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superior-witness · 2 months

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Everything I Noticed in Hazbin Hotel Pilot Pt. 1

By everything, I mean everything. From the stupid things I read too much into, to the things that have already been pointed out to you.

Eye imagery in the background.

We see a human figure fall from the sky. I assume this possibly means that sinners initially go to St Peter and fall from the sky into Hell if they are deemed a sinner.

In the silhouettes in the first few seconds I can make out Sir Petentious, Angel Dust, Cherry and maybe Mimzi?

When the girl is crying, the first two silhouettes that pop up seem to be Adam and Lute. The horn shapes resemble the ones on their masks really closely.

The other silhouette has to be Lucifer, with the hat shape.

Obviously Pentagram city surrounded by exorcist Angels.

Silhouette of Charlie at the line 'Why have I always been a failure?' with her dad lurking behind her. Which, makes sense as later she states that dad was right about her. He probably made it clear to her at some point her idea wouldn't work in his mind, making her feel like she was stupid for trying. Unsure if this is canon anymore, as it isn't on brand for their current relationship.

Hello Lute.

Also the exorcist angels behind her are covered in red, because sinners bleed red, not black.

FUCK YOU!! HEAVEN is written in red, I assume in blood. Definitely from an exorcist angel.

The banners and papers on the exorcist weapons that have exorcist imagery, with one even saying CLEANSE all over it. They genuinely believe they are cleansing Hell, and it kind of gives me 'Repent!' vibes. Don't know why.

Interesting to remember that the extermination count down wasn't always the hourglass, it was a giant clock tower.

Carmilla pilot design! I love seeing it. I like how her hair is half up half down but goodness I prefer her current design. She looks good regardless.

Aight so behind her we have Zestial, Missi Zilla and I actually think Lucifer. I looked at the Overlord meeting and genuinely couldn't find an overlord that looked similar to the silhouette there. Plus, the top hat and apple cane is just. That has to be Lucifer. Why is he there? No idea.

Not so much what I noticed but god I love seeing the Vees. Vox didn't change much from his pilot to his show design aside from colours. I love it so much. Valentino was given a fully fluffed antenna so good for him. Velvette has changed, pretty much entirely. Aside from colour scheme, really.

"Did you get my money Angie Baby?" "I'm wittha John now. I don't get why this needed to happen so soon after the extermination tho, Boss." "Just do it. No sass, k sugar." "yes, Val." Valentino made him go out basically right after to get what he needed- probably not caring too much if Angel actually got hurt or not if he stepped out too soon. Don't know.

I don't know which one is which between Carmilla's daughters- like which one is Clara and which one is Odette. One of them changed- a lot.

I doubt that that body in front of Rosie's Emporium is Franklin? But eh. Who knows. Also, hi Rosie.

Jackpot Hotel is behind the demons gather bodies. It's a cat themed casino. Maybe Husker's?

Roo (Root of All Evil) could be on the pillar with all the posters. Looks like a tree on her forehead too, and all the roots coming down the neck.

There are posters talking about 'Extermination Mandatory.'

Also, 'Resist' 'Lilith in Concert' is one of the posters on this pillar.

Love seeing Sir Petentiou's little crest beneath the control panel and I want a sticker.

Where did Cherry's other shoe go???

I love the snakes on the gold panels.

Yes, we have an egg holding a taser, one holding a wrench... But what was the guy in the back with the ruler thinking? And I'm laughing at the one that's flipping Cherry off.

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liron-ao3 · 3 years

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A Castiel Oneshot

Castiel leans on his sword. It's splattered with the blood of his father's enemies. He can't remember how many he slew. It doesn't matter. He can't even remember the count of the battles he fought. That doesn't matter either.

He's a soldier. He battles wherever his superiors send him, and he leads his battalion onto the battlefield and to victory. That's the way of the angel Castiel. That's what he had been created for, aeons ago.

"Castiel," a voice comes from behind.

He turns and nods his head. "Uriel."

"Your section fought well."

Castiel's face shows no emotions. He knows it's a fact. Just like the fact that they lost many good fighters today, some that were created just a blink before or after him.

A blink. Angels may have many eyes, but not as fragile as those of humans. Castiel doesn't need eyelids to protect them, nor eyelashes. He doesn't need to blink to keep them wet. What a fragile creation humans are. Why his father loved them so much, he'll never understand. And still, the human way of thinking—so inferior to that of the angels—seeped into the Enochian language with idioms and sayings like this. Must be those stray angels who remained on earth, and love to meddle with heavenly and earthly matters alike.

"You will receive a promotion," Uriel says.

Castiel's eyes shoot up. A promotion is a rare thing. And he already achieved the position that he thought was the highest that he ever could. Maybe it's a special mission, one not everyone could conduct.

"I'm not worthy," he answers because pride doesn't beseem an angel. They are only messengers of God, warriors, guardians. They receive orders, and they follow them. And Castiel is content with that.

"No, you're not," Uriel says matter-of-factly, but Castiel can hear a sliver of mirth in his voice. "Nevertheless, you'll be the designated angel of Thursday."

"Thursday?" Castiel asks, frowning.

"A thing those human weaklings invented. Just yesterday, our father gave them the Sabbath, and now, they gave all the other days in between weird names."

Castiel can see how ridiculous Uriel thinks that is. "Anyway. After the angels who check on keeping the Sabbath, you are the fifth to receive this honour."

Castiel lays his grace-cleaned sword to the side and moves. He can't keep his six wings from flattering for a second.

Uriel chuckles. "Expect many more prayers from now on."

Prayers. Sure. He hears the constant stream. But as a warrior, it's more background noise, nothing he cares about unless it is a big, heavenly announcement.

He just hopes that the prayers won't distract him from his real work. He has no time for low things like that.

A few centuries later

Castiel looks out of Baby's side window. They've been driving for a while now. He likes it—Dean's music loud over the speakers, the airstream ruffling his hair, the fake sun warming and tanning his skin.

He doesn't need much more. He's content. It's perfectly imperfect. Just like him.

Dean turns into a forest road. It's a part of Heaven where Castiel has never been. Strange if you think of it. Did Jack hide it from him? Why would he?

Maybe because God has other plans. There he stands on a clearance surrounded by friends and family. Castiel frowns and squints his eyes. Everyone is wearing party hats, and a big banner states "Happy birthday, Cass!"

"Dean?" The former hunter smirks at him. "What is this all about?"

"It's a birthday party."

Castiel narrows his eyes. "I can see that. But I was created, not born."

"And?"

"A - You need to be birthed to have a birthday, Dean. And B - When I was created, the calendar wasn't even invented."

Dean frowns. "How did you become the Angel of Thursday then?" Castiel murmurs something under his breath. "Come again?"

Castiel lets out a long-suffering sigh. "I was a war hero, and my title was a reward."

Dean stares at him for a long moment before he catches himself. "Awesome! About that birth thing. You're right. I just realised—now that everyone we left behind died of old age..." He clears his throat. Castiel knows that Dean still tries to adjust to how time works in Heaven. He nearly jerked Baby's wheel when Claire thumbed a lift at the roadside. She had died aged 92. As a hunter! Dean couldn't believe it. Kaia popped up right behind her.

"Well, I could convince Jack to give us proper seasons again. And now that the years gonna go by, we can celebrate birthdays," Dean explains.

"That's a lovely idea, Dean. I know you missed birthday cake."

"Yeah." Dean runs a hand over his face. "Listen. We thought we start with yours because we never celebrated anything about you back on earth."

"Because I don't have a birthday," Castiel states, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

"Yes. And that's why we chose the day we first met. I hope that wasn't too presumptuous." Dean, honest to Jack, blushes.

Castiel chuckles and shakes his head. "You didn't need to."

"Oh, hell, we had to. About time. Are you fine with it?" Castiel nods, and Dean's face lights up. "Happy birthday, buddy."

Castiel gives him a private smile before he pushes the car door open and accepts the congratulations of everyone he learnt to love—Sam and Eileen, Kelly and Jack, Hannah, Claire and Kaia, Jody, Charlie, Mary, Bobby, Donna, Ellen, Jo, and many, many more.

He may have guided troops, acquired the respect of his fellow angels, but it's the first time in Castiel's very long life that he has a family and friends. And he's as happy as he could ever be.

#13 years of Castiel #angel of thursday #castiel #supernatural #pre canon #post canon

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