#abyssalworkings

[stylish-alastor]

abyssalworkings

  Azazel wants snuggles, but is too tsundere to ask...

Nope. You ruined it. Now he really is just going to stand there. And maybe stick his tongue out.

         “... Anyway.” Alastor flips the page of the book he’s reading, and after finding a particularly interesting passage, writes something down on a piece of scratch paper and sticks it on the margins. Then he keeps reading.

[dominusliminis]

abyssalworkings replied to your post “Everyone's picking on the poor little princeling, and teasing Azzy...”

"Nii sama, they've been asking me really... strange things lately." The spirit king mumbled with a pout.

“Strange?” Lucifer indulged. “That is hardly out of the ordinary for our siblings. What did they ask?”

[ladyofgehenna]

@abyssalworkings liked for a starter

“so...” how could she start a conversation when she was so hard on him for doing the exact same thing she was doing now? Well... she could hope Gabriel didn’t say anything to him “how are you?” 

[mad-eggs-onthewall]

abyssalworkings replied to your post “errantscriptor: this test apparently tells you how narcissistic you...”

Thats my boy

More proof that Dumpty’s the true little shit of the family.

[mikiriandmokoro]

"Happy Valentine's!" Is Azazel covered in heart shaped glitter? Yes. Yes, he is.

“What in--?”

“PFFFF! Az, this is freaking perfect~! You look so damn dorky and adorable, but it works for you!” Don’t mind her, she’s just gonna lean over and give her demon lover a peck on the lips.

“I made a cake you for. My special death by chocolate cake. You’re welcome to go to your room and eat it allll up~! Just so long as I get to watch you. Mainly because I’m now curious if you’ll end up eating glitter along with cake.”

[ignisxsicarius]

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——-♜ Killua wandered, eyes glancing at every rock, flower, and person. Anxiety weighed down in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn’t help but to think somehow his family would find him. Though he made a pretty clean break and was miles upon miles away. The boy takes a deep breath, looking around at the different shops in the area. One catches his eye, looking to be some sort of witch craft store. Perfect.

         The ding of the bell is amplified with his anxiety. But he tries to not let it bother him and starts to look around at the different things the store had to offer. With first glance it looks like any sort of hippy free lance store, crystals and charms. There were a few of these said hippies milling about, some in more of a gothic attire and some going for a more nature-inspired look. Either way even though Killua was an actual witch he feels like he looked out of place ( gym shorts and a t-shirt ). 

           “Excuse me?” Killua asks, heading to the counter where a man was working. Supposedly, anyway. Witch craft shops where kind of a hit and miss when trying to see if they were actually for witches or just the trend. Hopefully they sell actual potions and ingredients here or Killua was sure he’d be found eventually. He needed something that’d erase any possibility of being tracked. Luckily, his family name was pretty well known ( though not for any good reason as they were notoriously strong witches that used their powers to do evil deeds for money ). But if this male knew it then he’d obviously know of witches since the average person would not. “I’m Killua Zoldyck, I’m looking for something specific.”

[stylish-alastor]

@spookyspiritking / @abyssalworkings || Burning Up

Alastor caught Azazel before he could hit the ground, and he felt the other's hand grabbing onto him for support. "You're not fine," Al insisted. "God, you're stubborn." He swept his hand along the other's red hair, brushing the locks away from his forehead.

"I don't do much nursing," he admitted, "all I have is this frost pendant to try and cool you off with." He grasped the chain around his neck, and pulled out the pendant that glowed and emanated frost smoke. He swept the pendant over Azazel's face, not touching him directly but letting the cool of it reach him in hopes it'd reduce his temperature.

"The next best thing is taking you home and making sure you're hydrated, which I think I'll do anyway. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, at least."

[musedbyalli]

Continued from: There was a faint churning in Jophiel’s stomach. A feeling that was quickly becoming unpleasantly familiar. If any of the other angels he had been speaking with noticed his sudden shift in expression, or were concerned by the sudden way he excused himself, they didn’t say anything. The churning moved higher, becoming a tickling flutter in his throat. He placed a hand on his chest, as if to steady himself, but he already knew it wouldn’t help much. Horrible retching noises pulled themselves from the normally composed archangel’s mouth, and after a few moments he found himself on his knees on the ground. Blissfully, the first petal freed itself from his throat and he could breathe a little clearer. One petal, and then another, and then another, until the winged creature was sweating and panting and feeling near ready to faint. Honestly this had to be the worst illness he could have come down with. 

@abyssalworkings 

It had seemed unusual to Castiel how Jophiel had acted prior to excusing himself.  Still, he was never the best at reading others and none of the other angels had seemed bothered by it, so the angel simply assumed that he was overthinking his brother’s actions.  Honestly, Castiel found himself wanting to leave this conversation with the other angels, but simply couldn’t come up with an excuse.  Hearing their words of how their father abandoned them was like feeling a blade stabbing a wound that he already had but was trying to block out.  After all, who wanted to acknowledge that their father had truly walked out on their family, no matter how dysfunctional of a family it was.  Finally, it seemed as though the other angels grew bored of the topic and the conversation ended with them going their own ways.  

Without thinking about it, Castiel walked in the direction that the archangel had when he had excused himself.  His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sound of heavy, pained breathing from behind a closed door.  He opened the door, without even thinking of knocking like he should have, until it was too late.  “Are you alright?”