Just some Luciel things that made me cry lmao :')

seen from Denmark

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
seen from China

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Kuwait

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
Just some Luciel things that made me cry lmao :')
[22]
It was not like it hadn’t happened before when the wolf had been at the tailors but he wasn’t intending to have it happen today, but here he was. His old clothes thrown on the floor and the material for the new ones under neath them as he held the male with his hands on the males waist. “You like that boy? That big daddy dick..” he teased the other.
Jumin invented the catnip wine for cats.
💞💞💞
--ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇs;; v0009
The sound of a blaring alarm permeated Seven's dream and rudely ripped him from his slumber, prompting the boy to jolt up in bed out of a sense of anger more than concern. From his side table, 3:07 AM flashed back at him in fluorescent green lighting, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him otherwise. "You've gotta be shitting me," Came his voice, though it could barely be heard over the constant shriek of the alarm, and throwing the covers from his form, he got on his slippers and started making his way outside, albeit begrudgingly. Other neighbors seemed to be in the same boat as he was--groggy and certainly not happy about being deprived of sleep. Still, just in case there really was a fire, everyone was generally making their way to the closest staircase to make it out of the lawn. And that's soon where Seven found himself: bedhead, droopy-eyed, and all, standing out amongst the early-morning dew, clad in nothing but slippers and batman boxers.
The Master ;;
Something's happening Mind distracting Agony, inside of me My pulse is racing Mental torture Self-destroyer Can't ignore it P a r a n o i a——
Lithe hands curled, producing fists that trembled; sanguine was drawn from the imprint of crescents, fierce in its layer of pressure that produced the flow. It trickled, and flowed unto the graces of ashen skin. Losing control.
I'm lying I'm lying I'm crying I'm dying—— I'm lying I'm lying I'm crying I'm dy——
And thus erupts the bloodlust scream.
"——MAKE IT STOP!"