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@bertie-the-bee
((Ok sooooooo... this blog isn't going anywhere. I haven't updated it in a long ass time and I don't want to deactivate it as I can give it to a different character for a plot or something?))
((You can still ask Bertie stuff on @ask-the-ineffable-being but asks will not be answered here for the time being!))
Bertie, sweetheart, why would we hate you? You've not done anything to be hated for
"...I don't like this new Adam." Bertie mumbles, "I.. think I... I hate him... but I forgave him? I just... I don't know..."
Wanna talk about it?
"...you wouldn't get it. You'd hate me."
Hey, bud, how ya feeling?
"...awful." He replies honestly.
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
“Happy new year...” Gerald tried weakly. He sounded happy, but still nervous.
Bertie shuffles to Geralds side, now cuddling against him. They already kissed might as well be bold.
"Happy new year!" Bertie beats his wings in utter happiness.
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
“Some do, but most don’t...” Gerald shrugged. “I know Bee and Az don’t like it. Too loud. But others definitely go crazy around this time of year!”
"I don't know what fireworks are, but I heard that some of the angels are going to set them off tonight." Bertie muses, "So do you and your siblings not celebrate new years?"
“I mean, we didn’t before. We always hid in the safe room for New Years. No loud noises.”
Bertie looks down at the festival again, "Well the festival is kinda noisy, I guess thats true enough."
“I think it’ll be better for them this year though.”
Bertie does a little Bee nod, something isn't right at the moment though.
"Are you alright Gerald?" Bertie asks concerned, "You seem off."
The clock struck midnight, and as it did so, gerald bumped against Bertie in the bug equivalent of a kiss.
Berties wings beats incredibly fast at this turn of events. If he could blush, he would. Instead he leans into the bug kiss, enjoying this turn of events.
Gerald buzzed loudly in embarrassment after it was over. “Um, I- I’m-“
Buzzed a bit in embarrassment as well, though he's slightly more pleased, "Uhm, that..I...you."
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
“Some do, but most don’t...” Gerald shrugged. “I know Bee and Az don’t like it. Too loud. But others definitely go crazy around this time of year!”
"I don't know what fireworks are, but I heard that some of the angels are going to set them off tonight." Bertie muses, "So do you and your siblings not celebrate new years?"
“I mean, we didn’t before. We always hid in the safe room for New Years. No loud noises.”
Bertie looks down at the festival again, "Well the festival is kinda noisy, I guess thats true enough."
“I think it’ll be better for them this year though.”
Bertie does a little Bee nod, something isn't right at the moment though.
"Are you alright Gerald?" Bertie asks concerned, "You seem off."
The clock struck midnight, and as it did so, gerald bumped against Bertie in the bug equivalent of a kiss.
Berties wings beats incredibly fast at this turn of events. If he could blush, he would. Instead he leans into the bug kiss, enjoying this turn of events.
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
“Some do, but most don’t...” Gerald shrugged. “I know Bee and Az don’t like it. Too loud. But others definitely go crazy around this time of year!”
"I don't know what fireworks are, but I heard that some of the angels are going to set them off tonight." Bertie muses, "So do you and your siblings not celebrate new years?"
“I mean, we didn’t before. We always hid in the safe room for New Years. No loud noises.”
Bertie looks down at the festival again, "Well the festival is kinda noisy, I guess thats true enough."
“I think it’ll be better for them this year though.”
Bertie does a little Bee nod, something isn't right at the moment though.
"Are you alright Gerald?" Bertie asks concerned, "You seem off."
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
“Some do, but most don’t...” Gerald shrugged. “I know Bee and Az don’t like it. Too loud. But others definitely go crazy around this time of year!”
"I don't know what fireworks are, but I heard that some of the angels are going to set them off tonight." Bertie muses, "So do you and your siblings not celebrate new years?"
“I mean, we didn’t before. We always hid in the safe room for New Years. No loud noises.”
Bertie looks down at the festival again, "Well the festival is kinda noisy, I guess thats true enough."
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
“Some do, but most don’t...” Gerald shrugged. “I know Bee and Az don’t like it. Too loud. But others definitely go crazy around this time of year!”
"I don't know what fireworks are, but I heard that some of the angels are going to set them off tonight." Bertie muses, "So do you and your siblings not celebrate new years?"
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Fuck I got caught-
“Hi!” Gerald said, a little nervous. “I’m doing well, just wanted to, um, see you for New Years.”
"You did?" He seems happy, "That's very kind!"
Bertie looks at the streets below, "Angels celebrate new years too, I don't know though since they don't like a lot of other holidays, guess humans are just a good influence. Do demons celebrate new years too?"
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Gerald watched him.
If a fly could blush, he’d be blushing.
Bertie turns around, a part of his dance, but he halts in surprise.
"Oh hi Gerald!" He greets the fly excitedly, "Happy news years! How are you?"
Gerald hums nervously.
He wants to do something, but he isn’t sure if he’s brave enough.
Deciding to bite the bullet (and after making sure Beelzebub is okay) he leaves to find @bertie-the-bee.
Bertie is in heaven. Yet for once he isn't in the gardens, he buzzing about on the rooftops. Gazing down on the angelic festivals in the streets. He keeps swishing side to side, a little bee dance to the music that resounds below.
Hey, little friend. How are you holding up?
"New mom is scared of everything." Bertie notes, "But, yeah, I think I'm good."
Bugs
Bertie nervously buzzes around the office, a little afriad. He has similar powers to his mother, but he rarely uses them. Always hesitant of what consequences may come of such abilities.
He never teleported himself before, sure he can ask his Mom, but he won't. This is something he has to learn to do by himself, he's strong enough for atleast that much.
He focuses on his powers, and his intended location. After a moment, a flash. He's there.
(( @askbeelzebub ))
“Samandiriel.” Beelzebub said quietly. “That’s who you remind me of.”
Samandiriel. He heard that name before, in heaven, from other angels. Who Beelzebub used to be, before the fall. But his mother doesn't like talking about the heftier topics around him. So he doesn't know all the details to this.
"Is that a bad thing for me to... remind you of?" Bertie hesitantly asks.
“I don’t know.” Beelzebub answered honestly. “Either way it isn’t your fault. Just something I have to get used to.”
"Ok."
He kinda feels sad now, he came here to get to know them. Not remind them of their before the fall memories.
"Were you hurt?" He asks, trying to switch the topic, "While saving Mom? I know a little healing magics."
Beelzebub shook their head. “I wasn’t hurt, Bertie. Not anything that isn’t already going away, anyway.”
The medal still sat in their coat pocket.
"Ok..." He mumbles, feeling awkward again, "Mom said, when she came back, that it had to do something with a medal? What did it do to her? Is it gone now?"
“It was my medal, that I earned for my... service, in the great plan.” Beelzebub shuddered. “It- it apparently leeched negative emotions off of me. And Lucifer found it and used it to trap her in her worst fears.”
"No wonder she's so... different lately." Bertie sadly remembers her mannerisms, "Its almost scary. But... is it gone? Did you destroy it? Or do you still have it?"
“...there is no destroying it.” Beelzebub took a deep breath, reaching into their coat pocket and pulling out the damaged medal. “It returns to my pocket when I try to get rid of it.”
Bertie looks at the medal, feeling a sour hatredt towards it. That. That thing is what destroyed his Mom.
"It hurt Mom, and he knew that you'd have to pick it up." Bertie analyzes, "Two birds with one stone? He's planning something bigger than the fear trap."
The medal looks wicked and evil, and it is. Why would Lucifer want them, both of them, in his control so badly? He feels to naive to know the answer.
"Mom said that magics 'can't be created nor destroyed'" He remembers, "But they can be 'dismantled with the right tools and ingredients'. Lucifer would know, did you check through his old stuff?"
“...I went into his room one time and promised Az I wouldn’t do so again. It’s... not a good environment.” Beelzebub muttered.
"Hmmm." Bertie thinks for a bit, "Then, send someone else in? One of your guardsmen or soldiers, or someone else you know?"
“Maybe I’ll ask Levi to go with me.” Beelzebub mused. “I technically only promised I wouldn’t go in that room alone. So I wouldn’t be breaking any promises.”
"Alright." Bertie takes on a more worried expression, "Please be careful there? Mom and I would get really sad if you get hurt."
Bugs
Bertie nervously buzzes around the office, a little afriad. He has similar powers to his mother, but he rarely uses them. Always hesitant of what consequences may come of such abilities.
He never teleported himself before, sure he can ask his Mom, but he won't. This is something he has to learn to do by himself, he's strong enough for atleast that much.
He focuses on his powers, and his intended location. After a moment, a flash. He's there.
(( @askbeelzebub ))
“Samandiriel.” Beelzebub said quietly. “That’s who you remind me of.”
Samandiriel. He heard that name before, in heaven, from other angels. Who Beelzebub used to be, before the fall. But his mother doesn't like talking about the heftier topics around him. So he doesn't know all the details to this.
"Is that a bad thing for me to... remind you of?" Bertie hesitantly asks.
“I don’t know.” Beelzebub answered honestly. “Either way it isn’t your fault. Just something I have to get used to.”
"Ok."
He kinda feels sad now, he came here to get to know them. Not remind them of their before the fall memories.
"Were you hurt?" He asks, trying to switch the topic, "While saving Mom? I know a little healing magics."
Beelzebub shook their head. “I wasn’t hurt, Bertie. Not anything that isn’t already going away, anyway.”
The medal still sat in their coat pocket.
"Ok..." He mumbles, feeling awkward again, "Mom said, when she came back, that it had to do something with a medal? What did it do to her? Is it gone now?"
“It was my medal, that I earned for my... service, in the great plan.” Beelzebub shuddered. “It- it apparently leeched negative emotions off of me. And Lucifer found it and used it to trap her in her worst fears.”
"No wonder she's so... different lately." Bertie sadly remembers her mannerisms, "Its almost scary. But... is it gone? Did you destroy it? Or do you still have it?"
“...there is no destroying it.” Beelzebub took a deep breath, reaching into their coat pocket and pulling out the damaged medal. “It returns to my pocket when I try to get rid of it.”
Bertie looks at the medal, feeling a sour hatredt towards it. That. That thing is what destroyed his Mom.
"It hurt Mom, and he knew that you'd have to pick it up." Bertie analyzes, "Two birds with one stone? He's planning something bigger than the fear trap."
The medal looks wicked and evil, and it is. Why would Lucifer want them, both of them, in his control so badly? He feels to naive to know the answer.
"Mom said that magics 'can't be created nor destroyed'" He remembers, "But they can be 'dismantled with the right tools and ingredients'. Lucifer would know, did you check through his old stuff?"
“...I went into his room one time and promised Az I wouldn’t do so again. It’s... not a good environment.” Beelzebub muttered.
"Hmmm." Bertie thinks for a bit, "Then, send someone else in? One of your guardsmen or soldiers, or someone else you know?"
Bugs
Bertie nervously buzzes around the office, a little afriad. He has similar powers to his mother, but he rarely uses them. Always hesitant of what consequences may come of such abilities.
He never teleported himself before, sure he can ask his Mom, but he won't. This is something he has to learn to do by himself, he's strong enough for atleast that much.
He focuses on his powers, and his intended location. After a moment, a flash. He's there.
(( @askbeelzebub ))
“Samandiriel.” Beelzebub said quietly. “That’s who you remind me of.”
Samandiriel. He heard that name before, in heaven, from other angels. Who Beelzebub used to be, before the fall. But his mother doesn't like talking about the heftier topics around him. So he doesn't know all the details to this.
"Is that a bad thing for me to... remind you of?" Bertie hesitantly asks.
“I don’t know.” Beelzebub answered honestly. “Either way it isn’t your fault. Just something I have to get used to.”
"Ok."
He kinda feels sad now, he came here to get to know them. Not remind them of their before the fall memories.
"Were you hurt?" He asks, trying to switch the topic, "While saving Mom? I know a little healing magics."
Beelzebub shook their head. “I wasn’t hurt, Bertie. Not anything that isn’t already going away, anyway.”
The medal still sat in their coat pocket.
"Ok..." He mumbles, feeling awkward again, "Mom said, when she came back, that it had to do something with a medal? What did it do to her? Is it gone now?"
“It was my medal, that I earned for my... service, in the great plan.” Beelzebub shuddered. “It- it apparently leeched negative emotions off of me. And Lucifer found it and used it to trap her in her worst fears.”
"No wonder she's so... different lately." Bertie sadly remembers her mannerisms, "Its almost scary. But... is it gone? Did you destroy it? Or do you still have it?"
“...there is no destroying it.” Beelzebub took a deep breath, reaching into their coat pocket and pulling out the damaged medal. “It returns to my pocket when I try to get rid of it.”
Bertie looks at the medal, feeling a sour hatredt towards it. That. That thing is what destroyed his Mom.
"It hurt Mom, and he knew that you'd have to pick it up." Bertie analyzes, "Two birds with one stone? He's planning something bigger than the fear trap."
The medal looks wicked and evil, and it is. Why would Lucifer want them, both of them, in his control so badly? He feels to naive to know the answer.
"Mom said that magics 'can't be created nor destroyed'" He remembers, "But they can be 'dismantled with the right tools and ingredients'. Lucifer would know, did you check through his old stuff?"
