wanderlust.

doesn't mean i'm lost. ⛥ ⛥ ⛤ indie reficul selective/private semi-hiatus penned by blu ⛤ ⛤ ⛤

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[paradisegate]

[eosforos-blog]

satanickadick:

“A week of utmost torment! You left me to such a cruel fate Refiiiii.”

Just as busy was most likely a understatement considering how little the pitch devil actually did the work he was assigned. It seemed like he had more fun whining and crying right now then actually getting the paperwork he had due in any way done. 

He left out a couple of loud sniffs at his head being pet, pushing it further into her hand like a cat and practically climbing on her, pleased at the affection his whining had generated. Looking up at her, he pouted childishly.

“Why can’t you take me with you, i’d be more fun then anybody else you meet there ya know!”

     “ Satanick, I appreciate your affection, but please, do not climb on me. ” 

     With that, effortlessly, she removed him from.. whatever he was attempting. She really never understood where the Pitch Devil was going with that... She hoped he realized she was much shorter than him. And while she could completely support his weight, it didn’t mean she wanted to.

     “ I am familiar with literally every individual I rule over. There is no ‘meeting’ anyone. I could take you, possibly... Maybe one day... But that would be it. ”

     She couldn’t bare the thought of Lzet having to deal with this man yet again.

     “ However, you visit spontaneously anyway... You could always prolong your stay. I don’t mind. All I ask is that you stay in line. ”

     That wasn’t realistic.

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Hierarchies are celestial. In hell all are equal.

Nicolás Gómez Dávila, from ‘Escolios a un texto implicito: Obra completa’ (via sempiternele)

[sensouken]

[arrogantsuggestion]

You are you, never faltering, unapologetic. Let them stare.

[ocelott]

Violeta Venganza

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[eosforos-blog]

Favourite thing about your wife, go

“ My favorite thing? ”

“ No such thing. There’s far too much to love about her. ”

[eosforos-blog]

satanickadick:

@eosforos || X

“Noo! I’m doing the worse ever for my gorgeous self! You left me to die alone and unwanted! Me! The wonderful best ever friend to you ever! How could you??”

She left him for a week.

“ Oh. ”

“ Is that actually what’s wrong, Satanick. It has barely even been a week...” She sighs before patting his head out of habit. “ I’m just as busy as you are, you know. ”

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[blck-xcvi]

[won-der-land89]

[eosforos-blog]

TACKLES AND CLINGS HELLO

“ Oh. ”

“ Hello, Satanick. Have you been well? ”

[eosforos-blog]

@fumus

     ... It appeared that she had arrived at a bad time.

    The devil felt the need to greet her not-so-beloved fellow devil spontaneously, as she had some free time, and seemingly no other soul did. Most times, that would be completely fine -- Satanick always greeted her with open arms.      And, along with it, tackling -- rather, attempted tackling. She always managed to avoid that at the exact moment.

    However, upon wandering his castle in search for the exuberant devil, greeting his subordinates formally as she advanced, she found... Somebody. Somebody, indeed.

     Her deep crimson eyes stared down the man lounging on a rather elegant sofa, not too far from the Pitch Devil’s office. Reficul recognized his ashen complexion, the eye bags that were nearly as dark as his disheveled hair... The profuse amount of cigarette butts next to him, put out onto the mahogany side table without a care -- the profuse amount of smoke leaving his lips, in soft clouds, despite that god being far from gentle... She knew who this was. Her memory wouldn’t erase such a being.

    “... Oh.”

    She let the noise escape her lips. Ah, no turning back now, then... May as well formally greet him. It had been a while, anyway....

    “ Good evening, Fumus. It’s been some time, hasn’t it? ”