#i am going to hell fellow sinners

[locustandwildhoney]

We've had the important discussion of which Seed gives the worst head, but which of the Deputy Squad gives the Best Head?

#far cry 5 #grace armstrong #jess black #adelaide drubman #sharky my beloved #sharky boshaw #hurk drubman jr #Nick Rye #Staci Pratt #joey hudson #fc5 #i am going to hell fellow sinners #forgive me father for i be sinning #important questions

[hazbinwhoree]

BRO?$!&?& OAAA I SAW YOU WERE OPEN TO ADAM REQUESTS AND OHHH. MY SNAP.

i am in desperate need. of adam smut.

NOW, WOULD IT BE OKAY FOR ME TO ASK FOR ADAM SMUT WITH A SUBMISSIVE FEMALE SINNER READER WHO IS:

usually shy nervous as fuck but absolutely watches him when he thinks he isn't looking

likes to compliment him in general (at the most random times too, despite the dickmaster being the FUCKING WORST, and she would get that but he IS kinda fine so)

touch-starved, incredibly easy to fluster and tease (bro has a thing for his voices and looks too, one word or look and she'd be on her knees)

pretty insecure in general (and is a sucker for being praised in bed)

I'd also specifically like to hear what he would say to the reader ESPECIALLY THAT IDFK AAA GO CRAZY

Adam’s Sinner

Part 1/3 Part 2

A/N: I was so fucking happy to get a request you don’t even understand. Anyway here it is, I hope I did it justice and you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut

Adam had been aware of (Name) for about ten years. They met during the extermination, Adam cornering her in an alley. Something compelled him to spare her, and yes he realized what a hypocrite that made him. Poor Vaggie. “Fucking run, bitch.” She bolted. Adam looked around to make sure no one had seen.

The next year, Adam noticed (Name) watching him, hiding behind corners and in shadows. She did this during every extermination for about five years before Adam decided during one extermination to confront her.

(Name) peered around the corner of the dark alley she was hiding in, watching Adam kill a fellow sinner. It should disgust her, but ever since he spared her life she had a strange sort of attraction towards him. Adam looked up and (Name) ducked back behind the wall. When she peered out again, Adam was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s up, sugar tits?”

(Name) yelped, jumping when Adam appeared behind her. He put his hands on the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. (Name) could feel her face heating up. Adam seemed to find it amusing. “Flustered?” (Name) swallowed.

“You know I’ve seen you watching me for the last few exterminations. What’s up with that, hm?”

(Name) had no answer.

“What’s your name?” Adam asked.

“(Name),” she answered quietly. Adam had to bend down to hear her. His proximity made her blush worse, and he snickered. “I think I figured out why. No surprise really, of course you’d want a piece of the first man in existence. I’m the fucking Dickmaster.”

He let her go shortly after their exchange, but confronted her again the next year. As years passed, Adam would spare thirty minutes every extermination to talk to (Name). He found himself becoming fond of the sinner. Her story of how she ended up in hell was interesting, and it definitely helped that she stroked his ego with compliments.

Adam found himself looking forward to seeing (Name) even more than he looked forward to the exterminations. He was grateful Lute hadn’t caught on.

A few years later, and Adam noticed (Name) wasn’t following him as she normally would. So he sought her out. She’d told him a few years ago where she lived, so that was the first place Adam checked. Sure enough, he found her there.

“Sup.”

(Name) jumped. “Adam!”

“What the fuck, babe, not interested in seeing me this year?” Adam placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt, although while he’d never admit it, it actually did hurt him.

“We can’t see each other anymore,” (Name) announced, looking away.

“Bitch why?”

“Because one of these days we’re going to get caught. I know what happened to Vaggie. What would happen if the exterminators found out their leader was socializing with a sinner?”

“You’re not like the other sinners,” Adam argued. “I’d show them that.”

“How?”

Adam was quiet.

“Exactly. And to be honest, I can’t take the emotional torture anymore.”

“The fuck are you on about, ‘emotional torture’? Come on babe-”

“Adam no. I can’t let myself get any closer to you. We only see each other once a year and I got attached, and dealing with only seeing you once a year has gotten too painful.”

Adam was rather taken aback by the confession. He felt the same way but had been gaslighting himself to believe he didn’t. For once in his life, Adam couldn’t find anything to say. He decided the best course was the course of action rather than talking.

He leaned down and abruptly pressed his lips to (Name)’s. Her eyes widened and her body stiffened. When Adam received no response on her end, he pulled back, worried he’d fucked up. She stared up at him with this look on her face that Adam couldn’t place. He didn’t know if it was positive or negative.

“Again,” she finally spoke in a small voice. A smirk stretched across Adam’s face, and he bent down once more to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back this time, almost desperately, and Adam’s arms wrapped around her waist. She shuddered and he pulled back.

“Are you okay?” No teasing or cursing.

“Yeah I just… I haven’t had anyone touch me like this in a long time.”

Adam couldn’t say the same, but this was the first time in a long time emotions had been involved. He kissed her again and snuck his tongue into her mouth as she kissed back. “I want to fuck you,” Adam mumbled against her lips. “Okay.”

Adam pushed her down on her bed, crawling on top of her. He reconnected their lips and slid a hand under her shirt. “Damn,” he commented when his wandering hand reached her chest. “Nice rack.” (Name) rolled her eyes. Adam began kissing down her neck, sucking and biting to leave his mark. (Name) moaned and grabbed onto his horns.

Adam pulled back to shed his robe, and (Name) yanked her shirt over her head. Now that Adam actually had eyes on her chest, he stared for a moment. “So pretty~” he cooed. (Name) blushed and swallowed.

“Oh~” Adam realized. “You like that, don’t you? You like being praised?”

(Name) looked away. Adam grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, babe, it’s cute.” He returned to her neck, kissing down and down, her shoulder, her collarbone. Then he slid down slightly to press his face between her breasts. He laid more kisses on her chest before taking a nipple into his mouth.

Sensitive, (Name) arched her back and whimpered. “I like that noise,” Adam said, moving to the other breast. “Make it again.” He sucked and she whimpered.

Adam was aware he had a short window of time to make this work, so he pulled back and pulled down (Name)’s pants and panties in one swift motion. (Name) got embarrassed being so exposed, so Adam quickly shed his own pants and boxers to level the playing field.

He noticed (Name) staring at his dick and smirked. He took it in his hand, pumping it a few times for show. “You like what you see, baby? Of course you do. Can’t beat the original dick.”

He crawled on top of her again, nudging her thighs apart with his knee to settle between them. He reconnected their lips while his hand traveled down to the place she wanted it the most. “So wet for me, good girl,” Adam teased. Flustered, (Name) shut him up with another kiss.

They made out while Adam experimentally slid one slender finger into her. Met with no resistance, he added another one, and began languidly pumping them in and out. (Name) was shaking. Eager to hurry this along, Adam added another finger. Three stretched her out and she moaned against his lips at the sensation. It made Adam’s dick throb.

He fingered her, with his thumb circling her clit, until he decided she was well enough prepared, pulling his hand away. (Name) whined at the loss but was quickly shut up by Adam grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. She gasped. Adam lined himself up with her entrance and sunk in slowly, giving her time to adjust. She squirmed, his girth proving to be a little painful to take.

Adam reached between them to give her clit attention, and that loosened her up right away. He bottomed out with a groan, closing his eyes. “Fuck, babe, you’re so tight.” Adam kissed her again, basically bending her in half as he began thrusting. He swallowed her whimpers and moans while his pace picked up in speed and intensity.

He had tried to be slow and gentle, he really had.

Adam set a brutal pace, and (Name) clawed at his back as he pounded into her. “Fuck, yeah, you’re so good for me, tits. Such a good girl, all mine,” Adam talked as he fucked her, and his every word brought (Name) closer to the edge. “You feel so fucking good.”

Adam’s thrusts were getting sloppy as he neared his own climax. “Cum for me,” he murmured. “Fucking cum for me, baby.” (Name) did, her back arching off the bed, her head thrown back and mouth open in slack pleasure. Her tightening around him pushed Adam over the edge, and he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside her.

They both panted, holding onto one another as they came down from their highs. Adam pulled out and rolled off of (Name), collapsing onto the bed next to her. He pulled her into his chest and covered her with one of his wings, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“I’ll find a way to see each other more,” he muttered. “I’ll figure something out.” (Name) buried her face in his chest. “Promise?” Her voice was muffled.

“Promise.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #x reader #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel

[tilleternitydouspart]

Little Bunny Overlord Hopping Through His Forest

In Hell’s social hierarchy, Overlords are above sinners. This is the unspoken rule that has been created since the beginning of hell itself. The elite club run by Carmilla Carmine come together when summoned to discuss and eliminate potential threats to each of the various souls they have all collected.

But a new overlord had been summoned which caused quite a few to turn their heads with confusion…: Y/n L/n The Bunny Overlord.

When heard about the latest member of their elite brand, Many members struggled to contain their laughter….But soon regretted it as a little scarlet red bunny emerged in front of them…..And bared their fangs, Biting off their fingers and ripping the flesh off the others as they hopped right back to their owner.

Only one laugh remained.

Alastor was perhaps the most sadistic of the overlords, Hiding in the shadows to find the most vulnerable souls and crafting the perfect deals to keep a tight hold of them. But who could forget that he held his position by getting rid of his fellow overlords and broadcasting their screams of agony on the radio.

So he was intrigued with this mysterious new overlord who had risen to power in 2 years before he returned. Alastor was pleased as punch when he witnessed the warning that they had brought.

The Bunny Overlord was always listening. 

In the days before the next meeting, Alastor wanted to find out more about the overlord so he sent his shadows to seek out this hidden overlord. Taking a sip of his tea from his radio booth, The shadow returned with an invitation for him, Sinking back behind him as Alastor started to read with a grin on his face.

Dearest Alastor, I am writing to inform you that I request your presence at Bunny Bliss Boutique on 10 Heartbreaker Avenue, Looking forward to your reply! I understand if you are too busy or cannot make it.  Regards Y/n L/n.

Taking a moment to adjust his bowtie, Alastor teleported to the overlord’s location, Smiling as many employees started to move out of his way, Hearing them whisper amongst themselves before going back to work as he made his way towards the front desk.

Alastor: “Hello my dear fellow, I was just in the local neighbourhood when I got this delightful invitation from your employer!, May I enter your charming establishment?”

Secretary: “Please hold on a moment sir”

Taking a moment to look around the building, Alastor noticed various bunnies hopping around, Some were flying, Others were causing objects to float around and one….seemed to be staring at him.

The same one who teared the finger off and hopped off causing the meeting to end early. 

It cautiously approached him, Jumping up onto the desk and sniffing him as Alastor picked the bunny up and held it in his arms as the secretary finished their phone-call.  

Secretary: “Sorry for the hold up sir, Miss Y/n will be waiting for you on the 6th floor in her office”

Alastor smiled, Bowing as he teleported to the 6th floor, Approaching a golden archway as two hellhounds glaring at him before beckoning him to follow. 

As they made their way into the office, Alastor took in the scenery in front of him, A waterfall feature that seemed to endlessly sparkle, A bar station that seemed to rival his own back at the hotel and finally a comfortable living area where several bunnies were watching TV. 

Alastor seemed to realise that it wasn’t a Vox-tech certified television which made him wonder how powerful this overlord was. Realising he was still holding the bunny, Alastor set the bunny down carefully, Watching as the bunny hopped over to a set of pink crystal stairs. 

??: "Miss Y/n?”

Y/n: *Distant* “Yes, What is it?”

??: "The Radio Demon is here to see you” 

Y/n: *Distant* “I’ll be right down!, Tell him to make himself at home!”

The hellhounds left him alone as he wondered over to the living area, Inspecting the Television as some of the bunnies hopped onto him with one landing on his head, Letting out a slight chuckle before noticing several magical trinkets on display.

Y/n: “I see Angelina has taken a shine on you”

Finally he was meeting the bunny overlord, The same overlord who sent one of her own to send a message and….he was speechless Why was he speechless?.

A petite bunny with short blonde hair, Small elegant horns that seemed to endlessly change colours, Her eyes shining with shades of crimson and black staring up at him as she seemed to have a bright smile on her face. 

In that moment as Y/n stood before him in her radiant attire, Draped in a glittered gold and red dress that seemed to defy the boundaries of what fashion could be in Hell, Alastor couldn't deny the aura of playfulness and elegance that surrounded Y/n as Angelina hopped into her arms, Nibbling on her long black lantern sleeves causing her to laugh. 

He was…captivated.

Y/n: “It’s such an honour to finally meet the legendary Radio Demon himself, Your broadcasts are one for the history books”

Alastor: “Well the pleasure is all mine, After all it’s not everyday in hell that I meet such a delightful creature such as yourself”

Taking her hand, He planted a small kiss on her paw, Making her blush as she bowed in front of him, Quickly noticing the remaining bunnies on him.

Y/n: “Girls!, Get off him, Show him some respect, I’m terribly sorry, They always seem to get excited when someone new comes into the office, Shall we continue our conversation upstairs?”

Alastor: "Of course, Lead the way darling”

Heading up the crystal stairs, His eyes seemed to stare at what angel would describe as cute. The dress seemed to cling to her petit figure with a touch of allure in the air, Watching her tail twitch as she gazed back at him.

Y/n: “It’s rude to stare Alastor”

Alastor: “My apologies dear, It seemed my eyes wondered off on their own”

Hearing her laugh sent pleasant shivers down his spine as they headed towards her desk as she held out a chair in front of him, Smiling as he sat down, Playfully chuckling at her as Y/n set down a teacup before sitting down in front of him. 

Y/n: “I’m truly grateful you accepted my invitation so soon Alastor, To be quite frank if I had known you were coming so soon I would have visited Rosie to see what delectables she had to offer”

Alastor: “You know Rosie?, Not many demons have the pleasure of entering Cannibal Town without being swarmed by the hoard of hungry children playing in the streets”

Y/n: “Well, I saved a few of the children from being hurt after their toy wondered into one of my districts and I made sure they got home safe, Well Rosie insisted I stay for a cup of tea and one thing let to another and we became friends” 

Alastor: “Hmm” He took a long sip of his tea as Y/n gazed at her bunnies who had followed her up and started to hop over to her desk.

Y/n: *Sighs* “Look, The reason I asked you here is…um, Is actually for a request”

Placing his cup down on the desk, Alastor smiled, Watching as Y/n gazed down at her lap with his shadow towering over her before being shooed away by Alastor as she finally looked up, Taking a deep breath before…

Y/n: “How did you gain respect?”

The sound of an audience laughing filled the office which included the sound of the Radio Demon himself, Holding himself together as she tried to remain calm but inside felt childish. This was Alastor, The infamous Radio Demon, The man who broadcasted his victims screams of agony for all eternity as a remainder on who they were dealing with.

She had to remain confident in his presence.

Alastor: “Oh, Forgive me my dear but I haven’t had a good laugh like that since the stock market crashed, Oh so many orphans”

Y/n: “..I’ve only been in power for 2 years and only recently have I gotten the ‘overlord’ position and yet… Demons think I’m a joke, A dumb bunny who probably got where I am by ‘sleeping around’ but Alastor..You’re back from being gone for 7 years and yet demons know to respect you!”

Jumping up from her seat with a smile on her face took Alastor for a shock, Her smile..It made something in his dead cold heart beat as she continued to gush about his overlord status before taking a breath, Noticing she was rambling.

Y/n: “What I’m trying to say is…Will you teach me about being an overlord?”

The Radio Demon hummed, Watching her ears twich with anticipation as most of her bunnies surrounded her before noticing the scarlet bunny known as Angelina hopped onto the desk, Sat in front of him and started to widen her eyes, His shadow appearing with a curious expression as Alastor picked up Angelina and walked over to Y/n, Her eyes widening as he bowed to her.

Alastor: “Well my dear, You’ve twisted my arm but being how you’re already the bee’s knees, I’m not quite sure how Hell isn’t fallen for your heavenly charms”

Noticing her blush, Alastor took her paw and lead her towards her balcony, Watching as many demons on the streets below started to gasp and take photos as he picked Y/n up bridal style, Smiling as Y/n could only stare at the large crowd growing down below. 

Y/n: “Umm Alastor?, Forgive me for saying this but…How is this helping me be an overlord?”  

Spinning her around before taking her back in, Alastor set Y/n down aware of her confused expression, Adjusting his bowtie before making a bouquet made of gorgeous white snapdragons appear.

Alastor: “My dear, It is quite simple....and one lesson my darling mother taught me” 

With the help of his shadow, Alastor used his magic to create a small box engraved with a crisscross heart with symbols surrounding it, Grinning up at her.

Alastor: “Always treat your bride with love and respect”

A/n: The ending is horrible I know!! but yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, May make a part 2 in the future!.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #the radio demon #alastor the radio demon #x reader #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader

[bunny584]

For I Have Sinned

“Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God’ For God cannot be tempted by evil.” James 1:13.

But Father Geto can be. 

Newly appointed Chaplain of the Noble Court, Suguru is a reformed sinner. Sanctity, discipline and celibacy are commandments of his choosing. A devout servant of the Lord. Armored with the Breastplate of Righteousness, the Shield of Faith. 

This should be sufficient enough to withstand temptation. 

Right? 

Pairing: Geto x Female reader 

C/W: Religious themes, dark romance, eventual filth. 18+. MDNI. 

A/N: Holy hell. Anon, you sick, twisted genius. You, the puppeteer. Me, the puppet who writes. This one — this story might be the one. Frothing at the mouth to know what you guys think. Going on AO3 for sure. I haven’t decided if I will keep this long fic series here, but since it was an anon ask its only right to honor them with the first chapter. 

Art credit: @ potchi_jpg on X

Music: Garden Kisses x Giveon (this was on a manic repeat for at least an hour. It wrote the chapter. I implore you to listen and levitate like I did).

CHAPTER I. Hello, Duchess.

Andesite. Dacite. Schist. 

Gorgeous. 

Suguru takes a mental note of the rock formations whizzing by just before he spears the Aegean Sea. Tailwind force trailing his feet in an elegant whirl.

Eh, mediocre landing. He’s out of practice. 

It’s true. Seminary did not allow for too much idle time in between biblical studies. Devil’s playground, and such. 

And it’s not in his nature to half-ass any life endeavor, whatever it may be. 

Suguru deftly levels out in the welcoming waves. Loose-limbed and fluid. Choosing to hover below her surface for a few moments longer. The tail end of his thick, singular French braid undulating behind him.

His body flows in tandem with the current. Swimming deep enough to scatter a pool of Fagri. He instinctively captures one in his large hand — not quite as out-of-touch as he thought. 

‘Make it to shore! If Poseidon calls, don’t answer Him, son!’

The gentle fisherman called out each time Suguru dove off their vessel. Still two or three, sometimes up to five miles from the coast, he’d plunge into the waters. Regardless of her mood, Suguru craved to be surrounded by her embrace. 

To be baptized by her tide. 

Showered with her salt of the earth. 

A dampened smile blooms across Suguru’s terse lips. Oxygen bubbles float about, from the muffled chuckle escaping him. 

His father’s voice rings between his ears. A little less clearly, nowadays. 

He always dove deeper than his fellow seafarers. Without the restraints of gear or protective equipment. Unnaturally comfortable in an element more labile than human nature. 

Suguru’s father mused about his Stormborn boy’s true lineage. 

‘Everyday, I prayed for you. Begged for you. And the God of the Ocean delivered a precious gift. Don’t return to His storms too soon.’

Fond memories, a little yellowed now. Callouses from those days have faded. 

Suguru is a different man. Born again. In a new country. With a new home, a new purpose. 

Even still, it’s comforting to know the world is 70% water, 30% land. And the Great Majority has always welcomed him with open arms.

No matter the iteration of his life, he’ll always find a home at Sea.

“Father Geto!”

What? 

Suguru begins his ascent. He is still by the cliff edge. Not nearly far enough for the Sirens to beckon. 

“Chaplain! Are you out there?”

Not even the saltwater penetrates his ears like this melody. 

An ethereal crescendo. With all the grace and beauty of a summer swan. Light enough to lull stoic men to a peaceful, permanent, slumber. 

More alluring. More disorienting than the songs at sea he’s heard and resisted. Potent enough to drown a warship. 

Who is calling for him?

Suguru chases the lethal sound. Careful pauses at each depth-level. To avoid returning to Poseidon’s storms too soon, as his father would say. 

“Father Geto!” 

Ahh, a voice he recognizes. His alter boy, Noel, at the peak.

Helios is kind, today. Because the Sun kisses Suguru as he breaks the surface. If the Ocean is his home, the Sun is certainly his lover. 

“What is it, Noel?” He calls in between strides to the volcanic edge.

“You have a visitor!” A tremble to Noel’s tone. Suguru cant help the low chuckle that leaves him.

Adolescents are always so anxious. Nervous about the most inconsequential, meaningless things. He was once the same. 

Who could be visiting? His schedule is supposed to be cleared today. 

Suguru laments leaving his clothing at the peak of the cliffside. Tossing a glance over his left shoulder - memories of his past life tattooed in various symbols. His back, covered in a sprawling trident. 

A permanent stain from the life he lived before this. It’s unbecoming of a priest to be seen this way. 

Latching onto the unforgiving rocky edges, Suguru scales the steep terrain in long steps and short holds. Serrated earth digs into his damp palms with each grasp.

He savors the pain. It’s familiar. An indication that he’s spent some time in the only other place he finds unfettered peace. 

“Noel, my schedule was cleared. Who could be—“

“Pardon my intrusion, Father Geto.” You seep into Suguru’s sentence, effectively answering his question. 

Music. 

Suguru nearly falls backward off the ledge he just set foot on.

Rumors about your beauty pollenated the compound for weeks. Anxiously anticipating your arrival. Hushed voices between maidens. Whispers within the walls of parlors. Bellowing gossip between court officials. 

All the words, all the speculations roll around Suguru’s skull. Louder than glass shattering in an empty room. 

They were wrong. 

Liars. 

Not even a tenth of the truth can be found in the frivolous ‘she’s a beauty’, ‘what a pretty face’ and comments of the like taking root in the compound. 

No, no. 

You were sculpted by every single Deity Suguru has ever studied.  

Because the One he has chosen to worship couldn’t have possibly crafted you alone. 

The good Lord is simply without the means.

Suguru will have to repent for that blasphemous thought later. 

…but God granted him eyesight, no? 

Eyes that can see underwater with the same clarity as a cloudless day. He trusts his eyes more than any part of his body. 

And they aren’t deceiving him. 

Flushed and turned away, Suguru takes a moment to soak you in, while patting himself dry. Maybe taking a little extra time to step into his khaki slacks and white button up. 

His wind pipe threatens to spasm with each sip of you he takes. 

Exquisite woman. 

You could convert a non believer in an instant. 

The gentle slope of your nose, those warmed soft, high cheeks deserve to be cherished in a museum. 

That dress. 

The tailor must’ve sewn it to your body in real time. Rolling hills and dips of your feminine curves. So quick to surrender to the ride your frame is taking him on. 

Suguru could fall to his knees and praise the Gods right here and now for their attention to detail. 

“Duchess? I’m embarrassed. Forgive my attire, I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”

Still damp but fully clothed, Suguru walks forward with a steady hand outstretched. Intentionally skipping eye contact with Noel, who would’ve interpreted the glance as anger. The boy is practically vibrating in his periphery. 

Concerned about possibly making a mistake, sure. But if Suguru were still a betting man, he’d bet your presence is driving Noel’s rattled nerves. 

“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness!” Unveiling your face to him with a gorgeous smile, you offer a delicate hand that drowns in his. 

Well.

To call it just a gorgeous smile makes him no better than the rumor mill and its grave underestimation. 

The air around him is sliced to a fraction of what it was. Suddenly gossamer thin and inadequate. 

You are breathtaking. 

“Please.” A deceptively even tone and casual wave of his hand. You wouldn’t know that words taste like sandpaper. 

“How can I serve you, Duchess?” 

“You do not have to address me as such, Father. I’m not wed, yet!”

Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you laugh. Heat scorches Suguru’s ears and you both are presently under shade. 

Do. Not. Covet.

“It’s all the same.” With a restrained smile, Suguru peels his eyes away from yours. 

Resting them on his rectory in the distance. He gestures his hands forward. Noel scrambles ahead of you two, undoubtedly to go tidy the chapel (that is already spotless). 

“You’re quite the swimmer.” 

You could assassinate him, you know. 

With that voice of yours. The way it stuns his senses. Far more dangerous now that it isn’t dampened by unrelenting waves. 

Suguru is a strong swimmer. He knows it. Noel knows it. The whole court knows it. Great Whites know it. 

So why is his spine unraveling at its seams when you say it? 

Why is his heart knocking against his sternum like it’s on the run from something? 

From someone, rather. 

“Mmm.” Suguru hums through closed lips. 

Unable to acknowledge the compliment with decorum. He opts for diversion instead. 

“Duchess, if I may. What prompted your visit to the chapel? How can I serve you?” 

The two of you take lazy strides along the cobblestone path. You ogle at a white rose bush that Suguru is particularly fond of. 

“I was touring the compound and noticed the garden surrounding the Church.” 

A distracted response, while nestling your nose in a pretty bloom. Sun rays fanning your face as if to showcase that you’re God’s favorite. A biblical example of how flowers should be enjoyed.

Is it just the roses? Or are you this beautiful no matter the plant?  

“Ahh. Come, then.” 

You’re being indulgent, Suguru. 

Maybe so. But the Chapel Grounds are his domain. The greenery lives and breathes under his fingertips. He adamantly refused a groundskeeper for the garden. Taking pride in nurturing its needy existence. 

Second only to his eyes, Suguru trusts his hands fully. They’re intelligent. Fast. Expansive. 

Definitive. Firm when the situation calls for it, yet gentle. Quick to learn. 

Attentive. 

He’s never gotten a shortage of compliments on his hands—

“Wisteria!” You torpedo through Suguru’s rapidly disintegrating spiral. And he couldn’t be more grateful. 

Regaining a shred of control, he leads you under the oak archway. Draped in curtains of Wisteria. The billowing lilac petals sway romantically in the sea breeze. 

Your lips hang open in a pretty, shocked ‘Oh.’ Eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder. Adoration woven into those beautiful features slams hot and heavy into his lower abdomen. Remnant embers warming below his belt line. 

Suguru coughs to reset his over-sensitive senses. A futile gesture because you knock him right back down to his knees. 

“Oh, Father…..please?” A soft plea rolls through the slit in your lips. Pulling his eyes down to your pout.

Fuck. 

The rock formation Suguru took note of earlier suddenly materializes in his throat. You coated his honorific in a new tone. Breathy and desperate. As if he is the only person who could satisfy your needs. 

His skin is half a degree away from melting clear off his skeleton under those big, warm eyes of yours. 

“Specify your request, Duchess.”

Both hands jam into his pockets so he can dig his nails into his thighs unnoticed. The searing pain tethering him to this dimension. 

A deep rose blooms over your cheeks. Realizing you hadn’t actually asked him a question before begging. 

So, prettily. 

“May I please tend to your garden? It’s…I’m far from home and gardening brings me so much joy. Please, Father Geto—“

“Yes.” 

His agreement comes well before Suguru is ready. Or, thought it through. 

Should a noble woman be seen doing tasks as menial as gardening? 

Should you be seen without your fiancée on his grounds? 

What will you look like? 

Kneeling over a bed of sunflowers? 

Kneading the soil with your delicate, small hands—

“How can I thank you?” Your lips curl into an intoxicating smile. And Suguru no longer has the capacity to be in your presence. 

“No need, stay as long as you like. I have to take my leave.”

Suguru offers a curt wave and terse smile before spinning on his heel. Leaving you, a work of art, beneath the masterpiece that is his arc of wisteria. 

He barrels down the Chapel corridors at light speed. The pews, confessional, meeting rooms whirl by his periphery in a drunken haze.

Cold water. Cold water. 

The wooden bathroom door creaks and wails beneath his harsh touch. Suguru fumbles with the two-level lock.

He nearly strips down naked. The fire incinerating him from within is unbearable. If there were scissors within grasp he would’ve cut his braid completely off. Because even the familiar sway of his waist length mane along his back is too much. 

You are too much.

Suguru’s fingers unravel his braid and reposition his locks into a tight bun. Off the damp skin along his neck. 

‘Father….please?’

Your voice echoes from Suguru’s incapacitated brain down to his drooling cock. Icy water splashes against face. 

Suguru’s length has been weeping since you first revealed your face to him. Twitching and thrashing with every single word that came out of that pretty, sinful mouth. He’s never been so grateful that today he chose to swim with compression gear, rather than his usual bared skin. 

Are you doing this on purpose?

Wide eyed and demure. But with a voice more beautiful than any siren that has tried to lure him to his watery grave. 

Is this a test?

Suguru’s fingers desperately grasp the golden cross around his neck. Digging the symbol into his palm. 

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…” He starts. Ignited, smoldering violet eyes staring back at him are unrecognizable. 

They are not of God. 

They are dark. 

Lust filled. 

“Now. And…and at the hour of our death.” Words slip through his gritted teeth. His other hand grips the sink edge. 

‘May I please tend to your Garden?’

“God. Please.” Suguru is the one pleading. To anyone above.

For self-control. For reprieve from the shape of your lips when you beg. His cock bucks against his inner thigh. Demanding attention to the ache between his legs. 

Are you Eve? 

Have you come to destroy his Eden?

Your delectable mounds barely hidden beneath that fucking dress as the Apple?

“Holy…Holy Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners.” His vice grip around the cross tightens. Babbling words he hopes can provide him with some restraint, some clarity.

They don’t.

Because his other hand now hovers over the pulsating bulge in his slacks. His manhood starved. Especially having been deprived of touch. Of warmth for longer than Suguru remembers.

“Holy…Mary…fuck.” Blasphemy rolling off his tongue. 

Scorching heat radiating from his hovering palm pierces his clothing. Encasing his cock like a warmed blanket. Enticing him like the soft sex of a woman. Every single muscle is under wire tension. Forcing space between his need and his hand. 

His hands. Don’t forsake him now. He trusts his hands. 

“Father Geto? Are you alright?” Noel’s call from the other side of the door startles Suguru still.

“I’m—“ Suguru clears his dry throat “I’m alright, Noel. What do you need?”

“I saw you run in here and—“

“I’m okay.” Suguru replies, more softly this time. The boy is almost too tender-hearted for his own good.

He doesn’t miss the small sigh of relief. 

“I left your updated schedule on your desk.” 

“And what would I do without you?”

Suguru can almost hear Noel smiling across the barrier. Gleefully padding away. Completely unaware that his presence was the saving grace from disgracing himself. 

Another splash of cold water on his face and multiple deep breaths later, Suguru finally gains enough composure to emerge. 

Curious about the updates to his schedule, he strides to his office. A leather folder awaits with his itinerary.

Saturday: 0800 - 1000- Youth lecture 

Saturday: 1800 - 2000 - Evening mass

Sunday: 0700 - 0900 - Morning mass

Sunday: 1300 - 1400 - Pre-Marital Counseling [CONFIDENTIAL] 

“High court, then.” Suguru muses to himself. Pulling out the envelope with a matching demarcation. Meant for his eyes only. Should the seal be broken en route to the recipient the offender could be sentenced to death for treason. 

And at this moment, Suguru finds that fate less painful than the spear currently piercing his lungs.

His eyes burn into the names written at the bottom of the page.

The Duke Ahriman  & The Duchess-to-Be.

Chapter II

E/N: Hello from [redacted]. I am literally losing my shite. I’m already in love with the plot before it has even fully materialized. And prince-of-the-sea-Suguru? This headcannon has me in a chokehold I fear. Thank you for reading 💋

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Another Day in Paradise- Chapter 1

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: E for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point?

AN: Coping with mental heal spirals with new fandom crack? Fuck yes we are. Did I think I was over simping for cartoons at 33? Also fuck yes, but here we are. Idk how long this will be but hey, it'll get finished eventually if there's interest in it. I'm playing some with the timeline, starting off prior to season 1 and we're running through it.

Chapter 2

Summery: Amber hated her life but she smiled and took what it gave her. She had tried to be a good Christian wife. She tried to give the to God everything he was due. She tried to be devoted enough. She tried to survive the cult she was raised in. She tried until the day she couldn't try anymore and then, she had hoped to never have to try again.

Instead of an eternal sleep as her punishment for not trying hard enough, she woke in the very place she had been taught was a lie fed by false Christians- Hell. With her body changed, her resilience gone and no way to get her feet under her in her new afterlife, she pulled herself up the hill to the newly renamed Hazbin Hotel, tail between her legs and without anything to offer in exchange for mercy and charity.

Could the safety of the hotel provide her what she needs to finally blossom? And what, if anything, could she blossom into? And why is Alastor interested? And what role could she fill for the King of Hell himself?

~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~<3

Amber opened her eyes, which was something she shouldn’t be able to do. It was supposed to be over. Everything was supposed to be over. It was supposed to have ended. So why was she still alive? 

Sounds flooded her ears as she regained her faculties. That was another thing she was never supposed to do again. Yelling, screaming, explosions, engines and the simple sounds of city life which made no sense. She didn’t live in a city, she lived in bum fuck rural ass no where and more pressingly, she was dead. Or she should have been. 

That was something she had personal seen to, for fucks sake. 

“Good, you’re awake.” A voice that was soft as velvet spoke from a distance. The voice sounded like bells, musicale. 

“Where am I?” She pushed herself up against the wall. 

The room she was in looked to be abandoned, a thick layer of dust covered the ground and trash had gathered in the corners. There was an open exterior door, giving way to what looked like a busy street and the source of the trash. Next to her was a golden office door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Another wall housed a closing elevator door. 

It was from the elevator that the voice seemed to come. 

“For your sins, you’ve been sentenced to an afterlife in hell. Sorry, that sucks.” 

“What?” 

~~~~~<3

That was how her first day in hell went. She had woken up, dumped on a dirty old office floor with a tank top and cargo pants that didn’t belong to her. She didn’t even have shoes on her feet. 

It took less than a month for her to end up exhausted in front of the hotel that promised to rehabilitate sinners. Amber didn’t know if she wanted to ascend to heaven but she did know she wasn’t going to survive on the streets of Pentagram City for much longer. 

She was weak. she was tired. Her body was starved. In her short time in hell she had learned that she like many of her fellow residents, didn’t have fuck all for powers and no way to defend herself. Unlike many of the others however, she struggled to find the fight to gain a foothold. 

After spending a lifetime being told to be smaller, meeker, and weaker, she simply had no bite to her. No one wanted to hire a girl who was too timid to keep their shop from being robbed. No one would rent a flat to a girl who couldn’t manage the income to afford food, let alone the rent. 

Sleeping on the streets, on benches and in whatever alley she could find provided little rest. More often than not she’d wake with a start, hands on her. When she was lucky, they’d just take what little things she had managed to acquire. Other things it was her body itself they wanted. 

Those that bothered her were so much like her though, weak. Powerless. Timid. Easy to frighten. She easy target for them when she was asleep but as soon as she woke, like cockroaches they would scatter. It was better to not sleep.

Refocusing on the present, she took a deep breath and tried to gather the courage she needed. Her heart was in her throat as she stood at the door. 

In life, you didn’t knock on hotel doors and wait to be let in. It was weird. This was weird. She had almost convinced herself to walk back down the hill when the door opened. 

“Hello~” The tall woman swept the door open with such cheer and energy, attention focusing on Amber in a instant. “Are you here for a chance at redemption?” 

“I don’t know.” Amber answered reflexively, honestly. She had heard tell of how kind the Princess of Hell was but being faced with the first ounce of kindness in her afterlife left her speechless and feeling the urge to run just as much as she would have if faced with aggression. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”

The Princess watched her as she turns to leave and though Amber couldn’t explain it, it was like a switch flipped in the tall woman. The kindness and warmth remained but it subdued as she took in Amber’s appearance. 

The Princess’s eyes took stock of the girl in front of her. She was wearing much the same clothes she would have arrived in hell in, if not the very same- it was near standard issue. The girl outside the hotel looked simply rough, hair dirty and tangled. 

“Are you alright?” Amber flinched as the Princess reached out, snagging her fingers. Amber jerked away from the contact on reflex, sure she was going to be hurt. 

“I don’t- I’m not- redemption isn’t for me.” She settled as she backed away a few more steps.”

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Stepping outside of the hotel, the Princess allowed the door to close behind her before she continued. Amber didn’t know it at the time but she was seeing something few had gotten the chance to see- Princess Charlotte caring for one of her people, not Charlie the over energetic dreamer. 

“I’m Charlie. It looks like you’ve had a rough start to your life here. I’m sorry for that. Mom used to have staff that greeted new sinners, helped them find their feet but Dad- He’s fallen away from that. It makes for a rough landing, I bet. Why don’t you come in?” 

~~~~~<3

The princess of hell was in possession of a bleeding heart that made her eager to collect the stray fox regardless of her weak protests at the door.

The reality was, Amber didn’t have the strength to offer much protest at all, though she did try. Trusting in theory was a lot less scary than trusting in reality, she discovered as the Princess dragged her inside the hotel. There were eyes on her as she walked, head down and shoulders slumped but Amber didn’t dare face them. Bitter tears stung at her eyes.

Charlie led her through the halls and to a room to call her own. It was a modest room, though mainly at Amber’s insistence. She had no money to pay for her stay, no hope for redemption and nothing to offer. She wouldn’t take a nice room that they could give to someone better deserving.

“Stay as long as you want. All I ask in return is that you help or participate, even if you don’t think anything will come of it.” Charlie said, as she stood just inside the room. 

“Why?” Amber hated that her eyes stung with emotion she didn’t want to name. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“Because you came for help and this place; it’s about helping people. Clean up, take some time for yourself and when you’re ready, come down. We have dinner at six, if you want you’re welcome to join. You’re safe here.” 

~~~~~<3

Amber didn’t have anything to store in her room. It wasn’t like she could unpack to kill time. She’d have to make do with what she had been ever so generously provided, and she would, without complaint. 

The bed called to her. She was so tired. The call of the shower, of being clean was stronger though. She wouldn’t dirty the bed with the mess that was her clothes, hair and body. 

Dragging herself to the bathroom, she stripped and started washing out her clothes in the bathtub. Dirt, blood and god knows what else dislodged from the fabric while she did the best she could to clean it. It was disgusting.

It was humiliating but she reminded herself that this wasn’t the first time she had washed her laundry in a bathtub. It wasn’t as uncommon as it should have been in her living life. It wasn’t like she had another option, anyway. She didn’t have any other clothes.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a knock at her room door. “Hold on!” Amber called, searching for something to cover herself with. 

“It’s me again.” Charlie’s voice came through the door, “Can I come in?” 

Amber wrapped a towel around her and left the soaked clothes in the bottom of the tub where they made a dirty puddle of water as she made her way to the door. Opening it, she peeked out at the tall woman. 

“I brought you a change of clothes.” She said, passing the bundle to Amber. “They’re some of my girlfriend’s old stuff, she doesn’t really wear them anymore and she’s shorter than me so they’ll fit you better than anything I have. I hope that’s okay?” 

“Why?” Amber could feel the way her ears sagged, nearly flat against the crown of her head. 

“It’s okay.” Charlie smiled down at the little fox demon, so beaten down by the world she was sentenced into. How could someone so meek and timid manage enough sin to end up down here? “I want to help you.”

Amber nodded, shoulders sagging as she tried to will the burning from her eyes. 

“What’s your name?” Charlie asked as she rested her hand on a bare shoulder, softly rubbing while she watched the girl try to hold herself together. 

“Amber.” Her voice was hardly more than a whimper.

“Do you want a hug, Amber?” 

Amber nodded weakly and stepped into the Princess of Hell’s embrace. Charlie’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight. Amber nuzzled her head under Charlie’s chin as the tall woman stroked her hand down the waves of red hair. 

At first, Amber didn’t realize she was crying. She hadn’t had a chance to grieve until now, the life she had lived and all that she had lost. When death encroached on her, she had thought it was over and she could rest. 

Sobs ripped through her chest as she clung to Charlie’s jacket, trusting the towel to stay in place where it was tucked into itself. Amber grieved for the life she had lived and the sins she had committed. She cried for the bodies she saw ripped apart in the streets over the last few weeks. Her shoulders shook with the power of her grief until the tears finally tapered off, soothed away by the soft weight of the Princess’ hand running down the length of her hair. 

“Go get yourself a hot shower, okay? Throw out those ‘welcome to hell’ issued spawn clothes. I don’t know how long you’ve been here but you can start your life over. You can have happy days in hell.” Charlie spoke softly, glancing down the hall and locking eyes with her worried girlfriend before returning her attention to the small girl in her arms. Amber hadn’t realized she never let the woman in, instead stepping out in just a towel. 

“Okay.” Amber sniffled before forcing a smile that felt as weak as it was forced. “I’m sorry for crying on you. So much for everyone being tough in hell.” 

“It’s okay. It’s hell, not everyone’s big bad and tough but everyone is broken.” Charlie smiled down at her and couldn’t resist resting her hand on Amber’s head, fingers stretching between the soft ears. 

~~~~~<3

Soaked clothes were left to drain in the sink while Amber sat in the tub under the burning spray of hot water. Pain, lovely sweet pain she could control filled her senses as she continued to grieve. She had thought she had run out of tears in the Princess’ arms but she had found a new well to tap when the hot water hit her skin. 

Eventually, the tears stopped and she pulled herself off the floor. Mechanically she used the complementary soaps to wash her body. Washing her hair was a struggle, she accidentally sent water and suds into her ears more than once. It wasn’t a great experience but it did manage to shake her out of her sadness and replace it with indignant annoyance. 

“How the fuck do I do this?!” Amber grumbled to herself, pinching an ear between her fingers and pulling it painfully down, trying to block the water from entering the stupid tall ear while trying to rinse suds from the fur and hair around it. 

It took a her a moment to decide what was the proper thing to wash a tail with, a debate that felt surreal. Did you wash a fur covered body part with shampoo or a body wash bar? Dogs were washed with shampoos, she decided, so that was what she would use but God above, she’s never felt so uncertain on how to clean her body in her life. 

It felt weird to her still, to touch her tail. The changes her body had undergone upon her death were strange but easy enough to forget about as long as she didn’t touch them or look at them too long. She could pretend her nails were just freshly manicured for Halloween into claws. While running, hiding and scavenging, it was easy to not see herself and forget about the new form of her body. 

This was the first time she had a chance to come to terms with the changes. It was also the first the she had no choice but to acknowledge them. Still, it was weird. 

In a way, she was thankful all in all. She’d seen imps that look more like monsters and people that looked like massive bugs. She’d seen ogres and people that looked more beast than man. There were people with more than two arms or legs, only one eye or far more than two eyes. Things walked the streets covered in scales and fur and yet she looked oh so similar to what she had in life. 

Why was that? Why did she seem to look so human? Amber wasn’t sure there was a rhyme or reason to anything in hell. 

She squeezed the water out of her tail after wringing out her hair. This was the most she had handled her tail since realizing it existed. Thick dark red fur ran down the length until it gave way to white at the tip. The fucking thing could hold a lot of water in all that fur, that was for sure. When it was wet, it was heavy and uncomfortable.

Wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out of the tub, she prepared to properly face her reflection for the first time. Glimpses in mirrors, glass and puddles had been the most she had braved looking until now. 

There wasn’t a reason to put herself through that stress while trying to survive in a world of monsters. She’d seen people stabbed to death and some man with a dog’s head step over the still warm body as if it was nothing. 

Now she was safe. Or at least, Charlie said she was and it seemed like she could be trusted. What a world Amber had woken up in, where she drags herself to the devil’s daughter’s hotel for charity. And gets it! 

A giggle at the thought threatened to spill from her throat. It was misplaced, a reaction to stress and anxiety. Wiping off the steam from the mirror as the giggle died down, she took a deep breath and faced herself. 

In life, her skin had been olive and kissed by the sun. Now she looked washed out, pale as a corpse. That was a common skin tone, she had noticed in the last few weeks. Everyone looked pale as the dead if their skin wasn’t covered in fur, even those with darker skin tones were washed out and ashen.

Curly brown hair had been replaced by bright red waves. The eyes that looked back at her should have been rich chocolate brown and instead they were inhumanly green. That wasn’t the only inhuman feature about her. Her face was more angular and her teeth sharp points in her mouth. 

On top of her head sat tall red ears, tipped with black. She watched as they twitched, seeming to communicate her curiosity. It reminded her of how the husky she had as a child would express himself with his ears, always flicking and flattening to tell his mood. It wasn’t something she was very good at controlling but she found she could intentionally move them. 

It was weird. Lifting the hair at the side of her head, she looked at where her ears should have been. It wasn’t just that the ears were missing, the hairline was shifted, going to her neck in a smooth curve rather than dipping back around where the ear would have been. 

Weird. This was so fucking weird. 

She was just thankful looking at herself in the mirror didn’t add much to her trauma or make herself vomit. It was more of a curiosity than anything. The woman looking back at her was so much like herself and yet in every way, wrong. 

She had no bra but thankfully her new body didn’t come equipped with a particularly sizable bust. She would have liked the support and security of a bra for the normalcy the feeling would have provided but beggars and all that shit. The shirt was long and thin, a pretty basic tee shirt that was almost a dress, reaching to her upper thighs.

That was good because Amber didn’t know if these clothes were to keep or to be returned. She tried stuffing her tail in the pants but decided quickly that it didn’t work. There wasn’t a way to fold it up so the pants could rest where they should have. 

It was painful to try. 

The pants were very much like leggings and she rolled the top down so it rest low on her hips. 

“Welcome back to the 2000s,” Amber mumbled to herself as she looked at how dangerously low the pants sat. This allowed the pants to sit so that her tail could hang out overtop. 

It wasn’t comfortable but if she stuck her tail out a good bit but it worked. 

#alastor x oc #hazbin alastor x oc #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin fanfic

[theslotherin18]

Ok, so quick question fellow HH fans. What is Velvet supposed to be based off exactly, like her theme? Yes, I know she was a maid cosplayer in her earlier design but they kinda got rid of that.

Edit: I saw someone say she is a clown/jester which I think is pretty cool ngl.

Valentino is very clearly based off a moth with his fluff and wings and its obvious he is the porn overlord with his pimp fit. The moth theme is quite clever given how irl moths emit pheromones during sex to make it more inticing. His red and white color pallet gets this across as well.

Vox likewise has a tv head and Wi-Fi symbols, blatantly signalling what he has power over along with an electric themed color pallet. The more subtle shark theming with his lair and coat tail shape is a nod to the sin of greed given how shark demons come from the greed ring(helluva boss). His wardrobe being a parallel to Alastor (which I made a post about) and theming makes it clear what he is all about even if it’s nor 100% original (if it ain’t broke don’t fix it)

The character designs, despite all the bashing from haters of Vivzies art style get their point across which is the most important role of character design.

Velvet on the other hand, I am not so sure. If she is based off an animal, idk what she is. Looking at her upfront, you can get the idea that she is an edgy bitch. The only thing she kinda has to play into her social media stuff is the hearts on her vest(?) and the constantly changing hairstyle and scene kid outfit. If I had no prior info, I would think she was Valentinos evil assistant with the repeating heart theme or Val and Vox’s love child incarnate. She doesn’t give Social Media overlord on her own.

I did notice she had a line that is perpendicular to her lips that gives her a doll like appearance which could play into the social media perfection angle but nothing else from her current design seems to go along with this theme.

Now, I have my gripes with a certain genre of character redesigns(the ones who in bad faith trash the originals and try to “fix it” by making the exact same mistakes in their improved one) but if I had to redesign her, I would give her a clear theme.

You could lean into an ocean theme based off internet lingo like “surfing the net” and how the Envy ring in helluva boss is speculated to have a deep sea theme and be ruled over by leviathan(if you like the theory that sinner’s demon form takes inspo from the native born demons that originated from the ring of hell their corresponding vice they most indulged in their earthly life was.). Or perhaps a cat theme given how ubiquitous they are in the early internet, social media and memes.

Perhaps instead of hearts, Vivzie could of used thumbs up, which on social media is an almost universally understood symbol. Maybe more phone or app based iconagraphy(copyright free of course)

Maybe a color pallet that looks less like a blend of Vox and Val’s color pallet that could stand on its own. I think keeping red would be a good call given how vox and Val also have that color, which would unify them as a trio. She has a tendency to blend into the background given how her pallet is both muted(the reddish looking color) and neutral (white and grey)

Idk, I am not expert on this stuff but that’s just what I see.

#hazbin hotel velvette #yes I spelled her name wrong but I was half through this post and I way to lazy to fix it #hazbin hotel #the vees #character design #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #helluva boss

[floral-cutie]

hey fellow villager! welcome to my humble blog! you're always welcome to rest here! my name's carolina, i go by she/they pronouns and am a proud queer christian from brazil!

oh, and a healthy reminder!!! if i see one (1) bigot, be it a terf, an anti-semitic, a pedophile, a homophobe, someone who's racist and a sexist interact with my blog, i'll not hesitate to block and report the fuck outta you, because you do NOT belong here, and you're NOT welcomed here, so just get the fuck out.

anyways....

here's a few facts about me:

i absolutely LOVE kpop and my ult group is stray kids

my favorite fruit is strawberry

even though i have a cottagecore blog, i am incredibly scared of bugs, specially spiders

i have two dogs and a cockatiel!

im a film major!

yes, i am lesbian AND a catholic, and i truly believe that everyone, including those who are queer, are loved by God, and that queer people belong in places of worship as much as any other cishet christian out there. and if you believe in the rhetoric that Jesus loves the sinner but hates the sin, well............... get the hell of out my blog <3

anyway! welcome! feel at home! my inbox is always open! always remember that you are precious and loved!

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar 🍎

VO: Jeremy Jordan

Favourite quotes:

“Ohh! No, no no Charlie no, no, no, just, *laughs hysterically* no.”

— Lucifer, Charlie asking him to get a meeting with Heaven (“Dad Beat Dad”)

“Oh, I'm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to FUCK YOU!"

―Lucifer, threatening Adam (“The Show Must Go On”)

Theme song:

Basics:

Age: Older than the Earth (200+ years old)

Species: Fallen Angel

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight (ally)

Height: 5'10

Occupation(s):

• King of Hell

<> Ruler of the Pride Ring

• Sin of Pride 😏

<> Leader of the Seven Deadly Sins

• Founder of Lu Lu World

Likes:

• His daughter

<> Supporting his daughter

<> Seeing his daughter smile/happy

• Circus imagery

• Rubber ducks

<> Crafting rubber ducks

• Singing

• Caramel apples

• Musical instruments

• Girls

• Polka music

• Pancakes

Dislikes:

• Most sinners

<> Alastor

<> Alastor showing (paternal) affection towards Charlie and vice versa

• Heaven’s rules

<> Heaven’s hypocrisy

• The Hazbin Hotel’s name

<> The hotel’s bar

• Anyone teasing him about his height

• His daughter getting in harm’s way

<> The thought of his daughter being crushed by Heaven like he was

• Seeing his daughter sad

• Him and his wife’s separation

Flaws:

• Autism (confirmed by Viv)

Special interest: rubber ducks

<> Social awkwardness

<> ADHD

• PTSD

• Severe depression

• Mpreg (🤣)

Romantic interests:

Lilith (wife; separated)

Family:

Wife: Lilith (separated)

Daughter: Charlie Morningstar

AU:

Daughter-in-law: Vaggie

Granddaughter: Dawn Morningstar

(surrogate) Son: Angel Dust

(surrogate) Son-in-law: Husk (RP)

(surrogate) Granddaughters: Luster & Kat (OCs)

Nicknames:

• King of Hell (title)

• The Devil

• Dad (by Charlie Morningstar)

• Charlie's daddy (by Lute)

• Sir (by Alastor and Vaggie)

• Lu Lu

• The Big Dick In Charge (by Angel Dust)

• The Ultimate Badboy (by Niffty)

• Your Majesty (by Sir Pentious)

• Your Highness (by Mimzy)

• Short King (by Angel Dust)

• The Big Boss of Hell (self-proclaimed)

• The Most Hated Being in All of Creation (by Adam)

• Demonic Head Honcho (by Katie Killjoy)

Family name:

Morningstar (series)

Magne (pilot)

Relationships:

• Razzle & Dazzle (bodyguards)

• KeeKee (family pet)

• Eve (one-night-stand)

Acquainted:

• Residents of the Hazbin Hotel

<> Angel Dust (canonically)

<> Sir Pentious

<> Alastor (rival)

• the von Eldritch family

• Mimzy

• Cherri Bomb

• Heaven (well-acquainted)

<> Angels (formerly affiliated)

• Fellow Deadly Sins

<> Mammon 💰

<> Asmodeus 💕

<> Beelzebub 🍔 🍻

<> Belphegor 🏥

<> Satan 🏜️

<> Leviathan 🎭

Enemies:

• Exorcists

<> Adam

<> Lute

• Valentino (AU/RP 🤭)

Abilities:

• Demonic transformation

• Flight

• Angelic power

• Shapeshifting

• Demon magic

• Duplication

• Musical talent

• Instrumental talent

• Craftsmanship

• Pyrokinesis

• Fire breath

• Size manipulation

• Super strength

• Portal creation

• Teleportation

• Object creation

• Hydrokinesis

• Hand-to-hand combat

• Ventriloquism

Appearance & Personality:

Lucifer is a slender-figured fallen angel who sports a close resemblance to his daughter, Charlie - having her white skin with rosy-cheeks, blonde hair with thin light coral streaks on the thicker, paler blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera and red pupils. He is shorter than his daughter, though not by a large amount.

Unlike Charlie, his mouth is full of sharp teeth, his hair is short-cut and has been slicked back with one tuft sticking out, his pupils are slit like a snake, and his cheeks are a paler shade of red. In addition, he also sports black sharp eyebrows, and his eyelids are light purple. His forearms also appear to be dark grey when his sleeves are rolled up.

Lucifer's white and red clothing is somewhat like that of a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes, which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped waistcoat with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. In "The Show Must Go On" his suit has red and golden epaulets, resembling those of a ringmaster.

He also wears a set of heeled black knee-high boots. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring.

Lucifer is usually seen carrying an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. Due to his angel origins, he possesses six white wings with red feathers, which he can extend from his coat.

Demonic form:

When he takes on his full demonic form, as well as displaying his wings, he displays a pair of red horns with an orb of fire between them and a thin crown resembling a snake with an apple above his hat. His eyes also change to have red sclera with yellow pupils. He also has a black tail with spikes that end in a triangular tip with a red heart at the center.

Eyes also appear on the inside of his coattails, and a similar eye also appears on his bowtie. In addition, his entire body gives off a light white glow.

Pilot:

In the pilot, Lucifer's appearance is nearly the same, only his pupils were instead black, just like Charlie's pilot design. The snake around his hat was also colored purple.

How to describe Lucifer’s personality?

• Threatrical

• Depressive (post separation)

• Melancholic

• Socially awkward (autistic)

• Ambitious

• Obsessive (with special interest)

• Mindless

Other (rarely):

• Egotistical >>> 1x08

• Violent

• Protective (especially when it comes to Charlie)

• Fearless

With Alastor:

• Prideful 😂🤣

• Jealous

• Insecure >>> about his paternalism towards Charlie

• Competitive

References:

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #autisc coded #jeremy jordan #i kin him #Spotify

[marithlizard]

Thoughts on Hellaverse worldbuilding (2/2)

Part one: TL;DR Hell was constructed as a traditional place to torture sinners for eternity, but it's not being used as one now.

After noticing all that, I have a few Theories.

Theory 1: At some point Lucifer told God to shove it and stopped following the original plan.

Hell is the demon homeworld, and they've got better things to do with their time than endlessly torture sinners. Quarantine those humans in the Pride ring and make use of them instead: their ideas, creativity, labor, probably body parts, idk. The succubi and incubi have been doing it all along.

Of course then Pride's far more crowded than any other ring, and you end up with the Exterminations. I'm very curious to learn how that arrangement started and what relationship Hell and Heaven have now; rumor has it Lucifer and Lilith have history with the head Exterminator, Adam.

Theory 2: Your first day in Hell as a sinner is probably quite different depending on who you were. Were you one of the lucky few to get powers, like the two inventors in S1E4? No one's going to bother someone who might turn out to be the next Radio Demon. Extract wallets and directions to a clothing store from passerby and you're good to go.

Otherwise, friendly people will be sizing you up. Were you a medical professional? Belphegor's agents would like a word. You can't go to Sloth, but your knowledge can. IT expert? Hey, can you can you fix that problem they've been having with the Sinstagram servers? Etc, etc.

No skills? Well, Vox might have a place for you if you're entertaining enough. The Valentino types are looking for fresh meat. Construction or something, if you're a big beefy demon now. Or, you know, it IS Hell, you can always work retail.

A helpful advance on your first paycheck helps you get clothed and fed and housed. Don't worry about that interest rate clause, sign here.

Theory 3: All the Sins feed on energy, not just Beelzebub. Ozzie's nightclub, Mammon's businesses, Belphegor's drugs, they all sustain their owners. So how does Lucifer extract "pride" from his residents?

Overlords. He gives power to promising-looking souls (who else could be doing it? It sure isn't God), and turns them loose to cultivate all that tasty arrogant pride. They're superior beings now and they know it and the other sinners are their prey.

And maybe that's half the reason sinners are restricted to the Pride ring. You don't want Overlords causing trouble all over Hell, keep them right here as part of the food chain, and oppressing their fellow humans instead of hellborns. (Are they strongly encouraged to leave hellborn cities alone? No one in Helluva Boss seems at all concerned.)

Am I arguing that Lucifer cares about the well-being of hellborns? Not especially. Just that he wants Hell as a whole to prosper, for his own reasons.

#helluva boss #hellaverse discussion #hazbin hotel

[nomorefstogive]

Nightingale and Cinnabar Deserve A Vacation

Hello my fellow Chiefs of Minos, I am posting this to remind you all that there are exactly two individuals who qualify as having even a modicum of sanity within the walls of Minos and we are not one of them.

So please remember to show your support to the pair of individuals responsible for keeping Minos from descending into the pits of utmost primordial chaos and dragging all of Dis down with it in an orgy of madness and chaos. 

Because, let us all be honest with ourselves for a moment here, without Nightingale being the hyper competent and dutiful Adjutant she is, and Cinnabar being the security expert and loyal guard she is, Minos would have become something straight out of an asylum workers worst nightmares. 

So let us all agree these two deserve a chance to take a vacation and relax and not have to worry about coming back home to find Minos either in ruins or having declared succession from dis and began a campaign of world conquest while the chief sits and vibes with some of the other sinners. 

With that said, let us offer our gratitude towards these two brave souls who shoulder the weight of being the dams that hold back the flood of madness that is the antics of Minos and offer them a toast to their health and sanity.

Because if they ever lose either then all of Dis is going to descend headfirst into the hell it claims to have risen above. 

Is this a crack post? Maybe.

Or perhaps a glimpse into a future idea for here or ao3...only time will tell.

Till next time.

#ptn #ptn nightingale #ptn cinnabar #path to nowhere #path to nowhere cinnabar #path to nowhere nightingale #These two are the only somewhat sane people in the whole damn prison and that is both hilarious and frightening lol #And they have to keep the madness that is locked away in the prison from enveloping the city #Cinnabar and Nightingale are the MVPs of Minos and Dis #The chief is every bit as chaotic and wild as the sinners and I stand on that hill with pride #Nightingale loves the chief but she also wants to smother them in their sleep or throttle them half the time lol #Cinnabar is wondering how the hell the prison is still standing #Cinnabar and Nightingale are drinking buddies #They are the parents of the merry band of maniacs that call Minos home

[dark-mnjiro]

Okay! Originally was going to be a demon, one who started as a radio actress with dreams I'd the silver screen and when that didn't pan out grew depressed and yeah....

But!! Had more ideas as an angel!! ESPECIALLY cause I could make a joke that Patchy is a nickname to an even longer and more complicated to pronounce name and that just works better if I'm an angel.

So! The Patch is angel born - created after the stock market crash of 1929 as a precaution to the depression to follow and the inevitable world war.

Why you may ask? Well originally to be an exterminator, to help quell the growing sinner population but when I popped out all red-haired and different (feeling like maybe they were experimenting with souls but dunno yet), the plan changed. Now I am a secretary of sorts, working alongside plenty other angels, to create the death reports of all the humans that die - passing them along to higher ups to who will then make the decision of whether they make it to heaven or not.

And, because of my low status and the fact many of the angels find me odd-looking (I am my cutiepie self but certainly no angelically beautiful like the rest of em) and a little mediocre and awkward, after awhile, I began to grow curious of the sinners everyone kept talking about. So, I visited hell, met a demon (fellow mootie) in her little museum of artifacts and finally felt like I fit in. So, in exchange for some angel steel, she helped me get a convincing disguise for whenever I want to come down - which is normally on my weekends

And I find myself getting deeper and deeper into all the mess that is Hazbin Hotel and the high powers because of insider information and want to change a system - after all, if a fellow angel is treated like dirt what are they doing to those in hell??

Oh! And because I write the reports, I know how a lot of em die!! Which is a fun flex.

As well... Patchy has a few crushes but no romantic subplot as of yet 👉👈

PATCHY THIS IS AMAZING 😭 I love hearing about everyone’s angelsona/hellsonas. It’s so much fun.

#lee off the record #lee answers

[hellizens]

I've been meaning to type this up for a while now, but am finally getting around to it. So, here's the theory I am going with for the dynamic between Lilith, Lucifer, and Alastor (as well as a few other characters, namely Adam and Sera).

DISCLAIMER: This ONLY applies to MY canon. I will NEVER force this theory on anyone that writes any of the characters involved. If people WANT to play the part, I'll be happy to let them! Otherwise, this will only be played out in my own little headspace.

After falling, Lucifer fell into a deep depression and lost his will to create and dream. Lilith, on the other hand, got stronger. She empowered her fellow demons and, in turn, made Hell a more formidable threat against Heaven.

With the population growing significantly faster, Sera knew there would eventually be a huge war that threatened her domain, and as head seraphim, it's her duty to protect it. Adam, being the first human angel, is consulted for solutions, and he suggests the yearly exterminations. Seeing no other option given their time crunch, Sera reluctantly agreed, but they couldn't just send down an army and slaughter demons whenever they wanted; that could start the war she wanted to prevent.

They had to get rid of the main source of Hell's power to make it work — and that's why Adam makes a deal with Lilith: to stop her empowerment and keep them weak so they can be exterminated and keep Heaven safe, in exchange for a free pass to stay in Heaven whenever and for as long as she likes.

Lilith takes that deal. In the end, she betrays her people (and family) for her own salvation. This is why Lilith began distancing herself from Lucifer; why she kept Charlie away from him as much as possible instead of letting him teach her about his dreams and help her become more powerful. At first, she was all for helping Charlie gain power if it meant getting into Heaven, but once Adam offered her that pass, even at the cost of her people and family, she took it.

The only extra term was that Adam agrees to never hurt Charlie, Lucifer, or the other hellborn during the exterminations. But Adam, being controlling as he is, decided he didn't have to follow that term anymore. Once Charlie began setting up the hotel to try and redeem sinners, all bets were off, and he went against the deal. In the end, it got him killed. Now, with Adam dead, the deal is null and void. Lilith doesn't have leverage to stay in Heaven anymore. If she wants her eternal vacation to continue, she has to go against her family and people again.

Which circles back to Alastor. He acts as her backup plan. He was originally sent there by Lilith not to help, but to hinder; to ensure that Charlie's hotel fails. But there's a problem: even though he doesn't want to admit it, Alastor has begun to care about the people at the hotel, considering them a 'joyful collective to be around.' And even though he almost died against Adam, he still comes back — maybe partially because it's part of his deal, but also because he's grown attached.

This is partially why he fought Adam. He knows Lilith is in heaven. He knows about her deal with Adam. With the first human dead, that deal is gone, and that would force Lilith to come back. This, I think, is when his deal with Charlie will come into play: in exchange for his information about the angels and their weakness, he wants one favor that doesn't involve hurting anyone, at any time he wants. What he'll ask of her, I'm unsure, but I'm positive it'll have something to do with his deal with Lilith.

TL;DR: Lilith makes a deal with Adam to let her enter Heaven in exchange for her no longer empowering Hell and letting the exterminations take place, as long as Charlie, Lucifer, and the hellborn are left alone. Alastor is employed as an extra security measure by Lilith to ensure the hotel fails. Unfortunately, Alastor has Feelings and winds up caring too much about the hotel staff to want them to fail. Adam goes against his deal and dies by Alastor's hand, threatening Lilith's paradise and forcing her to return to Hell.

#( headcanon: lilith ) #( headcanon: lucifer )

[sandyman-on-a-pirateship]

had a literal epiphany yesterday at like 2 in the morning and came up with a Dreamling AU that will send me straight into hell. (jesus!hob x dream as his usual self)

so anyway may I present to you the first dialoge snippet 🫴

"I keep dreaming about tearing it all down you know, about forcing people to be happy for once, to forget their shallow rules, their useless morals. Everyone is a hypocrite, everyone is a sinner before an all-knowing god."

He answers and juts his chin out, broadens his shoulders as if he's fighting a real battle and not just one of wits.

"Very insightful for a fisherman from galilea."

Hobab snorts at Oneiros' dry response and takes another swig of his mug. He's impetuous with that, too. Drinks so fast that wine escapes his lips and runs down his throat in glittering rivulets.

"I am many things, my dear Outis, a fisher, a carpenter, occasional sheperd of sheep and pigs." "And a sinner?"

Oneiros asks, and tilts his head in a manner that could be an insult or an invitation. Alluring him to another night in the embrace of his arms or tempting Hobab to betray himself, to deny his own words. Challenging him to insult himself as he insulted his fellow men or to claim the same righteous honour, he judged them for clinging to.

But Hobab's lips spring into a smile, as easy as foal to its mother. His face painted in a gentle red by the oil lamp's shine as he raises his mug to the heavens above.

"And a sinner!" He echoes Oneiros' words into the tavern.

(Please keep in mind that I wrote this while white specks appeared at the edge of my vision) (yes this is going to be a gruesome mixture from life of brian, that one amazing art of @alexxuun about hope!hob being jesus and the literal bible)

-> i am also still kind of very lost in terms of plot and actual storyline, so i am extremly open for input -> so please feel invited to comment or dm me if you have thoughts on how this AU could work

(Ps: google says the hebrew name Hobab means "favored/beloved, fitting don't you think?, also outis means 'nobody' in greek, it's what oddyseus calls himself when he's at that one eyed giants home)

(Pps: please note that i am not doing this to offend anybody, i'm just writing this to put my 18 years of catholic church membership and 8 years of christian private school to good use)

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dreamling #lord morpheus #sandman fanfiction #dream x hob #hob gadling #dreamling au

[alastors-radioshow]

So, uh, Al........... Saw you blushing when you were told you were a 10 out of 10 by that guy, Terzo. What's going on there??

ask my muse questions about the relationships they have with other muses, whether it be in actual canon, or canons created among fellow muns.

"I am fairly certain that you saw nothing of the sort~"

"But if you really must have your curiosity satiated, I will say that I am quite intrigued by him. He looks me in the eyes when we speak, and seeks me out of his own accord. Rather rare, seeing as even the sinners of Hell avoids me~ And what is even more, he had the courage to call me attractive~ Goodness, how could I not be flattered~?"

If you see a hint of that aforementioned blush reappearing? No, you don't.

[Ment. @halloweencookie ]

#::In The Shadows:: - Anonymous #alastors-radioshow #::On Air:: - Ask #Alastor Answers #//He's going to be denying that blush #//Unless Terzo himself calls him out on it you saw NOTHING

[alternamarian]

Lord, are these your real terms?

A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis

I haven't been able to watch Ant-Man: Quantumania. I was hoping that would be the first movie I'd see, after the restrictions. But, for obvious reasons, I haven't been able to. I could joke about having to wait for MCU X-Men; but that really is quite a long time away.

Yes, I've seen the cartoons. They're no masterpiece of animation, I doubt the arbiters of such titles would include the series among the greats. But I like questions presented in the show: would a character, with the power to make the right choice, actually make the right choice? Because clearly having powers did not guarantee that. Nor did it prevent anyone from harming others, just because it was possible. I mean the whole laying the Earth to waste could be fun; I can't really say, having never actually done so (and I suppose I'll be told I'm denying myself the right to explore my potential with all this self-restraint).

I haven't seen all the seasons, though, so I'm not as knowledgeable as a Proper Fan™ ought to be. I'd always tried to get the homework done before watching, but homework kept piling up. As a reward for completing schoolwork, I'd get more schoolwork. So I had to stop watching. Even reading as pastime became an increasingly occasional thing.

But I accepted that. I thought I was preparing myself, building towards the potential to good. The particulars were unknown, but I intended to do good. — Not only to excel, but do good, and not only in terms of a specific vocation. I intended to be good, to help others, for their sake as well as His, and be pleasing to Him.

And now what have I for my efforts? Where is the fruit of the poor, obscure, plain and little servant? No hundredfold yield here: no sixtyfold harvest, not even thirtyfold. Nothing much to see but a failure and a fraud:

He that is faithful in that which is least, is faithful also in that which is greater: and he that is unjust in that which is little, is unjust also in that which is greater.

— The Gospel of Saint Luke (Chapter 16, Verse 10)

And I can accept that, too. I am a fallen sinner, full of flaws, and I can accept — or at least I think I can — that my suffering is necessary for cleansing and growth. If the little I have must also be taken away ... well, I don't think I have the strength to oppose that. But what of those who have become great and accomplished, gaining all manner of exemplary achievements, and showing no love for God or their fellow creatures? What makes their sins permissible? Will they all learn what they need to learn before they die? Is their repentance assured, and mine isn’t? Is that why they are allowed to flourish, and I am not? Grace for them, but not for me?

But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? [...] silence [...].

I don’t believe Our Lord predestines anyone to hell. That is not what the Church teaches. Nevertheless — what now? I still feel sad, lonely, and tired; I am still weak and sinful. One little slip, one tiny crack, could make my cup of sorrow runneth over.

[ladylasciv]

Marble White - Copia x OC

Song Choice - Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath

Chapter Two

The void echoes as it consumes me, but I feel at peace. I’m floating, and though I can’t see anything, I feel wind against my face so I must be going up. I’m completely aware that I’ve entered the afterlife, whatever that may be, but I have no recollection of how I got here. I had once read a theory that when we die, our souls block the memory of our demise, preventing ourselves from experiencing the trauma of it. 

But the void isn’t very telling of where I am.

Ascending for a few more minutes, the emptiness changes from black to gray to white as I climb higher and higher.

As if I’ve been lassoed, I plummet at a terrifying speed and hit a solid surface, feeling the worst pain imaginable as a result. Letting out a tortured scream, I’m silenced by the appearance of a foreign being. Though he is seemingly human shaped, his skin is slate gray, with hands and feet gradient to black. As he looks down at me with an angry expression, I notice horns protruding from his forehead.

“Silence!” He bellows, causing me to clap my hands over my ears in fear.

“Wh-where am I?” I begin to sob, standing up in a daze.

“The City of Dis, the sixth circle,” he glares, towering over me.

“I-I’m in Hell?! Wh-I don’t understand! What did I do?” I put my head in my hands, sweat drenching my skin. Is Hell really this hot?

“You are a heretic, you fail to followed the way of the Lord and what’s worse is that you present yourself as a false Christian,” He states coldly, “You deceive those around you. You convince them that you are a God fearing woman for your own selfish needs of what you think will be a rewarding life.”

A look of shock spreads across my face as I realize I’m naked just like everyone else, quickly growing uncomfortably hot and embarrassed. The color drains from my face as I become dizzy with feverish hallucinations. 

“What’s happening to me…” I croak out softly as two other demons lift me up and lower me into a stone tomb that’s been cratered into the ground, lighting me on fire. I’m unable to escape the flames, the sides of the hole too high to climb over.

“Heretics are subjected to roast in a tomb, damned to an afterlife of eternal pain. Back before your time, Heretics were burned at the stake to save their Godless souls. When they died, they experienced it all over again… forever. Just like you.”

“Please! You can’t do this! I didn’t mean to harm anyone, I was just…surviving! I’m a good person!”

“You are still a sinner - blasphemous too. Not only do you lie about your devotion to God, you mock him.”

I scream in misery as I writhe around in my personal hell, my skin now scorched and shriveled. The creature abandons me and I’m left to endure excruciating pain, the only company I have being the tortured sounds of fellow heretics sealed with the same fate.

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I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, only that it’s been an exuberant amount of time. What is time like here? Forever is too long if it goes as slow as it does in the mortal realm. Knowing that I’ll remain in this state indefinitely is enough to kill me, though I don’t have the luxury of even that. I’ve given up on screaming - Nobody will hear me and if they do, they don’t care.

I close my eyes and cry softly to myself, each tear evaporating as quickly as it comes. I begin to pray, but not to God. I wanted to believe in Him when I was still alive, I tried so desperately hard to find a way to grow closer to Him.

Now that I’m here, I’ve lost all hope of ever knowing his alleged love. What kind of mighty being would send someone to Hell just for being true to themselves, just for disagreeing with something so fundamental yet still unproven to be true and real.

“God loves all his children! Sinners and Saints the same,” they would say. Then why am I here ? If I’m so loved and looked after, why am I being tortured? Surely if another human being were to tell me they love me and then manipulate and torture me because I didn’t worship them properly…because I could see how much potential I have without them bogging me down with their toxicity, they’d be considered crazy! Dare I say evil.

Which then leads me to believe that if God is the evil one, what does that make Satan? I rack my brain for the things I’ve learned about the King of Hell, how he was once one of God’s most precious guardian cherubs. Lucifer was cast out of Heaven, sent hurtling to the Earth when God became displeased by his rebellion against Him. He was disgusted by Lucifer’s self image becoming so engorged with pride and greed. He was furious when Lucifer seemingly looked at himself in the metaphorical mirror and saw just how beautiful and powerful he was…how much he didn’t need him anymore.

Why would God create such an ethereal being just chastise it for rightfully taking advantage of the gift that had been bestowed? God tells us to love our parents, to love our neighbors, to love Him…why can’t we love ourselves just as much?

After reveling in these questions, I make the decision that I should be praying to Satan instead. The Catholic guilt leaves my soul as I loudly chant my devotion to the fallen angel, my voice growing as loud as it can in hopes that He will hear me sing His unholy praises. I stand in my pit of despair and cry out for my real savior. In the distance, I can see a handful of those wretched creatures barreling towards me, expressions of pure rage staring daggers into my reborn soul. I close my eyes and scream louder in my last attempts to be heard before I’m ripped to pieces by the claws of God. My voice fails to waver even in the seconds before impact.

Darkness surrounds me once more as I feel nothing. As if I've become Nothing itself.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #plus size oc #death #tobias forge #fanfic