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OKAY, so here’s the deal. Since I’ve been god awful at getting on this blog… I think I’m going to bring Lucifer officially over to my multi. Not that I’ve given much attention to my multi, but it’s been way more than poor old Luci over here.

SO, for now at least, Imma be moving Luce over to @ovcrdramatiic because there is too much anxiety about me not being here ;A; Lucifer deserves better!!!

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OKAY, so here’s the deal. Since I’ve been god awful at getting on this blog... I think I’m going to bring Lucifer officially over to my multi. Not that I’ve given much attention to my multi, but it’s been way more than poor old Luci over here.

SO, for now at least, Imma be moving Luce over to @ovcrdramatiic because there is too much anxiety about me not being here ;A; Lucifer deserves better!!!

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/cries

i’m here, everyone! i promise. i’ve been mainly sitting on my multi @ovcrdramatiic and my mobile is signed into that account so i don’t see anything that is going on on this blog lol.

i don’t have a lot of threads going on, seeing as many of the partners i had in the past don’t really write anymore, SO if you’d like to plot something with me, please give this post a like!!!

I’d love to have more reasons for signing on here <333

Thanks for always being awesome! <3

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Tell Me It's Over

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Her voice is grating. Some, maybe, might find it attractive or even velvety, but not Samhain. It’s like she’s driving nails into his skull with every accursed syllable that leaves her lips. She’s a blight on his existence. The most annoying thing about her, though, is how she acts like this was all his idea. Sure, raising the dead and having them plague the world was his plan, but it was she who suggested the supernatural suppression field. All because she wants to draw Lucifer out into the open, weakened and without any kind of backup, so she can pounce. He doesn’t really understand her obsession with the archangel (Samhain wasn’t a fan even back when the guy ruled Hell), but it’s useful to him. Just like his desire to throw the world into chaos is useful to her. It’s a delicate marriage, one that he might end if she keeps pestering him though. Samhain sighs. He’s not much of a talker, never has been. Talking is for beings that like to hear themselves speak, and he’s more of a doer. But she forces him to talk, and he hates it. When he speaks now, his voice is gruff and laced with annoyance. “The suppression field isn’t stable. It comes in waves, fluxing and flowing. If you don’t get a hold on that, Lucifer’s powers will come back in full and then where will we be?”

A hint of annoyance came in response to Samhain’s comment about the suppression field. She knew that he did not care for her all that much---the feelings were mutual---but they were all they’ve got for this plan to work.

A few steps were taken so she could sit on one of the chairs and crossed her legs, leaning back nonchalantly. “The suppression field takes A LOT of energy and power,” she explained, as-of-matter-of-fact. “You released me just recently, and I already accomplished a lot, have I not? It takes time, my dear. I don’t like it either, but in order for the whole world to be powerless, it takes a lot of concentration on my part. Besides...” She uncrossed her legs to move the other one on top, “Little Luci will not come back in full, I guarantee that.”

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Tell Me It's Over

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Hell. He’s not really sure what happens after death in this new world. The rules are… no longer obvious, and he begrudges Mac for making such a valid point. Roman obviously doesn’t want to go back to Hell. He’s pretty much just assumed that there’d be a nothingness now; an endless blank expanse where he can simply stop existing for the rest of time. If the dead are roaming the Earth then all bets are off, right? It was a good assumption, a solid one, but he can’t be sure that it’s true. And now he has to face that. Sure, being alive and forced to face… emotions… is a definite kind of Hell in itself, but it’s not worse than the physical place. He’d rather feel sadness and clawing depression for the rest of forever than go back into that burning pit of endless pain and torture. Fuck. His mind is made up, it seems. He grinds his teeth together to stop from groaning as he hauls his ass to his feet, using Mac for support, non-verbally relenting his stance. He hates how easy it was for him to be swayed. He hates that Mac got into his hand with one little, desperate comment. He hates that he’s been forced out of his own head and to accept the reality, however inconclusive it may be. He hates that now he has to live.

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“Samhain,” a velvety voice echoed throughout the hall as heels clinked against the marbled floor. A shadow lingered behind her as she walked, her deep red hair glimmering almost unnaturally in the dim light of the White House. The embodiment of Hell waltzed into what was left of an office that she did not care to even try to learn the name of; humanly possessions bored her so.

“So, I’ve done what you asked,” she continued, stopping a few feet away from the other with her arms crossed over her flowing, long, black dress. “What is our next step? If you want me to keep helping, you will have to be specific with what you need, my dear.”

Helena was growing impatient, really only interested in torturing souls---well, mainly one soul in particular. Lucifer’s. She missed their quality time when he was in the Cage, and wasn’t able to find anything else in her existence as fulfilling as that.

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**If we do s13 stuff, we will have to discuss a lot of what we wanna do, since he’s very canon divergent from that season!

***Please note that my Lucifer is canon divergent in many other ways. You can see those changes on HIS PAGE, although I really have to go through it and update it a bit. Still, the info there still stands!

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Fi tries to stand firm at the rage that appears from nowhere from the utterance of one name from her lips, but her magic butts against the rising tide of his grace only growing in it’s ferocity. She can’t help but be frightened she can’t believe that this is the same being that she was laughing and joking with, begging him not to leave her not more than an hour ago. Where had he been in the time she wondered. What had he done in the time he’d been away?

The room starts to shake, as his grace reaches fever pitch, the feel of its power making her wince and this time she steps back, “I’m …” but his hand is about her throat and the blade in her hand almost slips through her fingers as her toes dangle above the ground as fear threatens to overcome everything. “We are very, very different,” she gasps out. her fingers tightening once more about the hilt. “VERY! Please let me go Luce. I’m sorry I called… I can’t… I can’t breathe.”

He’s an archangel, she may be named after one but she’s not one. She realises what she must do if she’s going to survive the devil himself. “PleaseI loved you.” But everyone lies to her and yet again someone has their hand about her throat trying to kill her. She has no choice but to sink the blade into his chest and she does as the edges of her vision starts to blur. 

       All of the anger that he’d felt ever since the Fall had never truly escaped him. No matter how many angels, demons, creatures, or humans he killed, it continued interlaced with his Grace to NEVER leave. The archangel thought that once he was out of the Cage and showed his “beloved Father” that he was stronger than ever, he’d be able to move on. Well... apparently not.

       As he held her against the wall, squeezing her life force thin, his red eyes continued to shine brightly and with a LOATHING that he could not contain. He loved her, yes, but everyone he loved left him in the end; betrayed him; they always ended up HATING him in the end. So why not just kill her right here and now? It wasn’t like she would ever accept him for who he truly was---no one ever did. All they cared was the stories that were told, and he was never given a second chance---EVER.

       He couldn’t finish the job because he hesitated for too long. The hunter in Fi had found a way to stop him, albeit temporarily, by stabbing him with his own archangel blade. How IRONIC is it to be stabbed with the thing that you’ve used on numerous brothers and sisters?

       At the piercing of the blade, he screamed out in pain, letting go of her and letting her drop to the ground. Thankfully for him, it was far enough from the heart that it didn’t kill him. The scream was amplified with a shrieking sort of sound from his Grace, the lights in the room growing too bright to be safe.

       The light bulbs burst and everything went out the moment Lucifer tore the blade away from his chest. Eyes dimmed away from the red and back to the blue, the stabbing disrupting his rage before it destroyed the entire building. His now icy blue eyes glanced down to where Fi should be, but she wasn’t there anymore.

       She ran, he thought to himself angrily---

       ---but a part of him was relieved that she’d gotten away.

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Seeing Double

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       The minor spark of surprise was no reason to give pause, nevertheless he allowed a moment of though to pass on the matter. “As expected, given that rather time-consuming hobby of theirs,” Lucifer initially replied, as hunters rarely took time for themselves. “They only see you as my vessel, I wouldn’t take it personally. Either way, I’m in need of something in the bunker and while I could get it myself, I’d prefer to keep off their radar for now. They’re prone to getting in the WAY.” And in retrospect killing them was optional and easy, yet he still needed Sam alive.

       There it is, Nick thought to himself after Lucifer starting giving him more of his PLAN. He watched the other closely, trying to keep his demeanor nerve-free in the presence of the archangel. Despite their connection being something that kept him calm, it was only truly the time that Lucifer had taken over when Nick felt at complete PEACE. Taking the reigns of his own body was somewhat anxiety-inducing.

       “From their bunker?” he asked finally, an eyebrow raised in question. “What would you need me to get?” It felt idiotic how quickly his gut-reaction to please the other was.

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[;Nick psa]

ALSO, I finally caught up with the newest season of Supernatural.

It won’t come as a surprise to any of you that I completely reject s14 Nick. He’s been a character I’ve been developing ( mainly with the help of @i-will-never-love-you - love u boo <3 ) for a long, long time, and I just REALLY hate the direction they went with him in the show. sorry not sorry. Lucifer is already canon divergent, so why shouldn’t Nick be???

So, just a reminder - I reject most about s13 Lucifer and now as well as s14 Nick. Got it? Kay! 

Thanks for coming to my mini-Ted Talk :) <3

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Tell Me It's Over

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Roman stares up the sky. Unlike the ground, the sky is clear and the stars are twinkling brightly above. He vaguely hears Mac approaching, then speaking, but he doesn’t respond right away. He’s only just barely managing to ignore the shooting pain in his arm that seems to be spreading out to the rest of his body… like a wildfire in a dried out forest. He doesn’t want to move, both because it hurts and because he’d honestly rather just die down here. “Go back up,” he whispers. He can only just barely make out Mac’s face through the darkness, the edges of his features lit up by the pale moonlight. It’d be a poetic moment if not so pathetic. “I don’t want to go back with you. Leave me here and go.” He just… doesn’t want to fight this fight anymore, this war inside of him. He’s so tired. He had assumed they were higher up in the building than the second goddamn floor… if only he’d been right, he wouldn’t have to be dealing with this anymore. “Mac, I… I want to die, okay? I can’t make that any clearer. Please.”

“No,” Mac answered firmly. He couldn’t just stand by and not do anything... he would not be able to live with himself if he left Roman to die---especially a death as gruesome as being zombie food. He brought two hands to the former demon and started lifting him from his armpits. “C’mon, we gotta go back up,” the Djinn continued, despite knowing that his companion did not want to go.

There have been too many times that he’s been useless, and this wasn’t going to be the time now. He might not have his powers, but he still had his determination, which was what got him away from his old life anyway. You can do this, Mac! he thought to himself.

“Listen, I know you don’t want to live,” he continued in a hushed voice as to not attract any zombies. “But what happens to you when you die? You were a demon, but now you’re human. Does that mean you go back to Hell? Do you really want to go back there? Think about this like a second chance at life---sure, life sucks right now, but we can make the best of it.” The redhead wasn’t sure if he was really making any good points right now, but he was hoping he could at least convince the other to live another day.

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♫ BACK AGAIN ~ ♫

anywho, hello my friends! I’m so sorry for my absence. I’ve been apologizing for that a lot on all my blogs lol. It’s finally summer vacation now, though!!!! So i’ll be here a lot more often. <3 I’m going to be working on drafts... posting new starter calls and such!!!

( It’s sad bc this blog used to be my most active, and now it’s kinda dead. I feel like a lot of my RP partners are also in the same boat where they just have been busy and not really doing replies. Gonna try to keep myself from disappearing, though!

I know a way I can do that is by moving Lucifer to my multi, but I’m a sentimental p.o.s. who keeps thinking about how many years i’ve stayed on this blog. BLEH. idk. probably will just keep him here, who knows XD )

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@allkindsofmuses || HS!AU Brothers

       “Mikey!!!” Lucifer called out at his brother, making his way up the stairs quickly from the kitchen. Their father was already at work, and Michael was the only one with a driver’s license, so he needed to take all the brothers to school with him. He pounded on his brother’s door with his fist, growing impatient. “I swear if you don’t get out of that room, I’m going to skip class and then I’m going to blame it on you to Dad!”

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Dean stared at the man, analyzing him for any obvious weak points or obvious signs he’d be a good target. It took mere seconds for Dean to calculate, but he had done this for years. He had it down to a science.

“Yeah,” Dean chuckles, “I suppose I do. Everyone has things they’re dealing with. But you, my friend, do not seem fine. In any sense of the word.” Dean turned his fully attention to the man.

“I’m here if you need to talk about it.”

Most drunks around here loved that phrase. They always overshared, and Dean hopes this guy wasn’t an exception.

Gotcha, Lucifer thought to himself, glad that the man had taken the bait. “Oh, y’know. Got laid off ‘a work an’ all,” he slurred his words before taking another swig of his drink. “Girlfriend left me, tho’ hones’sly I deserved it. Now it’sss jus’ tha drink that keepsss me goin’.” Lucifer didn’t want to toot his horn---all lies---but he felt as though he was nailing this character! Maybe one day go into acting... then people won’t be able to say that I’m a good for nothing kind of angel, he half-joked to himself, but then brought his attention back to his target. 

He kept an eye on him but pretended to not have a lot of control over his body or mouth. “I’m jus’ not a good person, she says, and that’s prob’ly right.” He was only giving out so much information to bring the other in.

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Seeing Double

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      He allowed his gaze to linger on the other just a little bit longer, aware of exactly how much TRUST Nick placed in the archangel. After a few moments of silence, Lucifer finally addressed him. “You’d be surprised how much you could help me out,” he mentioned. His immediate compliance was expected – and seeing as Lucifer knew him rather well, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t be willing to do.

      “A bit of information for now. For starters, how affiliated are you with the Winchesters?”

       At the mention of the Winchesters, Nick’s eyes widened slightly. That was weird... Why was Lucifer asking about him and the Winchesters? The vessel gave a shrug, the nervousness still within his chest as he gave his answer. “Not much. They haven’t really checked up on me after we separated. I’m not sure if they’re particularly excited about how I’m not against you,” he replied, shrugging slightly. He wasn’t sure what the angel was going to ask of him, but he had some sort of INKLING of an idea.

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Tell Me It's Over

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There’s a loud ringing in both of Roman’s ears. This isn’t what he expected death to sound like. He didn’t expect death to sound like anything at all. He’s not exactly sure what he expected death to be like the second time around. Would he end up back in Hell? Purgatory this time maybe? Or would it be nothingness. He would like nothingness. This is all stuff he probably should’ve given more thought before jumping off a building. Still, there’s no sound in nothingness, so clearly that option is out of the running. Sadly. He manages to roll over onto his back and open his eyes. Shit. His back, his eyes. His physical body. All of which he can still feel and move, which means… “Oh you’ve got to be shitting me,” he groans, probably louder than he should be. But right now he’s not focused on the fact that the undead could be anywhere around him, his thoughts are too busy being split between the intense burning sensation now forming in his arm and the fact that he’s still fucking alive.

I can’t see anything, Mac thought to himself as he squinted through the fog. He held his breath as he first ran back inside to grab his weapon from the backpack. He made his way to the edge of the escape to get to the moveable ladder, and he unlatched it and it slid down, to which he quickly grabbed onto and climbed down. There was probably only a foot or so between the end of the ladder and the ground, but the fog was so thick that it was hard to tell. Mac let go and landed gently on his feet. He wasn’t able to see very well, so he whispered the other’s name. “Roman?”

That was when the Djinn heard a groan and a voice that he’d grown to recognize the few hours he was with the had-been demon. The voice sounded close, but he wasn’t certain if there weren’t any roamers that were being attracted to all the noise the other was doing.

It took a few moments, but then he finally saw a dark blob amidst the thick air. He rushed over, kneeling down next to him. “What in the world were you thinking?” he asked in a hushed tone before looking him over. “Are you hurt? We gotta get back up there before the zombies find us---this fog is a disadvantage for us.”

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Tell Me It's Over

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As Mac sorted through his things, he found a box of Trix Cereal that he had been saving for a pick-me-up kinda day. He looked at the unopened box and shook it mindlessly. Yep, this is a good day for sugary goodness! He moved his way to grab bowls he'd scavenged the other day, the opening sound of the box more satisfying than it should be. Mac smiled at the familiar scent---this will do.

He poured the cereal into the bowls and then turned to face Roman, except there was no one there. A frown formed on his face as he looked around the room with no answer to his unspoken question.

"...Roman???" he called out, placing the bowls where they were seated earlier. It was in that moment that he noticed a breeze that cooled the room a bit. "What...?" He turned to see the window open, to which he brought a hand to his mouth as he muttered shit! under his breath. Rushing over to the window, he caught glimpse of a blur moving from the railing and towards the ground.

"Roman??? Roman!" He stuck his head out the window in panic, then rushing out onto the fire escape and over to the railing.

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Tell Me It's Over

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Roman grinds his hips up against Mac’s with the sole purpose of driving the other man mad. This is something he knows about; this is something he can do and not have to think over first. This makes sense. He deepens the kiss, his hands traveling under Mac’s shirt, feeling every inch of his skin. It helps that Mac is, for lack of a less romantic description, kinda beautiful. With his perfect skin and bright eyes, and even his ridiculous cartoonish hair color! It all works. And the way he flirts without even realizing he’s flirting, it’s all just… a package. A very nice, warm, inviting package. One Roman’s looking forward to unwrapping. He’s about to just that, when… when. He feels it. It’s like something that’s been sitting on his shoulders finally lets up and flies away. It’s like being hit by a freight train but also like having every fiber of his set on fire in all the best ways. He pulls away from the kiss, unable to focus on anything else as his powers return. It’s only for the briefest of moments, but he can feel the strength flowing through his muscles, the skip in his step he’s been missing for oh-so-very long coming back. He even feels it when his eyes flash black. For this one moment, in all but mind, he’s a demon again. And then… it’s gone. Just like that. The blackness of his eyes breaks apart and dissipates along with all the sudden strength and invincibility he just felt. It’s like coming down off as a massive high. The highest of highs. Is this what it was like for Mac earlier, when he regained his powers just long enough to save Roman’s life? He hates it. It’s worse than before. His original transition into a human was gradual, not sudden and all-at-once. He wishes the powers never came back. It’s like tasting ecstasy and then having it ripped away. He falls away from Mac and just… sits there on the floor, staring into space. His thoughts are… a mess… but through it all he knows one thing for certain: He never, ever, wants to experience this feeling again.

One moment the two of them are embracing one another in an electrifying passion, and then just as quickly as it started, it had stopped. Mac opened his eyes in confusion at Roman pulling away, brows furrowed as he looked over at him. “Are you oka---” he started to ask, but that was when he saw it.

Oh...my...god...

Did Roman’s eyes just flash black? He knew the guy was a supernatural being, but Mac never expected... this! 

Well, just because the guy’s a demon doesn’t mean that... it doesn’t mean that he was planning on doing anything to Mac...right? The redhead sat up straight and watched as Roman pulled away completely and sat mindlessly there on the floor... no words, no nothing.

Okay, well, he was really going to let himself die out there. It’s not like he knew you were there, right? So you came in and saved him, and if he wanted you gone he could have just gotten rid of you once he saw your hideout. All he wanted was alcohol, and he seemed sad. Mac was trying to reason with himself as he thought about what he was supposed to do next.

Demons were humans that made bad choices that ultimately led them to Hell, so they were human but just twisted versions of themselves. If Roman was a demon who’s been turned human, maybe that humanity can be tapped into again. Yes, he wasn’t going to let the other down.

“Roman?” he called out gently, crawling over to his new demon friend. “When’s the last time you ate? I’ve got some food we could dig into.” He gave him a small smile, hand resting on Roman’s shoulder.