lordflyers replied to your post: he’s gonna do it he’s gonna smoke in hell.
hastur uses the broom closet, smoke in there
are you encouraging me to break the very hardset rules of hell, lord beelzebub?
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lordflyers replied to your post: he’s gonna do it he’s gonna smoke in hell.
hastur uses the broom closet, smoke in there
are you encouraging me to break the very hardset rules of hell, lord beelzebub?
@lordflyers unspoken fluff is good for the soul: Sharing a nap.
The archangel, while knowing they had duties to attend to, found themselves rather fond of the time they got all to themselves. They figured they could always do their work later at times and take that time instead just to do anything their heart desired. And normally that thing they liked to do was take a nap. Of course, they didn’t really need to sleep but there was something so relaxing and letting themselves go that they really liked. Either in someplace warm and shining or sleeping amongst the various nebulae they had created.
Currently, they were situated along a particularly sunny that they had found that was far out of the way from the others. Sprawled out comfortably and was almost asleep when they felt a presence. A golden eye cracked open to look over at the Dominion. Oops. Looks like they had been caught. But that wasn’t so bad, was it? Raphael smiled as they extended out towards the other in a tired manner.
“Come join me won’t you? A nap by oneself is good but a nap with company is always better. I won’t tell anyone I promise.”
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“You know, that nickname’s almost startin’ to grow on me,” he drawls, hands pressed to the cold and somewhat sticky wall of Hell’s office. Never expect any Good to come from a demon, especially a drunk demon, and if said demon is also desperate – the combination is as hellish as it gets. Crowley barely even touches them, half-expecting a punch in the face, but his entire body thrusts forward in a snake-like manner as he murmurs: “Care to say it again, or we could just... skip the trial thingy?”
@lordflyers said: i miss ligur !!
‘ cheers i’ll drink to that. might jus’ be us. haven’t been able to get hastur to leave his office , since,, y’know. certain the bar’s still open. never closes. in a shithole like hell, there’s always someone wantin’ a drink. ’
𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: '.... 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬?'
the carving knife stilled mid-air at the question and the 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 merely stood there, eyes being the only thing moving left the untouched squash to stare at the 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 with an equal perplexed look.
❝ it is halloween... i saw those humans do so and thought i might try it… why do you ask? ❞
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@lordflyers said: ‘ i worked very hard to be this tall! ’
“And you’re still not the tallest demon around. May want to take a page out of Ligur’s book and wear some platforms.”
lordflyers replied to your post ““You know, no one ever asks me if it’s hard being the only MILF in...”
there's not a lot of competition.
“A very pert answer from someone who so enjoys my status.”
lordflyers replied to your post: someone's shoelaces are asking to be tied......
i said SOMEONE’S, not everything’s about you
you know... michael... has shoelaces.