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[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wrote an established relationship amnesia fic for the lovely Quacks & Tunes Appleradio Zine, which has just opened leftover sales! It's fluffy and has a happy ending, and I hope you enjoy! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝💕✨

An excerpt:

Lucifer wakes in a bed he’s never seen before, wrapped in red covers. A gentle series of piano chords plays in the distance, leading to vocals about autumn and new love. At last, he notices them—wiry arms covering his midsection. Sharp, clawed hands have slipped underneath his shirt and gently press against his stomach. Lucifer shifts, trying to catch a glimpse of the other’s face, but they hug his torso tightly. The jazz song playing warbles into static. When the other refuses to budge, he relents, chases the other source of warmth in his bed, and buries his head into their fluffy chest. Glee pirouettes along his skin, traveling through his fingertips and across his heart, as the sin succumbs to that long-standing ache. He can’t remember the last time he got to be so close to someone, to even be allowed the chance to hold someone and be held in turn. In fact, he—Lucifer groans. He can’t remember much of anything at the moment.

[janjamming]

Is not immune to the allures of cookie yaoi,,🧡💙

[dwarficedforti]

A little test Well, good morning🦆

[snekdood]

but have you ever even heard of the fynbos biome ?!!?!?!?!

a biome so unique in south africa that it's earned an entirely new biome classification for itself. so many plants are endemic to this area, and ofc it's under threat of extinction.

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

It's a wonderful place! I had the privilege of visiting the fynbos last year and it was as amazing as these photos show and more!

[janjamming]

Haven’t drawn them in a year and a half… 🥺💛❤️

[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The third chapter of my soulmate-inspired Executioner AU is up! Here is another excerpt between Alastor and Lucifer as they stumble into further consequences of binding their souls together...✨📻🍎_ψ(‥ )

After some interminable time later, of hours of neither sleeping nor waking, Alastor opens his eyes to find Lucifer standing beside his bedroom window. Hues from the red hellish dawn haunt his porcelain face. "Rest well, bambi?" The Sinner tears his gaze from the way Lucifer's pale frame is cast in crimson overtones, at the dance of red reflections in his glassy eyes. The question posed feels oddly personal, openly tender, even, and Alastor decides to treat it as if he hadn't heard it—whatever works so long as he doesn't have to answer. Alastor, able to move once again, brushes his hand against his chest and grins a little wider at the complete lack of pain. Lucifer turns to look down at him, the devil's expression seeming slighted. "Hey, I know you heard me. I can tell when you're awake—your thoughts feel different… Less muddled and foggy." "Really? How interesting… Meanwhile I find your thoughts to be a constant mess, dimly lit and disorganized." Alastor chuckles at Lucifer's small sound of displeasure and pushes himself up to lean casually against the headboard. "But that does beg a question I've started to wonder… Exactly how conjoined have our minds become?"

[nochurnal]

no handshakes, only hand kisses

[janjamming]

I finished writing the next chapter of my soulmate-esque Executioner AU, I hope you enjoy! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و✩°｡⋆✨📻🍎

An excerpt...

The ashen skin of Alastor's hands crumbles at the edges, golden cracks flowing from his fingertips to his elbows in complex, intertwining rivulets of amber. His hands and forearms resemble glass impacted by a thrown stone but not quite yet broken into pieces, a snapshot of utmost fragility in the moment before complete and utter destruction. He cannot move, both of out of sheer pain, yes, but also an inexcusable fear that he will shatter. A new golden web of his own making has ensnared Alastor's frame, binding him to a facsimile of Lucifer's immobility, so wholly in pain and without power that he wants to laugh at how completely his plans have gone awry. Instead, a tear leaves his right eye, briefly descending before the glass of his monocle catches it, preserving the droplet for both of them to see—the traitor. His breath hitches. "Oh, fuck." Lucifer is suddenly positioned right in front of him. He takes one look at Alastor's hands and turns his gaze back to the Sinner, one eyebrow raised. A question. Yes, you can touch. Alastor pushes through their bond. He is unable to move his lips and tongue. Fix them, already.

[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wrote the beginnings of a soulmate-esque Executioner AU, I hope you enjoy! 📻🍎✨✩°｡⋆⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

Lucifer sits upon his gilded throne in an empty palace. The click of Alastor’s heels on spotless floors rings loudly amid silence. A frankly ridiculous amount of gold climbs the plush filigree of Lucifer’s throne, woven into the fabric and winding around the Devil’s form in tangled arcs. To some, the sight might be another imitable display of his beauty, his divinity, and his power. To Alastor, with what he now knows about the King’s limitations, the gold bears an awful resemblance to thinly gilt chains, the threaded web of which ensnares Lucifer to immobility. He thinks he might now understand as to why Lucifer spent so many years away from the eyes of Sinners. Just imagine—the King of Hell, in hiding.

Or: a take on Executioner Theory wherein the repercussions are much like becoming empathy-bonded soulmates.

[neutral-as-fuck]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75043786/chapters/196090761

[janjamming]

guys if you have not yet checked out this delightful and incredibly well-written take on post-season 2 radioapple, I strongly suggest you do!! 😤💖 it has been a TREAT reading this fic and it WILL change your brain chemistry (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻🧠✨

[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I ended up writing a second chapter for this post-season 2 hurt/comfort fic, wanting to amp up both the hurt + (but mostly) the comfort for Lucifer and Alastor. Featuring lots of cuddles and healing conversation. Hope you enjoy, and here's an excerpt! 💖📻🍎💖

Lucifer doesn’t sleep that night. To be fair, he doesn’t sleep on most nights. Sleep is generally a biological need, and he at his core has never been much of a biological creature. More half-part religious mythos, half-part magical light, and an extra three-quarters-part living aspect of the infinite. Which brings himself back to the particular reason he is struggling to find rest tonight… Ignoring the (so far metaphorical) red deer in the room. It’s what Charlie said upon finding him in the battery’s ruins. It’s all three minutes of profuse apologies left by his heel, and the resulting dissociative spiral it catapulted him into. Seeing his daughter bow her head in shame, her eyes scrunching shut in apology, brought no joy to Lucifer. He already loves her fiercely, with absolutely zero conditions attached, and by all intents and purposes, he had forgiven her already. Lucifer would never not forgive his child, refusing to inflict anything even near resembling the bitter lack of mercies Heaven showed him. But for those three minutes, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt her. He stared at some middle distance, unable to lift a finger. Because days ago, hours ago, mere minutes ago, he had felt so scared—so utterly unmoored and distraught and terrified that he had lost rights to Charlie’s presence in his life, too.

[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wrote the beginnings of a soulmate-esque Executioner AU, I hope you enjoy! 📻🍎✨✩°｡⋆⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

Lucifer sits upon his gilded throne in an empty palace. The click of Alastor’s heels on spotless floors rings loudly amid silence. A frankly ridiculous amount of gold climbs the plush filigree of Lucifer’s throne, woven into the fabric and winding around the Devil’s form in tangled arcs. To some, the sight might be another imitable display of his beauty, his divinity, and his power. To Alastor, with what he now knows about the King’s limitations, the gold bears an awful resemblance to thinly gilt chains, the threaded web of which ensnares Lucifer to immobility. He thinks he might now understand as to why Lucifer spent so many years away from the eyes of Sinners. Just imagine—the King of Hell, in hiding.

Or: a take on Executioner Theory wherein the repercussions are much like becoming empathy-bonded soulmates.

[janjamming]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One of Alastor’s lesser known traits is that of his extensive hearing abilities. Being the Radio Demon, he has long since been able to attune himself to each and every frequency, and no gossip inside the Pride Ring is able to slip from his notice for long. If he wants to hear it, he will. The arrangement allows for a great deal of eavesdropping, for listening in on his enemies’ weaknesses and his allies’ fears. Inevitably since Lucifer’s explosive entrance to the hotel, Alastor has been paying quite a bit of his spare attention to the ruler of Hell. Although recently, another sound accompanies Lucifer. Crying.

In which the Radio Demon can hear everything that happens in the Pride Ring and is burdened with knowing that the King of Hell has been softly crying much too often lately.

Taking place after season 2’s finale.

I wrote a little radioapple fic because the season 2 finale left me with some feelings. Also I needed to let Lucifer know that he is so loved... 😭💖

[sunlit-mess]

Radioapple commissions

[janjamming]

Indulging in a bit of silly staticapple haha (also bc I found the perfect cborle clip)! (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

[appleradiozine]

.•♫•♬• 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!! •♬•♫•.

ATTENTION to all sinners! Alastor and Lucifer are excited to announce that preorders open today! More info about the bundles below~

Preorders are open from March 2 - April 7

Our shop : https://quacksandtuneszine.bigcartel.com/

All bundles except the digital bundle are eligible for stretch goals!

.•♫•♬• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 •♬•♫•.

Introducing the NSFW Cover reveal for our NSFW zine! This will also be available for purchase as a add on~

[janjamming]

Will “It was hellish (it was heavenly)” be continued or is it on hiatus?

hello!! I plan to continue it with at least one more chapter, but due to irl/other commitments, I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish and post it.

I do have this little excerpt from the next chapter lying in my google docs~

The moon-like sheen of heaven’s distant radiance washes over the room, its two inhabitants included. They are a sinner and his cat—who is, actually, a piece of divinity and who is, in fact, the ruler of all Hell. However, neither of them dwells on it because the cat is incredibly soft and cozy, and isn’t his purr just the sweetest thing this side of the Pentagram?  Indeed, Alastor is disinclined to think much of anything substantial with a fluffy pile of angelic warmth in his lap, and which is presently nudging his head into the radio demon’s hands.

anyway, thank you for the ask! I’m happy to hear that you’re still thinking about the fic ✩°｡⋆⸜(˙꒳​˙ )