caution.
nsfw & triggering.
◣ indie lucifer oc rp.◥
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ just an angel ⠀⠀⠀⠀ --- they're covered in dirt,⠀⠀⠀⠀ & dragged down to the earth.

lυ·cι·ғer ▌вeel-zə-вυв ▌ (ˈѕeɪтən)

Charmed, I'm sure.

Oscar has died ( Welp )
asked by variialae

                                  initially, came anger.
                                  unfortunately for them the purveyor of this news
                                  lay in a grisly pile of gore blood by his feet, 
                                  and into that pile did he stare. Elbows rest
                                  on knees, hands clasp together as he sits,
                                  grief taking away his ability to stay his trembling
                                  form long enough to stand. 
                                  you knew it would happen.
                                  all mortals fade. 

                                  but not this early.
                                  
lucifer had allowed himself love it had fizzled
                                  and rotted into the ground along with the one 
                                  who held it. he should have known better than to
                                  allow attachment.
                                  they all go, in the end. 
                                  it was agony to witness. 

bornto—burn:

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"Sorry, love, I really didn’t mean to bump ya."

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            — don’t do it again.
           But accidents happen.
 Raise your head, girl,
           have some dignity.’ 

svetzoyas:

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"First of all, I didn’t lie, you of all people should know the difference, in any case. Second of all, I have no disdain for you, I just have no desire to touch you, or anyone else. Father has nothing to do with it.”

              — oh, I see. Give me a while to recover from that soulcrushing burn playing on my title as the Deceiver. Never heard that one before. So, uh — .. what do you want? Because conversing with goody-goodies was not on my agenda today. Or ever. Especially when they’re .. well .. particularly irritating.

Mun & Muse: a Comparison
♕ M U N  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ♕

Name: Lara.
Nicknames: Lar, Babi ( pronounced like papi. )
Wishlist Nickname: ?? wot.
Birthday: May 1st. 
Height: 5’5ish??
Eye Color: Blue. 
Hair Color: Dark brown. 
Ethnicity: White af. 
Lives in: UK.
Relationship Status: Taken.
Hobbies: Smoking, art, 420, writing, brooding. 
Special talent: Uh I can roll pretty good?? 8)
Warning: Possibly Satan. 
Struggling With: ?? I’m pretty good rn bro. 

M U S E  |  I N F O R M A T I O N 

Name: Lucifer.
Nicknames: Luce, Lu.
Wishlist Nickname: Satan ain’t got time for wishin. 
Birthday: Uh beginning of time.
Height: 6’10-9.
Eye Color: Blue in his main form.
Hair Color: Dark brown/black in his main form.
Ethnicity: ……………satan.
Lives in: Hell. 
Relationship Status: Depends on the verses. 
Hobbies: Smoking, art, writing, brooding, world domination.
Classification: The Morning Star.
Special talent(s): Dude he Satan. What talents does he not have???
Struggling With: Not slaying every angel in sight.

In conclusion: Same | C L O S E  A S  H E C K | Almost | Ehh...
Not Really | Nope | In a Galaxy Far Far Away
Thaddaeus has died.
asked by Anonymous

                      a heartbeat of silence, the stillness of
                      azure hues unsettling — as if he had
                      just witnessed a shattering of his very being.
                                               for a moment the news rings
                      hollow in his mind, not latching onto his
                      heartstrings and beginning its brutal strike
                      on frayed emotions resting beneath.
                      not taking its toll — until, all it once, it’s a slap
                      to his form, causing wounded back to slam
                     against the nearest blunt object with a gory,
                     bloody resonance. 

                      — oh, no. please, not him. of all the people to take —
                                                    
not him.

svetzoyas:

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"——I didn’t touch you."

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"The thought alone turns my stomach."

                     — barely even ten seconds into a conversation, and you’re already lying and falling into the conventional stance of disdain towards the Devil at first sight? Father has taught you well indeed.

"…..has died." finish it in my ask.

— touch me without consent again,
sweetness, and you’ll lose an arm.

parasiitic approacнeѕ тнe deғιler.

 
                 ' — should I be playing spooky, scary skeletons in the background to make this meeting more authentic?

                  lowering the book to rest on his lap, 
                  a quip of a grin spreading across
                  finely chiseled features to lessen, or
                  perhaps intensify, the sense of patronizing
                  that accompanied his lighthearted jest. 

online. it’s difficult to sate lucifers love for dark cabaret when the mun is severely coulrophobic pls.