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I just saw someone call vivze racist for having Rosie own alastors soul. Like a lot of sinners are under soul contracts in hell they aren’t targeting the POC sinners specifically. And as an Afro Latina person I find it weird that it’s mostly white hazbin haters worrying about this.

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Lucifer if he was wearing his 2025 valentines merch outfit in Vox Populi!

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Here’s a Radioapple fic bcs I don’t see enough depressed Lucifer :P

should I make a part 2??

Alastor hadn’t seen Lucifer all morning and it was starting to irritate him. Typically Alastor would find his partner in the kitchen, eating a stack of those disgusting, sweet pancakes. But that morning, he found an empty table and no dirty pots and pans left about.

Yesterday Alastor had communicated that he didn’t want touch, which Lucifer was completely fine with, as usual during no touch days, and hadn’t seen him since yesterday morning when they had their little dialogue and went about their days, needing space. Now, Alastor craved some sort of connection that only Lucifer could provide and he wasn’t anywhere in sight. First, Alastor shadow traveled to the kitchen, then to Charlie (she hadn’t the faintest idea), then to Lucifer’s room. All of which gave no clue. That is, until from Alastors spot in the corner of Lucifer’s room, he spotted a picture on the nightstand. He carefully approached the picture and it presented a family photo, liliths face was torn out of course, but it showed Lucifer and a young Charlie, both happy. Charlie wore a cute little duck onesie. That’s when Alastor knew where is partner was. He disappeared into the shadows.

Alastor appeared in Lucifer’s old mansion. Cold and uninviting. Alastor pushed the door to Lucifer’s old room and inside, Lucifer, the mighty king of hell and first fallen angel laid in bed. Limbs locked together. His back faced Alastor as it was evident he was lost in thought, staring at a framed picture of him and Charlie.

“My dear king, I don’t appreciate you breaking our little tradition and having a slumber party in your old mansion like a young, female, gossip.”

Yet Lucifer said nothing. His legs twitching a bit beneath his blankets was the only sign that he heard Alastor.

“Your high- Lucifer. Please come with me so we can go home and we can feast on a nutritious meal of aged veal and… pancakes I suppose” Alastor said, convinced that mentioning pancakes would lighted the mood and get some sort of reaction out of Lucifer.

“I can’t do anything…” Lucifer said from under his blackest, back still facing Alastor, voice sounding… helpless.

“Posh, my dear, you can do many things! You can make ducks and shape-shift and play the fiddle- you have many talents!” Alastor said, not quiet understanding

“No, I mean I can’t…” Lucifer could barely finish his sentence before his voice wavered.

“I can’t get up…”

Alastor scoffed and approached the bed. Still not understanding. He walked over to see Lucifer’s face, which looked miserable, eyes watery and jaw tightened.

“You are capable of getting up, I saw you move you’re legs, you can my dear, now let’s go-“

“Alastor I can’t get up, I feel stuck in my own head, I feel so awful, so terrible, so heavy and I CANT GET UP!” Lucifer snaps, still not moving from the bed.

Alastors smile strained.

He was familiar with many emotions, happiness? Yes. Frustration? Of course. But depression? Never. Not even when he was alive. His coping skills before he even felt sadness was murder. So this was uncharted territory.

“I see…” Alastor tries to drum up some idea to make Lucifer normal again, but he came up with nothing.

“Lucifer, this is not my area of expertise, so I am enticed to ask: what do I do.”

Lucifer’s jaw tightens even more before shutting his eyes closed so that tightly, Alastor was convinced he’d give himself a headache.

“I don’t know… I think that maybe- you should leave. And save yourself the…” Lucifer trails off and the voices in his head loudened.

You’re just being dramatic, you’re fine.

You just want attention.

This is why Lilith and Charlie left you, and now Alastor will too because you’re a problem.

“I beg your pardon?!” Alastor huffs, straightening his posture.

“Lucifer, if you were simply a passing thought, I’d have rid of you long ago. So don’t you dare tell me how to go about my life. I’m perfectly happy now… though, I can see you on the other hand, are not.” Alastor sits down on the bed near Lucifer’s feet as he dwelled.

“Alastor, I’m sorry, I feel awful for putting in this position” Lucifer says, saddened. That puts Alastor in more of uncharted territory.

“My day dedicated to personal space has been completely and I must admit I can tolerate some controlled affection.” Alastor announces, before Lucifer can ask what he means, he’s met with the tall demon plopping onto the bed next to him and turned towards Lucifer’s back, spooning him.

Lucifer feels his face almost heat up but instead the heaviness and dullness continue to ache.

“Your thoughts are too loud” Alastor complains.

“I know.” Lucifer replies.

“My love, we have been in a relationship for many months now and it still causes me great discomfort when your emotions get the better of you. Not in the way you laugh too loud or whatnot, but when you feel such intense melancholy, your body is resistent! What a fascinating yet irritating concept.” Alastor croons, his rambling soothing to Lucifer.

“That’s nice…” Lucifer sighs in relief at the ceasing sadness, closed eyes relaxing.

“You enjoy this?!”

“No, no… your voice makes me feel better.” Lucifer corrects, absorbing the smooth radio voice and body heat coming from his partner.

“Well I am a radio host! And if it’s my voice that makes things bearable, the. I suppose I can tell you about my encounter with the Vees at my last overlord meeting, or perhaps what Mimzy told me the other evening, what would you like for me to talk about your highness?” Alastor asks, face settled between Lucifer’s head and relaxed shoulder.

Lucifer sighs in relief as the heaviness starts to regress and his body feels lighter.

“tell me everything.”

Today has been awesome so far!!

We got Amir's autograph first thing - he said "You look fabulous! Muah!" as soon as I got up to him. My husband talked about Alastor being his favorite character and the reason he (and by extension, I) got into the show, and then mentioned that then I ended up liking Vox instead, to which Amir said, "There's no accounting for taste."

Then we went to the panel, and I got to ask a question, which my husband filmed. Christian didn't get here in time for the panel, but they didn't tell the guy hosting it, so when he announced Christian, Amir walked out, wearing a picture of Christian on his shirt.

Got Christian's autograph and a selfie next - he said I look great and when I said Vox is my favorite, I said "You must be excited for season 2." He said next season is great with so many good songs and that "there's a lot of stories being told."

Then I got an autograph from Joel, who remembered me from the panel and said "Hello again, Bre!" He also said I look great and said he loved my hat and asked if I made it. We also talked about season 2 a bit- he said there's lots of antics that he's looking forward to people seeing, and we talked about how amazing Gravity looks.

It looks like Erika ended up not being able to make it, so tomorrow I'll be getting Blake's autograph for sure, then I'll see if I have the funds for anyone else.

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