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#but Lucifer is the most beautiful
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So I guess technically I've hit a new quote unquote "low" with a fictional crush with literally the devil himself:
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Too bad I don't give a flying fuck about "morality" in fictional characters because I know the characters I like only say as much about me as I allow them to :P
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robin-birb · 1 year
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The Creation of Satan
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the When the Levee Breaks to Swan Song to Jack in the Box to Unity throughline. i'm gonna puke. the fucking cycle of patriarchal abuse at a cosmic scale but also on a granular level. we're always going back to mary bleeding and burning on the ceiling. we're always going back to sam breaking down, giving himself up to lucifer, and throwing himself into the depths of hell. familial violence is an ouroborous that both births and consumes itself. and in the end, sam, the moral compass - the one always branded crazy and selfish and disobedient for daring to question his family's reality - being the one to break it all.
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call-me-jmd · 3 months
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I Discovered What LuciferxAdam's Ship Name(At Least One Version) Is Called, And I Love It.
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miaobae · 1 year
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Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
Who cried out to God for help but was punished. Who couldn't hope to control the beast inside him, because he was made to fail. He was made to sin. He was made to bring ruin upon the angels of heaven because God had grown bored and wanted to cast them aside for his newest creation, man.
Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer... Who fell in love and was cast aside.
Lucifer!!
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jackexmachina · 2 years
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Lucifer’s Pitch // The Devil in the Details But I can beat her. We can beat her. You and me, together. So come on, Sam. Make the right choice, the big sacrifice one more time, man. Sam, it's time to save the world, man. No.
image description: scenes from “The Devil in the Details” where Lucifer attempts to convince Sam to let him out of the cage using his own memories.
Sam and Lucifer watch as a teenage Sam sits in a park with a girl, turning pages of their schoolwork. Lucifer sits on a bench and Sam stands in front of him as he describes them, saying, “The simple girl from a one-stoplight town. And you. The worldly... handsome-ish. Sam Winchester. She didn’t stand a chance. You remember?” / The girl turns to Sam and says, “So, I mean... if you wanna makeout?” He kisses her, and Lucifer jumps up raising his fist and saying, “Boom!” Sam flinches, just slightly, and Lucifer continues, “That’s it! That’s what I’m talking about right there, man.” / Lucifer stands close and slightly above Sam, saying, “Hell, you beat me.” He shakes his head a little as he says, “Now? I don’t know, I look at you and I don’t even recognize you anymore.” Sam doesn’t look at him, but turns back to his younger self, brow furrowing a bit.
Sam and Lucifer stand at the rusted, iron gate of Stull Cemetery, watching as Castiel yells, “Hey, assbutt!” He throws the holy fire Molotov cocktail at Michael, who bursts into flames and screams. Lucifer tells Sam, “‘Assbutt.’ I– I– I still don’t get that.” Sam turns to him. / Sam tells him, “Look, I appreciate the stroll down memory lane, but...” Lucifer says, “Sam, have I ever told you how much I respect you?” Sam turns to him and glances up and down, asking, “What?” Lucifer smiles, saying, “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. You– You’re... sort of prissy.” / Sam and Lucifer are watching as Sam jumps into the cage and Lucifer tells him, “You were willing to do the hard thing, if it meant saving the world.” Sam looks conflicted and they turn to look at each other as Lucifer says, “That’s not you anymore. You’ve gone soft, Sammy.”
Sam and Lucifer are watching Sam outside with Amelia and Riot. Sam tells Lucifer, “But Dean and I promised not to look for each other.” Lucifer nods and says, “Right, and if he never came back, you’d be fine. But he did, so you’re not.” Sam glances up and down and looks away from him. Then Lucifer asks, “What ever happened to the Sam Winchester who was bold? Decisive? And ready to sacrifice for the greater good?” / Lucifer says, “And you’d do anything to save him, and he’d do anything to save you. And that is the problem! Because of this!” He points over to past Sam and Amelia, saying, “You’re so overcome by guilt that you can’t stand to lose Dean again. And he could never lose you.” / Lucifer tells Sam, “You can’t win this one, Sam. You’re just not strong enough.” Sam turns to him skeptically, asking, “And you are?” Lucifer smiles, shrugging, as he says, “Hey, snappin’ necks and cashin’ checks is what I do.”
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ratatoast · 3 months
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I'm a sex-averse, asexual individual, but if I got the chance to bed ♡Lucifer Morningstar♡, I wouldn't even hesitate.
that's how horrendously down bad I am for this man.
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dearieshima · 1 year
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I know Lucifer listens to Frank Sinatra while thinking about Lilith
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milktea-grn · 2 years
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What are your thoughts on c!dnf
This got so long i’m so sorry.
i love it so so much. their story has SO much potential, but i like how it is now. i like that it’s kind of in the background, it is explicit without being in your face and i like that it gives you just enough to know what’s going on. i just like that it’s kind of haunting because i think their story suits that lingering feel. i don’t think i’m making any sense but. i like the little things about it. like little comments, the shield, cgeorge being cdreams weakness and that being something everyone knows. you see it, you know it’s there, and if you’re invested in their storyline, you know what it is.
i like that, imo, cdnf is such an established thing while being like a shadow. that shadow is there and casted and everyone can see it. that’s kinda why i’m a little surprised that there’s other ships with cdream (only a little bc i mean ppl will ship anything regardless, but i’m talking denying the existence of cdnf), because even taking away ccdreams. very clear. support … of cdnf, or even myself shipping dnf anyway, cdnfs story is so beautifully tragic and so. There. like it’s canon. it’s there. if you count the very beginning of the smp as lore, then it’s this amazing story of two best friends in love or falling in love, building their home, being a team (i’m specifically talking about cdnfs story as a duo and romance but sapnap was also on the team im sorry sorry he was there), and then as the story progresses, one watches the other sort of fall. like a fallen angel or corrupt hero. and he stays with him, they stay by each other’s side, and then Misunderstandings like cdream dethroning cgeorge because he wanted him to be safe and he knew if he was on the throne while people knew cgeorge is cdreams weakness then he would be targeted — but cgeorge being told cdream just doesn’t care about him. and then the PRISON. cdream being in prison for so long, them canonically not seeing each other in two years, cgeorge standing outside the prison looking in, cgeorge having dreams and hallucinations of seeing cdream again, cgeorge holding onto cdreams shield because it’s the last piece of him he has, cdream cutting cgeorge out because he can’t have anything he cares about affecting him, and dreamxd — a creature that’s in a way apart of cdream — being attached to and protecting cgeorge, cgeorge calling xd “dream”, xd reminding him he is not. like. ALL OF IT. I EAT IT UP. IM IN LOVE. it’s genuinely such a beautiful story it is BEAUTIFUL. i can talk about it for hours. i’m not invested in lore or keep up with it very much, but cdnf as a story feels like it could be a classic tragedy. from the aesthetics of a fallen broken hero and a dethroned king asleep and a god who took the appearance of the hero with mushrooms and armor and explosions and moss to the contents and love and ache of the story. BEAUTIFUL.
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sintoknow · 7 months
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the lucifer-possessing-jessica concept was where spn peaked, truly. this is THE vibe.
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hclluvahctel-a · 8 months
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apparently none of my tags WORK ANYMORE SO GUESS IM REDOING THEM
#alastor | 002 | you're never fully dressed without a smile ﹆ vis.#angel | 002. | i'm a pretty boy i'm stunning ﹆ vis.#ozzie | 002. | i'm the most beautiful man in the world ﹆ vis.#barbie wire | 002. | she's a motherfucking killer queen ﹆ vis.#beelzebub | 002. | sweet as apple pie i can't help but shine ﹆ vis.#blitzo | 002. | hot girls we have problems too ﹆ vis.#cash | 002. | sick of all these people talking sick of all this noise ﹆ vis.#charlie | 002. | let's face it i'm cute ﹆ vis.#chaz | 002. | i take a look at my enormous penis and my troubles start melting away ﹆ vis.#crimson | 002. | been spending most my life living in a gangsta's paradise ﹆ vis.#fizz | 002. | baby i'm the reason why hell's so hot ﹆ vis.#husk | 002. | wicked old soul nowhere left to go ﹆ vis.#jen | 002. | i'm a 32 year old ladyyyyy ﹆ vis.#jesse | 002. | you made the mistake of understimatin' me ﹆ vis.#loona | 002. | big bad bitch i'm the baddest ﹆ vis.#lucifer | 002. | sinners one sinners all it's always prettiest after the fall ﹆ vis.#millie | 002. | i can feel the flames on my skin crimson red paint on my lips ﹆ vis.#moxxie | 002. | my name's blurryface and i care what you think ﹆ vis.#octavia | 002. | came and stole away the light and put it in my eyes ﹆ vis.#rizz | 002. | i could destroy you with my crazy fucking robot body ﹆ vis.#stella | 002. | don't i look nice batting my eyes isnt it pure perfection? ﹆ vis.#stolas | 002. | owl in a cage you show your age ﹆ vis.#striker | 002. | i'm a dead man walking hell's at my door ﹆ vis.#vaggie | 002. | gotta be so cold to make it in this world ﹆ vis.#val | 002. | call me sir call me daddy call me ceo ﹆ vis.#vortex | 002. | won't see me comin' at the door before you even blink ﹆ vis.#vox | 002. | don't overthink this look in my eye don't be scared don't be shy ﹆ vis.
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666writingcafe · 2 years
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The Dance Has Finally Arrived
Author's Note: I think a good song that Lucifer and MC would dance to in this scene would be Danse Macabre.
The most surprising thing that has occurred to me this evening is the fact that so many people have wanted to dance with me, and not just those involved in the exchange program. Granted, I think some of the demons I danced with wanted to eat me once we were done, but they didn't, which I take as a win.
I'm currently sitting next to Asmo after Mammon insisted on having me as his partner for the last two dances. Asmo's in the middle of telling me a story about one of the demons he danced with when Lucifer approaches us.
"MC," he states, interrupting Asmo. "I'd like for you to dance with me." He extends his hand out to me, to Asmo's glee. Thankfully, the fifth brother has enough decorum to not squeal in the ballroom, but I can see the excitement in his eyes. Nervously, I get up and take Lucifer's hand, and he guides me away from Asmo.
"You've been quite popular this evening," he says as he helps position me. "I think everyone here likes you."
"That's a relief," I reply. His left hand grabs a hold of my right, and I feel a stone press flat against my hand.
Can you hear me? I hear Lucifer's voice ask in my head.
Yes. I answer. The stone must allow people the ability to communicate telepathically.
"I'll lead," he responds out loud as the music begins playing. As soon as our feet begin moving, our mental conversation resumes
Do you know why I asked you to dance with me?
No.
In general, there are all sorts of reasons why one might ask someone else to dance. For example, they might be interested in them, they might want to touch them, or they might simply be doing it out of politeness.
My guess is that you're doing it out of politeness.
No. I'm using the opportunity to have a private conversation.
But you don't want anyone to overhear us, hence the stone.
Exactly. You know how you said you've been worried about me?
Yes.
Well, I've been worried about you myself. I know that you've not been in control of all of your decisions.
Am I in trouble?
No. Not with me. But we both could face dire consequences if Diavolo found out that I disobeyed his orders to send my youngest brother to the human world and that you've come into contact with him and are now possessed.
Then why did you allow me to sleepwalk my way up the stairs?
Because the longer I kept you away, the more dangerous Belphegor would have become in his attempts at getting you to him. I know you are trying your best to fight him, but he's very good at getting his own way, as you've been forced to witness. He's using you to escape the attic, and I'm afraid the only thing I can do is postpone his plans. Since he possessed you in your dreams, I can't stop him completely.
What will you do to me when he does escape?
I don't know. There's a part of me that wants to show you no mercy when you've become a threat to us, but there's also a part of me that wishes to destroy my brother for what he did to you. He's forced you into a very similar situation to the one I'm in with Diavolo, and it infuriates me. I at least was able to make that decision, however painful and loathsome it has become.
Is there anything I can do to stop him?
Keep fighting him for as long as you can. That's all you can do. The song's almost over, and Solomon looks very eager to dance with you.
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foreverfallen · 2 years
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open starter / anyone can reply
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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑, but she doesn’t let it show. There’s a stone look on her face, though her eyes... her eyes are haunted as they glaze over with the memories. Memories of loss, of suffering. Of a pain that she had never thought to feel-- the absence of everything she’d come to know. 
“ No one heard our screams for a long time, ” she admitted, wind whipping the cloak around her shoulders against her. The wind was brutal this high in the mountain, but she liked it. Not the cold; well, she’d grown used to that, but the height here-- 
It let her see the world, so vast and wide open. The space that she had been denied for so many eons. 
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rakkikuroba · 2 years
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All the killers are ugly. And mostly Ghostface too.
Except the Pig.
Please marry me Amanda.
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year
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everything about the Uriel & Castiel confrontation scene is also designed specifically to murder me
#the uriel-castiel-anna triangle of rebellion is sooo yummy#seriously if I could vote for two angels to be revived to stay thru the whole show#like the ones I think would be most narratively satisfying would be uriel and anna#I WANT TO SEE THEM EVOLVE ALONGSIDE CAS#we were robbed#good spn that lives in my brain where uriel & Anna & Cas make it to the end of the show#and they’re so fucked up about it. they really are.#all tried or succeeded in killing each other at least once#but they’re also like. heaven is nearly obliterated. they’re all that’s left of their garrison.#‘they’re all that’s left’ really turning out to be my new favorite relationship dynamic#it’s about clinging to what was once safe and warm and familiar. and knowing it’s not. knowing it never will be again.#but it was. you love it because it was. you love it and it hurts you and you love it still.#and like none of them get what they want#uriel’s belief in lucifer falls apart when the apocalypse does. Anna NEVER gets to be human again. Castiel loses everything over and over.#and in the end they’d just have each other. and it would suck. but they’d still be there.#also they are by far the funniest options for Jack co-parenting#anyway the way uriel talks about Lucifer will stick in my head forever.#he introduces him as ‘their brother’ before anything. before he talks about power or beauty or anything. he calls lucifer their brother.#‘he defended us’ URIEL I WISH YOU HAD LIVED TO MEET HIM FUCK I WANT TO LIVE IN THAT TIMELINE SO BAD#spn
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alastorss · 3 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.
He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.
Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.
Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.
At least, that's what he thought.
There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.
"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.
Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.
But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.
"Why, thank you, darling!"
He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.
He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.
The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.
Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
You have some nerve, he thinks.
Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.
It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.
So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.
There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.
"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.
"Why would something be the matter?"
He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.
You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"
"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."
You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?
Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.
His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.
"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.
Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.
His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.
"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."
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