Prince Stolas Goetia

Stolas, as penned by Asta (30+) Under 18? GTFO. Do not interact, do not read. This blog will occasionally explore darker themes, including loneliness, obsession, taught superiority complexes, racism, nature vs nurture, and sexual themes. In short: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Multiverse friendy, multiship, AU friendly. I'm also down to RP Stolas at whatever point in his timeline. I just love the Bird Nerd. OC friendly. My DMs and asks are open! I'm not mutuals-exclusive! I don't follow everyone I interact with.

[astr-owl-ogist]

Rules/OOC notes

TL;DR: Don't be a minor and don't be a jerk out of character. Talk to me about what you want. Let's be kind to ourselves and to each other.

Details under the readmore.

Edits: 5/26/25: Clarified a few things, corrected a little grammar, emphasis on my limit on Paimon/Octavia because I got asked for Stolas/Octavia and (hurgh) absolutely not.

Hi, I’m Asta, 30+. I have a full-time adult job doing science. Writing is my creative outlet to keep me sane, but my life often leaves me too exhausted to write and Stolas must be shoved back into the locker like the nerd he is for a while.

Anyone under 18 please do NOT follow, read, or interact with me. I can't have it on my conscience.

Stolas is a depressed demon from Hell. There will be sex, alcohol, drugs mentioned, demons, depression and other mental illnesses including suicidal ideation, canon cheating, divorce, potential polyamory, discussion of toxic relationships, sex, hardcore kinks, bullying, uncaring parents, blood and sexual body fluids, violence, death, being indifferent to murder, and OTHER adult/serious topics. CW tags for depression, suicide, kink, and sexual activities will not be lying. More intense things like sexual/violent scenes with be under read mores. Please inform me if you need a specific cw tag! Such as pregnancy.

Muse does not mean player. Muses can hold terrible/incorrect opinions or hate other muses. This is not personal between players. Communication outside of the story is key.

This is a multiship account, each romance taking place in a different miniverse unless there is a consensual polyamory ship or scripted cheated event happening. Unless discussed beforehand or a canon event, however, I don't casually write cheating. I may to open to a dramatic storyline, but only with planning.

I am NOT mutuals exclusive! Anyone can hit me up for plotting!

Anonymous is on because I love questions and m!as that amuse me, and bullies trying to make me feel bad for RPing this character only fuel my aggressive urge to be kind.

I will RP Stolas at any point in his timeline or even discuss AUs. I am working on a list of times/AUs I am RPing so that I can go back and easily read threads, but am open to write from youth to dying.

Icons are not necessary and I often don't use them, unless I need to portray a specific image I'm trying to describe. No offense to anyone with extensive icon lists, but I only make them as-needed because I just don't have time to. My hobby is writing, not image editing.

I love the fancy-format stuff--it adds a layer of depth to certain characters' writing--but I'm terrible at it so stick to what I know. I like to pretend it sets the mood for my wordy birdy.

OCs are wonderful! Canon characters are great! I love crossover stuff (Aziraphale and Stolas need a secret book club)! Canon divergent canon characters are lovely! I just want to write!

I reserve the right to suddenly end threads or even to stop RPing with a mun or block them if things have gone way too far, but there will be clear communication from me about the reasons why. I will not simply vanish unless someone has that stated as their preference.

Multimuse accounts that do not have a solid theme will not be followed, sorry, but I'm still perfectly okay with interacting with them. What I mean by theme: A family, the three Vees, two characters exploring different aspects of the same concept, hive minds, and more. It's a Me thing. If I am RPing or looking to interact with an account I do not follow they are added to a private list of links I check regularly for relevant or interesting posts to interact with, and I will be notified of any replies or tags.

This also applies to accounts that post too often or do not cut posts so that I can't follow along on my dash on mobile. I love the enthusiasm but I don't have time for all the scrolling on my tiny phone. Also I will unfollow if your posts break my app, but it doesn't mean I don't want to interact.

I try to use my Likes section to keep track of things I need to reply to or will be inspired by. After I am through writing a draft I unlike the thread again. My likes are public to show what's going on. Please let me know if you think something should be there!

Please block me if you feel the need to. I respect everyone's right to block me on the grounds that Stolas gives them the ick or I do. People should curate a space that brings them joy. People should NOT try to take joy from others. If we have been interacting I would appreciate the courtesy of being told what has happened, what I did wrong, etc so I may take the feedback and contemplate if I feel adjustments are needed. Again: Communication is sexy and cool and all the good kissers do it.

Yes, I have discord but rarely RP there. I primarily use it for communication and smothering my friends with pictures of my small dog. (Her name is Willow, she is wanted for federal crimes in 12 states.)

Yes, I ship Stolitz in canon. But this is not direct canon so I'll write shippy things with anyone who wants to and I've clicked with. Even alternate Stolas portrayals--they're pretty birds, let them messy kiss.

The only canon characters I 100% refuse to ship Stolas with are Paimon and Octavia, for reasons I hope are obvious.

RP is automatically AU, so like. Be free with plans and plots!

I give blanket permission for anyone with artistic aspirations or inspirations to use my writing as inspiration for artworks, I just ask to be shown! Sharing the works further will be based on artist preferences.

I will play pwp, one shots, epic plotlines, anything. Smut from romantic sweetness to hatefucking, carefully crafted storylines, random hilarious and spontaneous scenes. True love to one night stand hookups to entire adventure sagas. Two or three paragraphs at least, ideally, because this is dashboard RP not chatroom.

Kink is fine! I have my hard limits, as does the bird, which have yet to become relevant. I'm pretty open-minded about lovers exploring sensation and emotion so even if I don't share a kink I may write it.

I’m human. You are human. Let’s be kind. To ourselves and each other.

I will add more or modify my comments/notes/rules as needed.

[astr-owl-ogist]

I am not going to help you further a harassment campaign which is based on events that have been communicated through and have no new evidence of wrongdoing to support.

Leave me alone. I can’t emphasize this enough, and I am asking nicely. Please leave me alone. Please leave me out of your vendetta. I am not involved.

[astr-owl-ogist]

You’re all wrong. Olives belong to the culinary group known as ‘icky’, which is part of the ‘yuck’ family and a close relative of the infamous ‘gross’ and ‘why do people eat these’ groups. Products derived from them also are included, such as olive oil.

Hope that helps.

[astr-owl-ogist]

Someone in my asks is like “you’ve never had a good one then” and I assure you there are no good ones. I was handed a freshly harvested olive from a small batch organic farmer, and I’d like to emphasize this part, in Greece where they kind of know olives. And I still couldn’t eat it. It was disgusting and I had to spit it into the trash where olives belong.

I understand taste is not universal but I cannot fathom why people enjoy olives. I’m not trying to yuck your yum, though. Enjoy them! Far away from me, though, because the smell of even olive oil smells like dusty, rotting fruit to me.

[astr-owl-ogist]

You’re all wrong. Olives belong to the culinary group known as ‘icky’, which is part of the ‘yuck’ family and a close relative of the infamous ‘gross’ and ‘why do people eat these’ groups. Products derived from them also are included, such as olive oil.

Hope that helps.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

[Pea-fowl temptation!]

I will be married to the next person in my ask for three days.

"I hope you are prepared to live up to my standards." If he thought Stella was something-

[astr-owl-ogist]

"I'll do my very best to make sure you're completely satisfied by my performance as your husband."

"The first matter, I suppose, is what time shall we dine? I like a later repast, perhaps eight?"

[blitzbuckz]

𝟔𝟗 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝟑!!!

[astr-owl-ogist]

Nice.

[astr-owl-ogist]

//Where have I been? Working and houseworking and studying for a super important certification test later this month. I’m not gone, I’m just… tired. So tired.

[slayermoon92]

I am once again begging and pleading to people who don't like evil people in their shows to stop watching the everybody is evil show

[astr-owl-ogist]

If you want to catch Blitzo red handed. What color would his hands be right now?

“It depends on what we just finished doing. Lube is available in many colors and white is always a separate option.”

Stolas was apparently feeling a bit saucy.

[gremlininho]

looking. at you

[tartaeya]

i think there is a difference between a knowingly flawed character and a thematically uncomfortable character and knowing the difference is half the battle

[tartaeya]

knowingly flawed character: this character has traits that the author deliberately put in to show they have nuance and aren't perfect as a person. this will put them at odds with some readers and endear them to others, depending on them as people, and that's good!

thematically uncomfortable character: oh boy the author has some Beliefs

[toranoya]

Jayael had been listening intently, his expression gradually softening as Stolas spoke of soldiers, servants, and the value of lives often overlooked. By the end of it, there was a quiet warmth in his eyes.

“Of course that never sat right with you,” he said gently, lifting his glass slightly. “You always noticed the people others stepped over.” A faint smile touched his beak.

“And for what it is worth, your understanding of soldiers explains why they followed you so faithfully. A commander who remembers names is remembered in return.”

At the shift in topic, however, his brow lifted.

Then he laughed, deep and rich, unexpectedly unguarded.

“Saving nerds from rogue wine bottles?” Jayael repeated with mock offense, placing a hand against his chest. “A grievous reduction of my heroic deeds.” He shook his head with amused disbelief before settling back into his chair.

“Outside of duty…” He actually had to think about it. “I fence, though not for combat anymore. There is something satisfying about practicing precision without the expectation of blood.” He idly traced the rim of his wine glass with a claw. “I collect old texts and star charts. Maps as well. I have always liked things that suggest there is still somewhere left to discover.” His eyes shifted back toward Stolas, softening.

“And…” A slight smile. “I cook. Poorly. No one ever realizes because no one survives long enough to criticize the food.”

A pause.

Then the corner of his beak twitched.

“That was a joke.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“And you? Besides writing novels in secret, studying impossible subjects, and nearly assassinating yourself with wine bottles?”

[@astr-owl-ogist

[astr-owl-ogist]

Oh shit, that laughter brought a smile and a faint flush to Stolas' white face. That was a dangerous sound. The fallen prince could see how he could want to hear it often.

The color only deepened when Jayael waxed philosophically about his interests. Looking for discoveries, quite romantic in the classic sense of adventures. Hidden secrets, new discoveries...

His face turned bright red when the duke called out his writing hobby, though. "I, er. I don't know what you mean about novels. I've.." He coughed (elegantly into his napkin). "I.. may have a written a few scenes to pass the time, but never a coherent novel with plot hooks and the proper story beats. Though the idea has occurred to me recently that it could be a source of income."

Stolas considered the question. "But regarding hobbies, I miss my gardens. Even the humble herb garden I maintained personally. I quite enjoy plants, I believe humans have placed 'herbology' as a topic to question me about if they summoned me. It's hard to have time or a safe place to grow anything in the apartment I'm currently living in, anything left outside would be smashed or stolen."

He laughed faintly. "I supposed my current hobbies are mostly learning how to survive without wealth or power. What commoner foods I can eat, how to prepare them. Tinned fish and fresh wild-caught mice and rats are frequent fare." Stolas' voice was slowly becoming more animated. "It's a bit exhilarating when my traps in the alley have worked! I bought them early on, you see, to save my friends from having to chase rats down. We made a live-catch trap for mice, and bought neck-breaking rat traps. We check them daily, looking for the free harvest of the city's pests. Sometimes they don't look safe to eat, but usually they look fat and healthy! A quick wash, a boil to sanitize and cook..."

He realized he might be saying too much over a nice meal. Instead he changed topics after a sip of wine. "Well, er, what sorts of things do you like to cook? I've come to learn there are very different techniques for different types of food preparation."

[devilradio]

Alastor looked at photo that was presented to him, tilting head and trying to figure out where he had seen her before while he listened to this sob story. It was worth noting that he had a daughter though. If this didn't turn out well, Alastor could always go find this girl and become her new 'father figure' but for now he will be sticking to his current plan.

He looked between the photo and Stolas when the taller demon had started to look at his phone, examining his facial expression and if they matched his words. Oh.. he was really starting to piece together the kind of person Stolas really was.

" My, what a predicament you find yourself in." he noted, looking back up at the taller, " seeking out the Morningstars because you have no power to help your daughter yourself. Wouldn't you like to protect her, hm?~ I'm sure it would mean a lot more if you arrive to the rescue~ "

" Just think about it.. this Octavia is likely to believe that you abandoned her and naturally your ex-wife would take advantage of her state, convincing her of things that aren't true. "

and then he makes two puppets appear that he pulls on stings in plain view of the taller. One was of Octavia, sad and all alone while Stella was the other moving in to comfort her. " Daddy lies. " he spoke for the Stella, doing quite a good impression of her, " Daddy never loved you. Daddy chose an affair over you but not to worry, " the Stella puppet wrapped arms around the Octavia one, " mother is right here. You can tell mother anything~ "

and he switches to speaking for the Octavia puppet, " thank you so much, mother. We may not always get along but you are here for me in my time of need and that's what matters. " the puppets hug it out and then disappear.

" Do you understand what I'm saying?" Alastor returns back to his normal charming radio voice, " Lucifer could protect her, sure but he isn't her father. She needs you to show her that you actually care, not just say you do, and what better way to do so than to fight for her yourself?~ "

[astr-owl-ogist]

Stolas watched the puppet show, his face clearly showing his emotions and occasionally he bit back protests of how this puppet version of Stella depicted him.

When the show completed his crimson eyes, filled softly with tears, turned to the sinner. After a long moment he would ask in a subdued, tired voice. "What.. do you suggest then, Alastor? While I have a decent right hook the man I fear may harm her is a Goetic Marquis with mastery of ice. I got lucky the first time I jumped him, and beating his face bloody, crushing him under a massive boulder of his precious element was satisfying and all but ultimately pointless. A little regeneration, a little power, and he had me devoured by an ice dragon."

He put the phone away in his pocket, his gaze turning to the staircase. "I can't truly fight him, let alone be seen as a threat to keep him in line. Not for a hundred years."

[astr-owl-ogist]

//In case anyone had any questions:

Minors are allowed to exist, minors are allowed to RP, but I am deeply uncomfortable seeing minor muns in adult spaces. This doesn't mean NSFW RP, I mean RPing with adult writers at all, point blank.

Minors RPing with minors? FINE. Minors RPing with adults? NOT FINE.

If an adult player is knowingly interacting with minors I will NOT interact with that adult player.

[toranoya]

Krix watched Gustav go with absolutely zero subtlety, his grin widening as the butler’s tail curled over his shoulder. He gave a low, amused purr under his breath. “Ohhh, that was deliberate,” he murmured to himself, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t do a coat flare like that by accident, handsome.”

Then movement from the opposite doorway caught his attention.

Krix looked up and blinked.

Stolas looked completely different from the hastily-thrown-together disaster of robes and swim trunks from earlier. Put together, elegant, all sharp lines and rich fabrics and quiet confidence. The ermine draped over his shoulders, the silver at his throat, the tiny peek of feathers—

Krix tilted his head. “Damn.” He sat up straighter, resting an elbow on the table and propping his chin in his hand. “Okay, hold on.” He pointed dramatically. “Where was this guy earlier? I get strangled by murder-vines and rescue-bird shows up dressed like he lost a fight with his closet.” A crooked smile spread across his face. “Now you actually look like a Prince.”

His eyes dropped to the clothes he was wearing and he tugged lightly at the sleeve. “And seriously?” He looked back at Stolas with a brighter, more genuine smile. “I can keep this?”

For a moment the joking dipped, replaced by honest surprise.

“Nobody’s really just given me stuff before.”

[@astr-owl-ogist

[astr-owl-ogist]

Stolas moved and sat at the table with practiced simple elegance that emanated from his bearing. "I had just finished a full preen. Each individual feather gets combed so that the barbs lay properly and receive a little oil moisturizer one by one. Given the quantity of my feathers it takes a sizable amount of time and effort. I was moonbathing as I rested from the effort and allowing the oils to soak in." He grinned a bit, playful. "You seemed to be in quite a bit of distress, Krix. I thought you'd appreciate being rescued before my plants could strangle the breath out of youm or take a bite of your undercarriage. Next time I could ensure I was dressed properly first if you'd prefer. You don't mind waiting two to five business days for the Prince to appear properly polished and ready to perform his duties, right?"

He smiled, the tired sadness being further pushed out of his face for the moment. "Of course you may have them. My staff keeps a small stock of different casual clothing in case one of them needs something fast, given the hours they devote to working for me taking up much of the time shops are open. Mary Jo probably put together options that seemed to be to your taste."

Gustav returned pushing a tidy little black cart with a cloche-covered plate. He presented the plate to Stolas and lifted the cover to reveal several roasted rodents elegantly presented next to some carefully arranged steamed vegetables. The imp received a small nod; Stolas' position forbade him overtly thanking his staff for service, but he did his best to show appreciation in small ways. Stolas would also be presented with a bottle of wine with the first red glass poured for him.

In the presence of the Prince Gustav was far more silent as he then pushed his cart to where Krix was sitting, presenting his beer by pouring it into a chilled glass for his enjoyment. It was a light lager from a small brewery, chosen to cleanse the palate after bites of the greasy pizza and seem more refreshing. A second bottle would be rested within reach in a bucket of ice to keep cold.

He bowed to the prince, then the guest, backed a few steps and with a second flair of his jacket pushed his little serving cart out.

Stolas waited a moment until the imp had left before murmuring a soft devotional to King Lucifer then raising a skewered vole. "Let's dig in, shall we?"

[astr-owl-ogist]

I know someone who had a minor lie about their age, got found out and people just piled on the adult mun calling them a groomer and a pedo even though they had no idea the minor was such. Apparently they're still getting Harassed about it even months later

That's what the kids don't understand. Even if nothing gross RP wise happens? An adult can be ostracized or targeted if knowingly interacting with a legal child.

I'm of the opinion a person who interacts unknowingly with a child should be watched for future actions (ie: it keeps 'accidentally' happening and it becomes a pattern) and be publicly called out in that case. Once is NOT a pattern, it's a crappy kid who doesn't understand or doesn't care about the real consequences for other people.

[astr-owl-ogist]

Especially bad when a minor lies about their age. Reputations can get ruined because people jump the gun

Yeah, hence the knowingly part of the equation. Minors lie all the time about their age which is so so very bad for everyone involved.