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[planetette]

any demon: i could kill you, you know

mc, done with the devildom's shit: oh yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you aren't special

[mortuism]

★ ━━ HE STARES at ground as he walks; as if his WORN down boots or the dirt they’re kicking up would give him the COURAGE or the words to start the conversation he needed to have.  he thinks - or at least hopes - that SHE knows he wants to talk to her. why else would the two of them had made such an UNSPOKEN effort to fall a few paces behind the group? rick knew she wasn’t stupid and neither was he - for the most part. they both know they NEEDED to break the ever growing TENSION between them.  ❝ i appreciate you savin’ us, i really do ❞ he starts, tilting his head towards her to give her a genuine SMILE before his gaze returns down to the ground; he’d never been any good at eye contact.  ❝ but - we need to talk about what happened ❞ // @shefiights 

[planetette]

your morning dose of sugar || lucifer x iridian

a/n: i banged this out in 20 minutes just take it

(also on ao3!)

“Lucifer.”

...Nothing.

“Lucifer.”

...Still nothing.

“Lucifer, wake up.”

The mound of blankets move, and Lucifer’s floofy black bedhead peeks out from under the comforter. Iridian sees him blink some sleep out of his eyes, then his gaze flicks up to them...

...and then he growls as he rolls over and buries himself back under the covers.

“Are you shitting me,” Iridian says to the restored blanket lump. It doesn’t respond.

Well fine, they think. If you’re going to play it like that...

Summoning all the sweetness they could muster, Iridian sings-songs to the lump. “Luuuucifer...~”

No reaction.

“Luuuuuci. Lulu. Sweetheart.”

The lump starts to squirm.

“Darling. Sweetie bear. Honey bunny. Pumpkindoodle— ”

This time the comforter is flung away, Lucifer sitting up and fixing Iridian with a glare that screams murder. It would’ve been intimidating, even with the bedhead... if he wasn’t blushing up to his ears and down to his neck.

“Will you stop.”

Iridian leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. “No.”

[planetette]

lucifer: are you neglecting me on purpose so i'll pine for you?

mc: ...is it working

lucifer:

[planetette]

mc too powerful plz nerf

hello my name is orion and i wrote a fic

(also on ao3!)

So there was this webcomic I had seen around when I was younger.

It was about this girl that wasn’t supposed to exist. Like, God had apparently fucked up by making her, and her very presence in the world messed up Their timetables. One of the examples of her doing this was writing a poem as a kid that was so moving it made her teacher make up with her boyfriend or whatever several years before they were supposed to. And over the course of the comic you read about all of these other miraculous, not-supposed-to-happen things happening as a direct result of this chick just living her life.

So what does that God do? Nerfs this girl by ruining her life. Over the years this bright, happy child slowly gets turned into a miserable sadsack of a woman so she wouldn’t be inspired to do anything worthwhile anymore, just so the God of that setting could cover up Their “mistake” and have Their perfect little plan go off without a hitch.

Also there was a bunch of supernatural entities that wanted to exploit the girl’s abilities because of course there were.

I, being a miserable sadsack of a teenager at the time, read the first 100 or so pages and decided I related a little too hard to the idea of some authoritative asshat smothering my brilliance because I got in their way. So I closed the page, purged the comic from my browser history, and promptly forgot all about it.

Until now.

There is a giant crater in the middle of the woods where there wasn’t one before. Chunks of charred wood have been thrown this way and that, and teal flames litter the landscape. There’s a vague, moaning, person-shaped mound in the middle of it all, obviously struggling to get up. The mound looks up and our eyes meet –

Oh.

Oh no.

It’s Simeon in the middle of the crater.

Flames have overtaken his wings, his side, an entire third of his face – the scent of burning feathers and flesh carries downwind. I’m clambering over the crater’s rim before I realize it and run full tilt at the absolute fucking idiot as soon as my feet hit steady ground.

“...Iridian.” My name leaves his lips in a grateful rush, and he reaches out and yanks me down for a hug before I can catch my breath.

I give him a quick squeeze in return, then wiggle out of his hold and grab him by the shoulders, barely restraining myself from shaking him. The flames are still licking at his skin and have blackened everything they’ve touched, but for some reason my hands don’t feel their heat. I hear the hysteria in my voice as I say, “Simeon, what the fuck?”

He has the audacity to smile like nothing’s wrong. One eye has been seared shut, but the other is brimming with tears, and as they fall down his face they turn from a glittering, translucent gold to a tacky, tar-like black. Simeon reaches up to cradle my face with his (burnt, charred) hands, and the stench becomes indescribable as he gives me a chaste kiss.

“Oh, my love,” he says, slurring his words. His voice is hoarse and scratchy, and he swallows as he dazedly nuzzles my neck. “I’ve missed you so much…”

I know, logically, that at least one of the demon brothers would’ve followed me – I saw the “shooting star” in the sky and ran after it when it landed – but I still startle when I hear Lucifer’s footsteps right behind me. I glance up at him, but he’s firmly focused on Simeon, eyes wide and face unreadable. He kneels next to him to place a tender hand on his shoulder and Simeon looks up from where he’s cuddled against me. It takes him a moment to focus on Lucifer’s face.

“Hello, Luci,” Simeon says. He’s becoming less lucid, but he’s still smiling as he chokes back a sob. More tears fall from his good eye. “I believe this… makes us brothers again, huh…”

Lucifer’s expression morphs into anguish. “...Let’s go, Simeon.” He smooths back what’s left of Simeon’s hair as he places a feather-light kiss on his forehead. Then slowly, gently, he stands and scoops Simeon up in a bridal carry. He cradles his brother as close to his chest as possible, flames and all.

I get up as well, warily eyeing the still-alight parts on Simeon. It seems like Lucifer’s not getting hurt by the flames, either, but still… “Shouldn’t we, like, put out the fires or something, before we take him anywhere?”

“...These are not simply flames.” Lucifer haltingly explains. “These are – it is what remains of his Grace. The fires will continue burning until there is nothing left of It.” His face shutters and a shadow falls over his expression. "We can only find him a place to rest, for now.”

We clamber out of the crater and begin the walk home in silence. I watch the fires around us and on Simeon slowly die down. I watch Simeon murmur and mumble in his sleep as his head lolls on Lucifer’s shoulder. I watch Lucifer’s face flit from emotion to emotion with every mindless groan.

And I ruminate.

On that girl in the webcomic, a person that causes impossible, miraculous things to happen.

On seven demon brothers, bonds and bodies fractured eons ago, just now beginning to heal.

On an angel so loyal to love, he betrayed his Creator and burned off his wings just to feel it again.

I bow my head and do something I haven’t done in a long time.

Okay. So. God? Yahweh? Heavenly Host? Whatever You like to go by these days? I know we haven’t talked much lately – and I’m not apologizing for that! – but…

If You had any plans of nerfing me, now would be a perfect time to start.

[controlledflame-archive]

Where do you hold your love?

in your heart

you hold your love in your heart. love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big way- this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.

Tagged: @unovasrose​ and @truthsm​ thank you!!

[controlledflame-archive]

Are you the main character, or side character?

the hero TO THE SURPRISE OF ABSOLUTELY NO ONE

you are THE main character. i would say congrats, but if you got this result, you Knew you were the main character. you take responsibility and accept your fate. you're courageous, determined, and able to focus intently on your goals. you fight to overcome obstacles and you don't give up easily. you probably have a mean competitive streak. you have a strict moral code that you follow. you can be arrogant, obsessive, and prideful. occasionally, you pick fights. that's okay though. at the end of the day, you're the hero!!!! go u.

Tagged: @unovasrose​ (thank you!!)