𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

[materinluctum]

“ mamaaaa, rub my head and tell me I’m pretty ! ”

"you are very pretty, my sweet girl. destroyed any mens souls recently." aged hands stroke through the younger demons hair, gently untangling knots, and beginning to braid blonde strands.

[sylvia-plathified-deactivated20]

[hapless-hollow]

oh, how i used to have wings…

tumblr  -  Helaena C Moon  /  instagram  -  helaena.c.moon (via hapless-hollow)

[soulrph]

‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!

[ INVITE ]:     sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.

[ HAND ]:     sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.

[ TWIRL ]:     sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.

[ LOCK ]:     while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.

[ POSITION ]:     sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )

[ STEP ]:     sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.

[ STEPPED ]:     sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.

[ WAIST ]:     sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.

[ CHEEK ]:     sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

[ HAIR ]:     while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)

[ DIP ]:     sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

[ BEHIND ]:     sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.

[ DISCUSS ]:     sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.

[ ESCAPE ]:     sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.

[ AVOID ]:     sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).

[ SAVE ]:     sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.

[ OVER ]:     sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SING ]:     sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SILENCE ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.

[ RADIO ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.

[ TEACH ]:      sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.

[ STUMBLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.

[ TOPPLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.

[ GUIDE ]:     sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.

[ STEADY ]:     sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.

[ UP ]:     sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.

[ BACK ]:     sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.

[ CHEST ]:     sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.

[ FIRST ]:     sender and receiver share their very first dance together.

[ WEDDING ]:     sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.

[ KITCHEN ]:     sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.

[ OUTSIDE ]:     sender and receiver dance together while outside.

[ UNDERCOVER ]:     sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.

[materinluctum]

miightyfallen​:

How he wishes that wasn’t the case for she was perfect the way she was created. His own tiny piece of heavenly perfection. For wasn’t it God who created her? Wasn’t she the last piece of divinity that he ever got to touch? And perhaps that was her entire allure. Perhaps. 

A kiss placed to the pad of her finger as it tickles against his lips. 

Once upon a time Lilith had been a human herself yet it was so long ago- could it even count? Could she claim to have been one of them at all, really. Looking at her in this light, in this way, no one could claim she’d ever been less. How could one creation be so much. 

And yet he does adore her in his own way. Wants to keep her safe. Protected. As best he could. Lucifer knows how wrongly she was used. Remembers her cries, keenly. Would do anything not to hear them again. For his own sake and sanity. She is the tides that move the earth while he is merely the moon. 

A sigh “And what image would that be, Lilith? You have so many” he almost sounds bored but leans in closer, practically cheek to cheek now “and I cherish each” 

      ⛧ she cannot help the smile that pulls at her lips as he kisses her, a tenderness from both that the whole world would deny. after all, it is far easier to see the claws of the villain, than the soft palm of their hand. this, she knows intimately. 

      ⛧ perhaps that is why she loves him so. there has always been the sense that lucifer has seen her in her entirety. she’d been amazed the first time he had ever lain eyes on her, that he would bother with a creature who had been low even among the heavens, and then dragged down further still. and yet he had not only seen her, but held her, brought her to new heights. and honoured her when she had learned to stand there proudly. 

      ⛧ “the image of your queen.” her voice is a mere breath, but oh how it burns. she kisses him then, where the sharp line of his jaw melts into the softness of his throat. one of the few to see these parts of him, and sometimes she may bite, just as he had taught her. but today, in the celebration of their reunion, she offers softness.

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miightyfallen​:

           “With the way of things- it likely won’t turn again” Lucifer says this without weight for he cares not for the world. Least not the vermin crawling around on it. Would that he could spin the planet fast as a top and knock them all into the ether. 

            Back he steps, stroking her cheek fondly with the back of his hand. Thumb brushing down her neck to yet again hold her close. Almost as a captor would control a bird. Gentle but without room to squirm. Completely unable to stop touching her in some form. “Ironic that those thought to bring humanities downfall have had practically no hand in it” a smirk twists his lips. Vile beauty as it is. A dark thing somehow lit up in her presence. Glad to be with his equal. 

            “Have you brought me here to die, Lilith?” A sigh and he looks off her shoulder into the beyond, reflecting “how romantic.” 

      ⛧ cannot quite conceal the way she winces at his tone; she has never had quite the derision for humans that lucifer does. angels had always been far crueler. but she would forsake them all if he asked.

      ⛧ she hums at his touch, like a nightingale that sings at being stroked, even as she is locked in a cage. though she has rarely considered the walls around her to be anything other than his way of protecting her, and no one else had thought to do even that. thumb runs along his lip, tracing the expression, finding beauty in the sharp edges. “the humans’ own machinations, rather than a cosmic one.”

      ⛧ “when i died, i was born again as yours.” answer comes after a moment of thought. “every time, a new piece of me was created in your image.”

[saedii]

[materinluctum]

miightyfallen​:

                  lilith found lucifer yet again                               ‘ breath of wind is only warning of her arrival as the demoness materializes before him, and casts her arms about his form in an embrace borne of longing.’ 

              Does the Devil need a chance to catch his breath- is the question. Do angels need air? Is he even angel anymore? Such curiosities borne from one hug that does indeed knock air from chest. Hard exterior softens but for her. Softening slight but noticeable for one such as she. 

               Voice an even drag as he growls her name and lifts his palm gently to the back of her head. Keeping her close in hellish embrace. She, the only who would run to him as fondly as this. “What have you done, Lilith?” For surely- surely- this was her doing “I was not due for another walk about the earth for- neigh a thousand years yet.” A yawn staved off, waking from locust slumber. 

      ⛧ his hands feel like home, like they will hold all the pieces of her together. own fingers curl into the muscles of his back, caress outward, memorising parts of him that she never ever wants to forget. humans merely sigh in relief, but she is so much more than that, her sigh is the tide of the ocean.

      ⛧ “and i could not bear to return to hell.” there will surely be retribution for this, she understands that. but what more could He do to her now? and at least now, she is in the arms of the one she was made for, the one who renders her whole. “i missed you. the world is changing again, and i could not let it turn even once more without you.”

[vizrecon]

[salembitchhtrials]

[blackinlife]

[og--heartthrob]

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[littlemusings]

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[materinluctum]

@delabor​ from x

      ⛧ body weaves her way toward him, edges of very corporeal form somehow in doubt shimmering. the creature within strains against human bounds, responding to the near cacophany that is the archangels presence. not just the shattering waves of his grace that break across her inferno, but the electricity rippling through them that is uniquely him.

      ⛧ she joins him in the throng, in the pulse. offers him a smile that seems to have gotten lost somewhere in a cloud of smoke. adjusts her movements to the rhythm of the music, briefly traces the paint on his arms, mindless. the demoness has lapsed into the energy of the room, is feeding on it, is drunk on it. “mind if i join the vibe?”

[materinluctum]

      ⛧ the girls steps falter as she strolls down the hallway of her highschool, and her vision drowns in blackness. has dreamed of sunny fields, flowers growing and the freedom of wind in her hair. dreams of those things covered in blood and ashes. it is an innocent sort of rage, and that is what lilith feeds on as she takes control. “oh aren’t you beautiful, sweet thing.” the demon queen whispers as she cradles katie into her embrace.

      ⛧ “sorry i’m late.” she can’t recall why she hesitated in the hallway, but the voice inside her head assures her it’s okay. she smiles at the teacher, but its somewhat vacant, her usual pretence of care has been abandoned in her dreams, fuelled by the demon inside. while lilith wanders through those mental meanderings, too occupied, too distracted to register familiarity with the man at the head of the class.

@tobeblamed​ as discussed

[materinluctum]

      ⛧ head fallen backwards, scent of cloves fill the room as she smokes. studies the exhaled puff, and she sees entire universes in the pattern. milennia of deliberate ignorance and she is largely blind to the machinations of cosmic forces now, but there it is, in her smoke. and gone again. she laughs at her own whimsy, and sings in her own mind a gibberish mix of infernal and enochian. “the humans dont know what it means to have stars in their eyes.”

@delabor​ from x