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@beelzzzebub-blog
All right. I couldn’t stay away.
I was really sick and feeling stressed when I decided on the hiatus, so. I may not be able to be here ALL the time during the week, but I’m gonna try for a couple days and then the weekends too.
Like this if I owe you a reply, and message me if you wanna start something!
Which muse needs the most attention on sinday? Which muse usually stays silent on sinday? Do you have muses you ship with each other? Which muse has the strangest kinks?
NSFW questions for Multimuses||Accepting
Beelzebub generally is a rather quiet muse and does not often appear, especially on zir own. Like ze absolutely loves interfering with the plot of Crowley and make stuff worse for him. But zirself. Ze has not yet really been that active and I feel like that fleabag needs more attention. Both on sinday and in general.
Lucifer is the one, who barely moves during sinday. Which has a very simple reason. I write him as asexual. He just has no interest in sex and does not pursue it. Possibly not even for manipulation. Which is okay for me. I like to explore what a devil is like, who is not the horny, sexually active creature we commonly associate with the name Lucifer.
One ship, that I actually discovered thanks to @beelzzzebub, is the pairing of Crowley and Beelzebub or as we have jokingly termed it Gothbee. The fun about this ship is that it happened completely unintentionally. Our muses just somehow hit it off perfectly. The dynamic is very endearing and playful. Beelzebub is extremely forgiving of some of Crowley’s anticques, which may be why he likes her. As she is not as strict as he feared her to be.
As far as I am aware, at least from what I have observed rpwise, Crowley may be the one, who has the strangest kinks. For one, due to the fact that he is a snake, he has some very strange ways of loving somebody else as well as areas, which are sensitive, but would not normally be deemed arousing like his neck for instance. Crowley does like to wrap around people he loves and if he actually gets that far, he even mates with them in snake form.
#gothbee or #crowbee — either way it’s fantastic and I know I owe you a reply, T! The weekend begins for me in 3.5 hours! ❤️
casually drops this on her page, sulks off to get dressed and start her day.
When you make a stupid ass joke and your friend is so pissed they can’t even roast you for it out loud
@beelzzzebub
Honestly though, this is my with my RL boyfriend.
@beelzzzebub
YOU BETTER STOP LOL
Do you still write as Gabriel?
//Yes, I do, for @beelzzzebub exclusively. 💚
I love youuuuu 💜
Gabriel: How exactly do you court a demon?
Aziraphale: Just be yourself, but try not to be... annoying.
Gabriel: Pff, of course!
Literally 5 seconds later:
beelzzzebub:
“Not sure you can tell me no; I think you’ve tried before and broken down and let me have my way.”
Beelzebub chuckled, crawling into bed with Lucifer and settling in next to him. “Hm. I’d complain that my bed is hardly this comfortable, or I’ll just start coming in here.”
“You gave me those eyes and sat on my lap. I was done for then.”
Lucifer watched Beelzebub and smiled softly. “I wouldn’t kick you out of my bed if you did.” He reaches over and interlocks their fingers together. “My bed’s big enough for the both of us.”
“Of course you were -- these eyes seem to get me most of the things I want,” Beelzebub said, happily intertwining fingers with her master.
“You do know how much I adore you, yes?” She asked, kissing Lucifer’s jaw, moving a little closer. “If everything happened all over again, I’d still be the first to fall with you -- I would never change that.” She nipped at his neck now, waiting on a reaction of any kind.
beelzzzebub cont from here
Bee had found that, occasionally, she’d get flustered at certain acts of intimacy. It felt stupid - made her feel stupid - to fall victim to the simple things. This time, it wasn’t how Crowley sauntered across the room, nor what she was wearing, but when she took a hold of Beelzebub’s chin and lifted slightly so they could look into each other’s eyes. Something so desperately simple made her pale cheeks go red, her large brown eyes to shimmer just a bit, and the pen she’d been holding to fall to the desk. “I—uh—“
Crowley lowered her head just a touch. A mischivious glint appeared in her eyes, shielded behind obsidian glasses. “What?”, she asked and pricked her nail against Beelzebub’s full lips, taking note of how her cheeks reddened. “Cat caught your tongue?”
She reached forwards and flicked the pencil away. It rolled against the paperwork, which piled itself up. Crowley leaned forwards even more. Holding onto Beelzebub’s head, fingers deep in her hair, she pressed her lips against those of the Prince of Gluttony. Her own report fell onto the floor. Such a furiously beating heart in Crowley’s chest!
Beelzebub should’ve, but she didn’t expect the kiss. She closed her eyes, returning the kiss after a moment of surprise, shivering at the hold that Crowley had on her. She typically didn’t allow anyone to get this close -- not at all -- but she hadn’t been given a choice in this matter, and her work had been interrupted, and now she wasn’t interested in getting back to it.
This was a strange turn of events, however, as Beelzebub found she didn’t mind not being the dominant one in this situation; not that she’d admit it, ever, but maybe she’d thought about Crowley, both genders, in her office or bed more than once. So, this was fulfilling one fantasy.
@ineffableduality liked for a lunch break mini-rp!
Bee had managed to secure her own flat in London, therefore giving Crowley his space back – she’d felt a little bad about taking up room where she wasn’t sure she was wanted, despite… whatever their relationship had become. However, living alone was boring.
Sitting on the island in her kitchen, she kicked her legs back and forth and took out her phone.
[TEXT | to: Crowley] 1:33pm: what are you up to
Beelzebub had managed to get zir own flat after some looking. Even though Crowley had first been rather reluctant to let zir stay at his place, he was too compassionate to completely turn zir down. Still it was good to see zir have zir own home now.
Crowley placed the plant minster aside when his phone beeped. Looking down, he noticed a text. A brow rose behind his glasses at the fact that ze had used his normal name. No traitor or anything. That was actually kind of nice. Crowley sat down on his bench in the Garden and wrote back:
[TEXT | to: Beeze] 1:39pm: Gardening. They have started to slack.
[TEXT | to: Beeze] 1:40pm: [attached file of a pic with a plant, which has a whole in its leaf]
[TEXT | to: Beeze] 1:41pm: See? Cannot leave them alone for five minutes. 🙄
Always on about his plants. Beelzebub sighed, laying back against the counter and holding the phone over her face.
[TEXT | to: Crowley] If you could, you’d probably have more fun. I’m bored. Come over. Bring wine. Housewarming party.
beelzzzebub:
“I thought I’d already changed,” Dagon mused, snapping her fingers and adorning herself in tight jeans, a t-shirt crop top that showed her stomach, and a dark jean jacket. Her face cleared up in a quick, magical wipe, the silver from the scales sliding over to make her eyes look like she wore that iridescent eye-shadow.
“There, is that more satisfactory?” she asked, spinning to give Beelzebub a look.
It was definitely more comfortable. Dagon had noted that the more often she went topside, the more she dressed like someone who lived near the beach, but she couldn’t complain. She did love the water.
Beelzebub nodded. “Excellent.” Beelzebub zirself tended to dress like what Crowley had called a goth or during the older times like someone, who worked on a graveyard. Ze had often been mistaken for a graverobber or a person, who dug graves. Heck, some people even had assumed ze buried plague victims. Which was not too far off. Beelzebub liked being associated with death and disease. Ze and Pollution and Pestilence had often met up for a scheme and become quite close friends. After all they all tapped into a similiar power field.
Some of the flies returned. They buzzed around Beelzebub, which ze responded with a hum. “Come on”, the Lord said, “I know where we have to go.” They hurried through the streets, before Beelzebub stopped. There stood an unused electric roller on the corner. Beelzebub grabbed the item and climbed on top of it.
Ze snapped zir fingers. The motor sprang to life and Beelzebub whizzed past Dagon. Zir infected and bloodied face split into a grin for a couple of seconds. Beelzebub had discovered electric rollers and hoverboards and had soon begun to use them, because they were useful for moving quickly. And ze actually found them funny. Not that ze would ever admit towards that.
Dnaria finally halted at a modern, minimialistic building, which had various flats inside of it by the looks of it. Her eyes glinted in the darkness and the Bonecrusher curled her lips into what seemed to be a smile. Her look was focussed on a black vintage Bentley, which parked only a few feet away from the building.
Beelzebub hit the brakes of the roller. Ze looked at Dnaria, who met zir gaze with a chuckle and an excited flick of the ears. Beelzebub said: “Good job, darling. That’zzz gonna zzzave uzzz a lot of trouble. No, Dagon, I leave it up to thee. Get our guezzzt outzzzide. Tell Crawly, if he doezzz not come along, we will dezzztroy hizzz car. He’zzz zzzurrounded. There’zzz no way he can ezzzcape.”
Dagon mumbled under her breath about being left behind -- sure, the scooter looked fun, but there she was, just walking way too far behind Beelzebub. She continued to mutter about ‘No, it’s fine, just go, I’ll catch up,’ until she caught up to her partner and lord, raising a brow when Beelzebub said she would leave it up to Dagon.
“Can we destroy his car anyway?” Dagon asked, arms crossed. “It’s not even that nice. It’s ugly, honestly. I’d expect better from him...” She tapped one of her feet, looking up at the building that Dnaria was hinting at Crowley being in.
“What if he’s not the-- oh, nevermind.”
Still bitter about the scooter, Dagon marched into the flat, looking more like a pouting child than a denizen of Hell. She opted to take the elevator instead of the stairs, and found Crowley’s flat with ease.
She knew better than to just walk in -- he was too clever for that -- so she knocked, and waited.
Sorry for the inactivity guys. I’m trying to get back with my schedule since being out of town, and I really need to sit down and work on my drafts, assuming y’all still want to write with my Bee. I’m gonna get home from work and nurse a migraine and then try to work on drafts. Love you guys so much. and please, if you’ve just followed me and I haven’t followed you but you want a thread with me, message me. I would LOVE to write with everyone.
Ineffable Bureaucracy
// @beelzzzebub
Sketch of Beelzebub before the fall
Inspired by Twitter, 'cause i couldn't just ignore it, their headcanons are INCREDIBLE
// @beelzzzebub
Beelzebub: And Hell's employee of the month goes to... Crowley!
Crowley, wondering what horrifying thing humanity did now that he got credit for:
reblog if your gross and murderous muse would have sex whilst covered in blood
