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MC in Nightbringer:
Lucifer: So, you’re the new attendant.
MC: Actually I prefer the term, ‘Assistant Avatar’.
Lucifer: Assistant TO the Avatars.
MC: *stares* … I’ll have you on your knees before long, peacock man.
Lucifer: I beg your fucking pardon?
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beel by me
(update finished belphie he's up now, dia is next, also thank u 4 the love)
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Judas Was A Woman.
Warnings: Mild gore, mention of blood, probably  sacrilege, Christianity 
She is serving her sentence for betraying Jesus of Nazareth by being a foot soldier for God blah blah blah. She’s miserable in supposed paradise because no one will be friends with her and no one seems to understand and side with her. The Romans beat her half to death before she gave him up, she didn’t deny him three times. That’s some literary horse shit written by a man who assumed she was a guy bc her name sounded masculine to him smh.
Her sentence is up though, and she returns to the court of God to stand before Him, Jesus, and Saint Peter. Two of her former best friends, and a dad.
God asks her if she repents for betraying his only son, and she says yes. Of course she feels guilty, Jesus was her best friend and she believed in his mission. Before the Europeans turned it into the weird holy colonization effort it is today. But God sees all. He sees while she feels guilty, she is not as sorry as God wants her to be.
God sentences her to another millennia of service, and for the first time ever, Jesus protests. Lightly protests, but protests. So does Peter. This is harsh for a God who was supposed to be merciful. But God’s judgement was final.
Judas was astonished, and couldn’t hold her protests back any longer. “I will repent when you do,” she says in defiance. The holiest court goes completely silent. God stands. Jesus is scared.
“You are supposed to protect your children, yet you let them beat me into submission. I would have told them the sky was purple if it meant they would stop. You say my crime is betrayal, but I disagree. If the weakness of my humanity wad a crime then arrest me here, but I think the only crime committed that day was the assault of an innocent woman,” she stands strong as the silence around her rings in her ears. Judas doesn’t stop. “Would you rather me have died? Why should I have to die to prove my loyalty when I had followed Jesus for years of my life before then? Was that not enough? Have you ever wondered what Peter would have done in my position? Do you think Jesus would rather have me dead because I refused to give him up?” She raises her voice in defiance, it echos off the marble floors and ceilings. “Never,” Jesus answers her for his father.
God’s face remains neutral, but his words send a chill through Judas’ body. “I thought I had rid the heavens of Lucifer’s poison, but it seems some has seeped its way into your broken soul, little one,” Jesus’ eyes widen as he shakes his head, “Father please, have mercy-“
“This is mercy, my son,”
Judas is seized by two archangels who grab her by her arms and push her to her knees. “Remove her wings, and cast her out of this holy place. I will see to it I guide her to enlightenment from there,” God makes his way down the steps from his throne to kneel in front of her taking her face in his hands while he wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. This does nothing to distract her from the feeling of the Archangels’ hands at the base of her wings where they meet her back. This cannot be how they removed the from all those angels during Lucifer’s rebellion. This is cruel, this isn’t paradise.
“I know you will resent me for this. It is a burden I am willing to bear to save you from yourself, my daughter,” God says to her gently, as if this pains him as much as it does her. Judas is beginning to understand why Lucifer left when he did, and is wondering why she didn’t go with him when he asked her to join him. She looks at Jesus, who won’t watch, then to Peter, who has a look that would be unreadable to anyone else. Not her though, Peter is watching because he has to. It’s his duty. Peter is upset.
“You created Lucifer in your image. Body and mind. Yet you say he is a poison, and cast him out because he dared defy you? Or because he was too much like you, and you began to see the flaws embedded in yourself? Poking a hole in the facade of absolute perfection and authority,”
God smiles and chuckles at her, patting her lightly on top of her head. “May your veracity serve you well in your travels, little one,” he rises from his kneel before nodding at the angels. They effortlessly rip the beautiful white wings from her back. It’s not clean; it’s not meant to be clean. It’s meant to serve as a reminder of what happens when one defies God. Judas screams in pain as she collapses forward, caught by the same angels who has just thrown her wings to the side. They drag her out of the hall, blood from the gaping wounds in her back trailing behind her for everyone to see. So this is what it is like- to be martyred for what you believe to be true.
Judas is cast out of Heaven, she falls from the sky for what seems like years. The fire burning her skin and cauterizing her wounds. Humans look up at the night sky and see a shooting star. They make a wish.
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Introducing my new OC: Judas Iscariot (she/her). The betrayer. The flightless bird. The victim. The martyr.
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I’m back on my rp/fanfic/writing bullshit with new OCs and original music to go with them. Feels good to get back in the saddle
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A Simple Request (Lucifer x Blair)
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Lucifer x Blair Warwick (my MC)
Genre: Fluff. Lots of fluff. A little NSFW
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~3k
Hey guys! This is my second go at writing for Obey Me! I decided to write this based off an ask about Lucifer proposing received on Blair’s rp blog @miss-blair-warwick. I almost wrote this as a reader-insert fic, but idk I just really needed content of my girl and her mans tonight lmao. I do take requests for reader-insert stuff though, if you’re ever interested. Ok that’s it, enjoy!
Saturdays were the one day a week Blair was guaranteed to have time with Lucifer. They both were very busy people. Lucifer was occupied with his work, and Blair with her studies, so they didn’t see a lot of each other during the week. Only the soft moments between the pair when they woke up in each other’s arms each morning, and the steamy nights when Blair would fight off the fatigue of the day to wait up for Lucifer to come to bed. As well as the daily event of Blair bringing Lucifer a cup of tea late at night, and attempt, usually in vain, to get him to come to bed early with her. 
Saturdays, however, were his day off. Every Saturday, Blair was promised a date night of some sort, multiple opportunities to…make up for lost time, and a morning to sleep in with him on Sunday. 
Saturdays also meant: bath time 
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people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you
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Y’all I think Levi’s chilling in the human realm on the DL
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i taught swim lessons and preschool, do y’all wanna hear the most ridiculous white kid names i’ve ever seen?
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Mammon, gets a pancake stuck to the ceiling:
Satan: Don't say it, don't say it, don't FUCKING say it.
Mammon: Batter up.
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Judas Was A Woman.
Warnings: Mild gore, mention of blood, probably  sacrilege, Christianity 
She is serving her sentence for betraying Jesus of Nazareth by being a foot soldier for God blah blah blah. She’s miserable in supposed paradise because no one will be friends with her and no one seems to understand and side with her. The Romans beat her half to death before she gave him up, she didn’t deny him three times. That’s some literary horse shit written by a man who assumed she was a guy bc her name sounded masculine to him smh.
Her sentence is up though, and she returns to the court of God to stand before Him, Jesus, and Saint Peter. Two of her former best friends, and a dad.
God asks her if she repents for betraying his only son, and she says yes. Of course she feels guilty, Jesus was her best friend and she believed in his mission. Before the Europeans turned it into the weird holy colonization effort it is today. But God sees all. He sees while she feels guilty, she is not as sorry as God wants her to be.
God sentences her to another millennia of service, and for the first time ever, Jesus protests. Lightly protests, but protests. So does Peter. This is harsh for a God who was supposed to be merciful. But God’s judgement was final.
Judas was astonished, and couldn’t hold her protests back any longer. “I will repent when you do,” she says in defiance. The holiest court goes completely silent. God stands. Jesus is scared.
“You are supposed to protect your children, yet you let them beat me into submission. I would have told them the sky was purple if it meant they would stop. You say my crime is betrayal, but I disagree. If the weakness of my humanity wad a crime then arrest me here, but I think the only crime committed that day was the assault of an innocent woman,” she stands strong as the silence around her rings in her ears. Judas doesn’t stop. “Would you rather me have died? Why should I have to die to prove my loyalty when I had followed Jesus for years of my life before then? Was that not enough? Have you ever wondered what Peter would have done in my position? Do you think Jesus would rather have me dead because I refused to give him up?” She raises her voice in defiance, it echos off the marble floors and ceilings. “Never,” Jesus answers her for his father.
God’s face remains neutral, but his words send a chill through Judas’ body. “I thought I had rid the heavens of Lucifer’s poison, but it seems some has seeped its way into your broken soul, little one,” Jesus’ eyes widen as he shakes his head, “Father please, have mercy-“
“This is mercy, my son,”
Judas is seized by two archangels who grab her by her arms and push her to her knees. “Remove her wings, and cast her out of this holy place. I will see to it I guide her to enlightenment from there,” God makes his way down the steps from his throne to kneel in front of her taking her face in his hands while he wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. This does nothing to distract her from the feeling of the Archangels’ hands at the base of her wings where they meet her back. This cannot be how they removed the from all those angels during Lucifer’s rebellion. This is cruel, this isn’t paradise.
“I know you will resent me for this. It is a burden I am willing to bear to save you from yourself, my daughter,” God says to her gently, as if this pains him as much as it does her. Judas is beginning to understand why Lucifer left when he did, and is wondering why she didn’t go with him when he asked her to join him. She looks at Jesus, who won’t watch, then to Peter, who has a look that would be unreadable to anyone else. Not her though, Peter is watching because he has to. It’s his duty. Peter is upset.
“You created Lucifer in your image. Body and mind. Yet you say he is a poison, and cast him out because he dared defy you? Or because he was too much like you, and you began to see the flaws embedded in yourself? Poking a hole in the facade of absolute perfection and authority,”
God smiles and chuckles at her, patting her lightly on top of her head. “May your veracity serve you well in your travels, little one,” he rises from his kneel before nodding at the angels. They effortlessly rip the beautiful white wings from her back. It’s not clean; it’s not meant to be clean. It’s meant to serve as a reminder of what happens when one defies God. Judas screams in pain as she collapses forward, caught by the same angels who has just thrown her wings to the side. They drag her out of the hall, blood from the gaping wounds in her back trailing behind her for everyone to see. So this is what it is like- to be martyred for what you believe to be true.
Judas is cast out of Heaven, she falls from the sky for what seems like years. The fire burning her skin and cauterizing her wounds. Humans look up at the night sky and see a shooting star. They make a wish.
~~~
Introducing my new OC: Judas Iscariot (she/her). The betrayer. The flightless bird. The victim. The martyr.
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Judas Was A Woman.
Warnings: Mild gore, mention of blood, probably  sacrilege, Christianity 
She is serving her sentence for betraying Jesus of Nazareth by being a foot soldier for God blah blah blah. She’s miserable in supposed paradise because no one will be friends with her and no one seems to understand and side with her. The Romans beat her half to death before she gave him up, she didn’t deny him three times. That’s some literary horse shit written by a man who assumed she was a guy bc her name sounded masculine to him smh.
Her sentence is up though, and she returns to the court of God to stand before Him, Jesus, and Saint Peter. Two of her former best friends, and a dad.
God asks her if she repents for betraying his only son, and she says yes. Of course she feels guilty, Jesus was her best friend and she believed in his mission. Before the Europeans turned it into the weird holy colonization effort it is today. But God sees all. He sees while she feels guilty, she is not as sorry as God wants her to be.
God sentences her to another millennia of service, and for the first time ever, Jesus protests. Lightly protests, but protests. So does Peter. This is harsh for a God who was supposed to be merciful. But God’s judgement was final.
Judas was astonished, and couldn’t hold her protests back any longer. “I will repent when you do,” she says in defiance. The holiest court goes completely silent. God stands. Jesus is scared.
“You are supposed to protect your children, yet you let them beat me into submission. I would have told them the sky was purple if it meant they would stop. You say my crime is betrayal, but I disagree. If the weakness of my humanity wad a crime then arrest me here, but I think the only crime committed that day was the assault of an innocent woman,” she stands strong as the silence around her rings in her ears. Judas doesn’t stop. “Would you rather me have died? Why should I have to die to prove my loyalty when I had followed Jesus for years of my life before then? Was that not enough? Have you ever wondered what Peter would have done in my position? Do you think Jesus would rather have me dead because I refused to give him up?” She raises her voice in defiance, it echos off the marble floors and ceilings. “Never,” Jesus answers her for his father.
God’s face remains neutral, but his words send a chill through Judas’ body. “I thought I had rid the heavens of Lucifer’s poison, but it seems some has seeped its way into your broken soul, little one,” Jesus’ eyes widen as he shakes his head, “Father please, have mercy-“
“This is mercy, my son,”
Judas is seized by two archangels who grab her by her arms and push her to her knees. “Remove her wings, and cast her out of this holy place. I will see to it I guide her to enlightenment from there,” God makes his way down the steps from his throne to kneel in front of her taking her face in his hands while he wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. This does nothing to distract her from the feeling of the Archangels’ hands at the base of her wings where they meet her back. This cannot be how they removed the from all those angels during Lucifer’s rebellion. This is cruel, this isn’t paradise.
“I know you will resent me for this. It is a burden I am willing to bear to save you from yourself, my daughter,” God says to her gently, as if this pains him as much as it does her. Judas is beginning to understand why Lucifer left when he did, and is wondering why she didn’t go with him when he asked her to join him. She looks at Jesus, who won’t watch, then to Peter, who has a look that would be unreadable to anyone else. Not her though, Peter is watching because he has to. It’s his duty. Peter is upset.
“You created Lucifer in your image. Body and mind. Yet you say he is a poison, and cast him out because he dared defy you? Or because he was too much like you, and you began to see the flaws embedded in yourself? Poking a hole in the facade of absolute perfection and authority,”
God smiles and chuckles at her, patting her lightly on top of her head. “May your veracity serve you well in your travels, little one,” he rises from his kneel before nodding at the angels. They effortlessly rip the beautiful white wings from her back. It’s not clean; it’s not meant to be clean. It’s meant to serve as a reminder of what happens when one defies God. Judas screams in pain as she collapses forward, caught by the same angels who has just thrown her wings to the side. They drag her out of the hall, blood from the gaping wounds in her back trailing behind her for everyone to see. So this is what it is like- to be martyred for what you believe to be true.
Judas is cast out of Heaven, she falls from the sky for what seems like years. The fire burning her skin and cauterizing her wounds. Humans look up at the night sky and see a shooting star. They make a wish.
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Introducing my new OC: Judas Iscariot (she/her). The betrayer. The flightless bird. The victim. The martyr.
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Oh my god it is lolol
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AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU AHHHHHHHHH THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU
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Merry (late) Christmas @lucifers-favorite-pen !! This has been sitting on my drafts for a few weeks and yet when it came to posting it, I am late. Still, I was happy to finally finish it and show it to you! I love you and I hope the new year treats you better, I think it already is! Merry Christmas Jamie!
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Is something happening rn that I should know about?
What’d I miss???😂😂😂
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I am so fucking happy. For the first time in months, I am so. Fucking. Happy.
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"You are the Reason I'm Still Here."
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( Prompt found here. I need some angst in my life, yall.)
Ship: Lucifer (Obey Me)/Original Female Character(s)
Warnings: Just angst(ish).
Today was no different from any other day. The basics: Mammon being stuck up, Levi being an otaku, etc. Melody was there for Lucifer whenever he needed her, just like she always did. Yet, Lucifer had said something that completely set his assistant off.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion."
She was enraged, her horns protruding from her head. Suddenly, she felt as if she was going to erupt in flames. She let out a chuckle and massaged her temples in anger as she tightened her lips. The situation wasn't looking good at all.
"Listen to me, Lucifer. I work day and night to get you what you need." She never called him by his first name unless it was truly urgent. She asked, "Who am I? Flypaper for freaks!?”
Nothing. In an effort to maintain control, Lucifer rubbed the bridge of his nose with a tight jaw. The importance of having an assistant was to take the weight off Lucifer's shoulders. Melody was calm and did not easily become angry. As the others heard the commotion, they silently screened over the corner, frightened.
Lucifer stood up, placing a hand on his desk. His eyebrow twitched in irritation as he looked down at the woman in front of him.
"If you disliked this job, why didn't you leave the first chance you had?"
Tears of anger ran down Melody's face as her hands bawled up into fists. She bared her teeth at him and growled.
"To be honest, Lucifer. You are the reason I'm still here. If I didn't want to be here, I would've left already. It seems to me like you don't really appreciate me as much as I thought you did. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have plans with Beelzebub to attend to."
With that, she stormed out of the room. Her shoulder bumping into Satan's as she walked off, sobbing. This left Lucifer in silence as Diavolo entered the room with his arms crossed.
"Great going, Lucifer."
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Vermillion Skies
{part three}
Lucifer must act quickly after Mc is assaulted by a demon. He must find the delicate balance of serving justice and being there for his beloved human in the aftermath of the assault.
Fandom: Obey me!
Genre: comfort, angst, some fluff
Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)
Written for F!MC
WC: ~3.6k
TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault / rape, graphic depictions of gore and violence.
Cw: Genital mutilation, catatonia, PTSD, panic attacks, anxiety, vomit, scenting/marking, revenge, breaking & entering, hateful/sexist language, mention of genitalia, virginity mention, violent death, swearing, spoilers for lesson 16+, pre-established relationship
>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<
Here’s part three! Because of the high demand, I expedited this one before finishing the Body Image series. However, it is a slight bit shorter than the others, and I will be breaking from this one to finish up some loose ends and complete a commission. I deeply appreciate the love for the series- as I love it too! I just need to finish up the stuff I had started before this one, so please be patient! Because of my deep love for this series, I dont want to rush things and risk ruining the plot! I have a lot of ideas for this one, so it may go on for awhile!!! It seems like it will be a lot longer than i originally intended so I can really savor it!! Read under the cut!
Tags for those who requested: @kairikazu05 @siniy606 @yukariutena. You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog! I have added it to all parts!
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Read Part Two here
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