#barriicades

[numberonereviewphilosopher]

Happy barricade day and remember to be someone les Amis would be proud of

[hellshoundtm]

davey called blue a dilf at 3:10am on dec 17th, your honor, i want him arrested.

[eternaltm]

“Come in thy lowest form of love, and I will kneel and kiss thee; but at thy highest, come as mere supernal power; and though thou launchest navies of full-freighted worlds, there's that in here that still remains indifferent.”   ---      Moby Dick By Herman Melville.

                     colin acker + the scar left by blayne roland. ( @barriicades​ )

[mcrningstar-a]

"oh 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳." a little singsong as he strides in, cocking his pistol. a silver bullet is shot straight into their thigh, then their calve. "you need a lock, chap. someone could just walk on in here and shoot you if you're not careful." (blayne)

@barriicades 

the penthouse is peaceful after the chaos and clamor of downstairs lux, pulsing lights and heavy bass exchanged for quiet SOLITUDE.  it’s rare that lucifer doesn’t bring a guest up the elevator with him when he retires for the night;  more often than not, there’s a gorgeous someone  —  or multiple someones  —  in his arms when he stumbles into the penthouse, a way for him to keep himself DISTRACTED until morning.  pretty faces and pretty bodies  —  but he’s alone tonight, for once.

he stands by the window, a drink held loosely in his hand, contemplative.  gazing up at what he can see of his STARS through the glass pane.  it’s the thing they dislike most about living in the city  —  how difficult it is to see those little glimmers in the sky past all the light pollution.  sometimes they think about driving out into the desert, far enough out that when they look up, they’ll be able to see the HEAVENS in all their glory.

a sigh passes his lips, and he sips his whiskey, swallowing slowly.  MELANCHOLY.  maybe he should’ve brought someone up tonight.

as if in answer to their thoughts, the elevator dings behind them. lucifer turns, expecting to see maze  — and is met instead with an unfamiliar voice and the barrel of a gun.

two bullets bury themselves into his leg, and the glass slips from lucifer’s hand, SHATTERING on the floor in a burst of crystal and amber.  the sound barely registers;  his ears are still ringing from the gunshots.  they stagger with a choked sound, hand going down to their thigh and coming away CRIMSON.

which is when the BURNING starts. blessed silver bullets. WHAT THE HELL  —  ??

❛  well, that wasn’t very POLITE.  ❜   lucifer’s voice dips to a growl, eyes flaring with the glow of HELLFIRE.  anger.  it burns hot in their chest, a contrast to the searing agony of the metal still lodged in their leg  —  pulsing with the rapid beat of their heart.  blood soaks through the dark blue of his slacks, turning it nearly black.   ❛  didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to go around SHOOTING PEOPLE in their homes?  ❜

[raybanstm]

phoenix: pronounces hor d'oeuveres as 'horse divorce'. blayne: stares at wedding rings on etsy for 3 hours.

[mcrningstar-a]

"hail lucifer," words panted out against their neck, rough kisses and nibbles littering it. tattooed hands are roaming under their unbuttoned shirt, brushing against scars left on them. by blayne's own doing. "in thy unholy name, tell me what you want from me. tell me what you've been holding in. tell me 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆." his teeth sink, right on the scar residing on their neck, tugging aggressively.

@barriicades.

dizzy.  lucifer’s head is spinning  —  heart slamming against their ribcage, a wild, unsteady beat.  the rough stone wall is cold against their back, a contrast to the way the devil BURNS under the hunter’s touch.  their body runs too warm even on a normal day, but the feeling of blayne’s hands on their skin ignites that inferno inside of them.  too hot.  flushed.  color tints their cheeks, creeps down their throat where blayne’s lips and teeth draw out brighter marks of the same RED.  fingers brush over scars left by those very same hands, and the moan trapped behind lucifer’s teeth very nearly breaks free. 

and that’s BEFORE blayne starts to pray. 

their name falls from his lips, and the broken sound that comes from lucifer’s throat in response is needy.  choked.  PATHETIC.  his voice vibrates in their skull as it rings in their ears, resonating somewhere deep  —  somewhere beyond their head or their heart or even the throbbing between their legs.  somewhere in their soul.  painfully intimate.  sparks dance down their spine and they all but WHIMPER, head tipping back against the wall.  giving him better access to their neck, to the scar that blayne seems determined to reopen with his teeth.  his words buzz in their mind, words echoing in their ears;  the taste of honey and metal and ink sits thick on their tongue.  blayne utterly overwhelms their senses and part of them wants to kiss him, to catch his lips with their teeth and lick into his mouth to taste the last remnants of that prayer.  hands find hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise even through clothes  —  panting, breathless.  their own words are turned against them in the form of an INVOCATION, and just like the humans who fall under their spell, lucifer finds that they are powerless to resist. 

❛  i want you to fuck me.  ❜   gasped out.  writhing in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that only makes them burn HOTTER.   ❛  i want you in me.  i want you to hold me down and make me scream.  hurt me.  mark me.  claim me  —  i want you to RUIN ME.  ❜   they pull him closer, hips aligning, a groan rumbling in their throat at the friction.  heat only rising as they grind against him, shuddering.   ❛  blayne  —  ❜

[hellshoundtm]

davey: nicholas still having a life in him like blue did before what happened me, about to delete this whole blog and take a hammer to my desktop and eat it:

[seesdead-a]

𝐃𝐎𝐄   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘   𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌   𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐑𝐄𝐃.   she   composes   herself   to   make   sure   she   doesn't   stumble   over   her   words   too   much   and   𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔   𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇   𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.      ❛   i,   uh   ...   i   think   you're   right.   ❜   she   needs   a   shower   too,   so   why   not   do   something   good   for   the   enviornment   while   they're   at   it   ?   shy   steps   follow   behind   devyn   towards   his   bathroom,   a   quiet   giggle   slipping   past   as   she   slowly   begins   to   strip   off   her   shirt.      ❛   if   we're   being   environmentally   conscious   then   maybe   we   should   make   a   habit   of   this.   ❜   /   @barriicades​