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Just the thought of her had Daryl scowling deeper, and despite his best attempts all night, he still couldn’t understand exactly what had happened between them. It just didn’t make any damn sense. She trusted him to take care of her, to keep her safe and fed, but not to be faithful to her? He’d laid down his life to save hers, got the absolute shit kicked out of him trying to protect her. Wasn’t that enough to show her just how he felt about her? How much he fucking cared about her?
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Ok fine I'll use the queue for once
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If DC had balls they’d tell us Alfred’s opinion on Brexit
I dont trust any dc writer to understand Brexit enough or for them to actually give the real answer which we all know that bastard flew back to England just so he could vote leave and it wasn't bc of the bus
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hey y’all!
so i’ve been considering this a lot in the past few weeks, and figured i’d make an official post so you all know i’m alive and what not since i have been very much inactive as of recently.
i’m taking a break.
not forever! not because of anything in the fandom! this break is solely due to personal life reasons and the fact i just can’t be as active on here right now between my jobs and personal affairs. and it also won’t be long — i’m going to be off here probably through the end of november. if i have the time/mental capacity to come back before then, i absolutely will 🖤 but right now, tumblr isn’t something that fits easily within my days and also, writing for my fics hasn’t been something i can easily do not due to lack of inspiration but lack of time.
again, this is just due to my own personal life currently. nothing happened in the fandom that motivated this decision (i honestly don’t even know what’s happening on here currently solely because i haven’t had the time to scroll lol) and it’s very much not permanent, and will HOPEFULLY be very short. like i said, until the end of november. i’ll still be writing in my free time, and my hope is to be able to update fics once i’m back and worse better than ever! 🖤
see y’all in december <3
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some Lucifer headcanons and stuff (Part 1)
he initially didn't want a castle at first because anything ostentatious and fancy reminded him too much of Heaven
not to mention he's gotten pretty comfy w the lil cottagecore life the three of them got going
but nope, the other kings insist he has a castle of his own (and to also establish the capital for Paradise Lost)
he wanted to tell them he's fine without a castle but Mammon had already made up his mind, deciding that that'll be his welcoming gift for him and he and Satan are a few ways away, picking out a good spot for it
meanwhile, Levi and Beel ask him about potential nobles to serve him
he relented because Gamigin and Jjok looked so excited at the thought of living in a castle
Lucifer met Morax first, then Marbas, then Buer
man's got the voice of an angel (hehe) but rarely sings (he used to together with the seraphs but after the fall the desire to sing is almost nonexistent)
he also knows how to play a few instruments
one day he felt a bit nostalgic and started to absentmindedly sing while doing paperwork
he got carried away to the point he was singing loud enough that it can be heard outside his office and the windows
the devils who heard his singing wept (especially the nobles)
they declared that day a national holiday in Paradise Lost
Gamigin has a recording of the singing (that he sometimes listens to in secret)
oh crap there's a lot lmao gonna post part 2 the day after
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Daryl jolted awake, and judging by the barely lit sky, it was still over an hour before dawn. He groaned and let his eyes drift back shut until he realized he had a lot more room on the mattress than he remembered. He bolted upright, smacking his head on the underside of the bunk above him, and muttered several choice words. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sore spot on his head when Beth reappeared, her face immediately showing concern when she saw him. “What happened?” she whispered.
“Smacked my head on the damn bunk,” he grumbled. Even in the dim light, he didn’t miss Beth’s tiny smirk as she sat down next to him.
“Poor baby,” she said with a pout that fought with her smile. She reached up and gently guided his head lower so she could plant a kiss, somehow knowing exactly where it smarted the most. “You gonna be okay?”
Daryl scowled half-heartedly at her. “I’m fine,” he said as he moved to lay back down.
Beth followed suit, then brushed his shaggy hair away from his already drowsy eyes. “I dunno…maybe I shouldn’t let you sleep, in case you have a concussion.”
Opening one eye, partially to glare at her, partially to see if she was being serious, he growled out, “Shut up,” before wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her into him.
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Seeing some AI bro try to "complete" Keith Haring's unfinished painting genuinely hurt me as a fan of his work, like jfc way to completely miss the point and trivialize how powerful of a message it portrayed. Here's the actual painting, untouched.
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