray from god's path. As long as they continued to not partake from the fruit of good and evil they were allowed to stay. Then, she left along with the other seraphim.

Adam and Lilith both should have felt relief, but neither felt anything but cold. Both of them remained to cling to each other, joining together in solemn grief over what the angels had done to their other third.

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A/N:

One down to two go :)

Just to be clear Lucifer has fallen, but hasn't had the fall yet. Our boy was simply put in Heaven's version of a time out corner, but as we all know he will fall to Hell eventually just not yet.

Next time, I'll explain how Lilith and Adam cope with Lucifer's banishment and I'm hoping to also cover some more characters falling from grace hehe Eve will also probably make appearance in my next rambles too.

So, yeah I'm just about done covering the main points of what happened in Eden in my version of this Au.

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[artbean]

Corroded Coffin has come out of the gates swinging with their debut album, Resurrection.

Four boys from Hawkins, Indiana have captured lightning in a bottle with this hot new record. Controversial, subversive, but most importantly: metal, Corroded Coffin bring a unique sound to the scene that pays homage to the greats while having something fresh to say. (ID in alt text ; REBLOG DON’T REPOST)

The album begins with hard hitting lyrics about the frustrations of repeating the same struggles day in and day out in Sisyphus. Leading into Freak, which angrily harps on societal fears of the unfamiliar. Divide Divide is a heartbreakingly romantic departure from that—Munson sings about unrequited love while likening the object of his affection to seraphim, wailing “I realize on my ascent / That your love was heaven sent / I won’t be the one you choose / You were never mine to lose.”

Feather/Board is the first experimental track of the album, with an emphasis on drums and the guitar cutting out intermittently. Tackling the concept of one sided promises, Broken Pinky explores the hurt of betrayal. Vulture’s Lament is likely to be a cult favorite, a hidden gem tucked in the middle with a more theatrical lilt to the lyrics and vocal style laced with tongue-in-cheek humor, with lines like “They say beggars can’t be choosers / Sanity’s the price you pay / Here, the winners are the losers / In this buffet of decay.”

Opening the second half, Corpse Masterpiece blows you away with a wall of sound, pushing the Dorian Grey-esque concept of artistic immortality and how your image can warp over time. Metamorphasize addresses the masks we put on to fit one place or another, with the most impressive guitar solo yet. Sweetheart somehow brings it all back to earth without losing any momentum, subverting your definition of sweetness and love itself. “When I crack open my chest / You occupy my ribcage / Sweetheart, you’re not like the rest / You’ve made your mark upon my page.”

Closing it out with Leftover from the Rapture, clocking at a whopping 7 minutes and being the most daring musically of the entire album, there isn’t a more breathtaking note to be left with. The song muses on survivors guilt, and the thought of the last man standing having some sort of a moral failing for not being more self sacrificial. The riffs in this are nothing short of genius, weaving around the vocal line in a haunting echo, leaving us with the final phrase—“Can’t go back, too late to run now / Can’t escape what I’ve become, how / With my last breath the devil’s won / I’m hurtling straight into the sun.”

[albino-whumpee]

W.I.J DAY 1

INTRODUCTION

Hi! I´m Moya, I write and draw about people getting tortured on a regular basis after being informed that was not that strange of a thing, actually. 

Right now, I´m working and revising You came back a stranger, a pet whump series set on the BBU. If I had to define this series in a few words, it would be: “Nobody can be replaced...even if you pay for one” 

General CW are Human trafficking, modern slavery, pet whump, guilt, mutilation, sadistic whumper and dub/noncon. 

The demon angel AU explores the concept of Albus and Sann in a fantasy setting, where a seraphim who refuse to devote entirely to their god meets the demon he´s supposed to kill but instead runs away with. 

General CW are murder, blood, gore, slavery, conditioning, pet whump, fantasy whump, winged whump, angel and demon whump. 

Im also working on Scars for Redemption, a hero refuses to kill the defeated villain and takes him to safety, without knowing who that villain used to be and how hero´s sidekick will install fear in the powerless villain. 

Names are all provisional as of now, except for the villain´s. My baby boy, my sweet battery who saved himself, River.  :)

General CW are creepy whumper, pet whump, conditioning, deconditioning, sidekick whumper, whumper turned whumpee, emotional whump and hurt comfort. 

Mareland is my entirely self indulgent work about Salarien, an artifical human working under his creator, Rogue. A powerful magician who has kept captive another immortal magician for four millenia and the real owner of Salarien´s face.

General CW are slavery, conditioning, pet whump, gore, creepy whumper, dubcon, magic whump, nonhuman whumpee, skinning and captivity. 

I write snippets and scenarios of other series and you can find them here. 

My art is tagged with #illustration

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy your stay in my blog! Here´s some art, if you like. 

[tieria-erde]

oooh tell me about "only the young die good" because that title Hurts Me

i am SO happy you asked about this one bc lemme tell you dude, this au is my baby HKJDFHG even though i haven't actually worked that much on it in comparison to my other 00 projects... i think this au is a year or two old by now, but it's sort of gotten sidelined by other things (like xenogundam), so i haven't written a lot for it yet. here's a snippet from the prologue!

"—leaving." "And why is that? Don't you want to say hello to our guest?" "..." "You look so serious! Suit yourself, then. I'll talk to him." "...Regene." "Yes?" "When I come back, you'd better be able to convince me that this was a good idea." "...I'll see you later, Ribbons." A quiet scoff. Footsteps. The sound of a heavy door creaking and slamming shut. And then— And then... And then, Tieria Erde's eyes snap wide open.

the classic "lockon lives" au, but with a twist! because instead of lockon stratos, tieria erde is the one who goes to confront ali al-saachez during operation fallen angels, and instead of lockon stratos, tieria erde is the one who dies. nadleeh is destroyed, and its pilot along with it; only the gn drive can be recovered from the scene. setsuna missing, allelujah missing, tieria dead—lockon is the sole survivor of the gundam meisters. except, unbeknownst to the remaining members of celestial being, there are systems in place to resurrect a fallen innovade, and regene regetta doesn't seem satisfied to let his sibling die just like that.

so, this au doubles not just as a lockon lives au but also as an innovator!tieria au; regene spends the 4 years between seasons 1 and 2 convincing tieria to join ribbons's side, while neil spends those years stewing in his survivor's guilt and mourning the friends he's lost. i may not have a lot written for this au but i have PLENTY of thoughts, bc the concept is just chock full of so many fun implications and ideas. like, how would neil handle being the only gundam meister left? in canon, tieria is able to assume a more leaderlike position in those in-between years, but neil is so bitter and downtrodden that i don't even know if he would be able to bring himself to believe that setsuna and alle are still alive. as much as he tries to act like he's an optimist we all know that's not the case lmao. also imagining lyle as seravee/seraphim's pilot? very fun. give that man a big gun, i think he'd like that! also, tieria would get to interact with louise and neil would get to interact with saji, which is... ohhhh you have no idea how many thoughts i have on that. the parallels between louise and neil are palpable and you bet i'm gonna explore those as much as i can. there's lots more i could go into (ie: anew my beloved) but this post is long enough and i don't want to give away too much so i'll keep quiet for now :3

i think the fact that i have so many thoughts about this au is actually a big reason why i've barely written anything for it HKGDFJGK like, there's so much to explore that i have a hard time sitting down and sorting out details like "what actually happens in the fic" and "the order in which those events happen". but i really want to make this au into a proper fic some day! i swear to god i'm gonna do it!!

as for the au's title, it comes from a song of the same name by saintseneca! it hurts me immensely too, so i'm glad i could inflict the same pain upon you <3

[honeii-puff]

WARNING: I do not support the creator of Hazbin Hotel, and I haven't even seen the show. My information comes from the wiki and clips I've found on Youtube.

So in Hazbin, we know there's Heaven and the seven rings of Hell, but what about Limbo?

For those who don't know, Limbo is a place in Catholicism between heaven and hell for those who aren't baptized but haven't done bad enough to get sent to Hell. I'm not catholic, but I grew up in a catholic area, so I know a bit about it.

So I came up with a concept whilst in the shower.

Not sure if Canon actually has a thing for where the sinners go after they're exterminated, but I feel that a place they could go is Limbo. They're pierced by angel steel, which could have some holy properties and explain why it kills them "permanently", cleansing their soul enough to remove them from Hell, but not send them to Heaven. (The exterminators have no idea of this, or else they wouldn't be doing it)

In the show, both Heaven and Hell have very different color schemes. Heaven is more of whites and blues and greys, whilst Hell has blacks and yellows and reds. I imagine Limbo is a combination of the two, with greys and purples.

Now, with sinners, they'd get sent to Limbo and go under this weird brainwashing trance, kind of like Asphodel in Greek Mythology, where they wander around aimlessly for the rest of forever. They're all in greyscale and look identical to each other. They can interact and speak, but their voices are monotone, and they don't even remember their names.

Now, what would happen if a Hellborn got hit with angel steel?

They would still go to Limbo (Unless a Hellborn has gotten hit with angel steel in Canon and I just missed that part), but wouldn't get brainwashed.

They would undergo physical changes once they entered limbo, mainly adapting the color pallet to fit the scheme (greyscale and purple). One eye would be the eye color that they had in Hell, and the other would be purple and grey. Black cracks would appear across their skin, as they weren't built to be in Limbo. It won't kill them immediately, but the cracks will grow over time and eventually, they're shatter, cursing them to stay in Limbo forever as a phantom of who they once were.

There haven't been any reported escapes from Limbo, and nobody actually knows it exists, since nobody has explored the possibility.

I did make a character named Melanie, who is the only Hellborn who got sent to Limbo by mistake during an extermination.

Another feature of Hellborns getting sent to Limbo is that they are stuck halfway into their full demon form, with their horns shorter and two rings circling those horns to signify they aren't fully demon anymore, but they aren't well enough to be sent to Heaven.

There are ways to escape Limbo, but they require resources that aren't readily available in Limbo, meaning you'd need to have someone get into Limbo who won't get trapped there to get you out.

There are two ways: Getting hit by angel steel again, which will send you to Heaven, or selling your soul to send you back to Hell. It knocks the scales, so you aren't in the middle ground enough to stay in Limbo but rather get knocked into either Heaven or Hell. If they go to Heaven, then they'll take on a slightly different appearance than most angels, still having hints of red and purple from their past in Hell and Limbo.

Angels can get sent to Limbo, too, if they're killed by a demon. It kinda works the same way as it does with sinners unless they are of a higher rank (Cherubs and Seraphims.). If they are of higher rank, then it affects them similarly to how it affects a Hellborn. Whilst in Limbo, if they escape via the Hell route, then they'll keep hints of blue in their color scheme without being considered a fallen angel, as they weren't banished from Heaven, but instead unfairly removed. They would be referred to as "In Purgatory", and could be redeemed to go back to Heaven after a bit if they don't fall into hellish ways. If they take the Heaven route, then they'll keep a purple hue, but mainly look the same as they did pre-Limbo.

Lmk if you have any questions about this, I'm willing to expand.

[gdiwes]

Revisited my Mew girls today, because I had the MIGHTY NEED for some soft PlumPasshon content lmao I wanna digital them and turn them into a sticker :’3c Also some concepts for Plum, and my other girl, Lychee! More below the cut since it’s LONG. 

Mew Plum

Name: Kuroki Plum (Puramu)

Fruit: Plum

Animal: Salt-Marsh Mouse

Color: Purple/Violet

Weapon: Shukuhaki flute. She plays different melodies to change the attacks. 

Attack: Ribbon Plute Dance/Guard/Sever, Ribbon Plum-Flute etc. 

Likes: Himura Passhon (her GF!!!), soft foods, mice (she has two as pets!), sour fruits, reading, quiet places, studying in the library, classical music, arcade FPS games. 

Dislikes: Milk, bugs, accounting (even though she’s pretty good at it), rainy days, tight or short clothing, letting her anxieties get the best of her, being unprepared for LITERALLY anything. 

TL;DR of her and Passhon’s story is that some Chimera Anima were left over and the Mews stayed together to finish eradicating them. However, someone started harnessing them to combine with humans and make ‘Rotten Mews,’ based off invasive species. Plum was one of them but was eventually separated from the Anima by Passhon. They started working together at the cafe although Passhon continued her job as a Mew Mew. Plum eventually had Ryou re-combine her genes so she could help Passhon against the final boss lol 

Her attacks are the same as Passhon’s. When she uses Dance, her flute becomes a sword/dagger she uses to attack with. Shield creates a defensive bubble around her and up to two other people if they’re close. Sever is an attack she doesn’t retain after becoming a Mew Mew, but it acted the same as Passhon’s Aqua Ribbon Extract; still, it sometimes would pull her out of her transformation in addition to the Mew she hit. 

When she was controlled by a Chimera Anima, she went by Rotten Plum and called her attack ‘Corrupted Plute.’

She goes to the same school as Berry. Although Passhon at first thought she was serious and cold/distant, Plum’s actually just pretty anxious and prefers not to interact. She’s quite an airhead and spaces out more often than not. Passhon has better grades than her so they often study together. 

While Passhon works as a maid at the cafe, Plum works as a butler. She’s pretty popular amongst the other girls who visit, and it works out that they often just admire her from afar. 

She likes FPS games but she’s really really bad at them. 

Mew Lychee

Name: Inari Lychee

Fruit: Lychee

Animal: Like Berry, she’s mixed with two: A deer and a bear. 

Color: White/Soft Red

Weapon: Bell Boxers, she is the Master of Punching Things. 

Attack: Ribbon Deeryu Lychock, Ribbon Dear You Lychee Shock. She often shortens it to Lyshika Shock lmao

Likes: Being in the spotlight, vegetables, flexing and letting people touch her biceps, her older sister, boxing/kick boxing/wrestling, pop music esp kpop/jpop and other idol music, seeing people do little good deeds and doing small good deeds of her own.  

Dislikes: Fast food, having to focus for long amounts of time, having pent up energy, lizards, screamo rock, when her sister scolds her, haggling, jelly ironically, taming her bedhead. 

TL;DR of her story, it happens either in conjunction with or slightly after A La Mode. She wakes up with partial amnesia and only bits/pieces of her memories, and quickly finds out she was in a coma for six months. When she finds her mew pendant, she remembers transforming but doesn’t really know how or why she came to be a Mew Mew. Eventually she starts making a name for herself as an ‘idol heroine’ by putting herself constantly in the spotlight, all in hopes that someone who knows her would come to meet her and help her figure out what being a Mew Mew means. Somehow, she didn’t think that it would also draw enemies to her as well...

Lychee is super easily excitable. She has a pretty one-track mind and anything she does between her first step and final goal are just means to ends. She’ll find ways to justify things that distract her, especially if she HAS to do them but doesn’t want to. She can be pretty high wis low int, where she knows a lot of general knowledge/common sense and uses it, but often times just throws caution and planning to the wind and reacts on gut instinct. Because of this, she’s really good at boxing.

When she first got into a fight after her coma, she realized how much muscle she’d lost and embarked on a journey to get ripped again. 

She looks pretty different when she’s not transformed, sporting brown hair and eyes. Her hair’s color is lifted and her black roots show through. When transformed she has white hair and soft red eyes.  

She doesn’t actually go to school, but instead takes online and weekend classes.

Her sister, Zeri (Jelly) works for the police force and is her legal guardian. Lychee at first was stopping petty crimes like muggings and convenience store robberies and kept turning the culprits in to Zeri. Since Lychee is almost always on the news and almost always filmed bringing people in, Zeri is often getting asked to do interviews. She always turns down the offers. 

I have an idea for her story where she runs into some of the Mews and they’re apprehensive of her because at one point she attacked them but doesn’t remember doing it. This is probably what happened in conjunction with A La Mode, where she fell to mind control and ended up getting accidentally injured while fighting the other Mews. I’d have to work out the probability of this actually happening though lol

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 5

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

4 Months Pregnant

“I need customized stickers that say Baby On Board for my purple Lamborghini and the other cars I drive,” The Joker growls at his own idea whilst sharing it with the person fulfilling his wacko trades: Franco Rossi, the leader of best underground supply chain in Gotham.

“When would you like them ready Mister J? After Y/N gives birth?”

“Nope! Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?...” Franco hesitantly inquiries about the sudden emergency since he can’t understand why The King of Gotham demands them so fast.

The Joker hates explaining yet certain people are obtuse thus they necessitate enlightenment.

“Y/N’s pregnant: when she gets in a car, the baby is also. Baby on board! Hello??” the father-to-be loses his temper.

Who can argue with The Joker’s logic? Nobody. It sort of makes sense anyway.

“Of course, Mister J. I’ll have them ready. If you drop by after 6pm, I’ll have your guns ready too.”

“Perfect!” the Joker hangs up among the ruckus coming from the office near the kitchen: sounds of shattered objects and yelling alert Richard aka Panda you’re at it again. He nonchalantly passes by in order to deliver the items to The Clown.  

“Your drinks Mister J,” he gives one cup with Starbucks caramel latte to his boss and the other is placed on the table. Why does your boyfriend require 2 identical containers? It won’t take long to solve the mystery.

“Are the lids glued?”

Strange question but there’s a purpose in it.

“Yes sir. How is she doing?”

“She’s hormonal: breaking things makes her feel better which reminds me we have to hoard porcelain objects for her to wreck. NO glass!”

“Sure, I’ll tell the crew,” Richard leaves the kitchen while texting Frost. “Hulk needs more to smash,” he types the code name they gave you in the last weeks although The King knows about it: J’s the one that came up with it.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you are greeted as soon as you pop up from the office. “How’d it go?” he scrolls down on his phone and takes a sip of hot liquid.

“Ugghh!” a frustrated Y/N swings the yellow teddy bear The Joker stole for her on their first date, hitting his hand in the process. The drink flies near the fridge and splatters on the floor with minimal damage: only a tiny puddle instead of a disaster, that’s why the lids are glued.

Safety measure for The Queen’s unpredictability.

J grabs his reserve cup of coffee, paying attention now hence he dodges your renewed attack and keeps his coffee intact.

That’s why his drinks have the lids glued, in case you catch him off guard the second time it will result in negligible destruction.

It happened before.

“I don’t think so Princess,” The Joker strong grip on the container calms you a bit because you won’t be able to win this round. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you pout and sit in his lap.

“I bet the baby is,” the secret weapon is unleashed: J discovered such a gem by accident and it works like a charm. How can Y/N say “no” if the baby is involved? She can’t.

A plate filled with a bunch of your favorite breakfast food is placed in front of you and strangely enough you’re instantly hungry.

“Extra bacon,” he purrs. “Plus chocolate dip and honey mustard for your pickled cherries. I added peanut butter olives as a bonus.”

In your defense, you’ve been having weird cravings lately.

You place the toy on the chair nearby and start eating, ogling a Joker texting back and forth with his business partners. He chews the morsel you just offered and shivers: waffle dipped in clam juice is disgusting. Maybe he should look at the food you shove in his mouth.

“Gross,” J washes the terrible taste with coffee and gets a kiss for encouragement, yet he’s aware of the connotations. Another kiss confirms it.

Let’s put it this way: besides the hormonal episodes and food demands, The Queen has had a fresh type of craving recently - The Joker kind.

More than usually.

That’s why he has to clear it up.

“I’m flattered for being the center of attention; we gotta keep in mind that contrary to the popular belief, I don’t have unlimited stamina, Pumpkin.”

You nod in agreement and unbutton his pants, then unzip them also.

“Y/N, pay attention!” J insists since you don’t give a damn about his woes. “Think about it as a two way street: The Joker Street and I Want To Break Things Street. Are you with me so far?” he double checks.

Why is he yapping so much??! I guess you should make an effort to comprehend: he’s even doodling patterns on his phone to emphasize the speech.

“When you get hormonal, Princess, let’s try and walk on the I Want To Break Things Street instead of The Joker Street, hm? The Joker Street is sometimes closed for repairs until further announcement.”

OK, OK, this is a lecture. Something about a Joker Street, he seems upset he doesn’t have one…?... Right?...

If you were him, you would be pissed Gotham didn’t name a street in your honor when you’re so important for the town.

Another peck on his neck, then your lips go down his collar bone.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?” J mutters when it’s clear his shirt won’t remain on his body for too long.

“I am,” you defend yourself.

“Oh yeah? What did I say then?”

“Ummm…” you try to piece together words among estrogen taking over. “No Joker Street?...”

“Bingo, that’s it Princess! No Joker Street, correct! Choose the other street, yes?”

This time he kisses you, excited his idea was well received when in fact, both parties are referring to unrelated concepts.

“Wait,” J dodges your touch, “Richard is calling.”

Because he’s on the phone ignoring Y/N, she is ensuring a nice surprise for later; concentrating to the maximum to avoid misspelling, the following message is sent to Franco Rossi from her cell:

“Make a landmark sign that says Joker Street.”

The King’s conversation is prolonged more than anticipated until he discerns you’re not wiggling: you feel asleep, softly snoring on his shoulder and he definitely can’t afford to wake you up.

The doctors said your body is trying to cope with the pregnancy the best way it can: if you doze off at random hours it means you ran out of fuel and you should rest. After cheating death and surviving the accident, the future mother is at high risk of serious complications which is why each day could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Joker rises from the chair holding you in his arms and after a few steps he realizes it’s difficult to walk: thanks to his unbuttoned and unzipped pants, they keep sliding lower and lower. There’s no way he will make it upstairs so maybe the sofa in the living room is the best option. He almost trips thus he begins to drag his feet on the carpet, the pants at knee level now.

“I’m reduced to a piece of meat,” J grumbles, finally making it to the couch and placing Y/N on it so she can have her power nap.

*************

6:02pm

You accompanied The King to a meeting with Seraphim, the best hacker/strategist J uses: they’ve been plotting for a while concerning D.A. Kevin Winchester. The politician is becoming a huge pain in the butt for Gotham’s underworld and something must be done; either annihilation or blackmail, it truly doesn’t matter since he’s bad for business. Due to a total lack of interest in the subject, you are exploring the surroundings quite angry The Joker dragged you here.

Luckily there’s stuff to do.

Bam! you punch the fragile glass sculpture and it splinters into a million pieces on the lavish marble floor.

Seraphim jumps at the noise, immediately recognizing his beloved possession:

“That’s…,” he gulps, appalled. “That’s a Vitriol!”

Yup, the one and only Degas Vitriol, the latest sensation taking the art universe by storm.

“She’s hormonal,” J sneers. “She breaks shit!”

“That’s valued at 150,000 dollars!” the hacker breaths in much needed oxygen regarding the atrocity unfolding at his hideout.

“So??!!” your boyfriend sucks on his teeth, irritated. “Serves you right for buying that asshole’s artsy fartsy crap!”

The Joker actually has 4 Vitriol masterpieces at the mansion yet you were strictly forbidden to destroy them, alas he gave you the office for your rampages.

You continue your exploration as they talk about God knows what until you perceive an alarming detail: Seraphim is literally screaming having a gun pointed at J.

You sneak behind him then in a split second you strike the pistol out of his hand and your fist lands on his temple with such brutality it knocks him out unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N???” The Clown hisses at your erratic behavior.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing??!!!” he repeats, annoyed.

“S-saving  you…,” you stutter, confused on why J is mad. “He was yelling and…mmm, had a gun,” you wince in pain because your knuckles hurt from the impact.

“The guy’s half deaf and sometimes he raises his voice without noticing, or did you forget??!! Now I have to wait until he comes to his senses and that’s a waste of my time, Y/N!!! Seraphim wasn’t threatening me, he was showing me his newest collectible!!! I suppose someone with half a brain can’t acknowledge the mess they’ve created!!!”

A lot of accusations thrown your way still… the last sentence brings tears in your eyes.

“I…” you bite your lower lip. “…I don’t have half of brain…”

“Wanna bet??” The Joker bites more instead of leveling with your logic: you though he was in danger and took action. If it was a real emergency, yes, you would have been the hero; it’s not and apparently he can’t appreciate your fast intervention in these circumstances.

“Y-you’re stupid…” you whisper, frustrated. “You don’t understand anything…”

Here it is -- the cataclysmic event of the century: someone called The Joker stupid. He’s beyond outraged with nothing better to utter besides a very childish:

“You’re stupid!”

Y/N turns around and stomps out of the house leaving a trail of destruction outside: she slaps the bottled water out of The Shark’s hand, kicks Panda’s shin and snatches Frost’s donut basically inhaling the sweet treat.

“I want to go h-home!!” you shout and enter the first vehicle you see, slamming the door so hard the window on the passenger side cracks.

“Jesus…” Jonny mumbles and being the sensible man that he is you are offered the whole box of pastries he purchased for his family. He can acquire more, but there’s no way in hell he wants to endure Y/N in the state she’s in.

Gotta keep Hulk calm somehow…

**************

3 Hours Afterwards

You sulk when The Joker strolls in the master bathroom frantically searching the cabinets.

“Did you see my shaver?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Did you see my shaver?”

“I…I wouldn’t know. I only have half a brain,” the surprisingly eloquent phrase queues J his woman is holding a grudge for his earlier statement. Why wouldn’t she? He was a complete jerk.

At least you didn’t catch on to the obvious: The King of Gotham doesn’t own a shaver; hair just grows on his head.  

He glimpses at Y/N soaking in the bathtub with a kid’s book in her left hand and the right hand fingers sunk into a bowl filled with ice placed at the edge of the Jacuzzi. The Joker leans over and switches your book since it’s upside down.

You huff at the unwanted help and stare at the pictures expecting he’ll look for his shaver and disappear.

You’re not that fortunate today.

“Imagine my surprise when I drove the main alley and detected a sign that says The Joker Street,” he brings up the topic.

Franco Rossi was super-efficient …sadly you ordered the item before J ran his mouth at the hacker’s place, otherwise you wouldn’t care he wants a street with his name.

“You said no… no Joker Street,” you stammer. “Now you have one,” the bitter tone makes him roll his eyes: Y/N’s brain got what it could from his monologue, he should have known better than to make it complicated.

“Excellent…” The King starts rubbing your tummy, “… precisely what I was aiming for. I’m washing the baby, not you!” he underlines when you move farther from him.

You scrunch your face displeased but let him do it because it’s for the baby.

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N gives him a cold gaze. “U-using the baby… I’m not stupid!”

Busted, The Joker thinks. The schemer in him won’t accept defeat though.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did!”

“You said it first!!!” he reckons, antagonized. “Therefore two stupid people put together gotta make up for a smart one!!’

“I… I don’t wanna make out…” you frown at his suggestion.

The Joker sighs, deciding not to correct the trajectory of your judgement; it sure sounds like an opportunity.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired and…and I h-hate you,” your heavy eyelids close.

“Both viable reasons, even if I have to admit you striking Seraphim like that got me quite worked up. He’s no small fry! I had to wait for one hour for him to recover; you got a mean punch, woman! The more I reflect on it, the hornier I get. Which reminds me, Pumpkin: guess what?... … … I’m hormonal too.”

No answer, Pumpkin’s out.

“Of course nobody gives a damn if I’m hormonal!” he complaints while grabbing you from the bathtub. You cling to him for a few moments prior to drifting back into your dreams.

“Thanks for getting me all wet,” J snarls at the cruel reality of having his favorite Prada suit ruined.

“You…you’re welcome…” his Queen replies in her sleep, somehow her mind clutching to reality amidst pure relaxation.

This is what two hormonal individuals are reduced to: one’s dozing off, the other is suffering in silence, although being the proud owner of the tiniest road in Gotham compensates for the mishap.

It’s a two way street.

 Also read: Masterlist

You can also follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho. 

[wesenschau]

Israel, Pharaoh, The Tents of Kedar and Mary

In Deuteronomy 32:21 we are told what happens when Israel deviates from God’s hierarchical prescriptions:

“They have moved me to jealousy with that which is not God; they have provoked me to anger with their vanities: and I will move them to jealousy with those which are not a people; I will provoke them to anger with a foolish nation.”

It is in God that all things have their being/existence, it is in God’s mind that all things are sustained. This means, when man turns away from the cosmic hierarchies which God operates in creation by, they are turning towards non-being/non-existence/disintegration/exile. We can see a typological pattern throughout the Old Testament of Israel failing to fulfill the torah, tending towards non existence, being exiled and then being reunified through the gentiles. This article from James Jordan explores this concept more in-depth. What it means for Israel to move God to jealousy with that which is not God, is to turn away from divinely established meanings and names of reality and try to name/bring meaning to things on your own account (it is the attempt to make a name for oneself [gen. 11:4]). This is the fundamental sin which divides us from God/where God wants us to be. Of course there is always a redemptive aspect to this pattern. This can be seen most clearly in Christ’s redeeming the sin of Adam. 

Whenever Israel turns from God, they face exile -- they are sent to the wilderness; God then turns his attention to the wilderness and shows Israel how the wilderness/unknown aspects of reality are to be reconciled into the grand cosmic structure of things. The books of Isaiah and Jeremiah shed much light on this. For Jeremiah, as a mosaic-type prophet, Israel has become the new pharaoh. Note Israel disobeying God’s commandment to  “not . . . return the people to Egypt . . . , since the LORD has said to you, ‘You must never return that way again” (Deut 17:16) in Jer. 31, and Israel committing the sin of pharaoh in Jer. 34 (the refusal to release slaves/the presumption that man can account for all aspects of reality). Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help! (Is. 31:1). For Isaiah Israel is as a barren woman requiring a kinsman redeemer. At the end of Daniel we are told from the time of the book till redemption is 1290 days, which is 430*3. 430 years is the time from Abraham till the time of the exodus (Gal. 3:17)/ the time of sojourn in Egypt (Exodus 12:40). There is a triplet “exile” from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up (Dan. 12:11). In order these three sojourns are under: Antiochus Epiphanes -> the Maccabean dynasty -> Herodian dynasty + Jewish priesthood. The little horn of Daniel 7 corresponds with the 2-horned land beast of Revelation 12 and has a twofold operation of Herodian and corrupted priestly power structures. This two horned beast is the same beast that crucified Christ and is described in Revelation as the whore of Babylon, who “in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints” (Rev. 18:24). This is the same Jerusalem whom Jesus laments over in Mt. 23:17 “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!“.

This brings light to the passage in Matthew 2:3 where God calls His Son out of Egypt -- Egypt, being Israel. It is no wonder that Ishmael, son of an Egyptian, is shown by Saint Paul to be a symbol of Israel/the law in Galatians 4.

Now that we have established the pharaonic nature of Israel at the time of Christ, we can open up a prosopological reading of Psalm 120:5. In Psalm 120:5 we see Christ sojourning in Meshech and dwelling in the tents of Kedar. Meshech is a son of Japheth and one of the surrounding nations in the battle of Gog and Magog. Kedar is a son of Ishmael and is associated with the nomadic wilderness (Ezk. 27:21; Jer. 2:10). Ps. 120:5 is Christ mourning over the apostasy of the Jews -- the giving up of their wings of holiness (Num. 15:37-41) and their taking up of wings of abominations (Dan. 9:27). “Woe is me!” cries Christ, “that my people have rejected me! Woe is me! That the temple has become desolate, like a wild desert! Woe is me! That I dwell in the temple which has been transformed to a foreign tent of nomads!” The consequence of Israel’s rejection of Christ is that he is to bring light to the nations, which, although obviously good, is not good that it needs to be done under the pretext of Israel’s disobedience. Christ’s mourning over the temple in Luke 19:41-44 (note verse 42 and Ps. 120:7) comes from the same place as Jonah’s mourning over the conversion of Nineveh under the gourd plant. The conversion of gentiles meant the disobedience and demise of Israel; thus Christ laments: “Woe is me! that I sojourneth in a foreign nation, that I have been forced out into Egypt, even unto the tents of Kedar, to find someone to share my love with!”

A mariological reading is also, in my opinion, applicable -- particularly in light of Sg. 1:5-6. Mary, like Isaiah, comes from a people of unclean lips (Is. 6:5) (note the solution to this uncleanness is sacrificial/eucharistic in nature [Is. 6:6-7 -> Ps. 120:4]). In a mariological reading of song of songs we see a Holy Bride seeking nothing but to serve and love her Bridegroom. We see that Mary desires to bring Christ into her mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived her (Sg. 3:4) and to lead Christ, and bring him into her mother’s house who would instruct her (Sg. 8:2). I believe this is fulfilled in Luke 2, in the presentation of the Lord in the temple (and continues to be fulfilled by many faithful Christians bringing Christ into the various profane institutions/structures in which they were raised. On a grander scale the Church has never failed to take profane philosophy/worldly knowledge and baptize it and consecrate it to the Lord).

[Side note: Sg. 8:3 provides an interesting insight into the Marian aspect of the Eucharist -- demonstrating her inseparability from the Church, which I would like to develop/explore further, God willing].

In my opinion, Mary’s confession of being black, but comely and being likened unto the tents of Kedar, and the curtains of Solomon is possibly twofold in its allegorical indications:

1) Mary is in a temple which is stained -- where the curtains of Solomon have become like the black tents of Kedar. Why did this happen? because Israel failed to keep their own vineyard and was subjected to enslavement under foreign rule (Sg. 1:6). Because of Mary’s identification with the temple and her people, which are of an unclean lip (Is. 6:5) she mourns over their uncleanness, but shows that there is still hope in the whittled down, comely line of David, which is a sign of God’s faithfulness. Because the Jews have become like Egypt, the children of Mary’s mother (meaning: the benefactors of second temple corruption) force Mary and her Bridegroom out unto the real tents of Kedar, where Christ transforms them into curtains of Solomon (Sg. 1:5-6). It is interesting to note Kedar’s connection to Egypt -- Kedar being a son of Ishmael and his Egyptian bride (Gen. 25:13) (Ishmael was also born of an Egyptian woman [Hagar, Gen. 16:1]). (The fact Ishmael had an Egyptian mother and an Egyptian wife further solidifies the association of bride and mother in this context. Also note the comparison of the Bride to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots in Sg. 1:9).

2) This next idea is ultimately connected to the concept of original sin and the story of Adam being installed as the priest/keeper of his garden/vineyard but he failed to do so, and because of that, God had to put barriers/mediators between Adam/man and Himself in order that the sun may not burn them (sg. 1:6). Mary, although sinless, carried the burden of original sin. It is because Mary had original sin but was sinless that she perfectly fulfilled her place in the arc of salvation as new Eve. (Eve did not have original sin but still sinned -- Eve was like the curtains of Solomon but voluntarily brought upon herself exile out of the garden into the wild tents of Kedar. Mary, however, although stained by the blackness and burns of original sin remained altogether comely.) 

The antimonies of black, but comely and the tents of Kedar / the curtains of Solomon (as well as the multitude of twofold descriptions throughout the song of songs) definitely call back to the two goats in the day of atonement, in which all of reality is accounted for by God and the prescribed participation in that reality by Israel -- although, this is a concept I need to explore more in-depth. 

[The unknown/wild aspects of reality, represented by the tents of Kedar, are not inherently evil and will ultimately be reconciled within God’s total account of all things within His cosmic structure of reality. It becomes evil, however, when man attempts to structure reality and account for these wild/unknown things within his own naming/reasoning.]

Many of these ideas are drawing heavily upon concepts I’ve been introduced to by Kabane/Seraphim Hamilton, who never fails to provide inspiring, edifying and brilliant content.

This was a jumbled together mess of ideas but I hope some level of coherency was achieved and that someone can learn something from this. 😄

[e1dritchqueer]

Part 6 of my ap drawing portfolio, exploring : how fantasy as a theme  and genre can be used to explore and express queer experiences

Piece 6, Wings

This one I wasn't too happy with the concept at the end but really happy with how it looked! Here, I wanted to focus on feelings and anxieties about coming out through this sort of seraphim/harpy like person.

For them, I wanted to combine these elements of both divine (Almost fearful) beauty that is associated with seraphims and combine them with the more monster like depiction of harpies. I wish I could've designed it more, but it came out well. It was also fun using a pen & ink!

[narukouzumakinamikaze]

Blood of Zeus—My review and thoughts

So I finished this series some days ago. I gave my thoughts on the characters already and a brief small overview of things, but here’s a more in depth review of the story and plot. I say in depth but there’s really not much to the story

Summary:

Blood of Zeus is about Hera waking up ancient giants in order to kill Zeus because he cheated on her. 

General Overview

Although I pretty much simplified the plot, there was a decent set up to the show that was never paid off in a satisfying way. The story felt really rushed and a lot of characters and concepts ended up being pointless in the grand scheme of things because they’re never fleshed out or explored at all in the series besides being introduced. The basic plot his that Hera is angry and wants to kill Zeus, but everything else never factored into this plot. For example, demons are introduced, but the concept of demons is never explored beyond how they’re created. There’s no reason why they needed to exist, they just do.

The Good:

The set up to this series was really good in my opinion. the Gods not being able to interfere with the things going on on earth. Demons being introduced and created by the flesh of the giants. Seraphim's entire character and backstory. Hera setting up a civil war conflict on mount Olympus because of Zeus’s trifling and him trying to interfere when Seraphim kills Electra. Heron being ordinary despite being the son of a god. Seraphim and Heron being brothers.

There was some really good Set up in this series, that could have been the perfect set up for a season 2. All the pieces were there and these pieces kept me interested in the story. 

The Bad:

Almost all the set up was thrown away. As I said above, the demons were never explored beyond being the result of eating the giants flesh. The gods not being able to interfere was only important to Electra’s death and nothing else. The civil war conflict Hera set up meant nothing because her plan was to bring the giants in anyway to kill Zeus. Heron being ordinary was thrown away because he has god powers now. Seraphim's entire story was never explored because he became Hera’s pawn in the end, I don’t know why he was creating demons, or what the purpose of creating said demons even was. what was the point of making Seraphim and Heron brothers when it wasn’t going to be explored at all in any way.

None of the things they introduced mattered to the story, because it had nothing to do with Hera wanting to bring the giants back to kill Zeus. and that’s the tragedy of this series. it failed to explore anything at all, instead of letting it be a simple set up to a much larger story. This season was only 8 episodes. in 8 episodes we could have gotten the perfect set up to season 2.

The Alternative:

The plot should have been Seraphim is creating a demon army to liberate Greece(or something like that), and Heron has to stop that from happening. This could have lasted for 2, maybe 3 seasons and season 1 could have been the set up to it all.

1. Set up the demons and their abilities. sometimes regular weapons can hurt them, but sometimes they can’t. which is it.

2. Hera can manipulate Seraphim but have it be discreetly like she did when she guided Cerberus to the hut Electra was hiding in. That’s fine and that is in character for Hera. it’s the same with the sword. using that to spite Zeus is fine, but have her secretly guide Seraphim to the sword instead of having her go to him directly about it. don’t let Hera be the driving force of what's happening on earth, but have her manipulate it so that she’s pitting Heron and Seraphim against one another, in hopes that Seraphim will kill Heron

3. Have the civil war set up matter. Have Hera want to usurp Zeus in some type of way. or even have Hera want to watch Zeus suffer as his child dies. this way Hera’s schemes actually make sense and shows her being smart about how she’s goes about hurting Zeus while also making this aspect that the gods cant’ interfere in the affairs of earth matter. 

4. Give us Seraphim's goals. they said he wants to kill his uncle and all his sons and relatives, so why didn’t they focus on that. why is Seraphim so focused on Alexia? was she stopping his plans? is she part of that royal guard and is tasked with hunting them down? why is he creating demons? what are his plans with creating said demons? explore more of Seraphim and his goals.

5.Seraphim’s reveal plot twist could have been done in season 2 and should have been done in a dramatic fashion where Heron is the one who finds out. these two had no type of dynamic in the series, and honestly we didn’t need to know this information at all because it was the least important thing in the series. we set Seraphim and Heron against one another, and then reveal their family dynamic in a dramatic fashion. say, Heron has his mothers necklace, and the necklace responds to Seraphim and Heron puts it together and calls him brother.

[randomguywithwords]

The Seraphim (DabiHawks God AU)

O thou shalt not tempt the Seraphim For he sees all with his crimson wings With a hundred eyes lying within  To sense the demons beneath your skin 

O thou shalt not anger the Seraphim He moves at great speeds unseen To meet your death with silent screams And arrive at the gates with butchered limbs

O thou shalt not fear the Seraphim, With a blessed face sung by hymns  Benevolent angel to save all things Those of darkness he brings fates grim 

-Tome Of The Makers, 12:28 

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“Oh, where does Ignus go at night, go at night, go at night...” The fire god hummed as he skipped through the cerulean blaze that tore through the town, straight out of a painting of Hades. The screams around him were a delightful choir against the melody of the roaring flames, but good music could only last so long, for there was the interruption of beating wings. 

A violent gust extinguished his song from one flap of his wings, leaving only unsatisfied hisses of the embers. Ignus turned up to see the intruder, two blue eyes gazing upon the hundred amber ones studded on his red wings. 

Another flap, and rays of light burst from his eyes like sunbeams in the darkness, pointing in different directions. As Ignus watched, he saw the remaining few survivors ascending upwards, for another god to retrieve. He made a sound of annoyance, before turning back to face the Seraphim. 

“How good of you to show up, Avem. I’ve not seen you for centuries.” Ignus drawled. 

“And peace was bestowed upon these mortals in those centuries.” Avem descended, wielding his blade, till his bare feet touched the scorched earth. “You’ve risen from the depths to take that peace away. Begone.”

Ignus clucked his tongue. “The sky, Avem. I came from the sky, streaking downwards like a comet, same place you came from. These mortals thought I was a good omen, so I fulfilled their wish.” He kicked a skull aside. 

“If you have a similar wish, I’d be honoured to fulfil yours.” 

“Perhaps it once was, to die a cursed hellspawn of my father. How is he, by the way? Still meting justice like he has any right to?”

“Better than you,” Avem said, his unflinching blank gaze boring deep into Ignus.

“Ah.” A flicker of anger hardened his expression. “I suppose five centuries weren’t enough to bring about change. Immortality does that, does it not? Makes existence...not mortal-like.” The concept was difficult to fathom. 

“Enough words. You’ve been on this earth long enough. You must return to your prison.”

The feathers came at him with blinding speed, along with Avem’s blade. Ignus leapt out of the way.

“Don’t be so rash, Avem. I’m not even using a fraction of my power, and neither are you. You would be unable to stop me if I chose to. Not before I incinerate an entire continent.” 

The first hint of emotion striking his countenance: frustration. Ignus grinned. 

“Let’s talk this out rationally, like well-behaved gods, shall we?” 

“I’ll entertain your antics for a while more.” Hawks rested his sword on the ground, holding it with both of his hands. 

“You entertained it once,” Ignus murmured, the smile sliding off his face for a moment. Even with his vast ocean of memories, the memories of that mortal life he indulged in – briefly, stood out like a fire on a winter’s night. 

His blank eyes became unfocused, glancing elsewhere before they sharpened again. Ignus’ heart beat. Could he possibly still remember...?

“Keigo Takami,” Dabi breathed, hoping, praying it would do – 

“GAH!” Avem’s blade was embedded In his gut in the second he was distracted. Ignus growled as the pain spiked upwards like cracking ice. He pulled it out and dodged another flurry of feathers. 

“Return to your prison.” His voice was colder, like the blizzards that began the age of frost. Holding his hand out, his blade returned to its owner. 

“And what about yours, you insufferable being?” Ignus roared as he coalesced an inferno into one blast, incinerating the swarm. As the dust cleared, he sent a glare at Avem, feeling a mixture of frustration and desperation churn within him. Was their magic that strong? 

Avem was silent as he resummoned his wings and sent a last hurricane of feathers. Ignus looked at him. There was no trace of memories on his face. Did he even remember...

“Touya, it’s Touya, Keigo.” 

SCCHING! It came in a blink of light and accompanied by fury Ignus knew was not the fault of Avem, but his makers. A sharp pain blossomed in his chest. 

Ignus dropped to his knees, the blade running him through. Ichor dripped from the tip. 

“Ah. Guess not.” He blinked. Whatever curse the makers put on him...Maybe he could try again in a few centuries. 

“O thou shalt not love the Seraphim,” Ignus murmured, as he stared up at the night sky. 

“Those eyes hold no emotion within.  White irises that once beheld a dream, A dream lost to angelic shackles and chains.” 

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I don’t know what this was meant to be. I just wrote the poem first and then the short story came after. In terms of a coherent universe, that might not exist. Same goes for plot. Might edit this some time if the God AU ever becomes something worth exploring. I’m kinda sure people have done this AU to death (ironic)

Also Ignus is fire and Avem is bird, in latin. 

[hopehunted]

“ 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. ” is that logan lerman? oh no, that’s ALEXANDER GREENE, born on the 8th of NOVEMBER, 2016. i heard HE (cis male) is a SERAPH/VIRTUE of THE PURGED. apparently, they can be GOOD-NATURED and INQUISITIVE but also known to be UNTRUSTWORTHY and WARY. spends most of their free time STUDYING OLD TEXTBOOKS, probably smells like PETRICHOR. is that a bite mark i see? no, must have been a trick of the light.

character inspirations: chidi anagonye (the good place), oliver hampton (how to get away with murder), otis milburn (sex education), tantor (tarzan), adrian monk (monk), beth march (little women).

you can find alexander’s stats right here, where i’ve also put all his links. there’s a good bit of info there, so i’ll just be fluffing him out a bit more here!

— 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄.

alexander is a golden boy. he’s devoted, obedient, proper. he’s everything everyone wants him to be, and doesn’t dare step outside of his preordained box. conforming offers him a safety and benefit of the doubt like no other ; two of the very most important things in this world. 

his mother is a fanatic, drawing hope and purpose from the purged’s way of life. she ushers her family into the light without hesitation, giving up her own son as an offering. it’s the only way she can see to protect them in this new world: they have to get in the oracle’s good graces, they have to be pivotal, they have to be spotless. 

immediately, she decides that alexander has to be a virtue. he’s no fighter — she’s seen the way he carries himself, the way he’s never quite liked anything too rough or too dirty. alexander has no choice, no voice to raise above hers. hers, the hot wire that wraps itself around his brain, squeezing and squeezing until he’s sure its embedded into his every thought. his mother’s convincing that way, applying pressure and pressure and pressure until he grows strong enough to carry it well. he has to succeed. people are depending on him; there’s simply no other choice to be made or entertained.

alexander tries to be good. he studies until his sight blurs. he spends his time helping others and performing house calls, even if they already have enough virtues on duty. he watches for any signs of doubt in the masses, ready to swoop in on that vulnerability at a moment’s notice. he’s one of the oracle’s many ears, a faithful follower intent on keeping their numbers high. he’s like a vulture that way, but that’s not how he sees it.

see, alexander learned the hard way early on that knowledge is power. he gets too close to another boy, too handsy, too intimate. he’s felt it before with others, but never quite like.. this. it’s new, and as such they fumble, make risky decisions. alexander’s mother catches on, only she isn’t like alexander: johanna doesn’t hesitate. in an effort to protect her son, she slanders the other boy ; drags his and his family’s name through the mud and accuses them of heretical acts. alexander, afraid and wracked with guilt — guilt over having been so stupid and naive, makes a vow that he won’t let that happen again. he sees now that his mother has never been all bark — if he steps out of line again, he’ll face her bite again, and again, and again. he can’t be selfish; not when it has such a high price to pay.

he has a kind face and an even softer voice. it’s easy to trust him, to feel like he could understand whatever it is one’s going through. maybe in another world he would, but that isn’t the world they live in. alexander is a rat. he passes on what others confide in him, pushes them back into the light before they can stray further.  he thinks he’s actually doing something good — as if saving them from a worse kind of punishment. the community comes first and they’re only as strong as their weakest members. if preserving that — preserving everything that they’ve worked so hard to build — involves a level of sacrifice then so be it. everyone has to pitch in somehow. he’s doing his part, are you?

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓.

ironically enough, alexander doesn’t like to be aggressive. he doesn’t like hurting people. could never stomach the concept of fighting. he knows that it’s necessary sometimes, but.. he can’t help but think: what right does he have to take another living being’s life? none. none at all. [ rip to this bitch if anyone ever runs up on him tho lmaooo ]

you can’t bring him anywhere. he’s so incredibly anal about cleanliness and.. everything else in the world. oh, you wanna go jump in a lake? you mean where there are all these bacteria and amoebas that could kill you? what, you wanna start rebelling? you mean do the thing that could get us all in serious trouble? i think not!! he’s prissy and he knows it. you can’t complain if you invited him, susan! 

alex: i’m Fine. i’ve literally never been better in my entire life, thank you. :) also alex: [can’t sleep / sleeps three-four hours a night, has shaky hands, overthinks everything at all times]

alex is very non-threatening and conscientious of others. he’d be a really good homemaker. he can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but that’s only if you really just used up all of his patience. he, also, can come off a bit.. intense, when talking about the purged and their beliefs. he just cares a lot and really believes in what he’s saying, which can kind of come off a bit sanctimonious, too. 

he keeps dodging the whole getting married thing, but the closer he gets to thirty the more pressure those above him have been applying. he kind of toes the line between being resigned to the fact that he can’t have the life he wants, and looking on the bright side of it, which for him would be having kids. trying to imagine another reality is painful, however, and he’d rather just keep avoiding it entirely. wishing things were different doesn’t make them so, and he already spends his time worrying about so many other things. 

wanted connection ideas, 

friends! there has to be at least one person in the world that can put up with him, hehe.

enemies / frenemies. maybe alexander used something they told him against them and they don’t buy the whole “i did it to help you” argument of his. maybe something else happened, or maybe they’ve just heard of his rattery and they don’t want anything to do with it. alexander will still be courteous, even if just the tiniest bit passive aggressive. 

older / more experienced virtues that he could’ve trained under / with could be cool. 

give me allll of the relationships with other seraphim, too! he’s an active seraph; really cares about the purged and is devoting his life thus far to making sure they stay strong and prosper. 

if anyone .. wants to pick up that first real relationship connection, then that would definitely be interesting to explore! alexander would’ve totally iced him out after what happened, because of guilt and wanting to make sure that it didn’t happen again. whether they kept trying and still talk or if they just pretend the other doesn’t exist, etc, is all good with me! 

after that first relationship, alexander never really dabbled with anything serious again. he’s more of the fuck and forget about it kind of guy. and tbh.. someone catching feelings for him or being too tender / intimate would scare him off a little lol, because he doesn’t want them to get hurt, too, so that could be interesting to explore. 

someone that his parents are trying to push him on for marriage could be quite spicie. alexander would be mannerly as always, but [ in the same vein as above ] he isn’t really .. available, except this time it’s emotionally and physically. he’d be seen with them enough to get people off his back and then he goes back to being a pal, if that makes sense? whether she knows about him, has a secret of her own, or is completely oblivious is up to you!