I burn cold

#queenwithoutherthrone #ooc

hey thar

[text:] Why didn’t you just go to him. Why are you using a phone anyways?

[Text:] He’s warded himself from me.

[Text:] Oh, right. I forgot about that. Where are you anyways?

[Text:] Some sad little town in Arizona.

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[text: Luci] : [A nice picture of his hipbones with a soft happy trail leading down into the hem of his boxers][text: Luci] : [A crystal clear photo of his shaft in his POV, thumbing his slit][text: Luci] : Miss you. Wishin’ you were here to give my cock a little lovin’…

He tried not to let that feel insulting. Although he did admit he was mildly disturbed at the thought of Gabriel taking a yoga class, something he’d learned about while crawling determinedly through Nick’s thoughts and memories.

So Lucifer decided that particular text didn’t need an answer.

He looked around, then stared at his phone silently. Truth was he wasn’t sure. He’d had the whole end-of-the-world plan for so long without it he wasn’t quite sure how to occupy himself. He couldn’t go to Heaven or to Hell, he hated humans. So what was left.

He could always start the apocalypse again…but he was a little tired. He was also down a couple of horseman rings. There were multiple problems with being thwarted the first time. He was also down a Sam, thanks to that little brown-nosing Winchester-lover Castiel, the traitor.

[Text:] I

[Text:] Don’t know.

[Text: Luci] Had a feeling.

Gabriel paused, unable to hinder the pity rising in his chest. His brother had one purpose throughout most of his time. One deed to give him the life he’d expected and allow him to rebuild the world - to have a plot in the whole thing. Instead he’d gotten stuck back in the hole he dug for himself and upon digging out had nowhere else to turn with his existence.

[Text: Luci] You know, I’ve had a few hard feelings about the whole… Angel blade in the guts thing, but… You’re still my brother, stabbings aside. And now that you sprung outta Shawshank, there’s nothing stopping us from being brothers again.

#stickyfeathers #[Damnit I am tearing up now]#[Too connected to my muses]

[Text:] I'd like that.

Truth was in his self-imposed isolation, nursing his wounds and adrift in his existence the offer was something of a lifeline. He'd missed his brothers. He'd missed them the whole time as a matter of fact. Stuck in the cage so long with only his own company, not even a vessel's conscious to talk to. He'd once been the brightest in all of Heaven. He taught Gabriel and the other angels tricks, told them stories.

And then the second he'd gotten out they'd all turned against him once again.

[Text:] I missed you very much.

[Text:] I'm so sorry Gabriel.

Even if it had been self defense. So many times he wished he'd restrained rather than killed. At the time he hadn't thought he'd had a choice. Gabriel was determined when it mattered. And he knew exactly how it felt to be trapped. He didn't want to inflict that on his favorite brother.

"Untie me Lucifer, I feel like I'm about to be dominated, and it's pissing me off."

"And I should care because...?"

#tearsofanangelonmyimpala #ask

exbloodjunkie

sam - the great escapist

#my vessel

[Text:] What are you wearing?

(text:) How the hell did you get my number and why are you interested in what I’m wearing? Are you into me? cause that’s just…..weird.

alwayhadtobeyou said: [Text:] Please give the phone to your brother.

Sam….why the hell would I-………wait…..oh! Are you seeing my brother? What the hell man? That’s not cool.

[Text:] I enjoy being inside him.

(text): Too much information! Thank you for that lovely image.

[Text:] You asked. You're welcome.

[Text:] Put Sam on the device.

#badassgreeneyedhunter

[text:] Sam dislikes answering phone calls for some reason.

[text:] Why didn’t you just go to him. Why are you using a phone anyways?

[Text:] He's warded himself from me.

sammy-is-too-sassy-forthisworld

Jared Padalecki 65-66/100 (x)

#my vessel

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[text: Luci] : [A nice picture of his hipbones with a soft happy trail leading down into the hem of his boxers][text: Luci] : [A crystal clear photo of his shaft in his POV, thumbing his slit][text: Luci] : Miss you. Wishin’ you were here to give my cock a little lovin’…

[Text:] You sent it to me, remember? I didn’t choose this mode.

First of all, everyone knows he was the coolest. Literally. Second, the implication that he was a bag of dicks was both inaccurate and insulting. When was the last time he insulted Gabriel?

That’s right, never. Gabriel’s the one flinging things about.

[Text:] I’m glad you’re alive. And fornicating with someone.

That was as close as he could get when Gabriel was being unreasonable. After all he hadn’t wanted to kill him, it’d been unavoidable. He’d mourned, and it’d seriously taken time out of his death-edule.

[Text: Luci] Eh. No fornication, unfortunately. Accidentally texting to you instead of the hot chick from my yoga class was apparently a domino effect to a flaccid penis.

He frowned at the texts he was getting, beyond irritated with… Well. His brother in general! The worst part was that Gabe was well aware Lucifer couldn’t help it. He was just robotic and grey by nature, as were all angels subjected to hiding away from human interaction. Damn. Castiel of all people was cooler.

[Text: Luci] What are you even doing now, anyway?

He’d of course meant in the grand scheme of things, but he definitely didn’t doubt the, ‘I’m texting you. What else would I be doing’ text.

#stickyfeathers #[Lucifer's feeling toward Castiel is very complicated.]

He tried not to let that feel insulting. Although he did admit he was mildly disturbed at the thought of Gabriel taking a yoga class, something he'd learned about while crawling determinedly through Nick's thoughts and memories.

So Lucifer decided that particular text didn't need an answer.

He looked around, then stared at his phone silently. Truth was he wasn't sure. He'd had the whole end-of-the-world plan for so long without it he wasn't quite sure how to occupy himself. He couldn't go to Heaven or to Hell, he hated humans. So what was left.

He could always start the apocalypse again...but he was a little tired. He was also down a couple of horseman rings. There were multiple problems with being thwarted the first time. He was also down a Sam, thanks to that little brown-nosing Winchester-lover Castiel, the traitor.

[Text:] I

[Text:] Don't know.

[Text:] No, of course not. You should know that I am Castiel.

[Text:] Phones are a difficult invention.

[Text:] I do agree with you there. You should have just called Sam to tell him that.

[text:] Sam dislikes answering phone calls for some reason.

[Text:] What are you wearing?

(text:) How the hell did you get my number and why are you interested in what I’m wearing? Are you into me? cause that’s just…..weird.

alwayhadtobeyou said: [Text:] Please give the phone to your brother.

Sam….why the hell would I-………wait…..oh! Are you seeing my brother? What the hell man? That’s not cool.

[Text:] I enjoy being inside him.

#badassgreeneyedhunter

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[text: Luci] : [A nice picture of his hipbones with a soft happy trail leading down into the hem of his boxers][text: Luci] : [A crystal clear photo of his shaft in his POV, thumbing his slit][text: Luci] : Miss you. Wishin’ you were here to give my cock a little lovin’…

[Text:] I literally just got out. Again.

He had a grand total of about two years on Earth and guess what, most of the time had been trying to get demonic shit together and start the apocalypse properly. It was hard work. Gabriel did nothing but watch his genitals inflate apparently.

[Text:] No.

He wasn’t excited. And it was very hard to feign enthusiasm after the whole Michael-in-the-cage thing.

[Text: Luci] You know, you did try to murder me and all. Maybe a little, ‘Hey, Gabe. You’re super cool.’, or ‘Hey, thanks for not trying to exact revenge on me for being a great big bag of dicks’ would be nice. The fact that a text is my first mode of communication from you is sorta stupid.

[Text: Luci] The apocalypse is off, bro. Find something to entertain yourself with.

Gabriel really couldn’t quite hold back his irritation for some reason. The simple ‘no’ had him agitated and ready to start picking a fight. Besides, why should he have to endure Lucifer’s crappy attitude? He deserved a little better than ‘no-fun-Nancy’ that he was being subjected to!

#[I don't know why but that phrase made me laugh]#[Angsty post-erection gabe]#stickyfeathers

[Text:] You sent it to me, remember? I didn't choose this mode.

First of all, everyone knows he was the coolest. Literally. Second, the implication that he was a bag of dicks was both inaccurate and insulting. When was the last time he insulted Gabriel?

That's right, never. Gabriel's the one flinging things about.

[Text:] I'm glad you're alive. And fornicating with someone.

That was as close as he could get when Gabriel was being unreasonable. After all he hadn't wanted to kill him, it'd been unavoidable. He'd mourned, and it'd seriously taken time out of his death-edule.

alwayshadtobeyou replied to your post:[Text:] I will feel you from the inside out, mark my words.

[Text:] This isn’t Sam is it.

[Text:] No, of course not. You should know that I am Castiel.

[Text:] Phones are a difficult invention.

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”Lucifer, dear — now this isn’t your designer prom dress…”

#reginamabaddon #starter #[Thank you for the starter]#[And you're welcome!]#[I've actually never played with an Abaddon before I'm like excited :3]

"My vessel's been indisposed at the moment. But I love what you've done with your hair. Red is your colour."

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[text: Luci] : [A nice picture of his hipbones with a soft happy trail leading down into the hem of his boxers][text: Luci] : [A crystal clear photo of his shaft in his POV, thumbing his slit][text: Luci] : Miss you. Wishin’ you were here to give my cock a little lovin’…

[Text:] An aroused vessel isn’t exactly shocking. You’ve been spending too much time with humans.

They all generally looked the same in his opinion. A head, two legs, two arms, two eyes. Everything else was just a variation of another. What would it say about him if he got upset at seeing something like that?

It would say he was a very unevolved archangel, that’s what. Humans had been fornicating since the beginnings.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, squinting at his phone for a moment. If there was anything he had to say about all this, it was that his big brother really needed to loosen up. To be fair, he’d had a lot more time to adjust to, and enjoy, humanity…

This was definitely a buzz kill of epic proportions.

[Text: Luci] Bro, you have got to get out more. This kind of crap is carnal and exciting and your lack of interest is literally ruining my buzz. Can’t you just act surprised to humor me?

#stickyfeathers #[Lucifer is pouting at his phone now]#[I don't even]#[He's all Gabriel can't you be normal for once I have to deal with so much]

[Text:] I literally just got out. Again.

He had a grand total of about two years on Earth and guess what, most of the time had been trying to get demonic shit together and start the apocalypse properly. It was hard work. Gabriel did nothing but watch his genitals inflate apparently.

[Text:] No.

He wasn't excited. And it was very hard to feign enthusiasm after the whole Michael-in-the-cage thing.

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#my vessel

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'Mighty Need'

Send Me ‘Mighty Need’ And I’ll Generate a Number.

—Kiss on any part of body.

Hesitation gripped him, eyes speaking what words could not. Sam’s lips made contact with chilled flesh just above the cheek. He rubbed gently over a faint mark on the forehead, and placed a soft kiss on it. ”Good?”