than whom, Satan except, none higher sat

Ind. Sel. Test Muse. Beelzebub of Good Omens

[threi]

lord  Beelzebub

[magnoliamemes-deactivated201906]

Detailed action prompt.   

(NOTE.  “My muse” is the person that reblogged the memes, muse)

Makes eye contact with (my muse)  then looks away sheepishly.  

Falls on face,  notices (my muse) witnessed it,  tries to play it off like it was done on purpose. 

Picks up (my muse) and spins them around until dizzy.   

Tries to catch (my muse)  but ends up losing balance and falls with them instead.  

Tries not to cry but as soon as they see (my muse) they burst into sobs.  

Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   

Gives a lingering kiss to (my muse’s) lips.  

Tries to cook in the kitchen but everything bursts into flames, they are in a panic.  

Takes (my muse) by the hand and drags them off to do something fun.   

Gently taps finger against  (my muse’s) nose.  

Tucks lock of hair behind (my muse’s) ear.  

Glares intensely at (my muse)  not daring to look away

Hides behind something to jump out and SCARE (my muse)

Tucks (my muse) into bed after along day. 

Clings to (my muse)  in a possessive sort of way. 

Gets caught spying on (my muse)  then starts running away. 

Aggressively attacks (my muse) out of nowhere. 

Holds (my muse) close to comfort them  

Tries to hide the increasing blush on their face caused by (My muse)

Teases (your muse) but it ends up going too far.   

Throws (my muse) up into the air as if they are as light as a feather

Awkwardly asks (my muse)  out on a date

Corners (my muse) so that they cannot escape them. 

Gives (my muse) a piggy back which ends with them both falling over. 

Hugs (my muse) and refuses to let go. 

Brushes thumb along (my muse’s)  cheekbone.  

Presses forehead against (my muse’s) forehead. 

interlocks fingers with (my muse’s)

Acts like they aren’t jealous but are actually jealous that (my muse) was spending time with someone else.  

Jumps in the way of (my muse) and potential danger. 

Yells at (my muse) for doing something dangerous.  

Ruffles (my muse’s)  hair until it’s in complete disarray

Bridal carries (my muse) away for fun.  

Gawks at (my muse) for an uncomfortable amount of time.  

(My muse) is being harassed, your muse comes to the rescue.  

Sniffs (my muse) just because.  

Follows (my muse) around like a lost puppy. 

Tries to impress (my muse)  but fails miserably

Confesses romantic feelings to (my muse) in a very beautiful and thought out way.  

Drunkenly approaches (my muse) claiming they are married. 

Frantically runs away from my muse who is in hot pursuit of them.   

Trips and falls on top of (my muse)  instantly making things really awkward between them.  

Casually sits on (my muse) because they feel like it

Licks (my muse’s) cheek because they’re a weirdo 

Stutters while trying to give (my muse) a compliment because they look really cute

Places a ‘friendship’ bracelet around ‘my muse’s’ wrist, which is actually handcuffs.  

Accidentally drops a drink over (my muse’s) head.  

Slaps (my muse) in the face repeatedly because they deserve it.  

Tackle hugs (my muse) to the ground

[flymistress]

michael makes dead eye-contact with beelzebub and licks the wall of hell.

Ivy Was Having Fun

“What the fuck.”

Beez’s tone was utterly flat as ze took in this latest nonsense. At this point ze pretty much just classified all of it as nonsense unless ze was in direct danger or the world was actually ending this time. It really made zir life so much simpler.

“You don’t know where thoszze have been.”

[flymistress]

s--starter call?

[flymistress]

protectxthem‌:

Lucifer blinked, looking up at her. He flicks his tongue out, little head nodding. But really could Beelzebub blame him, sometimes the meetings just dragged on and if it wasn’t one thing it was another. And don’t get him started on the list of complaints just waiting for him.

‘You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the something similar.’ Lucifer spoke, turning in a small circle.

Ze rolls her eyes, moving zir hands quickly to catch him as he moves. Actually--ze thinks better of it and lifts him up to her shoulder, letting him clamber onto it if he’d like. Better balance for both of them, and ze’ll have zir hands free, since he seems determined to stay like this. 

“Maybe if half of the beings here wouldn’t consider me a tasty snack.”

[flymistress]

protectxthem‌:

A squealing noise is heard as the bearded dragon’s feet leave the ground. He flicks his tongue out, feet kicking in the air; before settling down once he is being held gently in the other’s hands.

Beelzebub might object to the descriptor gentle, but it’s technically accurate. It’s not as though she’s about to carry the King of Hell around like a ferret. Even if it is tempting. 

“Thisz how you avoid meetings now?”

[waywardartist25]

Wing kink anyone?

[cemetery-circus]

You say Gabriel bends at the knees when talking to Beezlebub because he’s an asshole and I completely agree, but I also raise you this:

Talking down to the Prince of Hell is completely unacceptable and Beezlebub made that very clear centuries ago when Gabe tried to talk to them without bending and they yanked him down via his scarf, choking him in the process on purpose.

Since then, Gabe has made a note to make sure he’s either level or a smidge lower (and not a bit lower he still has some dignity) when talking to Beezlebub. He only got away with it at the airbase because they were both panicking

[hattedhedgehog]

Adam starts asking the important questions. Beez’bub is not impressed. 

(EDIT: Thanks to comments on this I now understand the Hebrew meaning behind Beelzebub’s name, but Adam probably doesn’t)

[bunchamemes]

THE SYSTEM OF DANTE’S HELL | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

i’ve loved just about all the people i can.

the lies you’ve told everyone.

everything else, that seriousness, past, passed. almost forgotten.

some other word.

the wild feeling of first seeing.

you could find things beautiful on a radio.

my cold sin in the cities.

you look so sweet. like you’re real rested.

wish to be lovely, to be some other self.

i’ve been loved.

it is static. it is constant.

but how long till the login of our lives runs us down?

you miss everything.

one thinks of home, or the other ‘’homes‘’ we have had.

they live in light. the prodigal lives in darkness.

fire escapes of imagination. to fall off to death.

years later i place my fingers on their running skulls.

break out. kill it. rip the thing to shreds.

some separate suffering self.

and shadows twist my voice.

i feel sick and lost and have nothing to place my hands on.

go away and try to come back. try to return here.

their histories die in the world.

fell on my hands and knees and staggered, got up, tripped on garbage, got up, swinging my hands, head down and charged off in the darkness.

and their hearts are slow motion lives.

i am myself. insert the word disgust. 

you wouldn’t be able to see those birds at night.

today the leaves clatter and the sun weights my fingers.

the walks there and back to where i was.

[frostcluster]

[aroseforcaulfield]

The Archangels Sinning…

Michael and Raphael: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Lucifer and Gabriel: Sorry daddy, I’ve been naughty.

[valtsv]

tired: fallen angels grieving about getting kicked out of heaven

inspired: fallen angels making memeing to cope

[valtsv]

[valtsv]

[valtsv]

[flymistress]

@ineffablemum

[aziraphalekinnie]

Beelzebub’s feet don’t even touch the ground……

[protectxthem-deactivated2019102]

@flymistress

[flymistress]

competenceknowsnobounds‌:

“Let me,” she says, and runs a light (heh) hand over the clothes, at least. What kind of alert is Gabriel getting up above? All of Michael’s archangelic power, concentrated into helping a demon. She’s tempted to heal the sores and wounds, too, for her own peace of mind (because she worries, against all odds, for Beez), but there’s no way ze’d like that. Besides, Michael had never been squeamish, and she didn’t intend to start now. 

She tries her best not to judge and not to fuss, though the displeasure probably shows on her face. Knows that she can’t send Beez back into the underground looking better than ze left. So instead she closes the one new wound and fixes the stains. The Archangelic touch is the least she can do.

It burns zem. But it heals zem too, and Beelzebub is well aware this is as much for Michael as it is for zem. So ze scowls, bares zir teeth slightly when it’s enough to make zem hiss, but allows the intimacy. 

Ah, my darling, do you remember all the times it was the other way around.

“You’re going to be in zzo much trouble, penna.”

As too-Holy light fades away from zir skin, ze captures Michael’s hand in zir own. Zir grip is never gentle. But it is meaningful. So is the kiss ze presses to where a human would have a beating pulse, leaving a stain behind.

[assiraphales]

beezelbub was able to get satan to emerge from the depths of hell dramatically but gabriel had to go to heaven, look around at the army of flavorless angels and the barren walls & be like “yah we got nothing huh” lmaoo

[flymistress]

tag drop!!

ft. tiny musing--Beelzebub’s maggots are, in a strange way, what ze has left of the association with healing

sometimes the part must be excised for the whole to thrive