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So I have an oral infection and it’s producing an awful taste, and I walk by my mother, screwing up my face in disgust, not a thought in my head as I say ‘I hate the taste of oral’

I was too humiliated to correct myself and just walked past her

the horror on her face cannot be overstated

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A squeaky sound leaves, that sounds like air deflating from a balloon, before she composes herself.

“Michael, dearest brother in law…” She puts her hands on his shoulders earnestly. “…If I were you, I’d be less concerned with pleading before me, and more concerned with checking on her now. It’s preening day for you all, correct? You put that powder in your wings to ease irritation?” She sweetly pats his cheek.

“I wasn’t trapped in Heaven.”

“Heaven was trapped with me.”

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@lcftcult

Oh, what a truly adorable little creature…and her favorite animal! A black cat! How difficult it was to resist the urge to scoop up the little kitten…but that probably wasn’t good for business, and she was already certain the little thing wouldn’t want such cuteness pointed out. If there was one thing she knew about the small and more adorable of her sinners, it’s that they were taken seriously the least.

She bent down partially. She didn’t want to get down and crouch like the sinner was a child, but she also didn’t want to intimidate the girl. “You must be new to the hotel. Hello there!”

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Starter call for the gracious queen

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“And I’ll make it worse.”

“I wasn’t trapped in Heaven.”

“Heaven was trapped with me.”

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Lilith has escaped and is terrorizing the village

For her punishment of starting a rebellion, Lilith was imprisoned in Heaven, at first confined to a golden cage. It was later negotiated that she be given free range to wander Heaven, on the one condition that she not contact Lucifer or Charlie.

During her sentence she reined absolute terror, attempting to inspire even the most superficial of rebellion (like a food fight in the cafeteria) Those on the choir allowed her to put on concerts at first, as the winners enjoyed listening to her sing…until they realized she was once more trying to stage a revolt.

She made life Hell for Sera in whatever ways she could. Anything from thumb tacks on her chair to arson in her office. And if Adam or Lute even spoke to her? It was on sight

Far from just a petty childish woman, she was trying to cause as much chaos as possible so she’d get tossed back down to Hell. It didn’t happen, and she’d only find herself back in her gilded cage…until she eventually calmed down in recent years. So the angels believed anyway. In reality, she’s playing nice and planning her revenge, in the hopes that her grown daughter, light of her life, will lead the torch this time.

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“I wasn’t trapped in Heaven.”

“Heaven was trapped with me.”

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y’all ain’t ready for the icon/open I’M writing rn im crying

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Serenity Of Sorrow

Every Extermination Lilith ventures out after the slaughter to try and help survivors. Before giving up hope and love for their Kingdom, Lucifer used to join her.

Angelic wounds are among the most deadly and with a low survival rate. There have been only a handful that the Queen has been able to save, less than ten percent of those she’d find at all. The only real way to heal from an angelic wound is angelic healing, which not only does she not possess, but angelic healing is very difficult to do with hellborn and sinners, as hell magic repels angelic. Too much power at once, and as they gruesomely learned once, the body would turn into a shower of meat confetti.

More often than not, the only thing the Mother of demons was capable of doing was to sing her children to sleep. Magic weaves into every word she sings, and every song has their own purpose. “The Serenity Of Sorrow” is meant to allow for a peaceful passing. The magic syncs with their fading brain waves in order to ease both the sinner’s panic and to nullify their pain receptors so they don’t feel pain when they pass. They pass peacefully, head in her lap and her tears pattering their face like a melancholic rainfall…

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Lilith loves all her sinners, they are her children

but every year she learns Susan is still alive

she sighs

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cosmic sushi stickers that will be available to buy in the new year! (or whenever canada post stops being on strike)

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And Alastor was happy to do so, yanking away any cloth that dare have the audacity to be in his way, and pulling Husk closer to him. So close their flesh nearly melded together, coarse and soft fur pressing into each other, parts of it matted in the blood from what he’d sampled.

Alastor inched down on his partner, and utilized something that held far more of a different meaning now a day, curling those links around his hand and yanking them into Husk’s glazed eyes were nearly pressed into his. “Who do you belong to?” he purred.

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Some of the saliva trails into his skin, with the pinprick of blood he’s managed to extract. That he also trails his tongue along to catch. “Claiming.”

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hamn saanmmich

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Only her. God only her had to harness the forgotten magic of an ancient tongue to just crisp a fucking chicken. It had to be some sort of ancient curse. Maybe she did piss some weird eldritch off like Alastor had teased her about one time.

Charlie found it hard to enjoy the victory for a moment with how much stress it took to get to it…but then again, that’s probably what made it all the more sweeter, right?

“Do you think it’ll let us put it in a marinade or is that asking too much?” She leaned heavily against her uncle.

“Why did my Mom have to saddle me with this anti cooking curse? You know how many times the ingredients have come alive and thrown themselves to the floor just so I don’t cook them?” Forget about abandoning her, this is what she can’t forgive her Mother for.

“I just want to be the awesome girlfriend who makes her girlfriend breakfast in bed without the food coming alive and having an orgy!!”

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i’m fucking reeling, has it really been six months since I’ve answered some of these threads??

….how do I have any rp partners at all 💀

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The proverbial bricks were building once more. At least, he was trying to place them—only to find the feline chiseling through the fragile cracks and opening him up to tumble. Alastor allowed himself to be yanked back into Husk’s desperate grip. He was just as unworthy in this moment of yanking away from the one he’d failed so fantastically.

“Emotions are hard but you don’t get to just push them away and run away when they get uncomfortable.” The irony of that statement almost brought forth a manic giggle. If he weren’t so busy trying to keep the salt from leaving his eyelids, maybe he would have laughed. Running from emotion was all he did. His life’s philosophy to deal with feelings was practically ‘I don’t understand this emotion, so we’re going to box it up and pretend it doesn’t exist.’ That was half of why he was in this state with Vox to begin with.

“A soul in my care—and what a fantastic job I’ve done with that, haven’t I!” he laughed angrily. A raw and ugly and hollow sound. “This practically breaks our deal, as I promised you protection in my service! I…”

Alastor trailed off as those links were held up before him. Links that were…firm and strong and no longer hanging by a thread and slipping away into the nether. The connection was back, the physical manifestation of their bond, held before him… His fingers extended with hesitance to graze over the chain, crimson tipped talons following it to the manacle that clasped the feline’s neck. Captor and prisoner, a tumultuous kind of relationship no one would ever understand…especially him.

But it was theirs…and maybe that’s all he needed to focus on for now.. …And his smile softened just a bit more.

Alastor subtly pinched at the edges of his eyelids. There was no need for that. “Right then!” His fingers gripped Husk’s, squeezing earnestly for a moment before reaching clumsily to the buttons on his shirt. “We’ve a bath to get to, hm? We’re both filthy!”

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All things considering, he’d been having a decent day before this had shaken him. Alastor had spent the morning with Niffty, entertaining her whims for a tea party. He’d spent most of the day secluded in his office, reviewing paperwork and some surprising sponsors that were interested in the hotel. He’d been kicked back with some coffee and simple biscuits, laconically outstretched in one of his favorite chairs. It had been a placid day; nice and calm. He hadn’t even wanted to answer the door when he was told he had a package.

The radio demon knew no good could ever come from that, not with the amount of enemies he’d amassed in these decades. Sometimes they’d been quite creative. It could be good for a laugh if he didn’t find himself disgustingly underpowered with these unclipped wings.

Wings. How funny that was in his thought train when he opened the box. What an interesting coincidence, almost like intuition. It barely took a moment to decipher when he saw the severed appendages. He knew the brilliant pattern like the back of his hand. Warm feathers that he’d found draping over him on quite a few occasions. Feathers that he loved to toy with; pluck one or two out to piss off the owner. Feathers he’d preened, patterns he’d adored. Feathers that Niffty had constantly complained about during their shed—it didn’t look like she’d be complaining anymore.

Alastor barely realized he’d done nothing but stare for the past five minutes, in a state of near dissociation. He didn’t notice the way the lights were flickering, and he didn’t hear Charlie’s own shrieks when she recognized the wings. The lobby was swarmed in a mass of tendrils that knocked things over and pierced through the furniture, and Alastor didn’t notice a thing.

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“Shh…hold still sweetie. You lost a lot of blood, sugar. Focus on my voice, okay?” Rosie was so grateful she’d followed her old friend, toting a bag of left over sandwiches and cookies she meant to give him. She was a moment too late. She’d reached the curb just in time for the exhaust of the car’s engine to soil the air. She saw the license plate…and rage and betrayal didn’t even cover how she felt.

How could you?

It baffled her, to think of how far these two one time, close friends had fallen. She used to think Vox and Al might have a shot at reconciliation. If the two just talked and sorted things out, maybe they could all be what they’d been…so many decades ago. With every new argument and escalating violence it was seeming more and more impossible. Now as Rosie looked at what Vox had done she knew that reconciliation was not just impossible for Alastor, but it finally had been for her.

How could you?

Tears were quick to drip down, but Rosie swiped them with a desperate palm. This wasn’t what Husk needed right now. He needed someone strong, and someone to keep him calm. “Shh, hunny…don’t try to move, okay?” Hastily, she struggled to see through her tears as she tore off a piece of her dress, attempting to just stop the bleeding.

“I’m sorry…” Her voice shocked off into a sob that she swallowed for his benefit. “I shouldn’t have…let you—stars, I’m so sorry. Just, keep your eyes open. Don’t go to sleep, darling.”

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"You don't have to be so difficult! Let me pet you. You know you like it." - Alastor to Husk

With how often he swat the radio demon away, one would think he hated to be touched about as much as the affromentioned weirdo. He doesn't really; Niffty gets away with climbing him constantly and nuzzling his ears.

It's the intent for Husk; Niffty does it to be affectionate, and Alastor just does it to be a douchebag.

"Just 'cause I let Niff cuddle me, it don't mean I want you to!" Not like this. "What's with your obsession with fucking petting me anyway?"

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