#Sera has some feels

[redlyriumidol]

I was talking about this on reddit but I don't think Dorian having the necromancer specialisation fits him really... at all. I can believe he's interested in necromancy (though this isn't really shown apart from one banter with cassandra) and gaider said he was drawn to it because it was difficult- that makes sense, but I just think the vibes are off. Like necromancy kind of gives... a dark and emo edgelord sort of thing. It's inherently creepy lol and kind of disgusting, visceral, gloomy. Whereas Dorian is flashy and bright, immaculately groomed, intellectual, showy. It doesn't track, for me at least.

What I would have given him is a glyph-based specialisation. Like a more complex version of these:

And I would have woven time magic into it- so glyphs of haste, slowing, things like that. As it stands it makes little sense that the focus ability for necromancy is haste; it's only in there because of Dorian, like what has that got to do with raising the dead. I like the glyphs because they're very visually impressive, beautiful even. They're bright and flashy. I also think a mage would have to study glyphs carefully in order to "draw" them correctly. This works with Dorian's background as an academic/scholar, and time magic in general fits him, not just because he studied it with Alexius, but thematically as a "rebellious archivist" or a historian.

#dorian pavus #dragon age #dragon age talks #anyway bring back the unique character specialisations from da2 i loved those so much #in dai i feel like some of the characters were kind of shoehorned into specialisations when they didnt really fit #others were good matches but especially given they actually delved into the lore behind each spec #like you have to drink dragon blood to become a reaver. so does that mean iron bull has? its weird #dorian's the worst offender though. i think sera's is a bit random too

[hewwio]

#ive rewatched gonzo yesterday #gonzo hellsing #hellsing #seras victoria #i love the amount of attention paid to Seras #also all of her iconic looks! #ovas are nothing style-wise compared to the gonzo tbh #so i dont understand people hating on it; like it is even good that is doesnt follow the manga frame by frame #sure some moments were really stupid but the first half is so much cooler #idk despite all the silly stuff it feels more mature than the ovas #also i have a feeling that the rest of millenium as they are would seem kinda tasteless in gonzoverse #funny that at the same time millenium is like the only thing that interests me in the ovas ughhh #i wish i could make deep art analysis and stuff but my brain won't work that way #upd as ive re-read it a minute after posting: #maybe ovas are not 'nothing' but they surely arent as stylish #especially if we're talking about soundtrack; ive seen people saying ova has a good one but.. #well i do too like Carl Maria von Weber but they didn't even include the best part of the opera (Jägerchor) duh

[pebblezone]

🦭

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #seras victoria #integra hellsing #sertegra #a #yay guns!!!!!!! murder.!!!! intimidation tactics!!!!!!!! #happy Saturday!! ‼️‼️🧍‍♂️🫶‼️‼️❤️‼️‼️ #so sorry for the sertegra shortage I spent all week trying to lip sync things then remembered I had actual work to do #but I finally finished it!!! albeit I got a bit lazy but I did it! yay yippee!!!!!!!!!!! #beach boys hellsing power point going bonkers ‘every sentence has been said at some point in time’ #I can prove that shit false using the power of horrible horrible connections that no one else would ever feel the need to make #anyway you guys should listen to Sunflower she’s warm and fluffy and has a lot of whole band collaboration #like you have Dennis And Bruce contributing songs that’s crazy you have two Bruce songs that never happens! also cool cool water is fun #yay scrapped smile tracks! and unlike the other smile scrapped ones that they put on studio albums she’s like a unique lil lad #like the whole first part isn’t at all on the like 2011 recreation unlike say vegetables which gets remashed or our prayer which is iden #okay well actually maybe it is more like vegetables in that sense it’s more it’s cutting something instead of adding #which a lot of the 2011 versions were adding things back that were cut like the cantina part of heroes and villains #actually okay now that I’m thinking about it shit would require a lot of explaining I can’t just drop the Charles Manson lore #or some shit like that and just move on… sorry beach boys 💔

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

There's a very popular interpretation of Akechi that the third semester is him "mask off," his true self for everyone to behold with no filters or masks. And it's wrong.

Akechi still wears a mask in the third semester--the mask of the black mask. He is never honest throughout the majority of the entire game including the third semester, outside a few key exceptions mainly in his Royal confidant, the Jazz club, and 2/2. Akechi's true self is not a heartless killer. The black mask is another persona (figuratively and literally) he puts on for his own purposes.

(And of course, as I will get into later, that mask is as much a part of him as the pleasant mask is. Loki is as much a part of him as Robin Hood. They are both masks, but they are masks that draw from his inner self. They may obscure inner truths about himself, but they are reflections of that inner self as well.)

Akechi puts on the black mask for clear reasons--he doesn't want the Phantom Thieves, especially Joker, to become attached and risk the true reality for him. He does not believe he deserves or needs companionship after what he's done, he doesn't desire pity or mercy, so he uses what he believes to be his true, unfiltered self to push others away. Because Akechi knows (or thinks that he knows) that his "true" self is unlovable and repulsive. If the pleasant mask is worn to draw others to him, the black mask is worn to push others away.

Now, because Akechi believes his true self is so unlovable, the black mask contains more truth to it than the pleasant mask. He has the freedom to be more honest while wearing that mask because the point is to push others away, and he thinks he can do that by being himself. But even as the black mask, Akechi is never truly vulnerable. He does not display his sympathy for Sumire (which he clearly feels beneath the surface). He puts on this face of antipathy when he clearly does care. Just look at his tsundere behavior with Joker.

If we want to see Akechi's true self we have to look past both the pleasant mask and the black mask. And what's underneath is a kid who loathes himself, who threw his life away for a man who destroyed his life simply to receive recognition that he was worth existing and died for that mistake. Akechi hates himself so deeply that he looked to his own disgusting father, whom he hated, for validation and love.

The engine room scene is key to understanding Akechi in the third semester. I've stated this before, but Akechi in the third semester is someone who's lost everything and believes it is entirely his own fault. He lost, something he absolutely cannot stand, and he believes he is dead. He suspects Maruki is going to use his life as a bargaining chip to accept the fake reality, perhaps from the very beginning. So, what else is there for him to do but to oppose with every fiber of his being the adult who once again wishes to manipulate and use him for his own purposes, and push away the peers he has personally hurt so they don't grow attached and will be able to make the correct choice and let him die in that engine room.

But who is the true Goro Akechi? The kid who isn't being manipulated by Shido? The man who hasn't made opposing Maruki his sole and final life objective?

He's philosophical and self aware, as we see in the jazz club. He's playful, as we see in his Rank 6 in the bathhouse. He's frightfully intelligent, as we see in Nijima's Palace, and genuinely enjoys investigative work, as we see in the third semester. He's vulnerable, as we see on 2/2. He's capable of both happiness and friendship in a few rare moments, but they are snuffed out before they can fully bloom into their true potential due to outside circumstances.

Akechi is not heartless. He is not doomed to have suffering eternally define his existence, and he doesn't live to kill. He's a kid who was groomed and manipulated into becoming a child assassin by his own father and lost himself in the process. He doesn't even know himself until the very end of the game when he Awakens to Hereward. Before that point he's so thoroughly rejected Robin Hood as a part of himself that he's nearly forgotten his childhood dream of being a hero and he believes that Loki is, in his own words, "who I really am." In awakening to Hereward, Akechi reconciles all aspects and masks into one united vision. He's no longer shattered into two incomplete reflections, but a singular whole self. But that doesn't happen until the very eve of his own (supposed) demise.

We barely get a glimpse of Akechi's true self before he's gone because Akechi himself doesn't know who he is and he hates himself so thoroughly he's incapable of displaying himself to others (and therefore the player). Both of his masks are incomplete pictures of the true self underneath. Loki is a twisted mask defined by his anger and suffering and longing for vengeance. Robin Hood is a forgotten, unrealized childhood dream of becoming an ideal hero who fights for the weak. Both are part of him, but separately are mere shadows of a whole. Before Hereward he is constantly in two extremes--the perfect, idealized self; and the vitriolic, imperfect, violent side. We don't see an Akechi who has found a balance, who has finally found who he truly is, because he dies too early for him to discover it.

#ive written metas touching on this in the past but i realized i had more to say so here you go #p5 #goro akechi #akechi goro #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #i need to write a meta about hereward being the perfect representation of akechi at some point #i also need to write a meta about rank six because it makes me Feel Things #that rank is akechi at his most real dont @ me #actually feel free to @ me (aka send an ask) i need an excuse to rant about it #maybe if i get an ask i'll finally type it all out we'll see #also. this is what i meant when i said he has persona 4 vibes. looks like i did explain myself further after all #sera posts #sera talks goro

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober: "Do you even know what this means?"

Fandom: Lumine

Summary: Kody, still learning to read Terranian, struggles to read a note Camille left.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of!

Words: 610

Kody stared at the sheet of paper in front of him, his nose scrunched and his eyes narrowed. The language was foreign to him; while he recognized it as words that he couldn’t understand, a language that his school never even began to offer, it looked like a doctor’s scrawl to him.

Well, maybe that’s because it technically was. Though, she wasn’t really a doctor, per se. She was a healer, a witch, whatever else she called herself.

Close enough to a doctor, though.

“Camille never really had the best handwriting, sorry, kiddo.” Sera said, peering over their shoulders and down at the table in the brief moment that she moved past them. "It's probably hard to figure out what she was trying to say."

“Do you even know what this means?” Kody said, turning to frown at the back of Sera's head as she stood by the window. “There’s no way you can.”

“We’ve known each other for years.” Sera said, loosely shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t turn to face Kody, instead opting to watch the snow drift steadily down. “It’s getting colder out..."

“You don’t know what it says, do you.”

“I can read it.”

“There’s no way in hell—”

“I still have notes from her. From when we were younger.”

“And could you read those.”

“Took awhile to get used to it, but. Yeah.”

Kody looked back down at the sheet of paper. Terranian chicken-scratch, he was sure his dad would call it. At least, he would whisper it to Kody, hoping to earn even the even the tiniest of chuckles or the slightest hint of a smile. “Does everyone in her line of work have handwriting this bad? All doctors have it this bad, I swear. She sort of counts as that.”

“You’re still learning, of course it’s going to be harder for you to read. It’s not your first language like it is for us.”

“Then help me out.”

Sera smiled to herself, rolling her eyes as she placed her mug on the coffee table beside Kody and took a seat on the floor. “Alright, come on. Show me what you’re having problems with specifically.”

“This. All of it.” Kody moved the sheet of paper closer to her, leaning and following it, his eyes stuck on the messy words.

Sera stayed still for a moment, her neutral expression twitching upright in a subtle, but undeniably irked, smile as her eyes glossed over the paper. “Oh, so. All of it.”

“Yeah. Bet you’re having a hard time, too.” Kody said, looking away as he leaned back into place with a little huff. “It’s pretty bad.”

“It’s a lot rougher than what it was a few years ago, yeah. No doubt about that.” Sera slid the paper off of the table and gingerly pinched it at the bottom between her thumb and pointer finger; she squinted at it, trying to discern the words in front of her. “I guess my handwriting hasn’t gotten any better since I stopped talking to her. But geez. I didn’t think hers would get worse, too. This is just one of her shopping lists, no notes for us.”

“Shouldn’t Lumine have this? If he’s supposed to help her look for ingredients today.”

“I mean, she probably wouldn’t send him out shopping alone. He’ll get lost.”

“Probably?” Kody raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “That’s not really reassuring.”

“So, wanna grab your coat and go out? Look around for them, just to make sure they didn’t get separated?”

“Yeah.” And to make sure she didn't ask him to go out alone.

“Alright, come on. Camille’ll probably need this list, anyway. So disorganized...”

#fictober23 #lumine #fanfics #my fanfics #not on ao3 #2023 #i have this v v v specific headcanon that like... sera's hands ache a lot. #ik the fighting she does is in dog form and she's healed like. immediately after the fights. #but there's no way that Couldn't have some kind of chronic impact #i feel like it would make it hard to write #and i kind of headcanon that camille doesnt really take care of her hands all that well so she has a lot of cubital tunnel and carpal tunne #pains which makes writing Really difficult #anyways enough headcanon ramblings in the tags #drops this here and disappears into oblivion for housework

[majimassqueaktoy]

I still want to write a fic about Makoto set after 0 where she goes off the rails because she is a traumatized 21 year old with not a single living connection in the world and now she has 10 billion yen to her name which just spells trouble to me

#when I say she has no living connection I mean bc Majima isn't ever known by her #like I hope she gets comfort at the idea he is out there even if she can't find him #but essentially her brother and Lee and her mum and her grandfather are all dead #She's literally got no one #And I'm supposed to believe she just copes fine with that? #I always had this Makoto Everywhere Idea #where she doesn't leave Kamurocho and Majima keeps seeing her around #and she's driving him insane because shes actively looking for him and he's trying to escape her #he's threatened every yakuza in the city never to say a word unless they want him to go mad dog like he did on the dojima family #even Sera agrees #so Makoto's left smacking random dudes and wandering around doing her investigation #She hassles Nishiki and Kiryu about it- but they're all Oh Um we didn't know the guy #It's just Majima going to get ciggies in the poppo and oh fuck heres Makoto eating a fuckin pork bun #quickly turn around and run away #Oh he feels a bit snackish- why not go grab some takoyaki Oh fuck me it's Makoto Makimura at the takoyaki cart /again/ #He wants to go have some fun- have a drink and a little karaoke #in an Okama bar- Jesus fucking christ Makoto's here and she'd singing HIS song and she's too drunk so now he's worried #But it's none of his buisness... Hmm maybe he can pay one of the nice young guys in there to keep an eye... No thats suspect #You get my vibe? #that's a different story to the one in the body of the post though. #Or Is It 🤨 #Makoto looking for him but being destructive and its driving Majima insane #anyway :)

[7-oh-ta1]

Thinking abt my Inquitor (Lavellan) & his friendship with Sera is really is what led me to realize why ppl who hate her are usually ppl who love Solas -- and yeah obviously I'm aware that they're opposites but specifically I think people just like what Solas is symbolic of. It's not even that he as a person is fascinating to them its just that they really like the elven lore and that's his whole shtick. Which actually sucks bec Solas as a person, not as a symbol, is interesting. And it also led me to realize that characters like Solas and occasionally Blackwall (who I LOVE btw don't misinterpret) are forgiven for their deceit with little to no repercussions whereas characters like Sera and Vivenne who are completely upfront about who they are and what they want are trashed or at least were for many years until people got bored of them. I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to say I just feel like there's a correlation. Like maybe they don't like what Vivenne is or Sera is symbolic of so immediately don't try to get to know them any further which is fine they don't have to like everyone, but makes me wonder how many ppl play these games that are crucially character based and just write off any character that doesn't lie to them for intrigue

#lindsay speaks #dragon age #idk i just don't feel like i understand that. sera is a steadfast friend who looks out for the inquistor. #SHE HOOKED MINE UP WITH A CROSSBOW ARM ATTACHMENT. <3 #but she's treated so so shittily by the fanbase because they won't even listen to her? btw on many things my inquisitor agreed to disagree #with her which resulted in minimal disapproval and they were still best friends because they both believed the most important thing in each #situation was how to protect people who cannot protect themselves? and saw the virtue in each other #not to mention the things sera says she has every right to say (maybe it's different with low approval?) and she's allowed to have #conflicted feelings about the whole world. she's not a fucking politician selling you her worldview she's your FRIEND #and she's completely upfront & truthful about her boundaries and who she is and what she does. not one lie. #but solas can literally be some 10000000+ year old man with the plan to rip the world apart by force and lied to you not just about the #obvious bigger things like his doomsday plan but even the small things like where he grew up & what his goals are. and he did it with a #smile & he only regrets it enough to say ''I'm sorry but too bad'' AND HARDLY ANYONE SHIT ON HIM?? I actually enjoy his character I'm not #saying i WANTED hate but compared to Sera being treated like a punching bag for years because she doesn't lie to you versus the reception #he got???? it just baffles me. it was so disproportionate and still is !!

[ridragon]

Pretty sure they're currently retconing 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂, no way that's appearing in arcane at any point

I WILL BE MAD IF THEY RETCON THAT TBH.... IT WAS SUCH A GOOD EXPLANATION AND MORAL DILEMMA FOR [DATA EXPUNGED]

... (but ngl it would make sense if they did...... Because they hate [REDACTED] so much APPARENTLY.)

#i still know about 🐺 #at least #arcane #league of legends #asks #anonymous #answers #but that also means that if they introduce Sera she literally has. no purpose. and i feel like theyre gonna want to because riot really #likes her for some reason #(overrated tbh) #RENATA THO... PLEASE PLEASE #bring in renataaaaaa

[earlyspringtranscendence]

accidentally started re reading arcane ascension & now i’m thinking abt an arcane ascension wrestling au. corin & sera youngbucks type beat. corin hates it deeply and wishes instead that he could be like hook but unfortunately corin is by no means cool enough to be hook

#corin you're a loser and a nerd you tag w ur sister and thats IT #but actually the feud that could happen btwn a faction of the cadence family v the new faction of corin & sera #like magnus cadence sends corin out to go train and be better with sera they join up with fucking uhhh #god what is his name. see this is the problem w audiobooks absolutely 0 sense of what someones called. hold pleae #DEREK thats the boy anyway they join w derek its all good and well then magnus wants corin back n like #gets voiceofthetower (once again i do not know names) to whisper mean things in corins ear #abt how theyre his Real family and he'd never be good enough to be part of sera's family #also at some point keras accidentally stumbles into the hartigan faction he really has no idea how he got there but doesnt leave #everyones like WOW fucking KERAS SELYRIAN is taking these youngins under his wing !!! #in reality its derek who's taking all of them under his wing and keras was just kinda in the wrong place at the wrong time #and now he has children #(ough keras' Storied Past could be such a moment too. i still havent read the last book in his series but ugh <3) #his series being like. weapons and wielders i mean. cause ive read broken mirrors #ANYWAY. last thing i'll say on the matter for now is the lord teft face turn we're all patiently waiting for in canon anyway #like i feel like at this point he's made it there but yk. #dont magnus and teft know each other ??? the face turn of teft beating the shit out of magnus w his cane ugh <3 love it <3 #hey mr rowe are you interested in writing about wrestling for a bit? i love you #recently read #<- putting it in that tag bc that tag really only exists cause of AA it might as well be my AA tag in general #OUGH . KERAS & PATRICK TAG TEAMING . OGUH !!!!

[no-one-hears-me]

I forgot that you guys don't know the lore 😭

#if you haven't followed me for liiike at least 2 years you don't understand who I'm talking about in my posts huh #whoopsies #i really only post about 2 people tho and only one has real lore #the other one is basically just dear friend. big brother. bestie #but yeah. maybe i should write a summary post about people #do my newer followers even know MY lore???? this is a trauma blog i feel like everyone should know some things #anyways. after my other post i got some people in my inbox and i realized that people don't know the situation #which is obviously bc I'm vague and didn't explain anything ever. but also bc i haven't explained anything in a couple years #the feedback I'm getting is basically “it looks like you care” and I'm like yeah girl that's the point 😭😭😭 #a biiig issue historically is that it looks like i don't care but i do. so like. showing that i care for ONCE is not a bad thing #can't believe nobody has brought up the issue of like. boundaries tho #that's not a real concern but you guys don't have enough info to know that lol #looking back on things. i sound insane to you guys if you're reading my posts with limited/no knowledge #sorry guys 😔 it's actually not that bad #Sera

[ambrosiagoldfish]

I've never sent a request before, but I'm fiending for more adam, like anything, anything at all

Benefit of the doubt

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Angst(?), Not exactly fluff at the end but it gets better, typical Adam TW’s, reader low-key high-key has a complex about being loved, this is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader. (Also Y/n isn’t used, which also surprised me, the author, LMAO)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1760

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the request! I haven’t had a chance to write something that was originally my own idea in a while, so this was very refreshing! I’ve had this idea since I’ve watched the show so I hope you enjoy it!

I’m entirely up for making a small series from this oneshot, but I would need to know y’all’s opinion on it! (So don’t feel scared to let me know if you want some more of this idea in my Request box/the replies on this post!!)

Also Adam may be slightly OOC but please just chalk it up to him not yet getting his ego’s dick sucked 24/7

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you do!

Proofread but of course could have left mistakes!

You’ve existed for almost all of human existence, Almost.

You were the 4th being to be created during the time of Eden. But unlike the other 3, you weren’t human. In fact, you technically never lived before. An honestly hopeless existence, yet it was so beautiful in every way. But for what purpose? Well…

You were created shortly after Eve ate the apple, before she and eventually Adam committed the first act of sin that caused evil to latch onto humanity like a leech.

The reason for your existence was simple. To be Adam’s new spouse, except for when after he died. From the very moment Eve bit the fruit of temptation, it was already decided she would hold no place in heaven. Adam was given mercy due to him not possessing any knowledge of the fruit Eve had shared with him, he trusted her wholeheartedly. Which is exactly why heaven gave him mercy… no, pity would be a better choice of words.

Upon your creation you learned immediately of the happenings before your existence. About Lilith and Eve, and about Lucifer

And so, after Adam and Eve were casted away from the Garden, they continued to live their lives, fostering the existence of mankind for the rest of time. And when they eventually died, Adam was given pity while Eve was thrown to the wayside, the vast unknown.

You thought it was finally your time to experience existence with the one you loved, the one you were made for. Of course you never would know life as he did but surely your life never-after life could be just as meaningful as his.

How excited you were, how completely enamored by the thought of it. But there was a problem with that, Adam had grown into a new person, he was meant to of course, he was human. But he had grown selfish, abhorrent… insecure.

You understood why, to be betrayed by not one but two of his wives for the same person. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he could be feeling. Before you were to meet your future husband, Sera informed you that he had asked for a mask, and once on, he has refused to take it off.

That didn’t bother you, it’s irrelevant to your love for him. You've only heard descriptions of his features. Short Brown hair, gold eyes, bushy eyebrows, some scruff on his chin. All in all, he sounded perfectly fine, ordinary even. But even then it’s his choice to wear the mask, so you’ll respect it.

Finally, the time he arrived in heaven, and when Sera finally introduced you, his new spouse, the one to whom would be by his side for the rest of forever.

He rejected you outright.

“What?” Your breath hitched as you stuttered over the word, the sharp inhale of your lungs through your mouth flicked through the air.

Sera looked just as shocked as you but she quickly regained her composure “What is the meaning of this Adam?”

“If you think I’m going to let my life get fucked over by another one of your “gifts” well, you’ve got another thing coming!” He crossed his arms and shook his head defyingly. “I’ve already learned my lesson with those last 2 bitches.”

“Adam I’m sorry that happened to you but I would never-“ almost like lightning his finger shot to your mouth, shushing you.

“Save it, Sweetcheeks, I really don’t care what you have to say, so just stay there and look pretty, k?” His hand fell and grabbed the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together, his LED mask flashing a sharp smile.

You saddeningly looked down at the clouds below you.

“Adam!” Sera’s voice sounded through the air, still soft but firm, she continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Divine judgment allowed you to be the first human soul in heaven, so I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to give your new spouse that same grace.”

Slowly your eyes looked up at Sera with a soft smile. Adam only groaned “Ugh, Fine but don’t be fuxking annoying, capiche?” You nod your head quickly.

“Very good, glad we have it settled.” Sera gives a quick smile, “now, I have some business to take care of so I’ll leave you two alone to get to know one another” With that, Sera flew away leaving the both of you alone.

The silence was thick in the air, the only sound being the occasional wind breeze blowing past. The sunlight creeps in through the clouds painting an orange sky above you both. In every sense of the word, it was perfect.

It was almost funny. You had waited so long to finally meet him, your true love, the one you were made for. All the things you dreamed about, the laughs you’d have together, the warm embrace of the person who you loved. But now… you didn’t know what to say…

“I’m… happy to finally meet you.” Your voice is quiet, almost non-audible. “I’ve been waiting for you since… well, forever…”

He doesn’t respond. He seems to be transfixed on something below you both. You train your eyes on whatever he’s watching only to see the dark cavernous abyss below you. Finally he breaks his silence.

“The fuck is that?” He asked pointing down, a sound of genuine intrigue hidden behind his abrasive voice

“That’s hell?” You stated confused “where would-be sinners will go to be punished, didnt you k-“ you suddenly realized that perhaps Adam really didn’t know what hell was. It was only created relatively recently, after Eve and Him ate the apple, of course he wouldn’t know. “it’s also where Lucifer-“

“Don’t fucking say his name.” Adam spoke, his voice rough in his speech. LED mask putting a harsh frown on his face. “Let’s get one thing straight M”Kay babe, if you’re my “new spouse” that’s something you should remember.” The “new spouse” was said with a tone clearly meant to mock you.

“Sorry…”

“Ugh, It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” He groaned before a wicked smile crept onto his mask “Sooo, that means he’s going to be stuck with all the wasteful beings of existence, HA fuxkin’ hilarious. Guess that makes them the losers and us the Winners!”

His laugh filled the air, the sound was like music to your ears, sure maybe it wasn’t really what you’d hoped he’d fine funny, but you loved it all the same but eventually his laugh died down

Silence again… in admits of all of it you suddenly was sparked with a thought “oh!” Adam looked confused at the random exclamation. “I had almost forgotten… I brought you something, as a welcome gift or was it a nice to meet you gift? Both? Eh, it doesn’t matter but the point is-“ you suddenly snap your fingers.

Golden light began shining, the light seemed like liquid hot magma as it moved and molded slowly into a shape. Light seemed to be overlapping and churning into itself, forming your desired outcome. With one final snap of your fingers, the gleaming gold liquid took hold, and quickly hardened to a solid.

The object that had formed quickly fell down, landing in your arms with a light thud.

“I’m still learning this creation stuff, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect but-“ you hold out the object in your arms as an invitation to grab it “I learned from Sera that you liked to play guitar when you were alive, so I thought you might like to have one here…”

Adam looked at the instrument in your hands. The base color was gold, the neck was pearly white with gold strings. To be honest it looked more like a harp then anything, like if a guitar and a harp had a baby.

Silence again. Did he not like it? Did he hate it? You go to pull it back to you and apologize when suddenly it’s ripped out from your hands.

“Holyshit, this is sick as Fuck!” Adam immediately started playing some rifts on the new guitar. The sound wasn’t what you were expecting but you guess Sera was right about his talent with the instrument. The whole time his mask had a wide and sharp smile as he mimicked guitar sounds with his voice, the occasional laugh leaving his mouth.

“I’m really glad you like it” you say, a sigh of relief leaving your body.

Adam looked at you, one you missed. He saw how relieved you were, how nice you were being. No person who supposedly loved him ever gifted him something, well, one other did. Someone he trusted and loved more than everyone, anyone. But look how that ended, with them being removed from the garden, away from an eternity of happiness until he died. All from someone giving him what he thought was nothing but love, a gift.

But he could see that this was different, you were different. When Eve gave him the apple, she didn’t explain what it was or why she wanted him to eat it, even when he asked her she didn’t explain. But with you, you had not only given him something you knew he liked but also expressed the reason behind it. Yes, you were different, even Adam could see it.

“Anyways, thanks for the axe, I guess…” Adam for the first time was stunned, but quickly he continued “What was the thing that Sera chick said about me and “divine judgment” or whatever the fuck? That she gave me the “benefit of the doubt…”

You were a bit confused but continued listening, “I guess I should at least try to give you a chance, since you got me this sick ass guitar an’ shit.” Your face lit up, you about began to speak before you were, once again, shushed “B-B-But-” his finger tapped your lips with each repeated syllable ”-only a chance. If you betray me like those last 2 bitches then you’re done, got it?”

To say you were overjoyed would be an understatement, a smile quickly plastered across your face as you quickly nodded your head

“Alright good, so uh, what do ya say about showing me the best places to get a bite to eat around here, I could really go for some ribs right about now.”

“ I’d… love to, thank you Adam”

“Yeah don’t mention it Sweetcheeks” Adam quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you two began walking.

Maybe you will get your eternity of happiness.you can only pray you do.

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[deadghosy]

THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake

“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.

“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.

“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories

As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”

The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.

Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.

After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.

“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…

you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭

Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.

Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”

Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.

I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭

After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)

The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.

I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.

You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.

You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.

Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.

Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.

Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.

Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.

NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗

You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.

You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.

MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.

MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .

Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.

I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.

I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.

You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.

You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.

I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty

Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.

I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭

You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.

At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.

As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.

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[idolomantises]

What inspired you to create your monsters and girls and bugtopia comics? They’re really cool and I love the characters and your art style!!

With Bugtopia it was mainly just a side hobby I did for fun because I just really liked bugs but there was a lot of stigma around it. God forbid you draw some bug with tits, people will harass you endlessly for it. but when i saw the positive reception of my moth girlfriends Dahlia and Zinnia, I was like "suck it up and draw what you want dummy"

WIth Monsters and Girls... originally it was actually going to be an adult comic series (and by adult i mean ADULT. like porn. it was going to be porn) about a fallen angel seducing a succubus virgin, but scrapped it because I wasn't feeling the concept and I couldnt get a creative idea out of it. So I shifted into an Angel who falls for Succubus but has no idea how to handle her feelings. Originally it was going to be more of a slow burn hence the early comics having Sera outright insult Lili.

But then I was like "eh fuck it. this isnt a tv show, let them date!" so it became a series of comics. but over time I started thinking about their world and their relationship to it and it just kept developing and expanding.

#ask quill

[tumb1rprincess]

Just finished episodes 5 and 6 of Hazbin Hotel

Okay, I need to look up how this running gag of Lucifer with rubber ducks started 'cause it's fucking hilarious. Also, Lucifer is such a loser and I love him.

Every. Song. Is. A. Fucking. Banger.

Alastor and Lucifer's duet had me screaming. Although I have to wonder: does Alastor actually think of Charlie as a daughter figure or was he just getting under Lucifer's skin?

Oh my God, poor Husker when Alastor fucking snapped at him. But Husker also mentioned Alastor being on a leash too. What did he mean by that? Is Lilith involved? People have pointed out that she's been gone for seven years and Alastor is jumping into action after a seven year break. Is this a hint that the two are connected?

Lucifer and Charlie's duet got me teary-eyed, it was so great. I was a little worried when I heard Lucifer's voice actor also voiced Varian in Tangled: the Series 'cause I wondered if Lucifer was going to sound like a pubescent boy. But he fucking knocked it out of the park.

So Charlie mentioned that Lilith and Lucifer split. Does she mean, like, a full on divorce? If so, I wondered what caused it. Also, if they're leaving Lilith's face blank in Charlie's flashbacks, is there some kind of twist or big reveal with what she looks like?

Sir Pentious having a thing for Cherri Bomb was not the direction I was expecting, but hey, it's hilarious and I love it.

Looks like a theory we've called from day one has been confirmed: Vaggie used to be an angel. And not only an angel, an exterminator. interesting that Charlie literally found her after she lost her eye and wings and stuff. I wonder if we'll ever see their relationship when it first started. Also, is it just me, or does her angel form look like Cassandra from Tangled: the Series?

What I did not expect was Heaven not to know about sinners being exterminated. And seeing other angels was interesting. They're not 100% douchebags like Adam. Emily clearly wants to help them and even Sera feels uncomfortable with how this situation is being handled, although she still believes it needs to be done and sinners can't be redeemed.

Angel Dust showing care and concern for his friends was so heart warming. And sticking to to Valentino was great.

Emily and Charlie's duet and reprise of Hell is Forever was great. But we're heading into the final stretch of the show with the extermination coming up and the hotel being a prime target. Shit is so going to go down next week.

#spoilers #charlie morningstar #vaggie #lucifer #angel dust #husker #valentino #lilith #alastor #adam hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel

[hazelfoureyes]

⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

I managed to finish this despite, ya know, the aforementioned: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2 (keep reading)

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦

「warnings/promises: Alastor x CupidFemReader, broken bones, feet washing, normal sized Luci, you know the outfit in my PFP? You’re wearing that but soft purple and the bottom half is ambiguous because idk baby whatever you feel best in it’s your story, Husk has a bad time, Alastor has a bad time, You have a bad time, Charlie has a great time 👌🏼, not choking」

Minors this one is chill but the next two imma need you to Dni 💋 ♥️ 🧹lovingly

You had made a mistake, yes, but Hell? Really?

Sure, you had dropped an arrow into the water supply of a nunnery which did lead to some unholy behaviors. But! The nuns seemed quite happy. Wasn’t that the point?

Tossing you to Hell through a hastily opened portal was honestly unprofessional. You ended up dropping three stories, upside down, in front of a butcher's shop.

In the seconds between Sera telling you, ‘You can return when you’ve made a sinner believe in true love.’ and Lute kicking you square in the chest through the hell door, you thought it wouldn’t be so hard. True, you couldn’t use your arrows as that wouldn’t be “true love” and also too easy, even gods weak to your shots, but ultimately sinners were still human. Humans were pushovers! Pliable, gentle at their hearts, desiring love and tenderness. How bad could the naughty ones be? 

And then you landed shoulder first onto the pavement. It hurt. Things didn’t hurt in heaven…

Your arrows scattered, quiver spilling when you inverted. Wincing, you scrambled to grab as many as were within reach. Your right shoulder was burning, a new sensation.

You counted them by name as you gathered: Eros, Agape, Philia, Pragma, Philautia, Ludus, Storge… panic. 

ErosAgapePhiliaPragmaPhilautiaLudusStorge— Mania wasn’t there. Arguably the arrow that caused you the most trouble, the sting of Mania would cause a madness that led to obsessive behaviors, possessiveness, jealousy. 

Pulling yourself up, arrows clutched in one hand, the other holding the place near your collar was throbbing, your eyes were frantic in their search.

“What’s this?”

You finally looked up from the sidewalk, a man’s back to you before he turned. Bile rose and burned your throat as he pulled Mania from where it had pierced his chest pocket.

His eyes, shades of red heaven didn’t even entertain, made a simple trip from the arrow's head to your face.

The man went so still you thought for a moment he was a hologram, but you could see the tiniest rise and fall of his chest. A deer facing down a bright light, he remained frozen in place as you began to approach him.

“Excuse my manners, but that’s mine and I really need it back.” Your injured arm moved first and the pain made you see white, a cry so sharp people turned to look. He snapped back to his senses, and with an odd sound you couldn’t quite place, he seemingly disappeared into the ground.

Mania was left behind, shining smugly against the dirty pavement. You didn’t want to make a reach for it, fear flooding you. You’d never felt pain before.

You’d seen it in humans, but never in your existence had you experienced it. Would both arms hurt?

You let the left hand abandon its guarding place and grabbed the errant arrow. Tucking into an alley, you crouched and returned the arrows to their quiver with immense difficulty.

Okay, yes it was Hell but maybe you were a little paranoid. A sense of being watched wouldn't leave you even after you re-emerged from the darkness of the alley. 

The enormity of your task set in as you surveyed the area. You, an obviously heavenly creature even without your wings out on display, would need time to make anyone believe in any form of love. Where would you go in the meantime? And now injured for the first time in your life? How long would that need to mend?

Expanding your view, you saw the currently defunct doomsday countdown hovering above the embassy. Perfect, holy ground would atleast keep you safe for the night, which was falling with a malignant speed.

They couldn’t have given you some time to change? Or pack a set of clothes? Your short sleeved button up a (literally) glowing shade of white was attracting too much attention, golden sandals now cloudy from various fluids across Pentagram city’s streets. Your heart shaped overalls a powdered purple, you looked like an adult child among a sea of very tired professionals. 

When you got to the embassy you only had one good arm to open the heavy doors, which unfortunately didn’t budge. Perhaps you needed two? Trying to muster up some adrenaline, you began to pant. Deep breaths like the women in labour you sometimes worked your magic on.

As soon as you gripped the handle you saw something that made you jump back, muscles flexing around whatever damage you’d done in your body from the fall. A large black snake? Some demonic squid’s appendage? Something unholy grabbed hold of the handle as soon as you had and gave such a tug the doors violently shook.

You spun around to the dark neighborhood behind you. Nothing. Turning back the thing was gone. And so was all of your hope. It was locked. The tears were unwanted and unnecessary, but just-- you were hurting so much, you were dirty, you were alone, and now essentially homeless.

If there was ever a reason to cry, you decided to let yourself have this one. 

The lamplights flickered and the entire street went pitch black. Because of course it did.

Hyperventilating now entirely without intention, you watched as one light to the left popped on with a static buzz. Desperate to be out of the darkness you ran to the spotlight. As soon as your foot entered the beam, the light beside it lit up. Your eyes wandered to heaven above, were they helping you? Had you not been entirely abandoned?

Of course! Yeah. They sensed you at the doors and sent off some guidance. How silly of you. Relief washed over you as you ran through the lights until your foot left one spotlight but the next hadn't popped on.

Twirling back to the embassy, you saw all of the lights shut off in succession behind you.

Just you and the one lamp now, and the glow of some TVs in the shop window to the right. What was the meaning of this? 

That weird sound you heard earlier but couldn’t place… electricity but dusty and barely contained. Your gaze was drawn to the radio in the shop window in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it until it buzzed to life. It lit up faintly, dial turning on its own until a high and smooth voice rang out, “Looking for your way to heaven? You’re in luck! The Hazbin Hotel is now accepting any and all willing to find redemption!”

This must have been the message, I mean, heaven was never good at being subtle.

“Just make your way to the left and toward the looming building atop the hill!”

Your head turned to your left and then up slightly. Bathed in red and white lights stood a behemoth of a building on the edge of a cliff.

Head still facing the hotel, your eyes flitted back to the radio.

“Reception is open 24 hours a day!”

You touched your arm, then patted at your pockets. Not a wallet or ID card on you. You were the 17th Cupid incarnation, why would you have a fucking ID card? But didn’t those places need such things? You’d seen every romcom earth had ever produced. There was always some issue with hotel check ins. 

“Not a red cent needed! We literally do not care who you are!”

Oh. Wait. Was this a trap?

“Created by the Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter! A foolish young woman who genuinely believes in reforming sinners!”

Lucifer?? The former angel, yes, but the word angel carried much more weight now. Perhaps he would have a modicum of pity given your circumstances.

You took an unsteady foot forward and toward the hotel when the street lights all buzzed back to life.

The path to the hotel was long, many demons stopping you on your way but quickly losing interest after a second or two of pestering you. You gave a silent prayer to the archangels for that blessing.

It must have been nearly 1am when you finally made it to the hotel’s doors. When you entered you found an empty reception desk and a poorly written note:

Before the bell’s hammer even hit the metal, a man popped up from behind the counter.

The man.

The man you shot with Mania.

“Welcome to th-,”

You were outside and leaving the awning before he could finish, but just as quickly as you left he appeared in front of you, “Still missing your manners?”

He blocked your path with his remarkable size. Why were demons so tall? What was the use of it?

“Deer got your tongue?” He bent over unnaturally at the waist.

“What?”

“Would you like-,” he began.

You walked around him and down the driveway. He moved briskly beside you, slowly growing larger and larger until his body was several stories tall and entirely blocking the gates of the premises.

A horror. Hell was full of horrors.

He crouched, large toothy smile now baring down at you.

If you stabbed him in the eye with an arrow, which would cause the least trouble? It was a rule to never give a double love bite but this was a dire situation.

But if you were sent to hell for a little nun love fest, what would purposefully stabbing a sinner do?

He rapidly shrank, hands coming to his front to catch a summoned microphone…Cane? Staff?

“You’re injured. Just, come back inside. I promise I don’t bite without consent.” His head cocked to the side, a quiet, “Usually” tacked on.

We’re you visibly hurt? How bad was it? You looked past him to where sounds of yelling and music were rolling up the hill.

“You don’t have many options, angel.” He hissed the word through clenched teeth. Disgust almost seemed to lace his voice, but why, then, was he offering help?

“Not an angel. Cupid. Different.” Kind of. You gave the quiver a shake.

“Ah yes. That explains why you shot at me earlier.” A large hand came to your side and directed you to turn back around. He kept it there, pushing softly to keep you moving.

“I didn't shoot you.”, You huffed, crossing your arms before doubling over in pain. He stopped walking, hand resting now against your spine. Regaining your composure, you continued towards the hotel lobby, “My arrows fell out and…you caught one. With your body.”

“My pocket made quite the lucky catch. Now!” He snapped, a key appearing and floating into his hand with a sparkle of neon green, “Let’s get you to a room and cleaned up.”

“Do you work here?” You asked as he escorted you to one of the upper floors. The room was surprisingly clean and well decorated. You had expected a dingy highway motel. And while the room was largely dark wood and rich colors, it wasn’t as offensive as the rest of hell had been.

“Ah! My my, forgive me! I am Alastor, the radio demon and hotel manager here.” He bowed and offered his hand for you to place yours in. You did so without thinking, and he kissed your knuckles once but his mouth lingered over your flesh. Eyes half lidded, he glanced back up at you, “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

There was no way to reverse Cupid’s arrows. Not by force. Love could only die by the hands of the ones who held it. Others could definitely bruise it, but ultimately it was up to the beholder. Mania was a little different, obsession could be dispelled by shattering whatever illusion the holder felt.

If the holder thought someone was the epitome of genteel chastity then a show of wanton sexuality could break the spell. If someone was convinced the object of their desire was very smart and savvy then acting ignorant could make the obsession fall flat. But there was no indication he had any illusions of you. Not yet, atleast.

Mania was now his, and he would keep it in his heart until he lost it or killed it. He could, technically, be possessed by, and be in the possession of, Mania for eternity. A sinner had never been shot before, that you knew of.

He didn’t noticeably react as you took back your hand. With a hum, he snapped again and you found a chair pulled up behind you and knocking into the back of your knees. You fell into the plush armchair, watching a metal basin of steaming water slide against your feet.

“Excuse you— ExcUU-,” you pulled your legs back but he pulled harder, Alastor removing your dirty shoes and tossing them off to the side like trash.

“You can't clean yourself with that broken collar bone. Allow me.” His hand gripped your ankles and dunked both into the water, “I insist.”

“It’s broken? How could I break a collarbone…,” the humor wasn’t lost on you, sinner washing holy feet, but your focus was entirely on the concept of a broken bone. 

“Falling twenty five feet head first, apparently.” Alastor rubbed soap into your calves.

“But I don’t break.” What happened to you, what had that kick into hell done? “You saw me? Also, that isn’t dirty.” you pointed at your calf.

“Peripherally.”

Did he mean the dirt or witnessing the fall? You sat in silence while he hummed, returning your feet to their original color. 

“Now,” he rose, patting his hands dry on a small towel, “Unbutton your top.”

Your expression was apparently quite loud, Alastor putting his hands up quickly, “Not like that. I’ve no interest in that sort of thing. I need to see your shoulder and upper chest.” He waited patiently, staring at you the entire time. His smile was so wide, teeth yellow and sharp. Unsettling. 

He really did look like he could eat you. You’d heard of such demons.

You slipped off the straps of your overalls, and began to open your shirt. He did away with the water, coming to kneel directly to your right as he watched. You couldn’t see anything without some kind of mirror. If it was bruised or swollen, it was out of your line of sight. Long clawed hands came to the front and back of your shoulder, pressing inward. You pulled away, a firm grip now as his right hand held at the left side of your waist.

“Are you a doctor?” Hotel manager and doctor would be an unlikely combo, but the day had been odd from start to finish.

A shake of the head, “But when I was alive, I did have quite a lot of experience with the inner workings of anatomy.” You grimaced, how could he say such sinister things with such a lovely voice? “Maybe not broken. But I’d say at least a fracture. Perhaps your heavenly body didn’t take full damage. It hurts when you move your arm, correct?” You nodded. 

He hummed, another click of his fingers and a fabric unfurled into his waiting hands. “Take it all the way off so I can set this.”

You were exhausted. The pain was gnawing at your nerves. No more fight in you, you just wanted rest, so you slipped off the shirt entirely and let him wrap your arm up into a simple sling. You were surprised his hands were so warm. Demons seemed like they’d be cold to the touch. Like lizards or pearls.

When he finished, you sitting in the large chair with your arm wrapped in a silky black sling, no shirt, and pastel purple heart-shaped overalls folded down your torso, you considered having another cry. You felt your chin tremble. You couldn’t recall ever crying from sadness before today.

It was just a mistake. You hadn’t meant to drop your arrow. Why were the archangels so angry? What’s some sex between nuns? 

Alastor bristled, hand coming to your cheek. It was an unwelcome gesture. You batted his hand away with your only free one, but he just sighed and set it on your thigh. You pushed it off, shooting him a glare. The audacity.

You thought you saw his eye twitch.

With what little energy was left in, you stood and open the door for him, “You have been very kind and helpful. Thank you very much. You can leave now.” Oh, right, “Please.”

He stood, pausing as he passed you. He was so tall. Shoulders wide. You felt your heart rate pick up. Even with two good collarbones you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight.

Alastor leaned down to your level, you backing up and into the door, “Until the morning.”

When he said it you had thought he was just going about formalities. But he wasn’t. You awoke some hours later to a knock. When you opened the door he was looming in your doorway again.

You tried to close the door but he put his foot in the gap, then a strong hand wrapped around the door’s edge and he pushed his way into the room.

You sputtered, arm flailing a little as you choked on which reaction to give first. You were undressed, in just your under things.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself further when you get dressed. I’ll undo the sling and help.” Closing the door he then spun back around to face you, smile as bright as it was earlier that same day. 

“No! Absolutely not! Leave! Please!”

As he guided your arm through the shirt, you struggled to process what had happened. One minute you were indignant and stubborn and then he was so close to you, hands warm and gentle, and then already he was untying the sling and your shirt was just there and-

“See? Wasn’t that easy? No harm in accepting help.” Alastor looked you over from top to bottom.  

“Accepting? What part of any of that did I accept.” You stood bottomless in a button up, trying to get the overalls from the hanger with just your left hand. His chest pressed into your back, nearly forcing you to fall into the armoire, to assist you.

“The part where you didn’t actively fight me. I think we can call that acceptance until you learn better.” His words shook through your ribs and to your front. 

Annoyance rose in your chest, what was he thinking? Humans had no right to touch you let alone a sinner. “You’re an eldritch horror, please back away from the divine creature before you.” Alastor laughed, backing away with the clothes in his hands. Hand out, you motioned for him to pass it over. He tossed it on the floor, and took a seat on the bed with crossed legs. “Oh, I see. You’re an asshole. Perfect.” Pretense gone, manners not needed.

You grabbed it with your left hand and managed to get both legs into it before slinking it up and onto your left shoulder. While you tried to figure out how to do the right side, realizing the flaw in your order of processes, Alastor leaned over and unhooked the left strap, overalls falling to the carpet with a soft thud. 

You stood there for several moments, staring at him with purple fabric pooled around your ankles, him staring at you with a shiteating grin.

After finally getting dressed, preferring to not think about how, you were followed down to the lobby. 

“Breakfast?” He asked, you both in the elevator as he hadn’t gone more than three feet from you since he entered your bedroom. 

“No, no appetite. I need to find Lucifer.” You were sure he could help somehow. Somehow he could do….something. Details about Lucifer’s powers and abilities, his strengths and skills were all kept hush-hush. But if nothing else, you could find someone who understood your position. 

Your hand was being vigorously shaken before the elevator doors even closed behind you. Charlie Morningstar was not what you expected.  Chipper and bright, she was bursting with energy. 

“Gentle, Charlie. Our dear Cupid is injured.” Alastor’s hand came to the small of your back. You reached back with your left hand and knocked it off of you. 

“Like, the real actual cupid?!” Charlie’s eyes were shining, you could almost see the hearts floating up around her face. You felt Alastor’s hand again, now on your hip. You took three steps to the right, slipping from his fingertips.

“Yes, that is exactly what I-.” You were cut off, Charlie launching into a speech about sinners and heaven and redemption and so much more you couldn’t process. 

The energy she gave us was very angelic, which was confusing. Until you saw her father entering the common area.

The most hated creature in all of creation. Your best hope for a tiny sliver of comfort. 

Alastor’s hand reached for yours, fingers trapping your wrist and stopping you from approaching the king of hell. 

You shook your arm. His hold stayed. You tugged. He was unaffected, talking to Charlie now about your injury as if you weren’t right there. 

As Cupid, or at least as a cupid, you weren’t physically strong. You really weren’t meant to exist for a long time, just for as long as your body held up to repeated trips to the human realm. But, in heaven, you were never capable of being harmed. And of course, on earth, you weren’t really corporeal so no harm could come to you. You weren’t built for tug of war with a 7 foot tall demon.

“Mr. Devil! Sir!” You waved your foot, shouting out to the normal sized man. As he saw you, his eyes widened, “Hello there! Sorry to be a bother, I’m from heaven and-” You jerked your hand free, power walking to Lucifer, “I’m here on punishment. It’s a pleasure to meet another member of Elysium’s caretakers. Former or otherwise.”

Flustered, Lucifer fumbled with his phone before dropping it. “Oh! Shit! H-hello!”

You reached down to retrieve it for him, seeing black and red shoes behind you as you did. 

“What — why are you here?” Lucifer was looking at Alastor now, which was great news because for a second you thought he was talking to you. A sneaking feeling leaked into your chest that heaven hadn’t actually told him you were coming. 

“Just keeping an eye on my guest! As you can see she got injured and I’ve taken to the task of her safety while she’s in hell.” 

“No one asked him to do that, sir.” Your smile was strained, you could feel Alastor’s shoulder was touching yours. You looked to where you were connected and then back to Lucifer, “Are all sinners like this?”

“Honestly? Yes. They’re all pretty terrible.” Lucifer sighed, “What did you do?”

A cold sweat, “Misused an arrow. I can’t leave hell until I make a demon who doesn’t already believe in true love…believe in it.”

“Oh no! That’s— you’re gonna be here awhile.” Lucifer pulled at his collar in a mock attempt to release the awkward heat of the conversation. He saw you wither, and Alastor seemed to bloom, so he quickly changed pace, “But! Uhhh, you can totally do it! Charlie has some of the best of the worst here. If I can ever help, just ask!” Nervous laughter that did not put you at ease. He seemed so silly. So sweet and easily flustered. 

You felt your hope dash for a second time in less than a day. How long would you be in hell? How long was awhile?

“She is my responsibility now. She won’t be needing anything from you, your majesty.”

A darkness came over you as the two demons began to bicker. You now had your own obsessed shadow; a large and creepy sinner following you around. How on earth could you get close enough to a demon to complete your task? Convincing someone of true love would require trust and time. This would be impossible with Alastor attached to your side. 

You spent the first week in hell in the hotel. Everytime you got the courage to leave and explore the areas outside, you’d find yourself shadow portaled “back to safety” by Alastor. It was like the human film ‘Groundhog Day’, always starting over back in the lobby. 

No matter where you went in the hotel, he was either beside you or where you had been headed. You saw the sky less often than Alastor’s grin and you couldn’t stand it. You took to hiding, leaning against darkened stairwell corners and sitting on the floor of the ladies restroom. 

It bought you a little time to yourself, but the second you moved he was there again. Asking if you were a lost little doe, hand reaching for your waist to pull you near him, red eyes threatening to swallow you whole.

Toward the end of the week, while helping you get dressed as he did daily, Alastor took a step back. “I could get you some new clothes. Cannibal town has the finest duds.” He lifted the lace that lined the top of your  pocket, “You stick out. No demon is going to let you trick them into believing in true love like this.”

You could have screamed. No, no demon would even approach you with Alastor standing behind you. It absolutely wasn’t the clothes. You politely rejected the offer and went about your day.

The next morning you awoke to find your floor littered with strips of something. Flinging open the armoire you found two empty hangers. You turned back, noticing the white and purple color to the fabric confetti.

The march to Alastor’s room was easy, as it was 10 feet in front of your door. He had placed you directly across from him, because, ya know, Mania.

He clearly hadn’t expected you to leave your room in your underwear, eyes like saucers as he yanked you in.

“What in heaven are you doing?! Anyone could see you.” He hissed, closing the door with a little too much force.

“Whose fault is that?!” You seethed in return. Anger was something you rarely ever felt but he was inspiring new things in you. “Someone shredded my clothes.”

Alastor’s ears folded back, eyes looking to the left and up, “Odd. Are you sure? Maybe you accidentally threw them away.” That devilish grin you’d come to expect. He knew damn well how stupid that was.

You stomped your foot, if you had two working hands you’d try to rip his antlers off, “Are you serious?!” You turned to leave, kicking the door before attempting to open it.

A large hand pressed back on the door, slamming it shut. His breath was dropping down the back of your neck despite his considerable height, “You will not be leaving this room in such a state of undress, my dear.”

His voice was so low and close, had anyone ever spoken to you with such a commanding tone? A new feeling twitched in you. You blocked it out.

“You don’t get to make decisions for me,” said too softly.

His other hand came to press on the door, too. An arm to either side of you, trapped, as he leaned in. You pressed yourself against the door to make distance from his body.

“Oh, I absolutely do. Who is going to stop me? You?” Alastor’s voice had noticeably dropped an octave as he whispered what felt like a challenge against your hair.

Who indeed…you had no strength, an arrow would either be useless or complicate things. Lucifer seemed preoccupied and jittery. Heaven wasn’t returning your prayers.

He took your silence as an answer.

“Exactly. Now, I’ll only ask nicely once.” His hands left, warmth on your neck fading. You turned to look at him, sensing his eyes burning holes into your back.

He was holding a two piece set. Older style, 1920s American maybe. Black and burgundy. When did he have time to get this when every hour seemed to be spent near you?

“May I help you get dressed?”

You’d gotten quite close with the few residents who didn’t run at the sight of Alastor. Husk was one of them. You became fast friends, often drinking and lamenting about Alastor’s general existence as Alastor sat some 15 feet away on the sofa. Still not allowed outside the hotel gates, your second week you spent many hours at the bar talking to the surprisingly kind grump.

To your delight Alastor didn’t seem bothered by it, oddly, as long as you were in eyesight he seemed content.

You thought maybe his mania was already waning. Sure you hadn’t attempted to leave the hotel, and you hadn’t argued when he dressed you, but…Ah, hm. Fuck.

Mania can look like Love when you don't struggle against it. A fly motionless in a web can elude the spider for a little bit.

Don't push against the restraints and you can forget they are there entirely.

But push you did, accidentally. Husk was making some new cocktails, trying to enjoy himself and be creative. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grinned.

“Good?” 

He took another sip before handing the glass to you. You grabbed it, taking a taste. Sweet but a bite as it went down. Something with citrus. When you looked up from the glass, he was gone.

A choking noise from behind the bar made you stand up in your seat, eyes flying from Husk to Alastor. A glowing green leash dragging Husk across the floor, his hands desperately pulling at the collar as he struggled to breath. 

“Stop!” You shouted, crawling over the bar and grabbing the chain with your good arm. You tried to pull back, to slow the choking force, but got pulled along with it. “Alastor!” You screamed as your shoulder hit the floor and sent searing pain down your arm. 

You could hear Husk gasp, the green glow disappearing from past your clenched eyelids. 

“Why can’t you-,” Alastor started to speak a he came to your side. Husk scurried away, crawling back from the demon. You hit the hand Alastor offered you but were surprised to see his face painted with concern.

“I said stop.” After rolling to your feet you began to march away. “Every time I find something nice in this piece of shit domain you remind me I’m in hell.”

You had almost made it to your room when a hand pulled you by the good shoulder and pushed you against the wall. It still hurt. 

“Don’t you know? Sharing a drink, it’s as close to a kiss as you could get without bringing your mouth to his.”

“It was a drink, Alastor. You had no right.”

His hand settled on your throat. No grip, just a gentle placement, “I have every right.” His brows knit together in worry, in confusion. “What should I do to make you understand me?” His hand came to your chin, thumb ghosting over your lips.

“If I let you go too far, someone will surely take you. Who wouldn’t? Please. Stop pushing me so much.” His eyes were almost loving as they shined down at you. His breath was picking up. You could hear the desperation in his voice. 

Those damned eyes were unrelenting in their stare into your own. There was no creature in presence or audacity in heaven like Alastor. You’d never encountered anything like him. 

“Of all the Love you had to take a stray hit from, Mania really was the cruelest accident.” You held your hand at the crook of your neck, wondering if you did more damage. No, if he did more damage.

“Mania? Is that the arrow I caught? How fitting.” His finger pulled down on your bottom lip. You’d seen this movie, you’d been there for these scenes in dorm rooms and under rainy awnings, in darkened beds and sunny fields. You could move, no part of him was actually holding you physically. “Yes, maybe I am obsessed. But whose fault is that? Will you take responsibility for it?” His chest was shaking with every breath. Why didn’t you move? Just walk away. Knock off that touch as you had been doing. You hadn’t noticed how quickly you were breathing, too, until his hand was pulling your chin up and towards his face.

It only came out as a whisper, half said as it was only half meant, “don’t.”

A laugh, “At least pretend you mean it.” 

Your knees came together in some desperate attempt to stop the feeling creeping up your legs and to your lap, “Apologize to Husk.”

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” His breath was so warm on your mouth, face tilted to keep his nose from hitting yours.

“What a terrible reply!” You slid down the wall and slipped under his arms, “If you shadow work your way into this room I will fuck that horny spider on camera just to spite you.” You opened your door, pausing to make sure he was still down the hall, “Angel on Angel, working title.”

Your whole body went slack, the sounds of a wild animal loose in the hallway rocking the door as you took shaky steps to the bed, paintings on the walls rattling as he did unseen damage. Sounds of an unknown, unholy animal raging just past the thin drywall. 

Had you ever seen Mania work so quickly with so little fuel? Hand coming to your mouth, a burning where his finger touched you. 

No one had touched your lips before. No one could ever hope to. Humans were beyond the realm of feeling you, and you didn’t allow kissing with the partners you took in heaven. Personal rule. As in, it was too personal.

The lights in your room flickered, briefly shrouding you in darkness before coming back to life.

Deja vu.

Oh.

What had he introduced himself as? The radio demon? It wasn’t heaven who brought you to the hotel. Of course not. 

No. Obviously not.

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Hey, I saw some other headcanons similar to this and absolutely loved the concept! Adam x reader, love at first sight? Like he just makes it his mission to go out with reader afterwards?

Adam falling love at first sight

Note: TY FOR REQUESTING!!! This is also before the big fight on ep 8!

Female!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, creepy behavior, adam is smitten for you 🌺🌺

When he first sees you, he immediately was struck by an unfamiliar feeling. Who the hell is this chick?

He has never felt this way about Lilith, or even Eve, so what was different about you? He had to find out. And usually when he sees a pretty face on a woman, he thinks of vile, guttural thoughts. But with you, all he thought about was the way you looked so graceful, and how you carried yourself, and your beautiful eyes, and your glistening skin, and your-

Lute had violently interrupted him from his daydreaming, by basically yelling at him for the whole promenade to hear.

He had Lute immididietley do some detective digging on you. He at first was going to go up to you to ask for your digits, but he felt... nervous?

After lute reported back about her findings, she had told him all about you. He didn't know it, but he was truly in love. He just could not stop thinking about you, and how to get you.

He told Lute about these feelings, and when she explained, 'Sir, it seems you are in love', he flat out refuses it. He tries to convince himself you are just some hot broad, that he just happened to run into.

If he were in a meeting with Sera, he would have you running laps in his mind. Planning the next extermination? Goddamnit, get out of my head you stupid bitch!

He comes to the conclusion that to stop thinking about you, he needs to talk to you. So he sad Lute figure out your number and address, and thats when he tries to get with you.

This man will literally rehearse his first meeting with you in the mirror, as if he is a teenage boy going on his first date. But he isn't, and this is definitely not his first date, or at least, this is his first real time trying to impress a woman. Because usually, he does not need to act fly to get any girl he wants.

After you find out he is THE Adam, you flat out say no, because you dont want that kind of attention. So you start to ignore him. But that just motivates him to keep contacting you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:31

Hey babes, wyd? you down for dinner tonight? Just you and me.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:33

Or maybe we can watch a movie and chill?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:47

C'mon babe, how can you refuse me? Ill meet you there in 30 ;)

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:50

Hey, respond?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 7:10

Hey sugar, lets do something tmrw isntead since your clearly busy 😘

He will send you huge bouquets of flowers, along with a handmade book he made, filled with "anonymous love letters" which you can clearly tell are from him due to his messy handwriting.

He will then eventually "accidentally" bump into you. Every time he does, you are basically forced to talk to him and listen to his tangents, on how going out with him is the best choice you will ever make.

And honestly, he just does not stop bothering you. Even if you were to straight up tell him to leave you the fuck alone, he wont.

"Hey y/n whats up? Whacha doing tonight...? Maybe it can include me. im free yknow, if you ever wanna hang. Im great at choosing places or if you want you can choose-"

He is truly in love with you. He wants you to eventually be his future wife in his mind, making you the third. And in his mind, you already are.

If you just keep telling him off for months, hell, maybe even years, he will never get over you and your beauty.

If you eventually say yes to a date, he will be so excited, but will play it off because hes just chill like that. But he is down so bad for you, and honestly wants you all to himself.

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