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I was gonna reply to your tweet asking for Lilith head canons but it just turned into a rambling gift. So, here you go! Ideas all for you to do with as you please:
Lilith, in her loneliness moments, struggles with her identity. She has never lived on Earth like her sinners or Heaven's winners. She isn't an angel nor is she a demon/Hell-born. Say she never died in the Fall, she feels extra isolated by the fact that no other human has lived as long as her; for even Adam experienced death like every other human after him.
Assuming Eve was created from Adam's rib, both Lilith and Adam have complicated feelings about being made from dust. Sometimes they don’t feel human enough because they weren’t organically born/ have parents or childhoods to recall. In their darkest times, they think of themselves as the angel’s science experiments or toys, not as humans. They resent sharing this mutual understanding, but strangely feel comforted by it.
Lucifer is jealous that Adam can relate to Lilith in a way no other soul in Creation can. There comes a day when Adam tells Lilith he’s realized they’re the only ‘things’ in all of Creation made of Earth’s dust; time has passed but he just found out that Eve was organically grown from his rib. Lucifer finds his word choice disrespectful and offensive. And instead of correcting Adam, Lilith begins to share her own revelations. Lucifer, disapproving of how the conversation is spiraling and how Lilith is being pulled away from him, while also still being traumatized by Lilith’s disappearance with Ozzie [check the snippet below], ends the meeting in the Embassy early.
One day, Asmodeus and Lilith randomly disappeared for a month (longer if you wanna extend Lucifer losing his mind/ yearning for his wife). Asmodeus had just started experimenting with his realm-traveling crystals and Lilith often came by to observe his progress. Lucifer was furious at him when it was revealed that Asmodeus accidentally transported them to Earth and didn’t know how to get back. But both Lucifer and Oz had no clue that Lilith damaged/hid the crystal before Oz woke up to stay on Earth. She had never seen it outside of Eden and felt an ache to explore/ spy on the nearby human town. She feels wretched about not feeling remorseful for her actions. But after that event, Lucifer has his suspicions when Lilith expresses more interest in the crystals and tries to reassure her that living in Hell doesn’t erase the human in her. Ultimately, Lucifer’s fear of Lilith sneaking off to Earth without him mirrors Lilith’s worry of losing Lucifer to Heaven as she too has noticed how he sometimes yearns for his former home.
I’d like to think Charlie’s birth and status as the only nephilim, finally remedies Lilith’s darker identity spirals. Whereas her shared complicated feelings with Adam felt 'strangely' comforting, Charlie’s feels natural and exciting. Lilith grows to feel *cough* prideful *cough* of her uniqueness alongside Charlie as she grows up. And despite the tragedy of Vaggie’s abandonment by Heaven, Lilith sees how having another fallen angel in Hell heals something in Lucifer. When any of them feel insecure about what it means to be a certain something (human/ angel/ nephilim), they have each other to hold through those darker nights.
Okay, so the headcanon is ✨identity issues ✨ lol.
okay so legit might have to write a fic based on lilith sneaking off to earth these are BRILLIANT thank u anon 🥺
Art inspired by alstroemeriatea’s fic come inside and be with me (alone with me)
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AHHHHHH FANART OF 'COME INSIDE' GO FOLLOW OOMFIE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
Me: How can I make this about Lucilith
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I’ve been extremely inspired by one of your fics ( come inside and be with me) and did a fanart of one of the scenes. I wanted to check in with you if it would be okay to post it and credit your fic with a link? It is a nsfw image so I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.
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Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics (or chapters, if you don't have 10 fics), then attempt to tag 10 people!
(all of these are destiel)
asperges me (4k canon divergence)
It’s strange, Dean thinks, looking down at Cas, this reversal of their roles. It’s not that it feels wrong per se, but it’s new, and newness is always accompanied by an adjustment period. Normally it’s him who’s on his knees, looking up at Cas with something akin to worship in his eyes, never the other way around. Although, he supposes, it’s more of an inversion of their positions rather than a reversal of their roles; Cas might be the one kneeling between his spread legs, but Dean, knuckles white where he grips the arms of his chair, is the one having to make the concerted effort not to squirm under the weight of the other’s heavy gaze.
something magic about you (9k 1950s circus au)
THE MAGNIFICENT CASTIEL NOVAK , the newspaper headline practically screams, the words splashed across the front page. The black and white photos beneath it look as though they’re about to come to life, dynamic in a way that feels foreign to photography. “At only 25 years of age,” the article reads, “magician Castiel Novak is already making a name for himself across the nation with his show-stopping, revolutionary performances.”
Dean tosses the newspaper back onto the desk with a scowl. “Seriously, Gabe?” he asks, crossing his arms. “This guy?”
pi(e) (3k bakery au meet cute)
The bell tinkles above Castiel’s head as he opens the door. Stepping inside, away from the bitter cold and biting wind, he’s welcomed, ushered into the warmth, by the sweet scents of buttery, sugary pastries and the tart tang of fruit and berries being cooked. He casts a cursory glance around, taking in the cheery space- there are tables with mismatched chairs that, despite clearly being from different sets, somehow compliment each other, artsy photos of pies, along with strings of tiny fairy lights on the walls, the pops of color from berries bursting out of golden brown crusts standing out against the cream colored paint.
snow angels (4k canon divergence)
The Bunker is eerily quiet when Castiel steps into the hallway, careful to keep his steps soft, something he’s never had to worry about before now. Most of the lights are off, all signs of life shelved for the night. As he pads down the hallway, he pauses in front of Dean’s door, pressing his ear to the wood. It’s quiet, no sounds of restless movement, and there’s no light coming from the small space between it and the floor. Odd, perhaps, as he knows Dean doesn’t sleep much, but he sends up a silent prayer of thanks that he’s finally getting some much needed rest.
fall on your knees (o hear the angel voices) (6k no supernatural christmas au)
Pulling the small leather pouch out of its hiding spot at the bottom of his suitcase, Cas stares longingly at the booklet of rolling papers. God, he would give anything to smoke a joint right now. There’s not enough time for him to smoke, shower, and get ready for Mass, not to mention the fact that if Mom catches so much as a whiff of what might be weed, there’ll be hell to pay. Despite the fact that it’s legal and he’s a grown ass adult, thank you very much.
love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling (21k post canon fix it)
Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, and Domine non sum dignus should be on the lips and in the hearts of those who receive it.
- Oscar Wilde
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When all is said and done, Dean goes on a drive.
fake it til you make it (15k fake dating au)
Castiel stares morosely at the blinking cursor on the mostly blank document in front of him. Just when he had finally figured out the direction he wanted to take the next installment, he found himself unable to write more than a couple paragraphs, if that, in a day. Not to mention that for the past week or so, ‘writing’ has consisted of typing a couple hundred unsatisfactory words, then deleting a thousand. One step forward, seven steps back, or whatever the saying is.
resurrexit, alleluia (2k canon compliant lazarus rising coda)
Et valde mane una sabbatorum, veniunt ad momentum, orto jam sole, alleluia / And very early in the morning, the first day of the week, they came to the sepulcher, the sun being now risen, alleluia
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Dean takes a deep breath, stale air flooding his lungs. Despite the slightly sour taste it leaves on his tongue, he can’t get enough of it. His chest rises and falls with each blessed breath.
He opens his eyes.
to thine own self be true (30k accidental mating omegaverse)
The first thing Dean notices is how sore he is. All over, but especially his quads. It’s too early to care, though, so he closes his eyes and moves closer to the warm body pressed up behind him. A bare arm wraps around his waist, pulling him even closer.
Dean’s eyes shoot open. He scrambles back, narrowly avoiding falling completely off the bed. There’s a guy in his bed. A very hot, very alpha, very naked guy. What the fuck.
time means nothing to an eternal being (2k canon divergence)
Day One
Normally, the Mark on Castiel’s arm is nothing but a dull ache. While annoying, it’s easy to handle, easy to push away the quiet voice suggesting how nice it would feel to run someone through with a blade.
It gets worse, Dean had told him.
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the only excuse I see from people who think it's okay to give fanfic writers unsolicited criticism is "if writers can't handle criticism, they should not be posting their works online" and tbh I think it's such a weak, pathetic excuse to be entitled.
someone not wanting unsolicited criticism on something they do for themself — for fun, as a form of self-care — out of love and passion has nothing to do with whether or not they can handle criticism. because we're not talking about a job they get paid to do. we're talking about a damn fanfiction. a hobby. something writers do in their free time as their source of comfort and getaway.
it's their art. not yours. it can be whatever and however an author wants it to be.
instead of trying to justify your action by gaslighting writers — whose works you read for free — that they "should be able to handle unsolicited criticism", ask yourself why you feel the need to go to someone's fic, read it, and then complain about things you don't like when you can always quietly leave if you don't have anything nice to say.
"can fanfic writers handle unsolicited criticism?" "can you learn basic manners and how not to be entitled?"
either respect artists or shut the fuck up forever.
i don’t think the jatp fandom as a whole discusses how comforting wake up as a song is
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“wake up if it’s all you do” is exactly what ive needed to hear several times before (esp when i was going through an especially bad depressive episode)
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