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please don't steal my content! sabrathan and the ars paulina/omalharien are not based on the show's lore and are my creation to fit into the world of hh.
i'm officially over a year sober, and this affects how i do things here. ooc, i will occasionally talk about it. ic, my muses will not partake in activities of binge drinking / heavy alcohol consumption, and i'm not really interested in writing threads where that's the heavy focus ( ex. our muses go out drinking, getting wasted, etc. ). they'll drink, but in moderation for my comfort. this only applies to alcohol, not drugs.
"but of course!" there was already a bowl of the fruit ready to be prepared amongst all the other toppings he'd gathered ( maybe a little too much in his enthusiasm, but well, it was better than having not enough ).
lucifer moved to turn the stove on with a little help of some hellfire and set a pan on top to start the process. then he hesitated: would asking how charlie was be too much of a loaded question? he couldn't not ask. he'd just have to be careful about it.
he gently cleared his throat, turning his head to look over at her with a smile. "any plans for the day, char? i feel like you're always busy for some reason."
"I love pancakes with strawberries. Thanks, Dad." It's a good gesture. It's the kind that means a lot to her. Something simple from her childhood that he remembers about her enough to do a callback. It makes her feel a little lighter.
She starts working on the batter while Lucifer starts warming the pan. She glances up at his question.
"Yeah," she says. "Yeah, the day is a busy one. We've got all these people at the hotel here harassing Niffty that we have to figure out, and there's the mem--" She sniffs. "The memorial for Pentious. And that sorta' thing." She feels stupid for being so close to crying already. "I just like staying busy."
❝ FORGIVE ME IF I'M NOT SO OPEN TO THE IDEA OF BEING DOWN HERE. ❞ she can't help the way her wings flared out. a way to intimidate. a way to make herself larger. but as soon as they flare, they immediately crumple and tuck against her back. wincing in pain. hand suddenly gripping at her back near the base of one of her wings.
her teeth grit. her anger flares before she feels herself slightly fold in on herself. the anger immediately melting into the guilt and pain she's been feeling before she fell. now that she had a moment to just sit and think. her wings, even though damaged, are used to hide her partially away from lilith's sight.
❝ I know nothing about this place. I only know what I was taught and what I learned about Hell. Not everyone down here is good and deserve to be here. How was I supposed to know that souls could ascend if given the chance ? ❞ hand comes up to rest upon her forehead. keeping herself hidden away. ❝ And now I've left Heaven behind. I'm supposed to be in charge up there. It's my one purpose. Protect and make sure Heaven runs smoothly. How am I supposed to do that down here ? What use do I serve down here ? ❞
Sera flares her wings, and Lilith's own shudder, fanning out like a threat from beneath her silken robes. She glares at her sharply; all those eyes watching her, haunting and terrifying and infuriating to be put under the gaze of. Lilith glares until Sera mentions use, and it's only then that her face relaxes a little bit.
"Feeling you've failed in your divine purpose hurts," she says bluntly. "I've been there." She was made to be alongside Adam, the mother of humanity. Being set aside had hurt more than she cares to admit; it still hurts.
"You'll come to trust it in time," she says. "That it's the right path for you. The one you're meant to walk is the one you set. Not God's, not Heaven's, not Hell's. Yours. Trust in those you left behind to be alright in your absence. It's not easy. You'll learn."
Valentino's eyes widen, then relax as he laughs. “I've seen all kinds of dicks. That is barely a surprise, though I will admit it is impressive. I can see why mí angelito seems to have taken a liking to you.” Venomous grin doesn't leave the other demon as he sprawls himself on top of a table.
“I've known him for decades. He cannot hide things from me, as much as he may like to. But I would advise you to be careful. You wouldn't want to . . . take away from his work, would you? Especially since that goes into mine, and do let me say, I take things like these very seriously.”
Pentious wants to tell him to shut the fuck up. Wants to tell him to go to Hell, but well, they're already here, and what's the point of that anyway? To piss him off so he can take it out on Angel? It's a dangerous game that Pentious has no idea how to play.
"I'm not taking from anything," he says. "I've no interest in you or your work either. You're just some weirdo as far as I'm concerned."
She let out a growl of pleasure, bouncing up and down harder and fast, she let out more moans and growls at the sudden change of movement. The way he was hitting her inside her womb was intoxicating, it caused the imp to arch her head and stick out her tongue in bliss, breasts bouncing with both their movements. " Moxxie baby ugh gonna cum oh fuck oh hells." She moaned feeling that familiar bubbling of bliss. She held him into her, moaning his name she slammed herself down, moaning loudly of swears and his name as she came.
He loves the way she growls. The feral, primal nature of the way they make love has always delighted him, but this particular quirk of hers is something he's obsessed with. Moxxie smiles against her neck, pressing kisses to her collarbones, her shoulders, her breasts-- any part of her he can reach. Her shuddering and clenching around him as she reaches her peak is like an invitation to find his own. He bites at her neck, whimpering against her skin as he finally hit his peak and came.
"I love you," he praises, kissing the spot he'd just bitten. "You're so perfect, I love you so much."
She blushes softly at his words, giving a smile she kissed Moxxie softly, her arms wrapping around him, their tails moving to make a heart. After a few moments she pulled back. ' I think that's why we were able to meet, we are both a lot, but we also enjoy that part of us which is why you are my everything, my love.' She smiled kissing his forehead again as she held him. ' You are an amazing man...'
"I love you so much." Moxxie nuzzles against Millie. "Now tell me what's bothering you. What's going on?" He takes her hands, holding them reassuringly. "Whatever it is, we'll work through it together. We're best when we're together." He fully believes that, and it shows in his voice.
❝ DO YA REALLY HAVE T' COMPLAIN ? YA THINK I WON'T KISS YA IF YA ASKED ? ❞ there's laughter that comes from him. eyes watching the way he suddenly leaned in. feeling lips pressed against his wrist. ❝ I am, but that's part a the reasons why ya love me ! ❞
❝ Fine, fine. I'll grow it back jus' for ya. ❞ another bout of laughter at hearing the way ozzie squawked. moving his head to nuzzle against his chin. ❝ Huh ? ? Can't hear ya ova the sound a me carryin' ya ! ❞ more laughter as he casually walked off. where is he going ? who knows ! ❝ When was the last time ya got into a good fight ? I'll definitely invite ya next time. We both know it'll probably happen again. This is ME we're talkin' bout here. ❞
"But that would take away the fun of begging for it." Asmodeus smiles sweetly at Mammon, pressing a kiss to Mammon's jaw. He presses his temple to Mammon's shoulder for a moment; for all his joking, he really had been worried about him. "I do. You exasperate me, but I love you, ya maniac."
He laughs. "Where the Hell are we going?" he demands, though it's not serious. "You can't just pick me up and race away with no plan!" He bites Mammon's shoulder. "Put me down before you hurt yourself."
ik i owe a lot of people plotting message replies i am just. not feeling especially social. and would rather make y'all wait than be a bitch accidentally bc i'm in a bad mood sO thanks for your patience <3
❝ THAT'S IT, YOU JUST WANT ONE OF MY FEATHERS? ❞ she's a curious one, this sinner is. ❝ I mean, you're free to keep it, but are you sure you don't want anything else from me ? ❞ maybe her feathers are more important than she realized. to her, they're just feathers. they fall from her, she plucks them. nothing special in her eyes.
the little pat to her hand is oddly comforting. even if niffty is a little off putting, but she is good-natured in her own unique way. ❝ Well, I'm grateful for you to give me this chance. Thank you. ❞ there's a brief nod. softly holding onto niffty's hand when she took hold of her own. ❝ Lead the way, I'll follow. ❞
Niffty nods. "I collect things," she tells Sera. "I'm the Junkmother." A little twirl of her ticker tape magic twists around the feather, illuminating it in red light. "Things hold memories. Moments. The feather from a fallen angel's wing tells a good story. Thank you for letting me keep it; I'll put it somewhere nice."
Niffty keeps hold of Sera's hand with one of hers, and walks them through the tunnels, pointing to this bit of graffiti and that before eventually letting her go to unlock a heavy-looking iron gate. Through that, she works on undoing the series of locks on an equally heavy iron door with ominous markings across it.
She looks back at Sera and smiles wide. "Welcome to my nest."
Despite the name, the space is uncommonly neat. Crowded with aisles of shelves that go higher than Sera's head by a wide margin, but Niffty is an organized person. Centuries of collected memories and trinkets, each carefully labeled with the sinner it was collected from and what she gave in return for the memento.
Niffty scurries off to grab her step ladder, and climbs up to place Sera's feather in a large glass jar.
"How do you spell your name?" she asks, pulling a marker from her apron to write on the tag she affixes to the jar. "S-A-R-A-H or S-E-R-A? I need it for my note."
. | “ It’s okay to fall apart. I’m not going anywhere. ” moxxie to millie ﹆ @fatemastered
Millie did worry at times, she knew they loved each other but at the same time she knew she could be a handful at times. Her eyes moved to Moxxie as he spoke, was it really to fall apart? would he really stay? she loved Moxxie and believed his words, leaning forward her forehead moved against his own as her hand rested on the back of his neck,rubbing her forehead with his. ' I sometimes wonder, but thank you Moxxie, you are the best thing that has happened to me.' She said kissing his nose then his lips, pulling him close.
"Darling, you don't need to worry," Moxxie reassures her quietly. He presses a kiss to her temple, twining their tails together as he takes her hands. "I promised you when we got married that you were gonna' be loved by someone who does everything too much. You know that about me. I'm.... a lot. But you know what's also true? The one thing I can never do too much is love you. That amount has no limit, no matter what. No matter how bad things get or how confusing they can be, no matter how ugly the world is or makes us, I'm always gonna' be head over hoof in love with you and the incredible woman you are."
lucifer could see the cracks despite their metaphorical distance, mostly because he'd spent so long trying to keep his own crumbling under wraps from hell. he didn't always succeed, but it made him hyper vigilant of those he cared about.
"great! he replied brightly, clasping his hands together. the devil assumed they would not talk about charlie's worries and that this would be a light, easy-going breakfast. at least, at first? he still wanted to check up on her at a certain point, but didn't want to mess up by prying when she wasn't ready to talk about everything that transpired.
"to the kitchen!" lucifer quickly conjured up a portal directly to the common area kitchen, where he'd already prepared a few ingredients in case his daughter did indeed agree to spending the morning together.
"after you," he gestured, aiming to close the portal once he'd stepped through himself. "how'd you sleep?"
Charlie steps through the portal, clicking her hooves together for show as she does. She looks around, and the eagerness that was reflected in her father's expression comes across her own when she sees he's already started putting things together.
She grabs her sparkly apron from its hanger, putting it on and doing a little twirl.
"Pancakes with strawberries?" To give them little clown faces, of course.
