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[huntseric]

Last but not least Christmas present, even if a bit belated.

My oc Isa’h and my friend’s, Riek, hanging out in Coruscant, before the horrors.

[theflowerthought]

Romantic looking art under the cut 👇 [It's platonic]

[archangeldraws]

Question to all kaijus: how do you guys feel if you guys were human

Ichi: No thank you

Ni: Ew

San: Ah.... No thanks, I'd rather not... Sorry

Godzilla: And be one of you dummies? Nope, I'd rather stay the King of the monsters!

Mothra: *muffled from her cocoon* You humans are amazing little beings and I respect you very much, my little friends. But I love my wings too much to give them up. Besides, who would protect you if we were small like you?

Rodan: But.... You guys can't fly. And you're tiny and weak <.< Naaah hombre, not in this life!

Jira: Awww, well.... Maybe I could imagine it? Like, I envy you a little. Your kind is still around and there are so many of you. I miss having others of my species near by, but... For your size you have a really big ego, so.... No, I don't want to be human

Ghiji: If I was human, would you play with me? Yay! New friends ^^

Mahri: Hmm.... Nahhh, nooo..... Sorryyyy....yeah... noooo...

Rana: F*ck no!

Isah: If we were human, we couldn't fly anymore. So, big nope from me

Shadow Chaser: *demonic bidibidbidi screeching from the void*

Yeah, let's leave him out of this, he's not ready yet

[sunysims]

Photo by @inspiraxsims I did some add ons but everything else is her. Thanks babe!! 🤧♥️

[myanonyn-blog]

Motivos para continuar viva

Após de 6 anos de depressão, hoje eu encontrei um motivo para continuar viva. Eu me apaixonei. não por uma pessoa. Me apaixonei pelo amor, pelo bem, pelas pequenas coisas que a vida nos oferece, que nos tornam felizes. Um abraço inusitado, Um sorriso desconhecido, Um elogio inesperado. São os Pequenos Gestos que nos provocam Grandes Sentimentos! Como já dizia Cynthia Lee  “Ninguém pode mudar o mundo, mas podemos mudar uma pequena parcela dele: esta parcela que chamamos de "Eu". Não é fácil nem rápido... Mas vale a pena tentar! Sorria”

[lux-i-fer]

In Sickness and Hell (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Sickness never bothered Lucifer until it got ahold of Chloe

Ao3 link

Rating: T

Notes: Guys its been a year and two weeks in the making!! I'm done!! I'm so happy that this is finished!! I'm kind of on the fence about the ending, but tell me what you guys thought. Big thanks to anyone and everyone who read, commented, and subscribed; it meant a TON to me. Also special thanks to my beta for sticking with me ;) The poem Luci reads is Serenade by Edgar Allen Poe (do you think I have a favorite poet yet?) and the Milton scribbled in the corner came from Paradise Lost. Again, many thanks for loving and supporting this piece! I will now go take a nap just like deckerstar is.

Chapter Number: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 

Signing the release papers was almost as cathartic as dragging himself up the beach five years ago. What had only been about fifteen hours of panic had felt like an eternity for Lucifer. As if Amenadiel was purposely slowing time just to watch him suffer.

At the last pen stroke, a weight lifted from his shoulders until only a few shadows of fear still lingered in the corners of his mind.

Walking through the door of Chloe’s apartment made them claw their way back into his thoughts.

She made no move to shrug her jacket--which Lucifer had dutifully returned to her-- off her shoulders. She was still deathly pale; only a faint sheen of medication-induced blush painted her features.

Chloe made her way through the apartment, eyes flitting from thing to thing, but never stopped walking. Lucifer followed her all the same, still in a caffeinated haze and still afraid to let her out of his sight. He didn’t even pay attention to where his feet took him until they bumped against the bottom stair of the staircase.

“...Lucifer what are you doing?” she asked, voice quiet, but demanding. His mind couldn’t help but conjure the Detective he once knew. The one he never had to fuss over.

Lucifer willed his voice into what he hoped was innocent. “Are we not going upstairs to change?”

“ I am, you’re not.”

He gave a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Darling, I’ve seen everything there’s no need to be modest.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Modesty has nothing to do with it, my sanity does,” she said, letting the annoyance drip through her words. “I haven’t been alone since yesterday afternoon. You, the nurses, Dan, have all been hovering over me and if I go one more second with your sad eyes staring at me like I could keel over any second now, I’m going to go insane. So please, Lucifer, it’s five minutes.”

When he tried to open his mouth to protest, Chloe gave him a firm, but not angry, shove.

Lucifer stared up at her, his imagination running wild with death-filled scenarios that could happen the moment that he left her side.

He must have been lost in the illusion longer than he thought because her eyes softened and her palm slid from his chest. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I promise I’ll be fine,” she tried to reassure him.

She gave him a soft smile before disappearing up the rest of the stairs.

It took everything in Lucifer’s power not to follow her.

He sighed and wished for a bottle of whiskey and maybe a cigarette or two. Something to just take the edge off until he was certain she was fine.

Lucifer stared blankly at the bundle of clothes in his hand.

They’d made a quick stop at Lux for a change of clothes. Lucifer hadn’t failed to notice that someone had cleaned up his master bath as he’d made his way towards his closet.

Unconsciously, his fingers had skipped past his suits and vests. They’d pushed aside Armani and Prada alike until they’d come to rest on cheap cotton stuffed in the very back. He hadn’t really paid attention to which shirt he’d pulled off the hangar nor which of his few pajama pants he’d swiped.

Lucifer chuckled at them now.

With Chloe banishing him from the second level, he saw nothing left to do but drag himself to the guest bathroom.

Lucifer splashed water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror, unsure of just who exactly stared back. The reflection boasted sleepless eyes, the were clothes dirty and loose-fitting, and hair unkempt. He looked so vulnerable in the dim light of the bathroom, all devilish traces seemingly scrubbed away and replaced by a thin film of fear.

Smirking bitterly at his pathetic emotions, Lucifer began to undress. He folded his clothes from the day before back into their neat creases and tutted at their filthiness. His fingers drew over a long dried blood stain from when Chloe’s head had fallen against him, and then suddenly, he didn’t mind how dirty they were.

If her smile was the mud, her laugh the creases, and her happiness the blood; Lucifer would gladly do it over again. Whether that meant letting his emotions drown him or donning cheap pajamas for her comfort, he would sacrifice his sanity for hers in a heartbeat.

He finished slipping into the worn Bowie shirt he’d mindlessly grabbed from Lux and stepped back out into the living room to find Chloe making her way back down the stairs.

A tight smile graced her lips when she saw him.

“See, perfectly fine,” she said.

For the first time, Lucifer let himself believe her.

Now out from under the glaring hospital lights, her skin had lost the hollowness he’d watched crawl up her cheeks all morning.

She brushed past him and headed towards the kitchen, bundled in one of those oversized sweaters that she loved.

Lucifer turned to see her trying to put a few castaway dishes back into their rightful cupboards.

“What do you think you’re doing, Detective?”

“I’m cleaning up my house because my partner is being overprotective and my roommate doesn’t know how to put things away.”

He watched as she tried and failed to stretch to the top shelf of a cupboard. Sighing, Lucifer stepped behind her, took the plate from her hand, and put it away for her.

Chloe turned to face him, back pressed into the countertop.

“I like you like this,” she reached out, as if to trace the BOWIE block letters on his shirt, “Easier to read without that Armani suit of armor.”

Lucifer gave her a small smile.

“How about a deal then? I dress like this more often if you sit down and stop trying to get yourself killed.”

“I wouldn’t call internal bleeding my fault,” she said slyly.

Lucifer returned her look with a smirk of his own. “No, but if you keep this up surely it will be.”

She rolled her eyes in what he thought was both irritation and jest. 

“Fine, just as long as you agree to stop doing--”

Lucifer willed his eyes to soften.

“ That.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“ Right,” he offered a hand to her and she took it with a silent protest on her tongue.

He lead her out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

With a heavy sigh, he sunk into the corner of the couch, putting up the footrest in the process. It was lumpy and uncomfortable, but Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to care. His eyes fell closed and made a mental note to buy her a new one on Monday.

“I think they have more comfortable sofas in Hell,” he paused, brow furrowing. “No, I’m certain they do, because I did the decorating.”

He heard Chloe hum in sarcastic agreement and felt her sit down next to him.

Lucifer forced himself to keep his eyes closed as the seconds ticked by in agony. Finally, she blew out a defeated breath and curled into his side.

His eyes snapped open.

Her cheek rested delicately on his shoulder and Lucifer could feel each breath against his skin.

Blue eyes avoided his brown ones while Chloe drew her legs up to her chest and then let them spill into his lap.

She said nothing and neither did he.

The silence was comfortable, just as it had been in his flat all those hours ago. It was a warm and pleasant honey-coated buzz that drowned the tragedies of the night in gold.

“Luce?”

The nickname dripped from her lips like a prayer and Lucifer’s breath hitched.

He willed his blood to burn hotter, if only it meant to hear his name on those amber lips once more.

He swallowed thickly. “Mhmm?”

Chloe snuggled further into him with a yawn, the energy she had before seemingly dying away once again.

“Will you read something again?”

Lucifer willed himself to reach for his battered paperback off the side table. His fingers blindly shuffled the pages, his mind still all too focused on the Detective in his arms that had tamed the Devil in his soul.

For her, he would run through a thousand hospital corridors.

The very thought terrified him beyond belief. It was a pathetic shell of whatever had crawled up the beach five long years ago.

For four of those, Lucifer had distracted himself with booze, drugs, anything to dull the emptiness in his heart. At the thought of the fifth year, he couldn’t help the grin that split the corners of his mouth. Standing over the broken body of Delilah had ripped the hole that he’d desperately tried to close, wide open all over again.

Then there was her, the Detective, stepping under the lights of Lux and looking unamused by what had satisfied so many others. She had asked for nothing, but Lucifer had given her everything: a piece of him that no one else had had before.

Yes, he thought, for her, anything.

His concentration snapped as his fingers stopped on a page.

Lucifer knew without even looking at the page that this was the right poem. His eyes skipped over the title; he knew which one this was the moment he laid eyes on the smeared Milton in the corner:

So heavenly love shall outdo hellish hate.

The line was fitting, Lucifer supposed. He’d long forgotten which nightmare had driven him to scribble those words on that specific page next to that specific poem.

None of that mattered, though. What did matter was curled up against his chest, still cold and exhausted from her brush with death.

Chloe rested a hand flat against his chest, directly over his heart, dragging Lucifer back into reality. He tried to ignore how the heat of her palm made it skip and shudder. Pulling in a shaky breath, he turned back to the pages of poetry.

“So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime,” he began softly, “When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute.”

Chloe smiled sleepily and willed the couch to recline back as far as it could go before urging him to continue.

“At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes, An image of Elysium lies:”

Elysium’s perfection was cold compared to Chloe’s flawed warmth. Wrapped up in her embrace, Lucifer decided there was no other Heaven than in her arms.

“But list, O list,- so soft and low Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow, That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem My words the music of a dream.”

Chloe shifted on top of him, but Lucifer read on.

“Thus, while no single sound too rude Upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love.”

Uttering the last line, Lucifer relaxed into the couch cushions. He lay breathless and at nothing and everything.

“I--Detective?” he asked gently. Lucifer glanced down to see Chloe asleep on his chest. “Chloe?”

When she didn’t respond, Lucifer sighed and closed the book as quietly as possible, placing it back onto the table. He stared at her sleeping form for a few seconds, absentmindedly carding his fingers through her hair.

Chloe’s breathing was peaceful for the first time that day.

Lucifer turned his attention to the ceiling. He imagined if he looked hard enough he could see his Father’s disapproving gaze from behind the dusky golden gates of Heaven. He flipped the apparition off, knowing full well his Father might never see it, omniscience be damned.

A dark smirk burst across his lips and he pulled Chloe protectively against him.

“You can’t have her yet, you son of a bitch.”

Lucifer brushed a ghost of a kiss on her forehead. Chloe stirred and shifted into his touch.

“Goodnight, Chloe,” he murmured before following her into the soft in-between realm of sleep.

[fanficsdamarvel-br]

Nome da Autora: _skull e _nyx. Nome da Fanfic: Unbroken. -Andamento- Descrição: Duas equipes. Dois lados da moeda. Dois ideias completamente diferentes de organizações com visões do mundo totalmente opostas. Uma missão faria com que seus destinos se cruzassem, mas o que resultaria deste encontro? Agora, devem fazer de tudo para provar suas metas não foram comprometidas e que ainda são inquebráveis.   Gênero: Ação, Aventura, Crossover, Ficcção, Hentai, Romance, Suspense, Universo Alternativo, Violência. Categoria: Capitão América, Os Vingadores e Agentes da SHIELD. Classificação: +18. Interativa: Não. Status: Andamento e Hiatus

[lux-i-fer]

I read your hospital fic -- which was very good! -- and I was wondering where you get your medical facts from as I need some help with it myself and don't trust google. Can you recommend a good source (or do you just happen to be a medical professional)?

Hi, thank you so much! 

Haha that’s actually a funny story. When I first started doing research for this fic I actually did what you’re not supposed to do and googled it. I just wanted to get a basic idea for how things worked (i.e. symptoms of internal bleeding).

The rest of my research comes from my mother, who used to be a patient care tech. She worked around the nurses and in the hospital and sort of picked a lot of things up. So whenever I needed to know how things worked or the symptoms of something I just called her up and asked her.

So I sadly cannot recommend my mom to you :(