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@theserpnt
theserpnt is a literate, semi-selective lucifer morningstar from hazbin hotel written by beck ( 21+, they/them ). following the themes of the ultimate fall from grace, welcoming yourself to your own cage, and redemption in more ways than one.
carrd with rules here! other blog: @hrtspade
SEND Β βοΈ Β FOR Β MUN Β TO Β MAKE Β YOU Β A Β HANDWRITTEN Β NOTE !
it can be about anything β muse interactions, our threads, our relationship, how you make me feel, how i feel about our interactions, how i feel about your muse/interpretation β¦ anything!Β can be shared privately or publicly β‘
Alastor was bitter about it all, honestly. Taking an angelic weapon to the chest, a wound that still wouldn't heal correctly, and then that damned pet of Vox's. His arm had been chewed to the bone, and he was still expected to stand with them. He had never been under any contract to do so. He had assisted because he wanted to. Had used his own tricks to kick Vox down as much as he could. And it had worked like a charm. But... What was the point of it if no one actually cared about him, or his assistance?
He exhaled slowly, trying to push his bubbling anger down a little. There was no point in being upset at the moment. Not when he was actually sat here with someone who wanted to help.
Long fingers started to undo his coat, revealing the matching waistcoat underneath. Then, the shirt. Then... Well. One would find out why he was always covered from the neck down.
Scars.
Pale, grey-ish skin was covered with them. Technically, only his face, hands and feet were free of them. He looked like he had been ripped apart and put back together. And he was only showing his chest and an arm, seeing as his injury was located by his ribs. But one would be able to imagine the rest. As to how he had gotten them? Well...
Hell enjoyed reminding him of how he died.
"I believe you, Your Highness."
lucifer waited, patiently, and kept his 'embarrassing tattoo' theory in mind to help keep things relatively light even if he wasn't going to voice such a silly thing. but when alastor finally showed what was underneath all those layers, any idea of light was quickly gone.
'don't make a stupid comment, lucifer,' he reminded himself. luckily, he was able to hold his tongue and lightly shook his head after just a few moments of staring. "sorry, uhβ right, no worries. i've got you." the devil wanted to ask, but it was hell after all, and he figured it was a sort of punishment that the other had to endure for being here. he wasn't here to pry or make alastor feel uncomfortable.
"okay, so, yeah. uncomfortable like i said, but not painful. just sit still and i'll take care of the rest." he moved to roll his sleeves up, forgetting he'd already done so, and then chuckled a bit in embarrassment before stepping closer to hover his hands over the wound on alastor's ribs. he was acutely aware of the closeness now, but pushed it to the back of his mind before producing a golden light from his palms and beginning to heal the other. "it wasn't an angelic weapon, right? just a regular ol' knife?"
he watched as the gash stopped seeping blood, and then gradually began to close.
"your phone doesn't mm-muh-make you less ugly!" Shift exclaims, shaking their head with a loud, shrieking giggle that causes the phone's screen to fill with static for a moment before it falls away. "i'm sh-shift!"
Which isn't exactly what he asked but what they chose to hear.
"hiiiii." A bit more placated, blinking up at Lucifer slowly. "wh-where are, where are you right nn-now?"
Ignoring most of what he said.
lucifer was pretty secure in his appearance, but the words still caused him to huff in offense. and then the thing was... introducing themself as if they were new pals? after calling him ugly! and what was with the static? what was going on, in general?
he blinked back, and then took a look around the sitting room before back at the being in his phone. "hell. literal hell, not even 'haha i'm in hell' but... yeah."
there was a squint at the tiny form in the screen. "where are you? or i guess what are you is a better question. other than rude."
He slowly put it on her with gentle touch. He lashed it around he throat pulling it just so tightly that she would feel it. He then gripped the leash with some strength. He pulled her into his chest. One massive hands slapping down on her bottom gripping her cheeks. His dick heated and pulsing against her stomach through his pants. He stared down at her with lustful eyes.
"I want you Lucifer. I wanna put fucking baby in you. I wanna claim you as mine. I want your soul to yearn for me. You are MINE." He growled deeply finally releasing some of his pent up energy that was holding back from his beloved. He wrapped the leash around his hand and dragged her over to the living room chair. He sat down leaning back in the chair holding onto the leash.
"Be good girl." He said in heated tone towards her.
@theserpnt
"... hey, babe? you got something on your. uh." single claw comes to rest atop one of lucifer's lapels. if the other is to glance down, oz will lightly flick him on the middle of the face. an amused smirk colors his features! he's trying not to laugh. gottem.
@arachnaemboss
"i've got a whatnow?" of course, lucifer looked down before blinking in complete surprise at the action, it taking him a moment to register what just happened before he looked back up with mock offense. "you dare do that to the king of hell? i'm appalled, oz. the disrespect." he was quick to laugh a little afterwards, shaking his head. "you know what this means, right? it means i have to get you back!"
Reblog this post to let mutuals know you're a-okay with them spamming you with ic asks / memes at any time!! Spontaneous interactions are great, fam
He feels it in soul, a primal desire for her. Lucifer was in her female form today. God why was she so beautiful in both her forms. He was being driven to madness. The curves her body were being watched like hawk. He bite his lip thinking about softness of her skin against his own. Steam rolled out of his breath as his brain was pushing back against that desire.
He always held back. He always pushed down his needs and wants. Yet with this new mark on his neck that was loosening his grip on that. He....WANTED her. He stood up walking over to her. He gripped her chin as his she would clearly see a budge in his pants that was already twitching.
"Hunny, please let me put leash on you and force your face against my dick." He growled deeply at the idea.
lucifer had been so caught up in her task ( perfecting a bit of magic she was trying out ) that she didn't notice anything was amiss until the very last moment. by then, jovanni was already walking over and she could see a look in his eyes that caused her own to widen as she stood. "uhmβ" too late. she swallowed and looked up at him, feeling a stir of arousal at the forwardness and failing to play it off.
"a leash?" that was new. she thought it over for a few moments, already knowing she'd agree, before biting her lip and nodding. "yeah. here, i can..." lucifer conjured one up, one made of a deep red leather with a linked end to a collar. she handed it over before lifting her hair up out of the way. "put it on me?"
This wasn't Alastor's main studio. I had three. This was but what he used when he happened to be at the hotel. His actual studio was downtown, and he had a home studio as well. When he was on the go, his staff would act as a portable studio. Regardless of what studio he was in, however, one would notice how neat everything was. Clean, organized. The fact that the stag was a perfectionist was showing. Not one, single item seemed to be out of place. Moreover, it almost looked as if one had stepped into a different time. It was probably not what most people expected, considering his violent reputation.
The stag glanced off to the side, exhaling some.
"I do not care about them knowing that I was hurt. It is not as if they care. Expecting me to step up and help even if I require just an ounce of assistance." He spoke, smile tensing some. Two times. He had been close to death two times and no one had cared. No one had asked.
No one had helped.
He slowly turned back towards the other, his ears now pinned back. The whole idea of letting him see was uncomfortable. But maybe.. He would understand him a little better if he saw.
"They have not earned to know. But mayhaps I will attempt to trust you, Your Highness."
it was a little funny, seeing the difference between lucifer's own chaotic spaces and this neat one the radio demon apparently kept. it was just another difference between them, he supposed. he would've taken more of it in if he wasn't currently worried about that so-casually-mentioned stab would the other was sporting.
and the fact he seemed... bitter, talking about how 'they' didn't care? he really had no idea what alastor was talking about, having come in at the last second for the first battle, and hearing nothing from anyone else during vox's attempted takeover. lucifer felt a tug of discomfort. clearly there was a story there. maybe he could get the other to elaborate. "i'm sorry you feel that way. i can kind of..." no, he couldn't voice that he'd felt the same way at one point because that would be like indirectly blaming charlie for not having any urgency to come to his aid once he was freed.
"i meantβ anyway... i know we don't have the best history, but i do want to help if that means anything? just because we've butted heads doesn't mean i want you to suffer." lucifer stayed where he was, crossing his arms and waiting to see if alastor would turn back around. he wouldn't push too hard, not wanting the sinner to change his mind, so he could only hope he was somehow saying the right things.
ooc β§ tentatively online. i have things to do but i'll be chipping away at stuff between them! also, i might have bought the s2 vinyl's just for the lucifer card. i tried to resist but it's so cute i simply could not u.u
` * ππππππ ππππππ πππππππ : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
ππππππππ :
β you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. β don't move - you're going to make it worse. β it's not that bad. β you saved me once before , now it's my turn. β you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. β i told you not to do that! now look! β you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! β stay with me, okay? stay awake. β i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. β you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. β you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! β there's so much blood. β next time you want to play here , just don't. β stop fighting me and let me help! β you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. β you could have died , what were you thinking? β if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. β you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. β the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
πππππππ :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
ooc β§ the counsel ( me ) has decided after a fortnight of contemplation, that this post will serve as a "i won't be annoyed when beck sends me random things" hub. like this if i can send you things no matter how much we already write, whether it's for new threads or just one-offs. permission may be revoked at any time by simply un-liking the post! thank you for your consideration.
@mcwscollective gets a plotted starter!
it was a miracle lucifer actually made it without being caught. that, or he'd tripped an alarm somewhere and there was just a delayed reaction. but how about not thinking of the worst! he'd just assume he made it safely, without that tv-headed maniac or his goons coming after him. the devil shapeshifted his way through the tower until he spotted charlie's friend and was a serpent who slipped into the room right behind him.
with the door now closed, lucifer figured it was best to reveal himself quickly before the guy started to get ready for bed or something by undressing.
"don't yellβ it's just me!" he announced as soon as he was back in his usual form, back against the door in case the sinner had fight as his reaction to being startled. "sorry to come into your room, but there was literally no where else i could talk to you."
"My love, it's not being debbie downer. It's you telling me about yourself. I wanna love all parts of you. Including all the parts that have lead up to this moment." He rubbed her hand softly as he smiled taking sip of his drink. "Why don't want play Twenty questions? You can start us off." He said lovingly to her as he looked into her eyes. "You can ask me anything and then maybe I ask you something and we learn more about each other. We both been through alot and it ok to take our time telling each other things. Nothing you tell me will make me love you less."
lucifer sighed a bit, taking a sip of her own drink after it was set down before looking back to jovanni. she couldn't help but smile at him and nodded at the idea. "i'd like that. and... thanks for the reassurance. i feel the same way." with what she'd already learned about him, her opinion had not changed for the worse. "i guess my first question would be..." so many possibilities. she tilted her head a little as she thought one over before one quickly came to mind. "have you always looked the way you do now? the all-over black is very bad ass. i was just curious."
Truth be told, Alastor had sustained much more serious injuries. An angelic spear to the shoulder, once. A holy bullet through his neck. This? This was nothing in comparison. It was a regular blade, and he would have healed up in a matter of days on his own. Though he supposed that a helping hand wouldn't be that bad. It might not be lethal to him, but it did hurt.
The stag slowly pushed the door to his studio open, stepping inside. The portal wasn't something that could rattle him, seeing as he tended to get around using the same method, so he appreciated that he didn't have to drag himself up those stairs, that he didn't have to leave a trail of blood behind, that would, without a doubt, cause some questions from the other residents.
Crimson orbs glanced at the other as he slowly pulled his chair out from behind his desk, sitting down with a slight groan. His smile seemed sharper than usual. Then again, he had his reasons.
"Before I allow you to assist me, I wish to make it very clear that I do not want any of this to be mentioned to anyone. This has to stay between you and I. Compris?"
lucifer carefully peeked into the room before actually stepping in, waiting for the other to take a seat before approaching as he continued to look around. it was odd being in this space. he'd heard of alastor's radio show through others, but never paid it any mind, or thought he'd have an actual studio despite the obvious.
"hm? oh." his eyes snapped back over to the overlord, and he couldn't help the scoff that escaped him before he could stop it. "yeah, of course. i won't let tell anyone you were hurt or whatever." that's what he initially thought alastor meant, at least.
then it occurred to him he might mean something else...? maybe a scar, or some embarrassing tattoo no one would guess the scary radio demon would have. "if you mean what you look like under that coat, i still mean it. doctor-patient confidentiality. besides, i don't see a reason to tell anyone else your business."
red hues trailed down to see the wound was still blooming under alastor's hand. didn't sinners regenerate or whatever? still couldn't be nice to be bleeding out. "i know it's probably still kind of a reach for you, but you can trust what i say."
"Yeah, Whiskey is fine." He said sitting down next to her. "I do have alot of history most of it not great to be honest. I am not even sure where to start and you are hot date here." He said carassing her cheek as he smiled at her. "I suppose this where struggle the most talking to people. There so much to say and I don't even know where to start unloading it I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
she leaned into the touch with smile, before nodding as jovanni explained himself. "it's alright. we can just enjoy the night if it's too much right now? i've realized you've talked about your past, but i've been sort of ah... avoidant about mine," she admitted as she looked away. "it's just not the most uplifting, and i don't want to be a debbie downer, you know? so i get that it's tough to talk about. there's certain things i do want to tell you, but... yeah. where to start, like you said."
