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deadghosy · 3 months

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WHAT ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK READER ?!

Hungry for some kidneys 😋🏃‍♀️

STOPPP CAUSE I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM- WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME BRO😭 I THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS SOOOO FINE🦆💗 which he still is 🤭😘

HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK! READER

prompt: an eyeless man gets dared to go inside of a cartoon for some free “food”

Ben had dared you to go inside of this cartoon show that was becoming popular. You said hell no of course….but then he said the impossible…

“Would you either go in the cartoon for kidneys or listen to me tell you the whole script of the new movie.” Ben says with a knowing smirk at which one you would chose.

Never in your life have you jumped into a tv before so quick. But here you are as you stand in the middle of a red twin with dead bodies around. So you smile behind your blue mask and got to work.

You were so busy kidney hunting, you didn’t notice a tall red figure behind you smiling intrigued at how you were only looking for kidneys with your scalpel. You felt skinny hands touch your shoulders as you immediately tried to stab the hand quickly. But it was a wrong move because you got pushed by some green magic.

“Quick reflexes. Amazing my friend! You would do good for this hotel im helping” the man said as you stared at him. Before you could protest you got transported to a damn hotel.

NOW ENOUGH STORY MODE TYPE SHIT! NOW FOR THE FUN🔥

I imagine Angel one time seeing you use your tongues to eat a kidney that was in disguise and Angel had so many dirty jokes for you.

“Omg, I bet you’re a woman pleaser aren’t you?” Angel says suggestively as you just raise a brow at him not knowing what he is saying.

Charlie would try to get you to wear brighter colors, but you literally deny it as if you are still stuck in your emo phase making Charlie get war flashbacks to her own emo phase.

Imagine taking your bluemask off and scaring sir Pentious into thinking you are a ghost to steal his eyes😭 so evil but so funny.

I can see husk literally side eyeing you as you just eating. Like he is just so confused how you don’t bite on none of your other tongues.

I know some people draw ej with black fingernails, but what if Angel had painted them for you instead 💗

Imagine a cartoony moment where Angel is like “ah shit I lost my wallet..” and STARTS TO LOOK FOR IT IN YOUR EYES 😭 straight up digging his hands in ya eyeless holes to look for it and he actually did find it with a smile saying “ah Hah found it!”

Legit Angel will remind you of Ben as Angel will shove his phone in your face saying some dumb shit like. “Do you see it? Do you see it ? Do you see it?” As he has a stupid smirk on his face. You snapped grabbing Angel by his throat as the crew tried to pull you off of Angel as he struggles to breathe. “It was worth it…”

I headcannon EJ! Reader and Alastor being compatible friends because they both eat from human meat. But both different as EJ! Reader just eats the kidneys as Alastor eats the whole things

NAH IMAGINE KID EJ!READER GETTING THE LEFTOVER KIDNEYS FROM PARENT! ALASTOR’S PLATE😭💗💗 (so damn cute)

“No no, you use the little fork and the knife to cut it.” “….I literally eat with my hands.”

Just two hungry boys staring at each other while discussing flavors to make out of people.

The egg boiz likes to bring you dead sinners as you had promised them to read them bed time stories for kidneys..I mean a fair trade is a fair trade. 🦆

Idk but for me it makes sense for EJ! Reader to bite someone’s hand while sleeping cause in the fanon! slender house they are use to pranks being pulled off so many times.

Literally husk was trying to wake you up cause it was your duty to do the bar tendering and you ALMOST bit his whole hand off if it wasn’t for Husk’s scream.

I can see Lucifer trying to show you his ducks because he found how amusing how quiet and blunt you are as he practically shoved a duck in your face forgetting you don’t have eyes.

“Do you see how cute and amazing this is?! It’s a duck that can do the splits while shooting fire!” “I see.” *awkward silence* “I’m so sorry-” “sorry for what.”

I can see how your dynamic with Lucifer is like “I think I forgot something x I have it in my hand..”

Charlie once had you in red as you actually just stood there while she took photos of you. It was like you were ready for the first day of school as Charlie squealed happy to see her new staff wearing red.

“SMILEE!” Charlie say excited as you just stand there trying to smile but it came out strained showing all of your sharp teeth. “Yeah don’t ever smile again.” Angel said in the background as you jumped at him like foxy in fnaf 2 😭

I imagine you just standing there as Alastor puts his arm on your shoulder like an arm rest. Literally you are “😐 what?” face as Alastor is obviously “😄 what a lovely day!”

I can see you and niffty just playing random games during break time as husk just cleans glasses at the bar. It’s a relaxing sight for once without you trying to get someone’s kidney.

I imagine you and Adam having so much beef as he is annoying asf to you.

“Why are you eyeless? So you can’t see how ugly you are?” “No, so I can’t see how fat you basically are so it won’t affect me.”

THE WAY YOU GAGGED HIM- 😭🤭‼️

I can see the Vee’s trying to get you on their side but you would probably just flip them off as you eat a kidney.

I can imagine Vaggie trying to find out why there is black goo on the hotel stairs to find you are crying since Charlie banned you to scalpel anyone’s kidneys.

Vaggie and Charlie give you the angel dust treatment and try to find any scalpels you have in your room

I can see after the battle of the heaven and hell, you would just stand there like “🧍🏾what the fuck just happened..” as you try to scalpel a few angels only for vaggie to pull your blue hoodie away from one.

When Lucifer first met you, he thought you was a teen demon who just got hired. He wasn’t wrong for the hired part, when you first spoke that man thought he heard god himself as his eyes were wide at you.

I can headcannon Alastor bringing a sinner to your door with a note that say, “eat well <3” and you just stand there like….. “did I just get adopted by a cannibal..” you said picking up the unconscious sinner and grabbing a scalpel.

NAH CAUSE I USE TO BE FERAL FOR THIS MANNNN😨😭😭💗💗 HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!🦆‼️

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belphies-hands-around-my-throat · 3 months

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Obey Me Brothers + "Big Bro" Kink [+18]

Happy Valentines! Or not anymore... Well, it's a romance month for me! I have honestly no ideas about any cute scenarios so... me being horny. As you do. This time with the full cast of brothers... Although Belphie kind of... Got special treatment from me... As he does. *cough*

Warnings: Implied incest, duh (but only as roleplay here), dubcon (especially on Asmo and Belphie) but everyone is super into it, verbal manipulation with Belphie + him saying one thing and doing another but also in roleplay. Use of "MC" and "Sib/Sibling".

Author loving Belphie too much aka excessive Belphie content.

Also, just so nobody wastes their time, check the tags for dom/sub dynamics. Satan and Beel aren't there because I feel they don't fall into any here lol.

Lucifer ❤️

You say it teasingly because he's totally in his own "taking care of the family" mode again, while he's trying to do his work, solve your life problems, and help you with homework, all at the same time.

And his reaction?

No.

Not again.

He just sends you a withering look, completely not taking it seriously

You hang out with his brothers, after all, you were probably just messing with him

Privately, it's a bit of a different story

Still doesn't take it seriously but will sigh lovingly instead, messing with your hair

"Yes yes, big brother is going to take care of this."

Cue you blushing like an idiot

Cue him going "💡"

Laughs softly at it. But I mean, honestly, you should have been just honest with your desires.

He's gonna make sure to fulfill them completely now, after all~

Gets "gentle dom" and "service dom" in big brother mode. Really likes to pat your head and give you forehead kisses. Being a big brother means taking care of someone to him after all.

"Oh, like that?"

"Does that feel good?"

"Don't move. You don't have to worry about anything… Your big brother is taking care of you…"

Mammon 💛

You just say it randomly, to tease him.

His reaction is a mix of embarrassment and a kind of strangely pleased reaction.

Because you're family. You said so! - is his first thought

But also embarrassing because gez, it's embarrassing okay!

You will have to lay it thick that it's a kink.

So you do - springing it on him during sex. A terrible idea, really. But you can turn it into a joke, he won't mind.

"W-What are you saying!" He stutters, he blushes, and huffs about it...

But his reaction... Is not bad. :>

He likes to be the "seduced" big bro. Really subby, "I can't give in to my desires!" type.

Naturally, it will make you bratty as hell, taking advantage.

Handcuffing him into the headboard with a giggle, climbing right into his lap, squirming your butt around, totally on purpose. With your shirt collar hanging open, and you will see his eyes flicker down, him blushing, trying to pretend like he didn't look at all.

"What's with ya, MC? Dumb prank, one Lucifer is enough, ya know? C'mon..."

But you will only grin, tilting your head teasingly.

"But don't you think I'm cute, big bro?"

He will only gulp in response.

Levi 🧡

He asked you to. It was a bad idea.

You were cosplaying a typical cutesy "little sibling", and you asked you to get in character... So you did... A little too well, shuffling your feet as if shy, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes and saying;

"Is this good, big bro?"

Oh no.

Hell no.

Levi snaps a quick photo and promptly runs the fuck away.

Because he popped the biggest boner in his life in promptly 0.3 seconds. Seriously, he almost got dizzy.

You get a "💡"

He's a damn filthy pervert so he likes all types of little sibling treatment from you - from a cold tsundere act, to a cute innocent cinnamon roll, to a teasing brat.

Which, naturally, produces a bit of different flavors from him.

He's probably the biggest, open perv with a tsundere-type lil sibling.

"Tch, stop drooling, it's disgusting." While you sit on his lap as you play video games, and can't stop sniffing your hair, and you can feel his erection pressing into your back, and he wasn't drooling but he sure as hell is now. Pressing himself closer, lifting you up a bit so e can thrust right against your ass, his body shivering.

The innocent act makes him feel like the biggest pervert though.

"Y-You shouldn't touch those places, big bro..." While he quite shamelessly gropes around your chest, his hands trailing through your stomach to massage the inside of your thighs, hips, fingers rubbing right against your front.

"D-Don't worry... I'm just measuring you... F-For cosplay, y-you know?" He says, flushed to high heavens, not even looking away from your body.

"Oh? Wanna see?~" You ask, grasping onto the hem of your maid dress that was certainly way too short, grinning at Levi, who spent the last fifteen minutes trying to not look at your legs, your revealed thighs... The absolute territory... And now this. "Then get on your knees, big bro~ And beg like a dog~!" You honestly expected more preamble but he looks at your face and just drops. It's a bit too heavy, and he's being a good boy so you decide not to tease him... Too much. Lifting up your maid skirt, high above your waistline, fully revealing your underwear, right in front of his face. "Fufu~~ Big bro is a dirty sibcon~~"

Asmo 🩷

He asked you to. It was a great idea.

Asmo really doesn't get to be the big bro a lot... Not in the official sense, his younger brothers rather mostly rather willing to swallow glass than be his cute little siblings.

So he gets an idea while painting your nails, gently blowing at the nail polish.

"Now you look like part of the family you know. So... How about you thank your new big brother for his hard work, okay hon?~"

He had his ideas before, little to no kinks he didn't want to try but...

When he feels lust waffling from you while you answer... Oooh, this was good.

He brings it up all the time, wanting to be called big brother, or even big sister, as long as it makes you squirm and flush and makes you so so adorable, he could eat you up!

Then one day, he catches you masturbating... And decides to be the right bastard about it. Because you didn't need to, or didn't tell him, so he has a right to tease you a bit!

He gently catches your hands while you stutter, heart beating like crazy with embarrassment, or because he startled you or because you were still so so turned on.

And you don't know what you expected... But he leans into your space, slides his own hand into your underwear, and... Oh.

"Big brother is going to teach you how to do it properly, okay?" He says, expertly playing with you with his delicate dexterous fingers. "Pay attention, silly... Or do you need him to make you feel good, hm? Because it doesn't feel that good when you do it alone?" He giggles. "Big bro is going to make you cum of his fingers everytime, if you only ask... Unless you need more?~"

Satan 💚

He does not hear that a lot... It's kind of amusing.

You say that while you two play with the cats. Because you notice how gentle and protective he is of them. And it just reminds you... So you put on a pair of cat ears, and decide to goof around a bit.

"Such a purrfect cat big brother, Satan. Pet me too, big bro~!"

He has to cover his face not to laugh, and he sighs but does reach out and runs his fingers through your hair, petting along your neck like you were truly a cute little kitty cat.

He doesn't really expect it but from that day on, he kind of enjoys having a needy cat "little sibling". Makes him more affectionate towards you, and if you had problems asking for affection before, well, this role strangely boosts your bravery.

The turn towards sexual happens accidentally, actually... He just starts cuddling up to you, touches turning more intimate when he notices... You wearing the "cat sibling" headband... He freezes for a moment, his face turning red... And makes a gamble.

"... Do you need big brother's affection here too?" He asks quietly, gently petting lower...

Beel 💙

It starts because talking with him and Belphie, observing their interaction, you decide - he's way more of a proper big brother, than most of his brothers are.

So before asking him for any little favor, you add on a little "big bro", to reference that conversation, turn the phase into your secret praise of his character.

He's... Honestly a bit confused but since he also knows the context, well, he can't say he dislikes it.

It becomes such a natural part of your relationship, it's honestly only a matter of time before it slips out in bed...

And it does.

He's giving you head, and fuck, it's Beel quality head, meaning - he has been sloppily, hungrily sucking and licking you for at least an hour now, with no signs of stopping. You don't know how many times you came already, but somehow you don't even feel too overstimulated yet. Just hot, panting, feeling almost like you were floating, completely lost in his warm, wet, mouth.

"Ah... Feels good, big bro..." You mutter, not even aware of what you're saying... And his gaze snaps to your face, half-lidded eyes, look intense...

And he shudders. Grabs onto your thighs to bring you even closer, make you cum even more-

You're almost completely out of it before he's done... But you make sure to whisper and moan your private little praise for him all through.

Belphie 💜

You kind of call him this one out of the blue. Just realizing that he's the youngest one, that it's probably a foreign concept to him... So you say, half to yourself, half to him, not even respect him to react;

"Big bro Belphie."

And he just stops. And looks.

He did not hear that one for a long time

It takes him completely off guard, but it's not entirely, not really negative... Lilith didn't call him "big bro" a lot but still...

He laughs it off, and proceeds to turn goblin mode to tease you about it.

"Big bro Belphie... Is that what you want to call me now, MC?"

Cue your embarrassed "No!"

He laughs... And proceeds to remember it forever, using it against you when you two are alone.

Seriously, you can be studying in the public library, in a group with Satan and Mammon, and the moment they start doing a ruckus, Belpie will lean in close, just to whisper in your ear;

"Need your big bro to help you with that?~"

And just smirk smugly, like a cat that got its cream, when they turn around to find you red in the face and speechless.

He really likes you embarrassed like that.

And you just gave him new material.

Really, that was the fuel but you light the match - because he gets whiny, and complains in the mornings so you just say:

"If you want to be a big brother so much, then start acting like it." Grumpily.

Ah, so that's how you two were going to play?

"Well, big brother missed you in his dreams, so how about you give him a little initiative to get up?"

Aaaand you blush. But do give him a kiss. And then another and another when he asks.

Hm... Interesting.

He starts really liking it when you call him that. He's not sure why but it makes him feel all... Fluffy. And protective.

Then one day you wake up to the feel of his hands creeping up under your shirt slowly, massaging your nipples with a gentle caress before drifting down, along your hips, the elastic of your pajama pants, and...

"Belphie..." You whisper, and he lets out a small noise, pressing himself flush to your body, not letting you turn around, hot breath against the nape of your neck.

"... Big bro was having really dirty dreams about you, MC." He says, his voice slightly shaky, and he expects you to get annoyed to tell him to stop... But you don't. You freeze, and get red in the face, and he can feel your legs squeezing together. It makes him huff a quiet laugh in response. "So just let him touch you a bit, okay? Not gonna do more, promise..."

He will mutter and fuck, the hotness down in your belly is so intense you already feel like panting.

So you... You play along. With high, whining voice, both embarrassed and strangely... Tiltilated.

"Y-You can't touch me like this, it's not right..."

You can feel him shiver in response, his hips sifting almost against his will, pressing his erection into your thighs...

"Shh, it's okay... Big bro is just making himself feel good. You feel good too, right? Then rhere's nothing wrong about this..."

You put on the whining protests all the way through, despite your hips eagerly pressing back into him, body arching into his touch.

And he keeps with his reassurances, promising he won't do more, just let him touch you a bit... Just give him a kiss, and he will be satisfied. No, a proper one, be a good little sibling, and open your mouth...

He will just take off your pants okay? Just the pants? So you two can touch more, it's more comfortable anyway...

All the way until he's sliding into you, and your eyes roll back, and you swear you almost cum on the spot, body shaking, and reaching back to grasp onto his body, to pull him closer, unable to say anything, letting out quiet panting sobs of pleasure.

"It's gonna be our little secret, okay sib? It's okay, it's okay, we're just feeling good together... I'm gonna pull out, there's nothing to worry about..."

He doesn't, making sure to press himself all the way inside as he fills you up, warmth spreading inside, making you tremble...

You kind of... Fully come around after that.

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radioapplerevue · 13 days

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you have to be stupid to have a radioapple blog. it's like you didn't watch the show at all. they hate each other and alastor's aroace btw. lucifer's married! it's never gonna be canon. you're going to feel so dumb when s2 comes out

Friend. Friend, let me take your hand. Here, sit down. Are you feeling all right? Would you like some tea? I'm not sure why you are spending time on a blog for something you so clearly hate. There has to be things you can do that are more fun, surely.

I do have to say though, that it's a little funny that you seem to think that people can't ship things if they aren't canon -- as though the backbone of many fandoms going way back isn't non-canon ships. I'm pushing forty, okay. I'm far too old and tired to deal with younger fans and their fandom politics. As far as I'm concerned, fandom is for doing whatever is the most fun for you. If you only want what's in the canon, then just watch the show! But for me, fandom is for exploring, theorizing, connecting, creating.

Fandom, for me, considers the "he would never say/do that" statement less important than "okay, but what if he did say/do that. What would that look like, what would that change, where would the story go from there." That's what is so fascinating to me! I have plenty of canon ships, but I also have many non-canon ships, and I have to say, I tend to find more absolutely incredible fanfics for non-canon ships, because the author really has to put in the effort to make it work. And when they do, the payoff feels so damn good.

I've already explained why I ship these two on this blog before. But to make a long story short: I find their dynamic to have a lot of potential, and I badly want to see where that potential might go. Two powerful, messed up (in different ways) people learning to work with each other, respect each other, and perhaps even care about each other is so delicious. The show won't give me that. At most it might give me them becoming begrudging friends (my biggest wish for them from the show is that they fight together at some point, because that would be goooood), but I don't expect it. I have never seen anyone say that it's going to be canon, so I'm not sure where you're getting that from.

And I don't need it to be! No ship needs to be canon to be enjoyed. I feel fortunate enough that this is a big enough fandom and a big enough ship that I have a veritable buffet of great fanwork to enjoy. I'm used to smaller fandoms, so it's a treat. And as an aroace person, I really love seeing the flavors of ace that people work with in their fics/art. I haven't seen so much of that in a fandom before, and it's really fun. The different approaches they take regarding Alastor's unconventional sexuality, because we don't know where he falls on the spectrum -- and even if we did, it's fine to do what one wants to tell the story you want to tell. If I don't like it, I don't have to read it. This is a sandbox, and everyone can play with the toys whichever way makes them happy.

This was longer than the ask (if it can be called that) probably merits, but you can't gotcha me. I know why I'm here, and it's to have fun with these two absolute fucking disasters.

#.asks #radioapple

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Y'know that phrase "Eat the rich"? Well the brother(minus Mammon), the new dateables, and Luke would all be considered rich in a way. So what if they heard the MC talking to a friend and they said it. Who would get it 'n take it as a joke then who wouldn't, and how would they react towards it?

This is probably one of the dumbest asks I've done, so feel free to ignore this lol

Ahahha this is not dumb at all, honey! This is something I'd definitely love to read and laugh at.

Thank you so much for this. Hope I can do this justice :) This is a bit shorter than I usually write I'm so sorry

(And for all of you other lovely people who have also requested, please forgive me for the delays. My college is freaking BOMBARDING me with assignments! So please be patient with me

>\\\<)

MC: *over phone* They did what?!

Friend: Yes I kid you not, they raised the prices again!

MC: As if the taxes weren't high enough already?!

Friend: I know right?! Like we won't be able to eat fast food either!!

MC: *screaming* Oh hell no. If they don't let us eat what we want, we'll freaking eat them. Eat the damn rich!

Meanwhile, the rest of the group overhearing from the next room...

Lucifer

What in Diavolo's name was that?

What do you mean by that?

MC what is the meaning of this?

You aren't supposed to eat people just because they are rich MC that's not proper

4 hour lecture if you don't explain it to him immediately.

Mammon

Goldie? Who is she? I don't know her!

MC I lost the last bet I swear I'm completely broke right now MC

Will you accept Grimm instead? Wait I have none

Wait doesn't that mean he's safe?

Yaay I'm not rich! Wait..that's not something to brag about

Help the confused boy out

Leviathan

Lol MC eats rich people?

Wait is he considered rich?

*looks around at all his expensive merchandise nervously* Uhhh MC ... don't get the wrong idea...

Oh no.. isn't snake meat a delicacy in the human world?

Reassure the poor snek boi that you won't eat him else he might summon Lotan

Satan

Laughs at his brother's reactions

Don't worry MC I've read this phrase in books

Tell my brothers? Why ? This is so much fun

Just look at Lucifer's horrified face

Well done MC

Mischievous catboi is enjoying this way too much

Asmodeus

Eek MC eats other other humans? Just cause they are rich?

That doesn't pretty at all MC. And neither healthy

Why not just take their stuff and leave?

Wait are you planning to eat him too? This is completely different from what he imagined!

Someone calm this boy down before his skin breaks out

Beelzebub

Eat? Eat what? The rich?

Is that some kinda salami snack flavored dish? He wants to try it too!

Wait what do you mean it's other humans? Humans eat each other?

Wait he did try to eat Asmo once accidentally cause he smelled like strawberries and cream (blame the perfume)

Sweet baby boy don't let him normalize this!

Belphegor

I knew humans were evil in the head but to this extent-

Eating their own kind? Well that makes his job easier then

He didn't even need to try and destroy humanity, they are doing it to themselves

Just gotta make sure MC doesn't get eaten

Will probably whine in disappointment when you tell him

Solomon

Ah money issues in the human world again?

Humans and their unstable economy what a bother

Also laughs at everyone's reaction

Fuels the chaos. Yes it's true, he once ate a whole merchant because he refused to lower the price on some magical stones

Winks at you as you shake your head in annoyance

Damnit MCShady you're making it worse!

Barbatos

Also secretly well versed in human knowledge

Secretly chuckles at everyone's reaction

Eating another human? My my it would take a long time to get the whole thing marinated and cooked-

Whispers to Diavolo what it actually means

Barbatos now is not the time is to be cheeky!

Diavolo

Confused on the outside, panicking on the inside

Is this something that humans do?

He's basically the richest guy in Devildom, is MC going to want to eat him? Surely not?!

What about Solomon? How rich is he?

If humans eat other humans, it was a good idea to put them in different houses!

Barbatos, calm the frazzled Prince of Hell down

Luke

Hides behind Simeon in horror

M-MC EATS PEOPLE? JUST CAUSE THEY ARE RICH?

Simeon are we rich? Are we going to be eaten too?

Humans can't eat angels can't they?!

I thought MC was sweet and harmless!

He's on the verge of tears, hurry up and tell him!

Simeon

Oh no what are they overpricing this time MC?

Humans and their constant inflation, it never ends does it? No wonder you resent the rich

Covers his mouth to hide his laughter at everyone's reaction

Luke, you don't need to hide behind me like this

Godamnit Simeon, help your son!

#obey me ask #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Beel #obey me Belphie #obey me Solomon #obey me Barbatos #obey me Diavolo #obey me Simeon #obey me Luke

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obae-me · 4 years

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hi!! may i please request nsfw headcanons of the brothers (+ Diavolo and Barbatos, if you can) with an MC with a pastel aesthetic who usually wears skirts and thigh highs who loves plushies and is a brat in bed??

This is my first time writing NFSW headcanons so I hope you like them! 💜

NSFW Below The Line, Please note that even if these are suggestive I always write with equal consent in mind.

Lucifer

Oh no. When they came down from the human world in light pink clothes, looking innocent and naive, he knew he was going to have his hands full. Their stark contrast against the Devildom’s bold dark colors was just screaming for some lower demon to take them.

The more he got to know them, the more MC drove him wild, but in a good way. They pushed his buttons in all the right places, puffing up his pride and then tearing it down in a tease.

Whenever they wore thigh highs, which was often, he would get distracted, wondering what those thighs would look like tied up in his many ropes or ribbons.

When they finally got to bed together, their behavior was even worse.

“Is this all the Demon of Pride can do?”

They were a brat, and he needed to put them in their place. If they were going to act like a child, they would be punished like one.

He wouldn’t stop till they were obedient. Till the mouth that would dare mock him was singing his praises. Till they knew who to obey. And he wouldn’t give them any pleasure till they begged for it.

Mammon

Their bright and soft aesthetic reminded him of a child, and the last thing he wanted to do was be a human’s babysitter. However he would never have guessed how deep MC would have him wrapped around their finger.

He’d end up giving them anything they wanted to keep them happy. MC would abuse this just a bit. If he was going to be their sugar daddy without knowing it, they wouldn’t refuse. He’d pamper them with clothes, cute gifts, plushies, all because he couldn’t resist how they looked when they pouted their lips and asked him for it.

They teased him though, god, how they teased him. Not only how they looked but how they acted, especially with demons other than him. But push Mammon too far and he can be even more possessive than Lucifer. He’s the Demon of Greed, and if he wants something, he’ll take it by any means necessary.

If they’re already in bed with him, kissing and teasing, but being a brat? Denying him what he wants with a smile and a roll of the eyes and watching him get flustered over it? That’ll drive him wild. He’ll growl in their ears and take what’s his. Making sure to mark them in several places so everybody can know who MC belongs to.

Levi

They remind him of a kawaii anime character. He’ll fall in love with them immediately. None of the demons around here ever looked like that. Even the school uniforms RAD had were always dark and mature. He could barely look at them without blushing.

MC knew this and lived off it. They’d purposely get close to him, grabbing his arm and pushing their chest close against it. Wearing extra short skirts just to expose just enough skin to make him all red in the face. He’s a shy baby most of the time, until the demon comes out of him.

They would dare question his otaku reputation? They would dare talk about being with someone else just to make him jealous? They would dare snatching one of his prized figurines to hide it behind their back?

“If you want this back, you’ll have to go through me~”

He’s played so many dating games that he knows the only way they’ll be satisfied is through force. He’ll play them like a game and make sure he wins. With his fingers in all the right places till MC finally ends up the one red and flustered.

Satan

He couldn’t care less how MC decided to dress. Aside from a cultural perspective, fashion was never important to him, what someone looked like was insignificant next to how much they knew.

MC knew this and so they would act dumb around him, but for the life of him he couldn’t discover as to why. They did just fine in their studies, and surely they couldn’t be as dumb as they pretended to be.

Until they got a little more familiar, and MC would do things to him and act stupid as an excuse to get away with it. Surely they knew how he felt when they rubbed against him in sensitive areas. About how he felt being compared to Lucifer. Were they insulting him? Insulting his intelligence? Nothing made him angrier.

“But how am I supposed to know unless you teach me?”

Oh Satan would teach them a lesson alright. Class was about to be in session. They would know how to behave around him. They would be taught how to act if they wanted for him to please them so badly. If MC knew what they were doing, they would have to be prepared for his wrath to be unleashed so well bad they’d not be able to walk to school tomorrow.

Asmo

MC is so cute he can’t stand it. They’re both pink and bright and beautiful. The Devildom is so bland and drab, meaning MC is such a breath of fresh air. He knows all sorts of outfits that would look amazing on them.

Ooh, they’re going to be bratty? How cute, he can be bratty too, so who would win in the end? Anything MC said to him he just found endearing. He’s been in bed with everyone, honey, he knows how to handle them.

Ah but what he wasn’t expecting was for them to cut them off completely. To shun them and act like he doesn’t exist, on purpose. He had enjoyed the bratty game, because it was some form of attention, but now they’re not even giving him any of it? The shining Demon of Lust has to be the center of all their attention.

That outfit MC was wearing wasn’t cutting it. He’ll tear it off and give them something...better to wear. He has a separate closet full of clothes he wants to see MC in. Especially if it makes them turn that bratty attitude shy.

He’ll make sure they don’t forget him or ignore him again. He’ll have them memorize every inch of his body and sear it into their mind. He’ll have his moans be the only thing they hear all night. Ensuring it’s impossible to ignore him. He wants MC to know his body better than their own.

Beel

MC reminds him of something sweet like a marshmallow, he has to be held back not to eat them right off the bat. He only just needs to be patient...

He doesn’t really pick up on the behavior at first. They want something to eat? He’ll get it for them. If they throw a little tantrum if the food is wrong, they can have his, he’ll eat anything. He’s more of a protector, not a punisher, and so he doesn’t quite get why MC keeps acting like this around him.

So MC had to step up their game, and decided to eat the last of his special ice cream. When he found out, he was furious. MC knew it was his, and it was a limited flavor that won’t be back for another century.

“What’re you going to do about it?”

If they ate his ice cream, he was going to have to eat something else. He’d just have to have MC as the appetizer, main course and dessert. He’ll take their clothes off with just his teeth. Leave them with faint bite marks as he nibbles on them. He’ll finally get to taste them through thoroughly, feasting off of them until he’s full.

Belphie

MC looked soft, like a pillow or a colorful cloud during sunsets he remembers seeing in the human realm. Even just looking at them made him sleepy.

He’s Sloth, he doesn’t have the time or the energy to deal with MC’s taunts or advances. It exhausts him, and he’ll just sleep it off.

Or that’s what he’d like to do if MC would let him sleep. They’ll talk about anything to keep him awake. They’ll shake him. Bother him. Rattle him up. Even go so far as to sit on him and straddle his body, refusing to let him get rest. He gets cranky when he’s tired.

If that’s how they wanted it...he’ll stay awake, just to pin them to the bed. He’ll make sure MC’s noises are muffled by his pillow so they’re not too loud. He won’t stop until they’re so exhausted they’ll have no choice but to fall fast asleep, with him doing even more to them in their dreams. That night MC will be his pillow.

Diavolo

He liked how MC looked. It was different. It was human. He couldn’t get enough of amazing little humans. He especially was fond the way MC seemed to forget the fact he was a ruler. A Demon ruler. The brothers that MC had gotten to know so well were fallen, yes, but were angels originally. They weren’t Hell Breed demons. So no one had ever treated him the way MC did, and it drove Lucifer up the wall which he found so much more entertaining.

MC was trying so hard to get him riled up, but he’s been alive for ages, he’s had demons of all sorts out to get him mad, to lose his composure. To ruin his image. It wasn’t going to happen, adorable human, try as they so desperately may. He’d let them think it was working, just to humor them.

He thought it was so refreshing to be teased instead of worshiped for once. He wants to see how far they’re willing to go. How far they’re willing to push their luck. He’ll treat their boldness with rewards, but he also has an image to maintain, so there’s no way MC is getting out of this without ending up on their knees. He’ll just postpone it as long as he’s able.

He’ll have them discover how much power he has, how much people fear him, how much special treatment he’s given them thus far. They’ve never seen a demon like this before. His very presence emanates superiority. At the end of the day he’ll find out how much more satisfying it is to have MC at his feet than anyone else.

Barbatos

Barbados is Diavolo’s source of information. None other than him could be the one to directly serve the Lord himself. He knows everything about MC. Everything. Every MC from every timeline and possible outcome. Which means that the fact that this MC was here like this says he chose them. He chose to be here in this present with this MC.

He’s the most composed demon in the Devildom, even surpassing Lucifer and Diavolo himself. No one will ever know if they’ve pissed him off, his expression is unchanging and they’ll find themselves along the branch of time where they die their worst death.

So the fact that MC was purposefully trying to frustrate him up was amusing. Of course he’d never do anything to harm them since they were important to Diavolo and the program, and he was quite fond of them.

He’d show them possible bedroom events they could have together, but would never give them any until they asked for it. He was still a gentleman and a butler, and so he wouldn’t do anything until someone told him to. He’d be pleased watching MC spend ages trying to pry him out of his cool-headed nature so he could do as he would with them. But eventually they would succumb against his unwavering gaze and beg for Barbados to fulfill some of those futures that he taunted them with.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me smut

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normieexclusive · 4 years

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How My MC wins the boys over:

Ah, um, this really went off from the original story line. This was also supposed to be a short simple thing but then I started thinking and two hours later Im left with a bunch of messy notes and thoughts

The first to fall victim is:

Mammon turns out to be easy, literally MC just shows him an ounce of kindness and he takes it and runs.

Unconsciously MC gets much softer around him then the others (A combination of total trust in him and wanting to show how much love he deserves despite his brothers treating him harshly)

hes the one that gets the most kisses, the most hugs, and its great for them at first because they get to make fun of the dumb ass second born getting doted on but some silly little human and (while denying it constantly) loving it.

But then the others start to actually like MC and Mammon can nearly feel the six pairs of eyes glaring him down as his Human showers him with all the affection before going about their day.

(There’s one moment where, while Mammons sitting on the floor and MC is on the bed and he's making fun of one of his brothers that MC just grabs him by the back of his shirt collar- with only a finger- pulls him in between her legs (So his back is to her) and gives him a kiss on the top of his head as she coos "Mammon, be nice to your brothers" and he shuts down for the rest of the day)

Second, but the bestest of friends!:

With Levi its by being a grade A nerd and overthinking.

She reads all of TSL for their big quiz, and watches the movies with Beel and mammon, but on top of that the nerd goes back to the books and starts to annotate everything.

She starts digging for any bit of subtext she can find and jotting down notes in the margins, in her notebook, on sticky notes.

It becomes enough of an issue that she has to buy a new set because the first (Old and used) ones she got off of akuzon are ruined with her messy scrawling.

During the quiz they are evenly matched (if only because shes given such easy questions. Shes pissed but at the same time oh gosh she is really not up to Levis level) and somewhere along the way she just... Goes off about this theory of hers and reading the subtext because she needs to get this out and it seems like Levis the only one that can really keep up with her

(She tried to talk to Mammon and Beel but, honestly, they're as helpful as you'd think)

She forgets about the whole quiz and yanks out her vandalized book in order to debate with Levi about a part. Levi is horrified at the state of her TSL book and nearly goes apeshit right there, but then she shows just how much of a nerd she truly is by showing him the much nicer version she brought along

("And its even signed! Can you believe that! I didn't order a signed one cause they were too expensive but somehow the boxes must have gotten switched up! Ah! Levi! You have a shrine in you're room for them right! You should have these copies, I think you'll take more care of them then I can!")

Whenever they have a conversation its gibberish to everyone around them but they get it and that’s what matters.

(They spend nights just in his room and no one knows what they're doing so they assume the worst. The others always send Levi dirty looks when it happens, and Levi always looks a little more refreshed after every one.

They're having anime/gaming/TSL marathons but Levi lives for the jealousy that rolls off his brothers so hes not telling them anytime soon)

Somewhere starting after her pact with Levi and after the Lucifer/Satan Body switch:

The whole fiasco with Levi actually leads to Satan warming up to her!

He had initially brushed her off as a soon to be Lucifer Lapdog (and also kind of dumb) but now he's interested.

Someone whos capable of dissecting a book like that has to at least have some ability to reason, he just cant figure out if that moment was a fluke or if shes actually smart.

He refuses to start a conversation with her like a normal person and instead resorts to pranking her at every opportunity hoping to see if she’ll think her way out of it (He does leave some hints for when ones about to happen, but gets frustrated when she walks right past them)

It backfires on him tremendously because, somehow, they never seem to work! it goes to the point where it becomes rube goldberg levels of pranks that are always almost-but-not-quite misses because she bent down at just the right time to pick up a shiny rock.

Satan is at his wits end and ready to rip someone apart

his pranks start to extend to the others, it’s only after mammon mentions such that it finally clicks in her...

That same day she willingly walks into a pie in the face and Satan nearly cries.

After he starts to rile her up more often with words. He learns very quickly that she is a fantastic debate partner and, if he can find the right button to push, he’ll get her going for hours as they go back and forth

(And!! Even better!! Not only does she listen to everything he says and waits her turn! But Shes willing to change her opinion when she thinks he has a better point. When she loses She’ll come back hours later to drag more information out of him.

That’s usually not the case though, because Satan finds way too much enjoyment out of playing devils advocate and will simply choose whatever is opposition her POV.

He tried to argue about how she couldn't possibly like a flavor of candy she was eating because he didn't like it and nearly gave her an aneurysm)

(To his complete embarrassment, though, he has gotten hard during one of their debates and nearly lost because she looked fucking amazing as she shouted at him)

A bond that starts right at their first meeting and grows throughout her entire time there:

Beel is scary at first, and Lucifer- for some forsaken reason- made it her job to make sure Beel doesn't clean out the fridge every single day.

Shes scared of the man that seemed more then willing to eat her, but shes more scared of whatever punishment Lucifer would deal if she didn't at least try.

So she goes

It only takes her one run in with Beel and his puppy dog eyes (Because how could she just stop him like that!! How awful of her!!) for her to figure out that

A: this man is harmless and...

B:she knows what hunger pains feel like and the guilt wells up

Still she knows she can let him go so she spends her grimm allowance on buying ingredients to cook with and makes him huge meals as "offerings"

It doesn't always stop him from eating half the fridge, but sometimes it seems like he's willing to actually savor what she makes.

It gives her enough time to save the ingredients for dinner that night. (and If Beel sometimes wanders over to the kitchen while shes watching so shell make something for him, well there’s no harm done

The bastard pavlov dogged her and shes none the wiser)

Slow and steady, the pieces fall into place naturally:

Asmo turns out to be another easy one, to her shock.

Even with MCs jealousy over how stunning Amso looks and how easy it is for him... they just seem to drift to each other

Starts with a comment on Asmos sharp eyeliner one day, and Asmo asking MC what shampoo she uses.

Then the next day the same brand shampoo (And conditioner) will be left outside his door. And after MC will walk into the bathroom first thing in the morning only to wonder whom the fuck applied eyeliner to her in her sleep

It starts with days where they greet each other in the morning, to Stopping to chat for a few moments before heading on with their morning routine, to them walking down together, to Asmo fussing over her disheveled look after just waking up ‘-seriously Asmo not everyone can just roll out of bed like some Demons and look stunning’ - to ‘MC move over a scooch I need more room’ ‘Asmodeus this is my bed’ ‘Well how are we both supposed to fit when its so small!’, to weekly spa days and Gossiping about the others.

Its such an smooth transition that they both feel like it had always been as it was- two friends whispering secrets to each other late at night, pinky promises made over arbitrary things, laying so close that they can feel the others breathing. If maybe he leaned in a little closer they would--

--Oh... She fell asleep again.

And he curls up next to her, blanket wrapped around both of them (That is, until Asmo hogs it later) and sleeps peacefully

A build up of trust, and a moment of venerability that finally knocks down his walls:

Swallows her pride for Lucifer

Its hard to explain in words for her, but she tells him of her family.

A family that is good but dosnt care, that used to leave her alone for hours on end when she was far too young. She says it with a smile too, admits that it helped her become as independent as she was, that she could cook for herself before she was 10.

She tells him of her younger brother. Someone she tried her best to love as much as she could only for him to, one day, just stop talking to her. Years trying to build back an abruptly cut connection only for him to snap one day and change his tune to something much worse. A family that watched as he screamed at her, berated her and never did anything. How she still stood tall, how she swallowed back every tear and tried to talk to him with a steady voice- only for him to become angrier.

How, when he did try to snap at other members, she was always there to stand between them. How she was the one to chase him off or take the yelling despite her family never doing the same for her. How she was the stable rock of the family where no one was for her.

Physical violence was only once, but it was enough for her to know things would never change.

She was like him in a way, same but different.

and She cant bear to see the same thing happen to him.

She wants to help, she knows shes just a little, useless human but please she needs to help. She cant bare leaving another broken family behind without helping. Her life had been stagnate before them, unbearably lonely, and she just wants them to be happy, even if that means without her

even if it means she has to shove her nose where it doesn't belong

So... please... Please... Talk to Belphie. Please. He said he just wants to tal--

(She had earned Lucifer's respect not too long ago, and - to everyone's shock- the revel of what she came upon does not bring upon Lucifer's fury. Instead, he feels a deep understanding that he’ll never say aloud

Shes still going to get lectured, though. But he is too.)

It takes time:

Spends what probably amounted to most of her time in Devildom with that little fu--

(No, No. Belphie needs help, she needs to reel it in for now.)

She gets what it means to be lonely. Despite her distrust of the man who caged up in a place where the bad people are, you know, supposed to be caged up and tutored feels like she needs to do something- if only to make sure he doesn't lose his mind from the isolation.

(Rethinks a lot of her life and how she spent just hiding away from everything. How she would lock her door and never come out unless the sounds of another fight reached her. Thought about how it probably messed her up more then shes willing to admit and refuses to let the same thing happen to him

Oh sweet summer child)

Less trusting of him when its reviled that hes the seventh born, but more willing to help. If only for Beels sake

Brings stuff up to his room, a toy, a fluffy blanket, food that she snagged last minute. He complains hes cold one day and she yanks off her own sweater for him

(It all gets flushed down the toilet when she leaves, he scrubs his skin raw thinking about how his room smells disgustingly like that fucking human now)

And then, one day, it just... changes:

A human stands between him and the fucker that locked him up in there, his brothers that never knew he was there. All of them watching him with such pity in their eyes and he didnt want it- he didnt want their p-

The door was unlocked.

He was free.

Just like that.

it made no sense. He learns that they-- She-- spent hours dancing around Diavolo, deals were made. A room where it was just her and The Prince of Hell, promises not even Lucifer knew (And some part of Belphie relished in the fact that it was eating away at the fucker)

("All those hours shouting at each other paid off” She looks to Satan with a smile. A joke he was not privy to. Lucifer huffed but said nothing.

How much had changed since he was locked up?)

A slow, downward spiral

They're never alone, someone is always with her or with him (Beel sticks to his side like glue. after so long he finally gets to sleep next to his brother again)

He finds food in the fridge with the words “For Beel <3″ in this awful chicken scratch handwriting. Mammon’s screaming interrupts his naps one day and he wakes up to see her smothering the second born in kisses. Her shouting wakes him up as her and Satan pass, her voice becoming high pitched as they argue about... the number of toes humans are supposed to have???? (she sits down next to him and rips off her shoes in a fit of rage, demanding that Belphie count with her because what the fuck-

Satan sneers at her feet and tells the only actual toes are her two big ones, the rest are just digits.)

There’s traces of her everywhere. Layers of clothing haphazardly thrown about after a day at RAD and then neatly placed away. A mention of her name at the dinner table before shes there. Not even his and beels room is safe from her- he can smell her scent on Beels pillow. Faint, but a awful reminder of the human down the hall.

He hates it, he wants to throw it all away. He wants to erase her memory from his home, he wants to ripe her apa--

A blanket is draped over him one day, and he cant bring himself to open his eyes to see who did it...

She talks to him, Or more like at him. The longer he stays freed the harder is it to hide his distaste towards Humanity and- especially- to her. He thinks shes dense, because he knows his brothers sense there’s something wrong (Levis tail wraps around her when hes too close, Lucifer stands between them, Amso pulls her by the waist. Close to him, further from belphie) But she doesn't. She pushes closer. She asks him questions.

She never touches him, one small blessing in Hell.

Beel believes him when he bashfully admits one night that he may start to enjoy his time spent with human. And for a moment he feels guilty about the lie but its all for a greater goal

When its just the three of them, Beel leaves for a moment too long. To get snacks, to grab something from another room, it doesn't matter. This was the moment he waited for.

She smiles at him, all kind and gentle (And the words that leave her lips are unheard through the blood rushing through his ears) and leans forward

He puts his hands around her neck

She goes limp.

He-

He needed to-

He couldn’t squeeze.

Beel comes back with the biggest grin on his face, arms full of snacks (”Here MC I got your favorite”) He sits on the opposite side of Belphie, leaning into him with enough weight that his own shoulder presses against MCs, mushing her against the wall.

Despite her smile he can feel her shaking.

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Asmo, Beel, and Belphie React to Non-Virgin S/O

anon: to add onto that brothers reacting to a non virgin S/O, what about Asmo, Beel and Belphie???

Hey anon! I kinda struggled with this since I summed up my opinion on all the brothers in a previous ask that asked for my general opinion, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Asmodeus

Of all the demons in Devildom, Asmo is the LEAST likely to care whether his S/O is a virgin or not. He’s slept with so many different types of people and demons (honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he seduced an angel as well).

However, when he does find out that his lover has experience, he can’t contain his excitement. It seems that his sweetheart has a naughty side, which he loves. Besides, his curiosity is brimming to the top. How did it go? What did the other person look like? What exactly did they do?

As his S/O talks, Asmo takes mental notes of the topics that make them blush or stutter (well, more than the mess that they’ve already become). After all, he can put that knowledge to good use when they’ve got the time.

You might be wondering, wouldn’t Asmo get jealous? My answer to that is not really. Similar to Lucifer, Asmo knows that no human can compare to him (especially when it comes to sex). After all, he’s the Avatar of Lust. His touch brings a type of pleasure that no one else can compete with.

However, he’s more than willing to remind (and show) his S/O just how perfect his skills are (especially compared to their previous lovers). When he’s in that mood, his lover better be prepared for a long night.

Even though his S/O has experience, there’s a lot they can learn. Asmo will have them go through practice rounds before hitting the real deal. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with some practice right? After all, practice makes perfect.

Asmo would do an amazing job at helping his S/O becoming more comfortable about their sexual history. There’s no reason that one should feel ashamed of their past experiences, especially when they’re just so good-looking. He’ll constantly hype them up about their sex appeal, claiming that it’s impossible for someone so gorgeous to still be a virgin.

Beelzebub

The only time you’ll ever see Beel angry is when someone messes with his food or his loved ones. Since his lover’s virginity doesn’t fall in either category, it’s not a big deal to him. Why does it matter who they slept with in the past? That was their choice, so he has no issues with with it.

Honestly, he’s never given much thought to it. He loves his S/O for all their amazing personalities and qualities, so that’s all he’s ever thought about (not to mention that they’re amazing in bed). All the other details don’t really matter to him.

He is rather confused as to why his S/O is so insistent on keeping their history a secret. In Devildom, most demons openly talk about these things (with no filtering or censoring) so he doesn’t understand why humans much such a big deal out of not being a virgin.

If his S/O is still feeling worried or ashamed (since they come from a society that shames people who aren’t virgins), he’ll give a small smile and assure them that he really doesn’t mind. To prove his point, Beel will offer them his favorite custard. Now they have no reason so feel worried anymore.

However, it is slightly embarrassing to think about his lover in such a risque manner when they aren’t participating in such proactive activities. He can’t help but blush just a little when realizing that his S/O knows exactly what they’re doing in bed.

Although he never mentions it, they don’t really taste any different either. His lover still has that sweet flavor that he can’t find elsewhere (and whether they’re a virgin has no affect on it-- but a good hygiene/diet does!)

Belphegor

Belphie will make it a point to remind his lover that he lives with the Avatar of Lust. Not to mention, the other brothers have been around for a long time. They’re demons after all; not the purest creatures of the bunch. Do you really think that this stuff matters to him?

If his lover is embarrassed by their history, he’ll take them in his arms and have them lie down on his bed. Nothing frisky or anything, just a nice cuddle session to show that he isn’t bothered by the concept at all. Maybe they should take a nap to clear their head (hopefully they’ll feel better when they wake up).

However, if his S/O is more flamboyant and confident about it, he’ll be rather surprised. From what he remembered about humans, they generally looked down on pre-martial sex (that’s why Asmo was in Devildom). How did his lover muster the courage to be confident about it? The rebellious mindset that they have is amusing and kind of a turn-on.

Regardless, he is willing to defend his S/O when the other brothers (especially Asmo) press them about the topic. If his S/O shows any signs of discomfort while the others pester them, he’s more than ready to attack. If they don’t feel like talking about it, then no one else should bother them about it. If his brothers don’t understand that, then he’ll make sure that they do.

Now that he knows that his S/O isn’t a virgin, their intimate time together hits a lot differently. He feels kind of dumb for not seeing it before, especially since his lover it quite good at what they’re doing. They’re a lot more confident and have a better grasp on everything, which makes the experience ten times more enjoyable.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me beel #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus

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Obey me headcanon for ranking

I'm also going to try to make sense of their ranking system (they are in order from most to least powerful) please bear with me it's my first list of headcanon

Lucifer

•He is ranked first among his brothers no big surprise I believe he is resistant to many temptations and charms his brothers could pull since he is pride. there is no way he would behave so uncouth

• he is strong physically HE WAS ABLE TO THROW A PILLOW THROUGH A MATTRESS. Not to mention he has gone to to toe with beel and managed to harm him

•Totally has some serious demon magic he was able to make a curse that trapped belphie in the attic (even though it broke) when he put the curse on his door for the retreat it wasnt a big deal for him to have some kind of portal/teleport curse that was so subtle everyone thought they had the wrong room

Mammon

•ranked number 2 every other demon who is ranked below mammon (except for maybe wrath) deals with a want or desire that can be met with a bribe

•Mammon is fast Leviathan mentioned before that mammon is faster than him. To strike first and often and dodging is probably Mamon's simple yet effective strategy

•he probably has good instincts and is creative being dumb and being able to react quickly are two different things mammon may seems like an idiot is the only one who regularly has a plan (although not always a good one) for whatever disaster he is currently in

Leviathan

•ranked 3rd pretty impressive don'tcha think? Being the avatar of envy levi would probably look for weakness in others to exploit Lucifer doesnt have many weaknesses Levi could exploit and mammon is just too good at wiggling out of them

•scheming it is possible that Levi thinks of ways to beat his brother frequently. Getting satan into a frenzy so he cant concentrate on any serious spells, or waiting till beel gets too hungry to fight could be a great strategy

•probably a more magic focused combatant Leviathan isnt physically strong but probably makes up for it in magic. He is smart and would have the mental capacity to remember incantations

Satan

•Ranked 4 mostly due to the power his rage gives him. It may cloud his sharp mind but you still dont wanna be in the way

•strategist if he is level headed at the moment you best believe he is thinking of a way to take you down effectively and efficiently. He may even throw a few humiliating curses in the mix for flavor

•The price of salt getting raged up can remove any restraint he may have and cause him to make reckless and dangerous decisions. I see him more of a magic based fight but I bet if he got mad enough he would probably try to run up and punch them which could be bad if his opponent is physically strong.

Asmodius

•ranked 5th I believe asmo is not a straightforward fighter. I feel like he would uses charms to make his opponent simply give up or no longer wish to fight

•this is a problem charms wear off some things are not affected and it takes a power boost for him to seduce raging monsters. Sure it will help him deal with 99.99% of other humanoids but if your ideal date isnt one then it can be tricky for him

•not helping if the goal is to destroy something he couldn't really do it. He isnt physically strong and I assume he wouldn't know alot of spells that would cause damage

Beelzebub

•ranked 6th kinda low despite that he is one of the few demons known for being ripped. I believe it's because Beel doesnt like to fight or do any harm

•Stronk beel is strong physically which is different from a lot of his brothers making him a threat but Beel doesnt seem like he would know many spells. Magic would probably be the only thing that could stop him(besides getting too hungry)

•he accepts bribes Beel can easily be bribed and will do things he may not necessarily want to if someone bribes him with food

Belphegor

•ranked dead last he definitely stronger than your average garden variety demon but compared to his brothers he just cant compete

•low stamina you could probably wait him out. He may compensate this by hitting hard and fast at first in hopes to knock you out before he knocks himself out

•lazy probably a very small chance he has actually trained or practiced magic meaning his spells are probably simple and his movement would be clumsy that still doesnt mean there isnt any power behind them

#Headcanon #obey me #obey me headcanon #shall we date obey me #obey me Lucifer #obey me Belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me Beelzebub #obey me Leviathan #obey me asmodius

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luvdsc · 4 years

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tag games ;

tagging :: @eggyukhei ; @jaemericano ; @aqiaquas ; @forehead-enthusiast ; @choerrypuffs ; @latetaektalk ; @winetae ; @taeyongtime ; @nochanchu 🌼

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TAG GAME ONE

tagged by :: @njmin thank you, lovebug! ✨

— tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

omg ok it was april 2014, and I was procrastinating on homework and scrolling through youtube. shinee’s lucifer mv was recommended for some reason, and I was intrigued, so I clicked on it. From there, it just spiraled out of control. I was blown away like there’s this one dance move where they all lined up and taemin does this hand motion so fluidly and I was like “this is it.” More shinee mvs were recommended after I clicked that one, so I kept going and watching all the other ones until I watched them all. Their music is just so different and unique, like even after all this time, I can’t find another kpop group who mimics the music style of shinee. and all their solos are absolutely god tier, too!!! they really are gonna be my first and last kpop group. shinee withstood through my stan eras for other groups. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being their fan.

I also found snsd through shinee because their mvs were recommended after I clicked lucifer too. the first one I saw is the iconic gee. taeyeon stood out to me in those mvs. her voice is so distinct, and I’ve been a fan of her ever since. She didn’t have a solo then, but I searched up all her drama osts, song features, everything because I loved her voice so much even back then. so yeah, taeyeon and shinee will forever be my faves, and I love them a lot 💓

TAG GAME TWO

tagged by :: @latetaektalk thank you, linh !! 💖

rule :: answer the ten questions and write your own!

— how are you today?

I’m doing really good! I’m enjoying my summer, and my day is pretty lax. I’ve been facetiming friends, watching chopped, making banh bao with my mom, and doing my daily cardio ✨

— what book has had the biggest impact on your life?

the princess knight by cornelia funke. my elementary school did this thing where your parents can buy a book to donate to the school library under your name for your birthday. this was the book my sister chose for me when I was in kindergarten. I loved that book; I borrowed it so many times and kept rereading it. It’s a children’s picture book about a princess who secretly learns how to joust. the king tries to give her hand in marriage to the knight who wins the competition, but she defeats them all and chooses to marry the gardener’s son who she loves 💕

— what is something you think everybody should have done once in their life?

Travel. There’s just something so wonderful about going to a new place, whether that’s halfway across the world or just the town a few states over. It’s a lovely feeling embarking on an adventure to a place unknown to you where you can meet new people, try new foods even if it’s just a random dish at a restaurant you’ve never been to, and make memories with strangers that no one back home ever has to know about. There’s just something intriguing about being able to go somewhere else and be someone else for an hour or a day or a week before you return back home.

— what story are you the most proud of and why?

on my previous blog, I wrote a fic called the universe of us, and it’s 21k+ wc. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that fic, and although I can’t read it now without cringing, I really am super proud of myself for pulling through and writing that. The concept of it was unique, in my opinion, and I would love to rewrite it someday! 💫

on this blog, I am most proud of the dumbing down of love. that fic is personal to me because it is literally comprised of my college experiences in written format and the characters embody my friends. I wrote that over the span of 3-4 nights, and that’s the fastest I’ve ever written a fic of that length. the words just flowed so easily for that fic, and the quesadilla scene was the first thing I wrote, and I’m quite proud of that scene!! 💓

— what has made you really happy recently?

I graduated uni!!!!! 💛💛

— what is the first thing you want to do after this whole pandemic is over and it’s safe to go out again?

I want to eat sushi LOL I haven’t had it in four months, and I’m craving it so badly.... I also want to go out with my friends again! I miss being able to see them everyday and our late night shenanigans ):

— if you had to make a soundtrack/playlist based on your life, how would you call it and which songs would you include?

honestly, these are just a bunch of my favorite songs throughout my entire life. some of them don’t relate to me personally, but I remember listening them on repeat, and I still know all the lyrics to them 💘

title: cue the soundtrack of my life

songs: complicated ⋆ avril lavigne ⋮ check yes, juliet ⋆ we the kings ⋮ the way i loved you ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ a daydream away ⋆ all time low ⋮ that’s what you get ⋆ paramore ⋮ i won’t give up ⋆ jason mraz ⋮ holy ground ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ lucifer ⋆ shinee ⋮ don’t go ⋆ exo m ⋮ 1000 years ⋆ shinee ⋮ breathe ⋆ taeyeon & jonghyun ⋮ coffee ⋆ bts ⋮ you are in love ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ walk you home ⋆ nct dream ⋮ i ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ tell me what to do ⋆ shinee ⋮ mad city ⋆ nct 127 ⋮ gravity ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ blueprint ⋆ stray kids

— what is your favourite breakfast food?

omg it’s this one dish that I order every time I go to the diner near my university, and it’s a smoked salmon eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce and hash browns 🤩🤩

— how did you get into writing and is it something you would like to do as your job?

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and my teachers sent me to the young authors’ faire every year from kindergarten to 8th grade. You don’t really get to write creative stories in class when you’re older though, and I stumbled upon fanfiction, and here we are. It’s not something I want to do as my job though. Writing is simply a fun pastime and hobby for me!! If I was forced to write or profit off of it, then that’d take fun out of it ):

— did you remember to drink enough water today?

yes, I did!! I make sure to drink 6-8 large cups of water a day :’) stay hydrated!!! 🤍

my questions for you:

what’s your favorite jelly bean flavor?

if you hated your child, what name would you give them?

do you pour cereal first or milk first?

do you like pineapple on your pizza?

if you could be a celebrity for the day, who would you be and why?

what are three dealbreakers for you in a relationship?

what’s your favorite word and why?

would you rather punch your ult bias in the face full force or lick the porta potty that hasn’t been cleaned after Coachella weekend?

which song(s) would you cut out from nct’s discography?

what’s the most unique/interesting food you’ve ever eaten?

TAG GAME THREE

tagged by :: @pwarkhans ty, sweetpea! 🌸

rule :: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

#tag games

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YOU LIKE KPOP TOO? THIS BLOG JUST GOT EVEN BETTER. What groups/artists do you think would suit each host?

AHAHA my weakness. K-pop and Ouran. You sly dog.

This got kinda long cause I got excited.

Tamaki: The Rose

The Rose's songs are really similar to what Tamaki might like! They're a romantic kind of raw. They're soft but a soulful kind of soft that it's not something that will put you to sleep. Perfect for his delicate eardrums. - I think his favorite songs would be California and I.L.Y (I highly recommend this group btw kukuku)

I think he'd also like groups/songs like:

SF9: O sole mio

Pentagon: Shine

BTOB: I'll be your man

BTS: Jamais Vu

AB6IX: Shining Stars

Kyoya: Rain

Kyoya was super hard. I couldn't for the life of me think of a group that would suit his taste. But that was because I was walking down the wrong path. Once I started to really think, I feel Rain would really suit Kyoya's taste, more than anything else. I think he'd really like Rainism, The Best Present, and It's Raining.

Some extra songs on his secret K-pop playlist:

2PM: A.D.T.O.Y

JYJ: Back seat

BLACK6IX: Swamp Of Despair

JJ Project: Tomorrow: Today.

Haruhi: EXID

Haruhi's kind of mellow but I think she'd actually have a really fun playlist ! She'd really like EXID. She wouldn't be into the cutesy groups or anything "hardcore" (not sure what word to use xD) and EXID is a nice in-between! I feel like her favorite songs would be Up and Down and Ah yeah.

Here some others I think she'd like!

CLC: Me

Twice: TT

Momoland: Boom Boom

Got7: White Love

BOL4: Workaholic

Hikaru: N-Flying

This was kind of hard too because there's so many different ones that I think he'd like and couldn't choose him a favorite but I think he'd really like N-flying. Their style is so fun and uppity so he'd likely wouldn't get bored of their songs so easily. Until he over plays

them all xD His favorite songs would maybe be... Hot Potato + Leave It and Don't mess with me.

I think he'd also like:

IKON: Dumb & Dumber

Block B: Very Good

Jackson Wang: Made It

Monsta X: Shoot Out + Trespass

Kaoru: Day6

He's like Hikaru. He goes through music like a sick person goes through tissue, so I don't think he listens to the same group or artist too often. He's constantly telling himself not to replay a good song too many times cause he knows he'll get bored of it. But even so! I think he'd really like Day6. I see him as a rock type of guy. I think he'd like their songs: Shoot Me, Congratulations, I love You and If. (So many good ones! I cry)

And some extra songs he'd like!

Drug Restaurant: Mistake

Stray Kids: Voices

ATEEZ: Say my name

A.C.E: UNDER COVER

FTISLAND: Love like the films

Seventeen: Clap

Hani: ASTRO

I want to say he's into Red Velvet (but that just might be me being bias cause they sound similar to his character song Doki Doki Waku Waku xD) but I think he'd be into ASTRO mostly! Though I can't say why. But whenever I hear them I think "Man, Huni-senpai would like this". I think he'd like their songs, All Night, Baby and Hide&Seek.

Honorable mentions for his playlist:

NCT Dream: Chewing Gum

TXT: Blue Orangeade

Red Velvet: Red Flavor

EXO-K: Peter Pan.

TWICE: Like Ooh Ahh

Mori: SHINee

I'm not sure why, but I feel like he would prefer the oldies. I can't explain it but the older kpop groups/songs have a certain... Sound, and I think it'd appeal to Takashi. He's the type who wouldn't listen to music often, but when he does it'd be after training and he just wants to listen to something with a smooth beat as he relaxes with a nice cup of pink lemonade. He might like Lucifer, Hello and Sherlock. And more for Mori!

U-Kiss: 0330 + Stop Girl

Super Junior: Sorry Sorry

Shinhwa: Perfect Man

1TYM: One Love

SHAUN: Way back home

And hey! While we're on the topic! Who's playlist would you listen to? And what would you add to them?

#ouran high school host club #ouran + kpop #ouran #hostagine rant #kpop

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“Why do I even bother” ineffable husbands prompt thingy, please!!

Thank you so much for the prompt! I had fun with it. :D I also really like the idea of Crowley and Aziraphale remaining part of Adam's life so... I doodled a little with that idea lol

[PROMPT ME!] | [AO3]

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When Adam had reset the world, he'd done so in a way that meant most things had gone back to the way they were before. Most things.

One very noticeable difference was that Mr. and Mrs. Young seemed to be under the impression that a certain angel and demon were their son's godfathers. You see, Adam had thought that continuing to have them about would be quite useful—or at the very least entertaining—but that perhaps his parents would be alarmed if he were suddenly in the company of two strange adult men. So he fixed it.

Crowley had admittedly been a bit perturbed to find that Mr. Young now believed him to be an old school chum with an incredibly rare eye condition. He was always wanting to talk about things like whether Crowley had watched the football game or “the old days.” Crowley had to bite his tongue more than once when he was tempted to tell Mr. Young that his old days and Crowley’s old days were not even remotely the same old days. But he got used to it. Eventually. However, when Crowley and Aziraphale had attempted to explain to Adam that they were not, in fact, a happy couple as he had made his parents believe, the boy had merely shrugged and told them that he was pretty sure they were.

Interestingly enough, with a little time, he wound up being right about that.

In any case, today is an exciting day for Adam. Today is the first day of a week-long stay with his “godfathers” in a cabin they'd rented away from the city. And today they'd gone to the beach.

Aziraphale had immediately begun to establish ground rules: Adam would need sunscreen, he would need to return every two hours for reapplication, he was to wait thirty minutes after eating before swimming, he was not to leave their line of sight, he was not to talk to strangers... Adam had made a beeline for the ocean long before the angel could finish.

"Why do I even bother?" Aziraphale sighs.

"He'll be fine," Crowley declares, watching Dog hurry towards the waves after his master. "Probably just will the sun not to burn him or something."

"He can't just use his powers for everything," Aziraphale protests, spreading their blanket on the sand by the rocks.

"And he's not, really," Crowley says, driving the pole of their umbrella into the ground. He watches the angel smooth the blanket out and place weights on the corners to keep the breeze from lifting it. He grins. "The sunhat is cute, by the way."

Aziraphale turns to glare at him from beneath the brim of the floppy sunhat in question. "Don't tease."

"Who says I'm teasing?" Crowley asks.

It's a fair assumption, though. Getting Aziraphale to the beach had taken some doing. It wasn't that the angel disliked nature, it's just that the beach was... well, he just felt rather uncomfortable with all the necessary steps with going there. Adam had reasonably pointed out that Aziraphale couldn’t expect to go to the beach in his usual attire and while this had made sense to the angel, it hadn't made him like the idea any more.

After twenty minutes of debate, Adam and Crowley had finally managed to convince him to put on swimming trunks. Only when he had finally miracled up a pair, they looked as though they had been ripped from the early 20th century. It had taken another thirty minutes to convince him to come out of the bathroom and that they were sorry they'd laughed.

"I think it's an interesting change of pace, all this," Crowley says, nodding towards where Adam is jumping into the waves.

"Interesting is a good word for it," Aziraphale agrees, settling on the blanket and pulling out a book. “If you told me a year ago I would be taking the Antichrist to the beach on holiday, I’d’ve thought you were mad.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” Crowley says, flopping onto the blanket beside him. “Though in all fairness, I think the ‘mad’ bit might still apply to both of us.”

Aziraphale makes a face that clearly says he can’t disagree. Reaching into their basket and nudging aside a few water bottles, Crowley retrieves the bottle of sunscreen the angel had packed and taps his open book with it.

“Lube me up?” he asks with a sly smile.

Well, Aziraphale can hardly say ‘no’ to that.

***

After splashing about in the waves had become tiresome and he had been pinched in the nose by an evil, evil crab–that he was very innocently inspecting, mind you–Dog retired to the shade of the umbrella to curl up beside Aziraphale and have himself a short nap. His master was busy making a sand castle with Crowley and so Dog felt he would be well looked after in the short span of time that Dog’s eyes were not on him.

“Is he going to stay under that umbrella all day?” Adam asks, packing sand into a pail. He could simply will a sandcastle into existence but that’s hardly any fun, really.

“In all likelihood,” Crowley tells him, decorating the outer wall with seashells. “He’s a bit fussy, as you may have noticed.”

“And you’re not,” Adam says, looking the demon dead in the eye.

“No, I’m particular,” Crowley corrects him. “There’s a difference. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Just like how I’ll start to like girls?” Adam says with a suspicious air.

“Yeah, well... Girls. Boys. Both. Neither,” Crowley says, waving a small plastic shovel as he talks. “Doesn’t matter, really. Humans tend to be narrow-minded about all that business anyway.”

Then again, humans can’t will their genitals in and out of existence and have a relatively short shelf-life compared to a demon so that may account for some of it.

“Alright, water break.”

Crowley looks up to find water bottles being shoved in both their faces by Aziraphale, who has finally emerged from beneath the safety of his umbrella. Technically Crowley doesn’t need a water break, but being human, Adam does. The two of them tended to mirror his needs in regards to eating, drinking and resting—both because they didn’t want him to feel odd doing these things on his own and because they just enjoyed doing them anyway.

Rather than retreat back to the blanket after making his delivery, Aziraphale crouches beside them and takes in their handiwork. Crowley sips from his water bottle slowly as he watches the angel gradually realize what it is they’re building.

“This is an interesting choice,” Aziraphale hums.

“Crowley says it's what it used to look like,” Adam comments. "Kind of smaller than I thought it would be."

Aziraphale looks to the sand and stone and seashells artfully placed together in an imitation of Eden. To Crowley’s surprise, he smiles. “You know, I used to be in charge of this part. And over here is where Crowley and I met. Though, he was Crawly back then.”

Adam snorts a laugh. “Crawly?”

“I was a snake and Hell has no imagination,” Crowley says in his defense. “Neither of those things are my fault.”

"Still a dumb name," Adam declares.

"Why do you suppose I changed it?" Crowley asks, flicking a seashell at the boy.

"Was Crawly always your name?"

Aziraphale raises his eyebrows at the question, watching as Adam packs on more sand to the southern wall. It's an... interesting question. The boy had asked it in a way that leads the angel to believe he already knew the answer. Crowley sucks in a breath through his teeth, studying the shells in his hand.

"No, it wasn't," the demon answers.

"What was your name before?" Adam asks, looking up at the demon from beneath a mop of unruly chestnut hair.

It's a question that not even Aziraphale knows the answer to. Crowley doesn't like to talk about... Before. Before the Fall. Before the War. And Aziraphale had never felt comfortable pushing the subject with him, no matter how much it seemed to bother him or how close they may have become. Aziraphale can't help but feel as though a cloud has just appeared on the horizon of an otherwise perfect day. The silence stretches on between the three of them, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the cry of the gulls above them filling the void.

"You know what? I'll tell you something," Crowley says suddenly.

Aziraphale can hardly believe his ears. He's really going to say? Right now? Right here?

"This beach trip needs ice lollies!" Crowley shouts, jumping to his feet.

Ah. Of course. Aziraphale can't help but feel a bit disappointed as Crowley flicks the brim of his hat and asks them each what flavor they'd like. The angel sighs as he watches his partner walking alone up the beach under the guise of getting them all a treat.

"I don't understand why it's a big deal," Adam says. "It's just a name."

"Well, it is and it isn't," Aziraphale corrects him. "Crowley's old name—his first name—isn't something he likes to talk about. Not even I know what it is."

"Why wouldn't he tell you?" Adam asks, standing up and brushing sand off his trunks. "I thought he'd tell you everything."

"I wish it were so simple," Aziraphale says, rising to follow the boy back to the blanket. "But that name is from a time that most of us don't discuss. It was before the War that divided Heaven and Hell. Before your fath—before Lucifer was cast out and his followers with him."

"So Crowley was one of his followers," Adam surmises. He lies on his side beside Dog, scratching the sleeping hellhound's ears. "And he was kicked out with him."

Aziraphale sits beneath the umbrella, pulling off his hat and running a hand through his curly hair. "As I said, it's not all so simple. I wouldn't call Crowley one of Lucifer's followers, exactly, more like... well, more like he was just curious. Lucifer presented questions and ideas that most of us had never even considered and on some level that appealed to Crowley."

"It's a bit stupid to kick people out just for asking questions," Adam says. "I mean, you gave away a flaming sword and you got to stay."

"Yes. Um... well," Aziraphale says, clearing his throat.

"And anyway, if we did that all the time then we'd all end up alone eventually, don't you think?"

Aziraphale can't really argue with his logic. But it's different for humans than it is for them. Humans have the ability to choose—who they are and what they do. Angels and demons are bound by their nature to be just that.

"In any case," Aziraphale says, moving the conversation along, "what Crowley has told me is that his Fall was gradual. Until one day it just... happened. What you need to understand, Adam, is that when an angel falls, it's painful. To Fall is to have God's presence... ripped out of you. It's been said to be unbearable and I can only pray that I never have to experience it myself. Which is why I haven't ever tried to force Crowley to talk to me; because I can empathize, but never truly understand. Though, if he ever wishes to discuss it, he knows that I'll listen. I've made certain of that much at least."

Adam hums thoughtfully, rolling onto his back and staring up at the cloudless sky. For a few moments, he says nothing more and Aziraphale thinks that's the end of it.

"I don't think I can fix that," Adam admits. "I tried it just now but it felt sort of like the time I rode my bicycle into the side of my dad's car."

Aziraphale feels an unexpected rush of fondness at his words. He had always assumed that the Antichrist would be, well... rather hellish. But Adam has proven himself to be just as complex as any other human. And in that complexity, Aziraphale has seen a genuine wish to make things better for others—even if his methods aren't always the best choice.

The angel had quite liked the idea when Crowley had posed it some twelve or so years ago; the two of them being godfathers. But finding themselves actually playing the role now, Aziraphale is even more taken with it than he had thought he would be. There's something truly rewarding in directly impacting someone's growth, rather than the subtle, peripheral work he's used to undertaking with the human race. Even a mere year after they had first met him, Adam already seems to have changed and grown into another version of himself. He'll keep on growing and changing, just the way all humans do, but in a way that is decidedly different. Special.

"Well, there are certain things which are beyond even your control. But it was good of you to try," Aziraphale assures him with a smile. Seeing Crowley making his return trip across the beach, he knows it's time to put the matter to rest. For now, anyway. "Let's save the rest of this conversation for another time, shall we?"

Adam sits up, pursing his lips as he studies the angel sitting beside him. For a brief moment, Aziraphale wonders if he's not going to drop the matter so easily. But the Antichrist seems to deem this a wise decision and dips his head in a form nod. Aziraphale knows this won't be the end of this particular conversation, but it's best reserved, as he'd said, for another time.

After all, they have plenty of it.

#good omens fic #good omens #ineffable husbands #adam young #crowley #aziraphale #my struggle with mobile formatting continues

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter 16

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose and Dean lost his wife, he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Sixteen, Out of My Mind

Claire

I think I knew that it would always end this way. Me, the open road, and my bag of weapons in Dean Winchester’s stolen car driving toward a fight that there was no way that I’d win. He likes to talk a big game, about how he would die at the end of a barrel of a gun, but that isn’t exclusively a Winchester trait. The moment that Castiel stepped into my father’s skin, my life changed forever. It was always going to end this way, and I accepted that a long time ago. I expected it. What I didn’t expect, though, was her.

Ella was a dream that I didn’t know I had, and it’s cheesy, and honestly really fucking lame, but she made me want things. Things I didn’t know I was allowed to want. My foot pressed harder on the gas when my phone rang out for the thirteenth time in the last twenty minutes. I glanced at it, before turning it off. I wasn’t worried about them tracking me, because they already knew where I was headed. I just needed the head start, and I had one. Ella was still in there, and if the guys fucked around like they always did, they could get her killed. I couldn’t let that happen.

I didn’t have a plan, not really, but I was thinking through one as my fingers tapped the steering wheel to the beat of one of Dean’s old cassette tapes. He was an old grouch, but he had good taste in music. We didn’t always get along, Dean and me, but we had one big thing in common. We both loved El. How could we not love her?

Ella and I never told the Dad’s, but we had plans. She would graduate early and we would go on the road hunting together. Motels, long drives, and watching the sun rise above the horizon. Both of us against the world, fighting the good fight, but as I drove toward her, knuckles white against the dark steering wheel, I considered the other possibility. I considered giving it all up. It was never an option, not when I lived at the bunker, and Castiel tried his best to be the father that I needed, not when I stayed with Jody, and not even when I fell in love with Ella.

She had the itch, just like I did. It was a disease, and every time we scratched the itch, it just made the need grow and fester. I couldn’t see me doing anything else but hunting, until losing her became a real possibility. Until I saw that endless stretch of Kansas road as I headed toward Chicago. Maybe we could be happy living a normal life. Ella could go to college, and we could have a shitty studio apartment. We could spend Saturday’s cuddled up in bed watching some dumb movie in just our underwear. I could help her study and reward every correct answer with an article of clothing stripped away. We would be happy, and after a while that itch would dull and fade away altogether.

The most likely option, though, was that I’d storm in, guns blazing, and I’d die looking into the empty eyes of the only person who ever made me feel worthy of love. My only hope rested in her sappy romance novel logic, that true love can solve anything. It’s the duct tape of life, or at least that’s what she always used to say.

One Year Ago

I was lying in bed with my headphones on, in my new bedroom in the Men of Letters bunker. It was temporary, so my bag was still packed, and my boots were ready to slide on at any time next to the bed. I glanced up at the door as it opened slowly, El’s head poking in. “Sorry to bother you,” she squeaked, as I removed my headphones.

“Uh, you’re good.” I offered her my best smile. I didn’t need to be a huge bitch to her, she was stuck here too. “What’s up?”

“I was just making sure you had everything you needed.” She stepped into the room slowly. She was wearing a pair of plaid pajama shorts and a tank top, her hair braided to the side. She didn’t wear any makeup, I noticed, but damn she didn’t need it. She was pretty in this way that was completely effortless. “How are you holding up?”

I sat up in bed, pulling my knees to my chest, and letting my headphones rest around my neck. “Honestly? This place sucks. Its gloomy, dark, and it’s really fucking boring.”

El laughed, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it can be.”

“What do you do around here for fun?”

She brought her hand up to her chin and tapped it, literally tapped it like she was some kind of cartoon character. “It depends, what are you in the mood for?”

I felt a grin tug at the corners of my mouth, and I let my legs swing over the side of the bed, sliding into my boots. “Something… Bad. I’m in the mood for trouble.” I realized how big of a cliché I was, but my need to rebel was sewn into my soul.

El met my eyes and smirked a bit. “I know just the thing, follow me.”

So I did. We walked, creeping through the halls of the bunker in the dark of the night, past Castiel’s room where he was up watching something on Netflix, past Sam’s room where he was sleeping peacefully, and Dean’s empty room. She put her finger to her lips as if to remind me to be quiet as we crept past Jack’s room.

We made it to the end of the hall and down a set of stairs that went deeper into the ground. If I wasn’t so used to battling actual evil, I would’ve been creeped out, but El was still walking barefoot, which put me at ease. “This is my favorite room in the whole bunker,” she mused, grinning at me over her shoulder as she pushed open a heavy door.

I wasn’t sure what I expected when the florescent lights flickered on, but an old dusty library hadn’t made the list. I raised an eyebrow and shoved my hands into my jean pockets. “A… Library?”

El turned to me, offering me a wicked smile, and wiggled her index finger at me asking for me to follow her, before she disappeared between the stacks. I shook my head, letting out a heavy sigh, before I followed her through the books and into a different world entirely. Deep within the stacks, she disappeared behind a shelf, squeezing between it and the wall. “El?” I called, squinting into the darkness.

“Come on,” she said with a laugh.

She was like some kind of fairy leading me off to my death, and against my better instincts I held my boobs in place and squeezed back behind the shelf. It was tight, but only for a second. It was dark until she clicked on a light, well more accurately, a string of lights. There was a small alcove behind the shelves that she’d set up to be a secret fort. There was a big mattress, blankets, pillows, string lights, a laptop, stacks of books, and snacks. “Holy shit.”

“Welcome to my evil lair. It’s the perfect place to escape from all of the testosterone in the bunker.” She flopped down on the mattress and pointed to a wooden trunk against the wall. “Don’t tell Dad, but Auntie Ro enchanted some candy in there for me.” She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling at me wickedly, and the reflection of the string lights danced in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” I asked, kicking off my boots and crawling toward her. I sat at her feet, my legs folded in on themselves.

“It means…” She reached over and opened up the box, taking a bite of the Twizzler, immediately giggling. “That you asked for bad .”

I could feel my neck and cheeks heat up with blush, because my god, this girl would be the death of me. I held out my hand, palm up. “Hit me.”

But instead of handing it to me, she got on her knees, crawling to me with the Twizzler still between her teeth. “Take it,” El mumbled.

My heart pounded in my temples, but I leaned forward nonetheless, taking the other end of the Twizzler between my teeth. My eyes were locked with hers as I tugged away, chewing the strawberry flavored candy. An entirely different heat bubbled through me, then, and I met her giggles with my own. Enchanted was right! She almost glowed, sparkles on her cheeks from the magic, and I laid on my back beside her. We stared up at the ceiling just giggling and talking about stupid shit-- things that didn’t matter, and things that did.

Present

The building that Michael had her in was large and certainly heavily guarded. The idea that I could get the element of surprise was unlikely at best, so it was lucky that I had no intention of surprising Michael. I just needed to get into the building. The rest I’d leave to love.

Jesus, when did I turn into such a girl?

I got out of the car, blade strapped to my calf, gun in my hand, and I crept into the building. It looked like a regular office building with large glass windows. There were regular looking employees walking around in suits, filing, drinking coffee, and gossiping. No one seemed to care for me as I slipped through the back. It made sense for Michael to take this role when he was wearing Dean, but would anyone believe that an almost seventeen year old year would work at a place like this?

I made it into the stairwell without being seen, and I climbed. The echoes of my boots were louder than I wanted, but I had a lot of distance to make in a short amount of time. Michael had to be on the top floor, he just seemed like that kind of douche.

I slowly opened the door to the top floor, after taking a second to catch my breath, because fuck I was out of shape.

The hallway was empty, long, and carpeted, lining a various number of office doors. I let out my breath in a soft easy exhale as I left the stairwell. I stayed low, against the wall, ready to attack anything that came at me. The sound of gentle typing on keyboards alerted me that I wasn’t alone, along with the distant ring of a phone from one of the offices. I used to wonder if my Dad would be proud of me for the life I was living, but I stopped caring about that a long time ago. He left. I don’t have the energy to care about the people that leave me, but El … she didn’t choose to leave, not really. Whatever he did to get her to say yes, I knew that she was doing it for love.

The end of the hallway was closer now, and at the end was a glass door exposing a big office with a lot of windows. A young woman in all black, her hair curled, falling down her back in loose spirals, she tapped her pointed high heeled shoe like she was impatiently waiting for someone. I swallowed hard. Eleanor.

“Come on in, Claire. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Ella

“You son of a bitch!” I struggled against the chains that restrained me. Michael locked me in. I said yes, damn it I was so stupid!

He would’ve killed them… He probably still will. I felt sick to my stomach, my body lulling into the chains. It was no use, after all it was a mental block, and I wasn’t in control. He was walking around wearing my skin like a fucking weirdo, probably wreaking havoc. I just wished that he gave me a place like he gave Dad to rest. At least then maybe I could be happy before I burn away. That’s what happens, right? After a while we just disappear, like Jimmy Novak.

I swallowed hard.\

I never really understood why Claire was so hard on Cas. He was my dad, one of the three most important people in my life. I understood now, though, more than ever. His skin was not his to wear, to possess. It gave me chills just thinking about it.

“Come on in, Claire. We’ve been waiting for you.”

What? “No! You motherfucker!” I banged against the chains again. Hearing her name in my own voice was unsettling at best. Maybe he was playing around. Maybe it was a new kind of torture. There was no way that Claire could be there… but she was. I knew it in my soul, deep down, because she would always come. I knew, because if it were her here in chains, I would come. I’d go anywhere that she was.

Claire

“You may as well put down the gun; I know you wouldn’t want to hurt your girlfriend.” Michael turned, wearing El’s face, and offered an honestly terrifying smile. Her shoulders were back and she wore an intense, red lipstick that she would’ve never chosen for herself. She adjusted her blazer over her black dress and gestured to the seat across from her desk. “Please, sit down.”

“I’d rather stand,” I said curtly.

Michael’s lips pursed, and sat down carefully. “Well, I’ll sit. I’ve been standing all day. Commanding an army is… exhausting.”

“An army?”

“Certainly you know already. You’re smart, cunning, beautiful. I know you, Claire Novak. I know you, because she knows you.” She tapped her temple, sending chills down my spine.

“Let her go, Michael. It’s creepy having a thousand year old man inside of a teenager.”

“She thinks you’re funny, you know. I, on the other hand, am not amused.” Her eyes flashed at me, no… not her eyes. Michael’s eyes glowed blue, flashing dangerously. “I don’t want you to be a problem. I anticipate that if I choose to kill you it will cause problems in here.” Her finger tapped her temple. “I don’t want to have problems, Claire. You’re a smart girl, so I’m sure you can understand that. I don’t have to kill you. You can work with me.”

My lip curled up and anger bubbled within me. “No offense, but fuck you and fuck your offer. I’m sure as shit not here to join you. I’m here for my girlfriend, and I’m not leaving without her.” I moved quickly, leaping over the desk and reaching for her shoulders. I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen, if I was being honest. Michael was right; I wasn’t prepared to hurt Ella.

I managed to catch him by surprise, and we tumbled backwards, the desk chair rolling away. We hit the floor, her on her back and me lying on top of her. My immediate instinct was to laugh, like we usually would when we were in this kind of situation, but this time there was nothing to laugh about. I pinned her arms back. “Ella, listen to me! It’s Claire! I’m here! Fight it! ”

“Claire?”

I looked down, my fingers loosening just slightly on her wrists. “El?”

Her lips curled into a smile that stretched, looking unnatural for her face, and Michael stared back at me. “You feeble little girl, did you really think that’d work?”

“El please, baby! I know you’re in there!”

Her lips pursed, and her arms moved with great strength under my grip. Strength that could only belong to Michael, he pulled up, slamming her forehead into mine. I stumbled back, immediately seeing stars. The back of my head hit the ground, bouncing, and my vision blurred. Michael hovered over me, but all I could see was Eleanor.

Her fist pulled back and Michael hit me, connecting with my jaw, cheekbone, and nose . I could feel pieces of my face break under El’s fists. It seemed excessive, he could put me down with the snap of his fingers, but he didn’t. I looked up at her, through the blood in my eyes, and the swollen flesh around my eye socket. Her face was wild, maniacal, evil, there was enjoyment painted on her cheeks and mouth, but behind the eyes there was something else. He was trying to make her watch. He was trying to break her.

“El,” I gasped. “Baby it’s okay. This isn’t you, I know it isn’t you.” Another hit, sending my head to the side, my broken cheekbone pressed against the scratchy carpet. “I forgive you. You aren’t doing this. I know it’s not you. It’s okay.”

My vision was almost completely gone, and I didn’t feel the pain anymore. I knew I was being hit, but it didn’t matter, not really. “Do you remember what you told me the night you said you loved me?”

I wasn’t sure if I was even speaking anymore. I couldn’t feel the throbbing of my wounds, the strike of her fist, or the scratch of the carpet against my skin.

Ella

It was horrible. There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe it. He’d kept me chained, locked away for the unknown amount of time since I’d said yes. I had no idea what he was doing with my hands, with my face, but suddenly it was like the curtains were opened, and I could see. It was what I imagine sleep paralysis to be like. I had no control over my mouth, my words, or my hands. My actions were not my own, as I watched my own fists collide with Claire’s jaw.

It felt like slow motion as saliva and blood shot from her lips.

“What’re you doing?” I asked. I’d snuck into the kitchen for late night ice cream, and I wasn’t expecting to find her in her pajamas, standing with her nose in the fridge.

“Late night ice cream.”

I grinned widely. “I had the same thought.”

She extended her hand, offering the pint. “Well get your cute ass over here then, Winchester.”

I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks, wait... no they weren’t. I wanted to cry but my face, my real face just smiled. Fucking move! I begged, but nothing happened. Just another hit, and another, and another.

I wanted to look away. I wanted to say I was sorry, and tell her that I love her, but instead I just had to watch. She looked barely there, hit after hit, blood running out of her mouth and nose, but she still managed to look up, right into my eyes. It was my eyes, not Michaels’. She was talking to me. “Do you remember what you told me the night you said you loved me?” I could barely hear her, I felt like I was underwater, but I did. I heard her.

I paced back and forth on the ledge of the billboard, waiting for Claire. We’d been fighting. She was stupid and got bitten by a fucking werewolf. A werewolf! I wanted to slap her. I wanted to cry. I gripped the railing tightly, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“You look mad,” she commented, finally having climbed up the ladder.

I turned toward her with tears in my eyes. “That’s a goddamn understatement.”

“I just...”

“No,” I snapped. “You listen.”

Claire pressed her lips together in a line, and I was honestly surprised, she wasn’t the kind to back down.

“You can’t do that. You can’t go out and get hurt...die, get turned into some terrifying nightmare monster... no way. I won’t allow it. I’ve spent my entire life watching my Dad go, Sam, and Cas. Everyone I love leaves me and risks everything. I won’t let you do it, too.”

“Can I talk now?”

“Are you going to say something to make me more mad at you?” I asked, my nails digging into my arms as I crossed them angrily.

“Maybe.”

“It’s your funeral.”

“Guess I’ll stay away from the edge then,” she said, backing up against the billboard, with a cheeky smile.

I was not amused.

“I know that you think I’m being reckless and unsafe. That’s what Jody thinks, too. I’m not, though. I’m just trying to do good, Ella. I’m trying to do what’s right. Maybe its to make up for what happened to my parents. I didn’t grow up with love like you did. So this, hunting, it’s all I have. Sometimes I feel like if it rains hard enough I’ll fade away into the dirt, like I’ll disappear.”

I shook my head and stepped toward her, my eyes flickering up to hers. “Claire, damn it. You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what? Are you going to hit me?” She flinched, turning her face away from me.

I captured her chin in my fingers, turning her to look at me. “I’m not going to hit you,” I said softly, looking into her eyes. “I love you, you fucking idiot. I love you so much, and the rain can’t wash that away. Nothing can.”

I gasped, and with a force that I didn’t know I had, I pulled my hands away from her face. Suddenly, I could see Michael, holding the strings like the fucking puppet master he was. I grabbed a hold of him, and pinned him against the wall of my mind.

I looked at Claire, my fingers shaking, knuckles bleeding, and I smiled a bit, a tear finally escaping my eye. “I remember,” I gasped.

Claire laughed a breathless, pained laugh. “El.”

“It’s me, fuck... I’m so sorry.” I put my hand under her head. “I have control... just... I don’t know how long.” The door burst open, and my head shot up. I met my fathers eyes, and he was holding some weird stick with a pronged end. “Dad?”

“Nel?” My mom asked, her eyes wide as she popped around my Dad.

“I have control, but Claire needs help... I... I need help.” I closed my eyes for a second, fighting to hold Michael back. “Take me home and get this fucking angel out of my head.

Castiel walked forward and leaned over Claire, pressing two fingers to her head to heal her. She sat up slowly, looking as beautiful as ever. She pressed her lips to mine, and I hugged her tightly. “Eleanor.”

I turned back to Cas. “What do I have to do?”

He held out a pair of handcuffs. “These should keep him from being able to hurt anyone.”

I nodded and held out my wrists for him. He clicked the cuffs in place, and Claire laced her fingers with mine. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” I said tiredly. I pressed a kiss to Claire’s ear and whispered. “Don’t you ever be stupid like that again.”

“Love you, too.”

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vios-rockland-corner · 5 years

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Rockland: Zeitgeist pre-release thoughts PT 14

The date of this post is 8/24/19. Please note that information revealed at this time via Patreon or any of the creator’s blogs may be subject to change after this date.

Here I am again rambling about Cain because I’ve entered a state of confusion.

(Spoilers below for BTD2 and Zeitgeist demo)

Why is Cain kidnapping the MC?

I know that seems like a dumb question, one that’s technically already been answered: He’s bored.

Here’s the thing though: This was a question that was so much easier for me to answer with BTD Cain. BTD Cain was a straight up evil guy. He was a torturer and seemed to enjoy that work, but he was also a prisoner in hell who eventually became a fugitive. The guy was portrayed as up to no good essentially, possibly being a threat to humanity. He was dangerous, but I’m sure also still had to make sure he didn’t get caught while he was on the run. When you’re a sadistic character cooped up all day in your hideaway, I can definitely see one getting bored. Possibly even a little lonely. So picking up humans/creatures every now and then to torture and likely kill in the end doesn’t seem all that surprising to me. Sometimes when you have a character clearly defined as a villain, there’s not too much you have to explain. There’s not always a super complicated motive. As horrifying as it is to hear someone say a character is just receiving pleasure from causing harm to someone else, we know people like that exist.

Rockland Cain is starting to cause me some more confusion though. First of all, it doesn’t sound like this version of Cain is going to be presented as a fugitive. Not unless it’s an INCREDIBLY recent development in the story. Otherwise, it sounds like Cain works with the other angels as a normal part of the fold. Not necessarily a prisoner who they just bring out when they need him. Yet, he is still confirmed as a fallen angel, and there are still hints that he will be a threat at least to the MC. At the same time, some of the other people or angels who know him also seem to think of him fondly.

So I’m comparing evil fugitive BTD Cain vs. office worker Rockland Cain? I know that sounds hilarious calling Cain an “office worker.” Honestly, until I figure out what exactly the fallen angels do, I guess I’ll just keep saying that the angels work together in an “office” of some sort. Now, we did get confirmation that Sam IS still a reaper in this canon. Supposedly, their boss should also be Lucifer/Luke Morningstar. You know...the first fallen angel? Usually depicted as the ruler of hell? So I think a safe answer to “What are the fallen angels in charge of,” is judgement and placement of people’s souls when they die. They collect and decide who’s bad or not, and possibly even determine torture based on one’s crimes. There may be some other work they do. For example, Michael Volkov in previous canon was the angel of war/chaos. Certainly doesn’t sound like a “heavenly” duty, but nevertheless sometimes part of the world order. So that job I can see being giving to a fallen angel as opposed to...whatever their lighter counterparts could be.

Now to get back on track, I have two problems then with determining Rockland Cain’s thought process. First, why is he bored? And second, is he even allowed to kidnap the MC?

BTD Cain I already said was basically by himself on the run, and before that he was just kept a prisoner unless he was needed. He had plenty of reason to be bored and have a disregard for the lives of others. Rockland Cain though may not have AS bad a disposition as BTD Cain based on some of his relationships with other character. Not only that, if he’s got the freedom to walk about as he pleases even after work, then what about the way his time is spent has him bored now? Maybe the angels work 24/7, so Cain wants a break from the monotony? I did fancy the idea before that this game could also be an origin to Cain trying to break off from his regular duties and do as he pleases. If he also has positive relationships with characters though already, is that still appealing to him? Speaking of which, if he’s in contact with more people, there’s less of a likelihood that he’s lonely here. LESS, but not completely. Sometimes you can still get lonely even when constantly surrounded by other people. I guess “boredom caused by loneliness” is still a possibility, but it’s less likely here at least than it was for BTD Cain is all I’m saying.

Now, the reason I ask “is Cain allowed to kidnap the MC” is because I have no idea if the fallen angels have a strict code to operate under. At first I might have guessed that they could be forbidden from meddling with any human affairs and just stick to their duties. There may also be a strict rule about interfering in human lives that may affect their judgement later. However, you do see angels like Sam and Damien just mingling about in the human world for no special reason. I guess that answers my question, “Do they work 24/7?” Looks like they do have some downtime, and they seem to even like to spend it acting like normal people. Does Cain himself ever try this I wonder? Does he still have some restrictions because of his original sin I wonder? Perhaps he’s a little frustrated that while he’s not locked in a cage, he can’t mingle among the humans like some of the others.

Then again, maybe Cain can walk among regular humans like the others. But then I wonder, if he can mingle, is it alright for him to do as he pleases with them? I’ve mentioned this before, but maybe the angels act frivolous and don’t really care a lot about humans since they live in different worlds. Not really having any animosity towards them, but also if they just feel like messing with someone, who’s going to stop them? There was clarification recently on what was classified as a fallen angel. Basically if they defied god and lost their graces, they become a fallen angel (though there are some unusual cases). The angels with darker wings have done worse and probably whatever their doing is not for the benefit of god’s will or their job either if I had to venture a guess. I’m..assuming Rockland Cain has black wings? I’m trying to remember if I’ve seen a new official sprite art with him and his wings 0.0 Holy cow, I don’t even know if they’re fully black still. Hmmm, I’ll guess that yes they still are based on his past sin at the very least. Being the first murderer (and killing your own blood) is a pretty high felony honestly. If his wings aren’t completely black, that will certainly raise some questions.

In that same discussion, it was mentioned that not a lot of the angels are really even that bad. Truth be told, I know very little about most of these angels. Come to think of it, the only “bad” one I keep thinking to compare Cain to is Michael. In previous canon, he was portrayed as a character that also would have no qualms doing horrible, horrible things to people. Now? I don’t think there’s been an official update on Rockland Michael, so I don’t know if he kept that personality.

With all that in mind, is there still really a rule or not whether any of the angels can torture, maim and/or kill a person as they please? Again, if there’s no rule against it, then Cain kidnapping the MC might not be a big deal to the other angels. It’ll be interesting to see how the other characters react to news that Cain has been keeping a person hostage. There’s the added flavor that the creators dropped hints that Cain taking you already marks you as “dead” or something. At least that’s how I interpreted it. I still won’t know what that means until the game comes out. Is that going to be an issue for the other angels or no? The only hint that Cain has done SOMETHING troublesome, is Sam doesn’t seem all that thrilled that Cain has marked the MC. We don’t know what the mark means and why Sam’s concerned, but it leads us to believe that things might be complicated now.

What I’m interested in seeing is how Cain lives on a regular basis. Why is he experiencing unrest? Does he ever walk about the human world like the other angels? Is this the first time he’s kidnapped a single person? Does he only have wicked plans for the MC? Do the other angels care if Cain carts off a human just like that? Does Cain’s relationship with the other characters have anything to do with what’s happening?

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Mistaken Evil

I wanted a superhero au so me and @an-angel-on-earth collaborated on this fic. She wrote this part(and started this cool au) based on my prompt, which was this: The Trickster and Venator(Sam) are nemesis. Trickster complains that he’s just misunderstood. So he ties up Venator and tells him all about his past as Gabriel, the “archangel hero”, and tells him that the only victims he’s had were ones who deserved it(aka dicks). And long story short, falling in love with your nemesis does not go well with the press.

She did an amazing job so I’m gonna stop explaining this and show you the story.

They called him the Trickster. Sure, he did like to mess with some people. Sometimes people deserved it. But the public just turns somebody trying to get justice into a villain with a twisted mind. He only killed those who had killed. Never any innocents.

Gabriel. That was his real name. And surely no one would ever suspect the cashier at the small corner candy store to be the person everyone feared. So he lived out his normal civilian life there, trying to make people happy and make up for the fear some felt. Because of him. He would see people talking about him. Talking about how he had killed another politician just last night. They didn’t realize it was because that man had lied and cheated his way to power. Every victim of his had left several in their wake. But he was known, and they weren’t. So they got away with it, and he was forced to hide.

Granted, there were some fun parts to being a villain. Gabriel had no shortage of knowledge. After all, he had been fighting for a long time, which they wouldn’t expect out of someone so young looking. He did enjoy messing with the minds of the people he killed, sending them into vivid hallucinations of various worlds. And there was no better satisfaction than a job well done, than seeing a killer become a victim. Sometimes he took certain liberties with his work. Killing them in the way they had killed others. And he could wait, in the shadows, watching as carefully laid plans took place over weeks, months, years, decades. He had all the time in the world. He could choose the take their life quickly, or turn their life into a living hell.

The bad parts, well, were very bad. If he wanted to strike, he had to be on alert the whole time. There were heroes too, and they wouldn’t take kindly to him. There was one in particular he had clashed with more than once. And Gabriel hated it. He didn’t even know who the man was as a civilian, just the fact that he seemed to want him dead. Trying to take down a hero has hard enough. But one that would have visions of the future, strength, speed, weapons, actual training? That was harder. Visions are tricky things, but they would give away his location, his plan, everything he was doing. If he wanted someone dead, you bet that man would be there to stop him.

Their name was Venator. And while they were loved by the public, Trickster hated them.

A bell softly jingled as the door swung open, letting in a just of cold air. Gabriel leaned against the counter, looking at the new customer. He was freakishly tall, that was the first thing he noticed. He wore a plain black jacket with plaid underneath, and regular looking jeans. His hair was long, with a small dusting of snow on top.

“Hello, what can I get you?” Gabriel said, peeling his eyes away from the stranger’s face.

“What’s the best chocolate you have?” His voice was nice. He ducked down, having to kneel to look at the displays. Truffles, chocolate bark, chocolate covered berries, mints, taffies, you could buy a lot of different things here. His gaze stopped for a second over the jar of moose shaped lollipops before looking at Gabriel. “Well?”

“Oh! Yes, well, I recommend the chocolate caramel with sea salt. If you want anything other than chocolate, it’s all the best. Buying for yourself? Or you got a girlfriend on her time on month?” Maybe the best course of action wasn’t to ask that last question. But hey, it was a reasonable guess. And if he was single... Well, he was pretty cute. Probably got a lot of chicks.

“Nah. Single as a pringle. Just like chocolate a lot. And it’s winter, you know, gotta beat that seasonal depression. I haven’t tried that chocolate, so I’ll take a piece. And, uh, hmm... Get me a small bag of assorted truffles. I don’t care which flavor.” Gabriel grabbed the requested chocolate, fingers punching the codes into the register. “Okay! So that’s nine dollars and... Forty five cents. Do you need a receipt?” The man took the bag, looking at Gabriel.

“No. I’m fine. Have a good day!” He turned and left, walking back out into the cold. Gabriel smiled a sad little smile, cursing himself for falling in love so easily. Then he realized there was a small piece of paper left on the counter.

My name’s Sam Winchester. You’re pretty cute. If you swing that way, you want to get hot chocolate with me tomorrow? Meet me at the cafe next door at 11. I’ll see you there.

Gabriel felt like he could fly, as his face practically beamed from the huge smile he had.

That night, though, it was a different matter. He had put on his typical ‘villain’ outfit, and set out. He had laid out his plan carefully. Tonight, if Venator tried to stop him, he would win. No, he wouldn’t kill him. He just wanted to talk. Explain what he was doing. Honestly, he was just misunderstood. He was basically being a hero, but the media managed to turn him into a villain.

His target today was the owner of a small company that sold computers and hardware. He sounds like he would be somebody who cared about his company, but there were two things wrong with him. First, the computers and hardware were bugged, so he could find out whatever he wanted about anyone. He used this for money, blackmail, etc. The second thing was that the company ran a secret business smuggling, producing, and selling drugs. For someone like Gabriel, he was a good target.

Bodyguards are surprisingly easy to take out. Their strong, but dumb, and Gabriel infects their minds, causing them to destroy each other. Minds are fragile things, and for Trickster, they were easy to manipulate.

“Trickster. I knew I would find you here.”

“Well of course you did, you have visions of me. Tell me, do you also dream of me? Or maybe you just dream of crushing me once and for all.”

“Surrender now, and I won’t harm you.” Venator said, his voice shockingly deep. He was serious with his hatred of Gabriel.

“Well, what would be the fun in that? There’s nothing to be gained for me. Besides, you don’t even know me. I’m shocked. For a nemesis, you’re a pretty shitty one.”

“Trickster, surrender. End this plan, turn away. The thing you will gain is the knowledge that I won’t be hurting you tonight.” Honestly, it sounded like a pretty good deal. While Gabriel could heal fast, he didn’t like having to cover up all the bruises he got. And his coworkers would get pretty suspicious. But tonight, he had decided on a different plan. Putting his hands up in the air, he began whistling a tune as he strolled away.

“What the- you release me at once! Put me down! You little piece of-” Venator’s voice was cut off as Gabriel walked forward. “Bet you didn’t see this. At last, you’re the one being trapped. Feels almost good. Now, you listen to what I want. If you do as I say, I won’t hurt you. Deal?” He smiled, turning back around. Venator was struggling against the chains which had come out of, well, nowhere.

“It was almost too easy, How did I not think of it before? All I needed to do was make you think that you had this whole entire big alleyway. But really, there was a little tiny wall in the way. All that was left to do is project an image of me walking away. But, you know, no hard feelings. And all I want to do is talk. Then you can go on your merry little way, stopping crime, doing whatever you do.” He couldn’t resist the smile that was spreading across his face. Now, today, he would get the last laugh. Revenge was sweet, a dish best served cold, and exactly like the ice cream that was waiting back at his house to celebrate his first real victory.

“Fine. You want to talk? Talk to me all you want. If it means you don’t kill that man tonight, fine.” Oh man, he was angry. Even his enhanced strength didn’t help him against the metal chains. Obviously, he wasn’t very used to being the one who was restrained. Gabriel rubbed his hands together, pleased that his plan had worked.

“Okay! Where do I begin? How about... I’m not a totally evil supervillain, that’s just what people think. Really, I kill people who are dishonest, who cheat, who kill, who are actually evil. Never any innocents. But all the articles, all the reporters, they don’t have the intel that I have. They don’t know what those people have actually done. And of course, my past is complicated. I know about you, Venator. I know that you’re part of a group of people who call themselves ‘hunters’. I know that you fight demons, and vampires, and creatures who people don’t believe in anymore. But you, you don’t know about me. I’ve been around for a while. But I used to go by a different name. Have you ever heard of a man called the archangel hero?” Venator gasped, looking at Gabriel.

“No way? You’re Gabriel? But you’re so different now. The archangel hero was loved by everyone. He was the voice of hope and salvation. He was like an actual angel. You’re more like a demon now.”

“Now you’re confusing me with my brother Lucifer. I wasn’t just like an angel. I was an angel. Still am, except I had to cut the hero act. People could have figured it out. So now, I work mostly in the shadows. Yeah, I know, I’m an angel, big shock. Actually, I’m an archangel, hence the name. Do you understand what I do now?”

Venator looked at him, eyes wide. Sure, he was a hunter and knew about angels. He had even enlisted the help of one named Castiel before! But learning that the person you hated most was an angel... Well, that was a little more surprising.

“Yeah yeah. So let me get this straight-”

“Well, actually, I’m not straight, so...”

“Please kindly shut the fuck up. So you were the archangel hero. But then you couldn’t, so you... Faked your own death? I remember hearing that he died on unknown circumstances. So then you ended up becoming a villain?”

“Were you not listening? Are you deaf or something? I. Am. Not. A. Villain! Never was one, never will be one. I’m a hero, same as you. But because of the way I fight, and the things that I do, and the way that I do it, well, they all seem to think I’m a villain.”

Venator looked bored. “Is this going to go on all night? Or can we make peace and just go home? I have to get ready for a date tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re not single in your civilian life? Wow, good job. Anyway, I actually have a date too, so I can let you go if you promise you won’t attack me.”

“Yes, I can actually get a date. It’s a first date with a guy, so I gotta impress him. We’re getting hot chocolate together. However, I expect it would be a lot harder for you. No one would want to date someone who’s seen as a villain.” Venator rolled his eyes at Gabriel. “Now, if you could release me, we can work something out. You can continue killing, I’ll put up a show trying to stop you. You always manage to get away in the end, it won’t be that hard.”

“Yes, I don’t think it would be very hard, Sam Winchester.”

“How- How do you know my name?” Sam looked at Gabriel, eyes wide. “How?”

“A guess. But seeing as we’re going on a date together, it’s only fitting that I should be able to recognize you. Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Gabriel the archangel.”

Sam did nothing but stare at him for a long, long time. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. “I think I love you even more now.”

“Aww, I love you too.” Gabriel snapped, and the chains were released. Instantly, Sam raced towards him, arms wrapping around the shorter man. Sam smelled nice, like smoke and chocolate. They embraced for a while, before a noise interrupted them.

“I am live on the scene of a fight between Venator and Trickster, and, um, as you can see, something unexpected has happened. It appears that the two... Are gay? And in love? This could be a problem. Um, back to Mike with the weather.”

Sam and Gabriel waited until the lady was out of sight, before turning back towards each other. There was a moment of hesitation before Gabriel took the lead, grabbing the collar of Sam’s shirt and pulling him downwards, kissing him hard. It was passionate, and lasted for a while before both men had to breathe. No words were needed as Sam took Gabriel’s hand, and the two walked down the alley together.

“You know, I did like the look of you all tied up like that...”

“You kinky bastard.”

“Yes, but you love me...”

#sabriel #superhero au #enemies to lovers #superhero boyfriends

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The Not-So-Bitter Sam Girl

Let me first establish that I love Sam Winchester with everything in me. I eat, sleep, drink,and dream Sam Winchester. Often times, like many Sam girls, I feel like he is treated unfairly, and that makes me bitter, but I read a lot of the meta from other Sam girls, but I don’t agree with a lot of what you all are bitter about. Let me also say, that I love Dean too. The brother’s relationship is the only reason I am addicted to this show. I couldn't care less about the monsters and most side characters to be honest, but I definitely favor Sam. I have only been watching the show, via Netflix, for just under a year, but I am a CHRONIC re-watcher. There isn’t an episode or season I havent watched at least 15 times, and some more than 40 times (yes its a sickness) the only episodes I dont watch much are Bitten and Bloodlines. I will try to explain my view on some of the most common things I see bitter Sam girls write about, and hopefully give a new perspective. WARNING: This is indeed long, you may scroll through and read topics of interest, and feel free to send me an ask or a message about anything you would like to debate or discuss further :)

Dean gets more air time! From my point of view, I will agree this is the case, but not throughout the whole series. A prime example is the S4 episode In The Beginning, when Sam is only in the first 45 seconds of the episode. I dont consider this the show favoring Dean, but the knowledge that it was in a time when no one was sure if Jared could continue do to his mental health. He had a breakdown during the filming of Mystery Spot, and things were rocky for a while. I don’t know what was going on during the time of In The Beginning, but it’s quite possible that Jared needed time off. Granted there are no episodes were Dean is only in 45 seconds of, but they probably don’t like do episodes that the boys dont share time, after all, the show is about them both. The Panic Room! Yes, definitely the panic room! It might be the first time I felt my bitter Sam girl come out. How DARE they lock him in a room to detox alone??? It tore my heart out! But on one hand, it was an extremely Sam heavy episode. We got to see inside his head through his hallucinations, which up till then, we’d only see glimpses. It was hard for me to piece together what exactly was going on with Sam in S4 until this episode. It was confusing. On one hand he had been his normal, cute, nerdy, sensitive self, but hiding his baddass, sexy, dark side. Up till then i thought he just didn’t want Dean to be angry with him for what he was doing, but then I realized, he was genuinely addicted to the demon blood, and didn’t want Dean to know because he’d want him (make him) stop, and he also feared Dean would hate him like a monster. He felt like he disappointed everyone he loved, even himself, and coming off felt like torture. (hence the Alistair hallucination) So story wise, we needed for him to be alone this time so WE the viewers would see what all he felt, which he may not have, if Dean sat with him to comfort him. And having dealt with addicted people personally, I know that sometimes, an addict will use their addiction for the sole purpose of having someone sit and suffer with them, which sometimes makes the addiction worse. However, the second time Sam was left to suffer alone in the panic room was 100% uncalled for (S5 My Bloody Valentine) If the writers wanted to show how bad Sam’s problem was affecting Dean, which Im sure it was... he could have prayed that prayer while holding Sam through the detox, and it would have been 1000 times more powerful. So this one, I am bitter as well. Soulless Sam wasn’t that bad!! No, he wasn’t. I actually really enjoyed him! He was definitely hornier than our normal Sam, less inhibited, snarkier, funnier, but still, not quite Sam. Why would Dean be so freaked out? Well, we’ll overlook Sam allowing him to be turned by the vamps, because Dean felt creeped out before then. So consider the fact that dozens of years, Sam and Dean were glued to each others hips for the most part. Especially when John left them alone as children, and since Sam was back from Stanford, and now, he was back from Hell, no one knew how, and not his normal self at all. Dean, being Sam’s soulmate, knew something was wrong, and at first was scared that maybe it was still Lucifer in Sam’s vessel. That to me, sounds like it could be scary. Think just for a moment, if the person you love the most, that you thought was dead, is suddenly back but not anything like they used to be. This would be terrible, especially if you thought there was a good chance they were actually Satan wearing their body. Once Dean knew it was actually Sam, but without a soul, he could have lightened up a bit. Yes, I think so too, BUT Sam was still not anything like what Dean loved about his brother. Sam didnt love him back, didnt even care about him, he was Sam otherwise, but i dont blame Dean for wanting to get Sam’s soul back, especially with the knowledge that he could be fine, so long as he doesn’t regain the memories. And even if he did, there’s a good chance he could fix him. Dean did act irrationally, wont argue, but we know they are both irrationally co dependent on each other, and if the tables were turned, Sam would have done something equally irrational to get Dean back. (As we see in About a Boy when Sam wasnt in favor of Dean being 14 so that the Mark was gone. He’d be willing to take Dean back, Mark included, so long as Dean was the Dean he knew and loved today) The narrative is heavily in Dean’s Favor! No, I dont think so. Occasionally yes, but for the most part no. When bitter Sam girls see Dean scolding or berating Sam for being wrong about something, most of the time Sam isn’t wrong about the thing. We see it, and most people see it, so the narrative makes Dean look like a douche. Yes, there are Dean girls that throw Sam hate all the time, but they’re not the majority. They’re just loud on Tumblr. Honestly, in real life, Dean girls, just like Dean’s looks, or personality better than Sam’s and thats simply taste. Tall, long haired, sweet, intelligent, badass, nerds arent everyone’s favorite flavor (dont know how that’s possible but....) thats fine, but ive yet to come across a real life Sam hater. Theres some on tumblr and occasionally some might give Jared grief at a conference, but again, thats not the majority. And I see bitter Sam girls also throw the same hate Dean’s way too. But anyway, getting off point. Dean has always been “its not what you do but who you are” and Sam has always been “its not who you are but what you do” from early on. And we all know Sam’s view is better. Sam is always willing to talk, and give people/monsters a chance to choose good. Dean has only recently agreed to go that route too, but will still think “monster” first and then bend Sam’s direction. killing Sam’s friend Amy in S7 just because she was a monster, was a huge douche move on Dean’s part and everyone thought so Im sure. It was also the last time Dean killed someone for just that reason. Sam’s view of situations like that have always been to give the monster the benefit of the doubt if they wanted to be good, from the beginning, so that narrative has always been in Sam’s favor. Dean was mad that Sam’s happy memories didn’t include him!! Not true. Dean may have been disappointed that Sam’s happy Thanksgiving memory was at someone elses house, but after that, Sam’s best memories were Deans worst. That’s what upset him. Not that Dean wasnt in them, but they were terrible times for him. When Sam was alone in Flagstaff with his dog, Dean was home worried sick that Sam was dead because he ran off while he was watching him. “And when Dad got home....” Dean probably got his ass beat. When Sam went off to Stanford, Dean says it was one of the worst nights of his life. Zachariah was manipulating their memories so it could appear they were happier without each other. Sam didnt get to see the part when he and Dean shot off the fireworks, only the part of Dean’s life when he was happy with Mom. I am sure that if they got to explore more of their heaven, they would have found plenty of memories that were just those two. The writers feminize Sam and make him the Damsel in Distress!! Lord, I have seen HUGE meta on this and I disagree with so much. The male/female formula when there are two protagonists is a common formula to use. This is true, but it is not the only formula to use and its not always Sam that is feminized. Other formulas are the classic comedic/tragic, the big one/the small one, the smart one/the dumb one, light/dark, good cop/ bad cop and so on. The brother have fallen into all these formulas at different times. Sam has a few feminine qualities, it’s true, he cries sometimes and he’s generally nicer than Dean, he has long hair, compassionate and empathetic, he isnt as “butch” as Dean and is conscious of his diet. Dean also has feminine qualities, he cooks, cleans, and irons their clothes. He is very much a nurturer, not only to Sam but to Kevin, Garth and Charlie as well. Dean is much more physical than Sam is. Dean is usually the one initiating the bro hugs, and its not likely that the “Dean is bisexual” thing, would be a thing, if he initiated as many manhugs as Sam has. He cries more than Sam does, he admitted to have enjoyed wearing women’s underwear, loves chick flicks, and said “All women lie about their age” and Sam said “Wait, you told our waitress you’re 29″ and Dean said “Yes”. Often times Sam and Dean are paralleled with married couples, but not always, sometimes its siblings, sometimes best friends, sometimes Rocky and Bullwinkle LOL... but not always male/female, in fact, in the parallel of John and Mary Winchester, Sam is John and Dean is mom. Sam was named after their grandfather, and Dean after their grandmother.

Also, Sam is NOT a Damsel in Distress! My friend went through S1 thru 11 and counted how many times each saved the other, and Dean only beats Sam by 3 saves. Ahead by 3 out of 240 (some episodes have more than one salvation scene, some have none or they save each other) episodes is well within the margin of error and it means neither one is a damsel in distress. HOWEVER Tumblr makes Sam overly feminine! But that’s a whole other rant. Season 8 was a horror fest of Sam hate! Omg is so was NOT! i felt there was more love from Dean towards Sam than any season before it. This season was an emotional roller coaster between the boys, its by far one of my favorite seasons (5 and 11 are my other faves) but i think all the meta written about being a Carver catastrophe and trying to explain WHY it wasnt OOC for Sam to not look for Dean, made some of you not watch the season, or at least, not all of the season, or watched it after reading the meta and thus missed the whole point. However I will agree, like even Jared did, that Sam not looking for Dean definitely was OOC for Sam, especially only knowing what we knew in the beginning. Sam went right away to the promise the boys made not to look for each other, even though he knew Dean looked for him when he went to Hell. It was very OOC for Sam to at least try to make sure Dean was dead first, he had no idea where he was, there was no blood or body, just black goo. Take into consideration that 1) It has been said that S8 was going a different route, but the producers decided to change it, so it’s likely there was more to that story than we actually got. 2) it was the beginning of the season and neither we, nor Jared knew that Sam would later say “I lost my brother a few months back, and my world imploded and everything rained down on me, and i ran” None of us knew that before hand, and Dean was never even told. All he was really told was that Sam was alone, and didnt know what to do so he fixed up the Impala, and just drove. Took time to enjoy the good things, and get a dog and a girlfriend and a home in Texas. Will I will agree that Dean didnt have the right to berate Sam, but he had every right to be hurt and feel betrayed. Sam later turned the table and berated Dean for having Benny. Again, Sam had the right to feel hurt and betrayed, but had no right to berate him, but since they both griefed each other about how they spent the last year, Ill call them both even. This fight that was nothing less than watching a married couple fighting over each other cheating, but once Sam decides to stay with Dean, and Dean cuts ties with Benny, the boys relationship is beautiful again. I say there was so much love shown even in their fighting because we learned part of the depth in which they love each other. Not unlike a married couple.” Don’t ever let someone be more important than me” And though I know, at the end of S8 when Sam was reminded of his “failure” by Dean, Sam was ready to die, but in the middle when the trails are about to start, Dean recalls what kind of life Sam wanted, and was ready to die so Sam could have it. Watch Trial and Error, I think its a great place to see where the boy’s heads are at, at that point in the season. Dean had no right to trick Sam into letting Gadreel possess him! Absolutely true, he had no right to do that, but Dean knew it too. He knew Sam would never agree to such a thing, and he would rather die. But Dean JUST saved his life back at the church, despite that good that would come of if it Sam finished the trials. This didnt matter to Dean anymore if he didn’t have Sam beside him. It wasn’t like Swan Song... now he KNEW what life without Sam was like and didnt want to do it again. Now he sees that Sam is moments from dying, and has an option... a bad option, but an option. He acted in sheer panic. I cant honestly say I wouldnt do that either. But immediately after, Dean had regrets and fears. Did he make the right call? Was this angel gonna take Sam over or tear him apart? Dean wrestled with this every episode till they finally got Gadreel out. He knew Gadreel taking over and killing Kevin was his own fault and whatever backlash was coming from Sam, he deserved. Now after this I fully understand Sam’s hurt 100% and I think he was even hurt that Dean chose to leave afterwards, but his words at the end of The Purge hurt me for Dean’s sake. Not “Same circumstances, I wouldnt” because of course he wouldnt do the same thing. But telling Dean theres no upside to him being alive, and how Dean tells himself that he does more good than bad, but he doesnt, and “Ill hand it you, you;re willing to do the sacrificing, as long as you’re not the one being hurt” was crushing. Dean has always been hurt in his sacrificing, it was like Sam forgot Dean sacrificing his soul for Sam to live and spending 40 years in hell. So, where I will agree Dean says some crappy things, Sam has been guilty of that too. Both have every right to feel what they feel, but that doesnt give them the right to do or say whatever they want. Dean always gets friends and Sam doesnt! Now this I think is basically their make up, not a narrative bias. Sam learned in S1, Skin that friends are a liability and having them in their line of work, puts them in danger. Sam is kind and compassionate and the one who talks to the victims and witnesses with care so they trust him, but he doesnt try to pull them closer, to be friends, because he knows its dangerous for them, as he explained to Adam in Jump the Shark. Dean knows this too, but he needs people. He makes friends and tried to have a family outside the job... it never works out, but he still tries. I think Jody is more drawn to Sam, and probably even Rowena, it also looks like Mary is more drawn to Sam, but Sam is still leary of being close to people. I dont think this has anything to do with the writers wanting us to think Dean is more likable, but to see that the boys need different things. Like Dean has a lot of sex, he needs physical, Sam doesn’t he needs verbal. This is why he has conversations with everyone. Dean has more dialogue than Sam! He does, often times, I guess if its measured, Dean has probably had more onscreen lines than Sam, but I think they make up for that by giving Sam the bigger story arcs. They give Jared the harder roles to act. Dean’s arcs are almost always the same, he is either more violent, or less violent, whereas Sam has been possessed numerous times, went through addiction and withdrawal, Soullessness, fighting against himself, and acting along side his own different personas, insanity, twice, hallucinations,severe physical illness, loss of loved ones, sexual assault, and torture, torture, and more torture. He’s been as weak as a child and yet the biggest badass on the show ever. Dont think because Dean says more that Sam doesnt impact the show just as much, if not more. If both shared the same character arcs, it would be monotonous, if Dean didnt have more dialogue than Sam, compared to Sam’s story lines, Dean would look like the antagonist. Oh trust me, I wish every episode was Sam centric, but its not, thats not how the show works, and I have accepted that. I know I missed many more, but I tried to hit all the ones I see the most meta on. i just want all you Sam girls (Bitter or not) to know that not every Sam girl has gotten as negative of a view as many of you have. Feel free to add to this if you want to, I welcome opposing view points too :)

#supernatural #sam winchester #sam girl #not so bitter sam girl #sam love #dean love

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