us ones inbetween.

genesis 6:4 · there were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of god came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.

[mudbloodclay]

   “— you’re fucking grounded.”

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

        "You can't ground me. You're not even alive."

[damningandarchive-blog]

[ text || 14:37 || to: asmodeus 2.0 ]

ARE YOU SHAGGING NEPHIL

[ text || 14:39 || to: asmodeus 2.0 ]

CAN I COME TO YOUR WEDDING OH MY FUCK

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

        -- he is so fucking glad that nobody is around to see him blushing.

    Well. Not unless Nephil wakes up.

               [ text || 14:42 ][ to: jesus fucking sephiel ]

WE HAVEN'T SHAGGED YET NO STOP

               [ text || 14:44 ][ to: jesus fucking sephiel ]

I HAVEN'T PROPOSED YET I THINK THE HUMAN PHRASE FOR IT IS 'TOO SOON' HOW DO YOU EVEN PROPOSE

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

        -- it's been months since he's seen his dad.

    So maybe that's an exaggeration -- they got sent out together to try and find Samhain, after all, and that was only over weeks ago -- but he hasn't seen him for a while. And he's been in a good mood for the past -- a glance at his watch -- seven hours and 21 minutes and there is no second hand, because Nephil happens to exist and also happens to have kissed him and also happens to have mentioned that it maybe possibly wasn't a one time thing, and --

    Astaroth cuts himself off before he starts fucking jumping around the hallway out of excitement, and knocks on the door. He could just walk in, of course, but that's not what happens on Earth and Earth's been his home for thousands of years. Forgive him for picking up habits.

    The door swings open to reveal --                                                                -- not Asmodeus.

    "-- who are you?"

[mudbloodclay]

   “— technically, I’m going to be your fucking dad.” A beat. “I’m already fucking your dad.”

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

        Everyone's fucking his dad. It's not fair.

    "-- I'm three thousand years older than you."

[oncedivine]

    “— nobody is fucking doing anything to my kids.”

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

    "I'm not going anywhere."

    It is kind of sweet, though.

    "Calm down. Nobody's tried to kill me for a century or two now."

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

+1

[damningandarchive-blog]

                 If he didn’t want her in his living room, maybe he should’ve secured it better.

                              Even the weirdly coloured strings on the floor didn’t put her off this time.

                      “Like I normally do." It’d been easy enough to find out where he had set up his living place. “I haven’t seen you for ages."

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

                                She had a point.

            Then again, Lucifer being irrationally overprotective wasn't his fault.

                                                        "True." Maybe he should fix the flat. He hadn't actually opened the curtains in months, and the same ridiculous romcom was playing on the TV.

                       It turned itself off.

    (It was his dad's fault, anyway.)

                                                   "Let me guess," he grinned, shoving a mass of stuff off the sofa so he could sit down, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone you're here?"

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

+1

            "Why are you in my living room?"

                                Somewhat hurriedly stepping over the various wires on the floor to pick up the three day old, half finished takeaway on the table, he mentally thanked --

                                     well, not the Gods, but someone, that he'd bothered putting clothes on.

                                                    He threw it in the vague direction of the bin. As always, it somehow got in.

                            "--How did you get to Earth this time?"

[aryyastark]

[richardsikendaily]

[aseaofquotes]

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

Wislawa Szymborska, “A Note”

[vegaofthelyre]

[towatchthingscrumble-blog]

Job Requirements: A Supervillain’s Advice by Jeannine Hall Gailey