#━━ ♔ seek your answers. ┊ ⌜ ask. ⌟

[ducktastic-dad]

@diistortion  ;  valentine's day application Name: Alastor Age: Old Enough Do you like to cuddle?: Sure Can we make-out?: If the mood strikes A night in or dinner out?: Either, but I prefer a night-in with dinner Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate-filled beignets What makes you a good Valentine?: 🎶 Would you cook for me?: I'd insist on it Would you let me cook for you?: No, stay out of my kitchen    valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    you  were  freaking  out  last  month  about  me  slipping  you  a  peek  of  my  ankle,  and  now  you're  fine  with  gettin'  down  and  dirty  ?   .  .  .  can't  say  i  don't  like  a  man  that  can  make  me  laugh.    ❞

absurd.  a  bit  charming,  in  a  backwards  way.  okay,  alright  ━

❝    fine  ━  but  i'm  bringing  a  poison  detection  kit  to  dinner.    ❞

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

so so so so glad to have u back ! this blog was the only thing that got me through the pandemic </3 so i've missed u sm ! i even reread some reactions just the other week ^^ if it's fine, could we have ruki's reaction to his s/o cautiously giving him a back hug as a way of seeking comfort, clearly distraught about something and on the verge of tears? (uni's got me so stressed lately qwq)

Ava: That's so sweet, thank you, anon. I'm very happy to be back and answering new asks, again! I totally understand about uni, too; I just started back last week for a new semester and it's already stressing me out as well >< We got this, though!!

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Ruki: . . .Livestock, your heartbeat. I can hear how it's elevated; Use your words, now. Tell me what's wrong.

Ruki: If you would rather sit like this and explain yourself, that's fine. But, I'm not willing to giving you the option to not tell me. So, what's wrong?

[fellstcr]

Q'S ABOUT BYLETH / @mischiefmodig / no longer accepting ! ↳  ♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

||. Byleth... is still trying to figure that out. At the moment, love is a shape without lines to Byleth; a song with no rhyme, a language without words It's not that it's meaningless... it's that the meaning isn't clear to Byleth. And how could it be? She hasn't had real, full, thriving emotions for most of her life; a lot of her time is spent playing emotional catch-up with everyone else in the room, no matter how young they are.

So, if you were to ask Byleth what "love" means, she would decline to answer, or pivot the question to someone else. She's still learning... and she wouldn't want to assign a meaning to a word she can barely describe. Especially if, after all of that... it turns out that she was wrong, and love actually means something else.

All that she does know is this : love comes in many forms. It can be shared between people who are courting, but it can also be shared between other kinds of family members too, like fathers and sons, brothers and sisters. It can be shared between friends, whether they're close, or they view each other as family. It can used for objects, animals and things that hold significance to a person. You can "love" a place, for instance. Just like you can "love" a job. (Granted, Byleth doesn't quite understand what makes the difference between 'loving' something and 'very much liking' something.)

But she's determined to understand, one day.

↳  ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

||. Byleth is a night owl, through and through. (A majority of her supports take place wandering Garreg Mach at ... odd ... hours of the night.) But this can come into conflict with Byleth also being something of a habitual early riser. She very rarely gets a full night of sleep, often opting for anywhere between three and five hours on average. She enjoys the peace and quiet of the night. It allows her the room and the time to think, process through her life's events and newfound experiences. It also allows her to plan for the immediate future.

↳  ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

( answered ! )

↳  ♔ - Do they value loyalty?

||. Byleth values loyalty and accountability above ALL else. Being able to trust that you will not get back-stabbed on a job is imperative to her former work as a mercenary - at least in terms of the mercenary members, and the group as a whole not getting betrayed by their employers. Of course, professionally, Byleth does understand that loyalty can only go so far when you can be hired by one person one day, and then hired by their enemy on the next day. That is where the utmost honor of having an accountable track record comes in. If you're honest, then you can be trusted within reason, even if your paths clashed not so long ago.

But when it comes to Byleth's personal loyalty, once it is earned, is difficult to break. If Byleth chooses you, she will move mountains for you. She will tie her path with yours, and very little will sway her on that path if she decides that following her chosen person (or their ideal) is her prerogative. This was true of Jeralt, and this is true of her house leaders. Which is why their responses to her during "A Form of Grief / Father's Diary (Blue Lions)" are so indicative of the person she becomes by the end of the route.

In Azure Moon, Dimitri tells Byleth to "live for what she believes in", or in other words : be true to your heart, because what your heart tells you is important will remain no matter what changes, or who leaves your life. She follows this creed with enough devotion not only to boomerang it back to Dimitri in his time of need, but then assist his will to extend a hand of mercy to their enemy at the end of the route.

In Verdant Wind, Claude... doesn't speak much on her loss with Jeralt, but he does encourage Byleth to seek the truth. In part through letting him look through her father's diary in search of answers about her past. She follows this into getting her answers from Seteth and Lady Rhea, enough so that she's able to put a permanent close on Nemesis' chapter once and for all at the end of that route.

In Crimson Flower/Silver Snow, Edelgard tells her - quite firmly - that she believes there is no sense in grieving. The world will move on with or without Byleth, and "all anyone else can offer are the tears of an outsider looking in." (She also makes it a point to note she will continue to move forward with her own life regardless of whether Byleth shares in that.) Obviously, Byleth can take this one of two ways: choosing to cleave her definition of belonging towards, or away from Edelgard's intended walk of life.

Her loyalty towards a person and their ideals is indomitable. And can quite literally be the difference between success and failure, winning and losing, and even life and death.

[sxorpiomoon]

Hello i'm here for your free reading:

My name is Sol and my sign is ♓

My question is some message from my future self?

Thank you

❂✪The deck Chosen was: The Antique Anatomy Tarot✪❂

From Your future Self

❦(card 1) The Hierophant: “The hierophant is one of the more traditional figures in the tarot and also one of the strictest. While his counterpart, the High Priestess is focused on the occult and the power of intuition, he is focused on set principles, organized religion, and intense study. The Hierophant is the spokesperson for the divine. He ask that you search outside of yourself for answers, reminding you that there is nothing wrong with asking for help and looking to an expert for guidance. Who can you go to for wisdom? Sometimes the Hierophant appears as a religious leader, but he can easily manifest in everyday figures, such as a freed who always gives you great advice, or a teacher who shows you a new approach to problem-solving. Now is the time to seek them out.” 

I love this first card. What I am really getting from this first card is that there is someone in your life that has a masculine energy and they might be an earth sign. But this is some you trust deeply. It feels like the message in the first card is to really look into your inner circle and find who is supposed to be there and who is not. This is a test for you intuition. I also am getting a message of you do have to be a bit stricter with yourself to achieve the goals you have in mind. They might feel out of reach, but you must work for it, it is not easy.❦

✮(Card 2) Seven of Blades: “ Sneaking around is the theme of the Seven of Blades. You are trying to get away with something you should’t, and this card is here to let you know that you aren’t as sly as you think you are. As with the five of blades, you may be the victim of someones trickery. A lot of planing has gone behind the scenes in order to pull off the plan against you, so be diligent with your boundaries. Whether you are the cheater or the cheated, an apology can work wonders. A battle of wits is easily ended when you put your pride aside and try do the right thing — even if it pains you.” 

With this second card because the first card you got is the Hierophant the numerology of that card is five it feels like this is a warning of someone in you life who is very manipulative. It feels like you have had this feeling in your gut but you needed confirmation. (I can also see this to be in a work situation or relationship or both even) This is also a message for you to know it is okay to ask for help.✮

♔(Card 3)Nine of Blades: “Can’t sleep because you are riddles with anxiety and guilt. Feel as though your waking life has become one of your nightmares? You are in the realm of the Nine of Blades, and it is really unpleasant place to be. You make feel like you are bouncing between fight mode and flight mode every minute of the day. Unfortunately, this card does not have a silver lining and it can really take a toll on your mental health. Being in a constant state of fear causes you to do things you wouldn’t normally do, so now is definitely not the time to make any major decisions.”

This card feel as if you are pushed up against a wall. It feel like there is no escape. This is a reminder that hard times are not forever. It reminds me of a quote from the move The Crow, where he says, “It can’t rain all the time.” This also a reminder to not stress or think about the future, to think about the now.♔

☠︎(Card #4) Ten of Elixirs: “The Ten of Elixirs is a very positive card to receive in a reading. There is a sense of comfort and harmony surrounding you and your loved ones, perhaps manifesting in a stable home life, enough money for your needs (and then some), and someone special to share it all with. The future looks bright in terms of relationships with this card. Any past conflicts are forgiven and unconditional love is possible because of the mutual respect you share.” 

This is a very beautiful way to end your reading. Your future self is really reminding you, here is that yes, you can have good things in life. It will take time to get here but it is in your path if you take the right steps. Even though it’s really cloudy, remember that it can not rain all the time. ☠︎

☘︎Just a little reminder, please stay healthy out there! Tips aren’t mandatory but appreciated. Feedback however is mandatory so please don’t be afraid to give me feedback. It means a lot to me! Also if anyone would like a reading from please do not forget to look at my guidelines. (Also, anything that is underlined most likely has links.) I wish you well, and good luck with your future. With much love - Yvanna🦋✨☘︎

[motylheir]

Your portrayal ? Neat. Honestly, I'm in love with how echo the voice of your muse, how you explore every layer on Alois --- and how you G I V E JUSTICE TO THAT SAD BOY WHO MERIT ALWAYS SO MUCH BETTER THAN CANON. Regardless how many years could pass. Your answers might be short, still, they always following down emotions from Alois, complexity of his soul, his inner pain, all his uncared problems. I am a quiet fan in the background remember once in a while I am loving you as a friend & loving your muse ! It's free love. I mean, couple of my muses adopted yours !

                              beep beep how’s my portrayal ? // @lightcreators

        i    idk what to say. Thank you so much for your kind words, you made me so happy you have no idea how much! thank you fucking much i love you

[strangelyunfinshed]

In The Cold November Rain Part 12 *18+ MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader 

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

Part 12/13 Series Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz, who's given me the great gift of helping me to become a better writter.

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To say you were a mess those first few weeks of school would be an understatement. Wandering campus like a ghost, only leaving your room to go to class and calling that a successful day. The dam burst the first time you heard Eddie's voice through the phone receiver. Choking through your tears, you tell him you can't do it and that you want to come home. In a tight, clipped voice, he reassured you that you could before rushing you off the phone. And he was right. After a few more weeks, you had made a few friends that coaxed you out of your dorm. Life changed to something approaching tolerable. He only took a few more of your calls, and then he was never home when you tried to reach him. Family obligations kept you from seeking him out over the three days you were home for Thanksgiving. Steve's parents attended your family's dinner, longing for something familiar, and you were disappointed he wasn't with them.

Marking a red line through the last final listed on your December calendar, you grab your bag and lock your dorm for the last time until you return for second semester in late January. A few of your new friends are driving you home and will stay the night in Hawkins before continuing on to Sesser the next day. They all want to check out the metal band you have not shut up about. As you pass the sign welcoming you to Hawkins, fireworks explode in your chest, and all your thoughts are of him.

"Dolly! You're back!" Lou yells as you and your friends walk through the door of The Hideout. "I sure am, Lou." Smiling, you lean against the bar. "And you brought your friends," he says, eyeing the three girls behind you.

"I had to take them to the best bar in Hawkins."

"Ain't you sweet. I better get you ladies served."

After taking care of your friends, Lou delivers your beer and leans over the bar crooking his finger at you. "Does he know you're here?" He asks in a low voice. "No. I wanted to surprise him." His lips pull in, leaving his mouth a thin line across his face. He throws his dish towel over his shoulder and moves down to the line to help another customer. Deciding to take seats at the bar, your friends talk and laugh while sipping their drinks, waiting for Corroded Coffin to start their set. The neon beer signs bathe everything in a red glow. Setting your beer on the sticky bar top with your shaking hands, you turn to face the stage, yearning for the moment when Eddie's eyes connect with yours. 

As the boys take the stage, your group claps, and whistles. As he looks in your direction, your heart beats faster, and your face lights up in a smile. But he looks right through you, a vacant expression on his face. His eyes move past you to something else, like he doesn't know you and doesn't want to. A sick, painful feeling starts in your stomach and radiates throughout your body. He's all you've dreamed about for months, and his cold eyes are full of apathy. 

"Maybe he didn't see you." Your friends try consoling you, but your face burns with embarrassment as he leaves the stage without a hint of acknowledgment. Lou gives you a sympathetic look as you push back from the bar and go in search of answers. When you find him, Eddie's leaning against the brick wall behind the bar, smoking a cigarette.

"What the fuck, Eddie?" But he just looks away. Something inside you snaps. You slap it out of his hand and start slapping at his chest. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're not even going to speak to me?" You yell, voice cracking, tears prickling behind your eyes. He raises his hands to protect himself. "Okay, Princess, that's enough." His voice snaps you out of it, and you step back, waiting for an explanation.

"You're acting like a spoiled brat," he says, bending to pick up his smoke.

"Me?" you practically stamp your feet which doesn't help your case, but you're way past rational.

"Yes, you. You don't get my attention when you want it and throw a fit. What was your plan here? Were you going to introduce me to your friends?"

"Yes! Yes! That was exactly what I was going to do."

"What were you going to say? Hey, guys, come meet the loser that used to scratch my itch." He mocks you.

"No! I told them you were my best friend, you ass!" You can feel your lips swell as the tears stream down your cheeks. 

"Then what? We fuck, and you leave again? No thanks. One goodbye fuck was enough."

"That's all it meant to you? I don't believe that. I don't fucking believe you!" 

His voice gets a little higher. "Did you really think we were going to have a happy ending? Are you still that fucking naive? That's not how the world works, Sweetheart." He throws down his butt and stomps it under his boot into the wet pavement.

The anguish is overwhelming. Crouching, you cross your arms over your knees, tucking your head inside. Practically curling into a ball while you mourn, crying for what is lost. His hands go around your biceps, pulling you up and into his chest, his cheek presses against the side of your head. He holds you, rocking you slowly like you would a child, and you let him because, despite his words, he's giving you what you need.

"I could have loved you so easily." He says into your ear. You stumble back, feeling like you were slapped. "It's a self-preservation thing." He turns his back to you and glides around as he explains. "You were the only one who didn't realize we had an expiration date. That clock was ticking from the first day we met. If I got too cozy, you would have fucking ruined me." He slaps a hand over his heart. "Total desiccation. I wouldn't have survived it. Couldn't let it happen, Princess. It's the one thing I won't give you."

"I would have done anything to be with you. Anything!" You screamed at him. "I would have stayed if you had asked me."

"I could never have asked you for that. I don't want to see your face the day you start looking at me the same way everyone else does. When you figure out this is all I'll ever be, that I have nothing to offer you."

"It's not-" 

"Stop it-"

"We could at least try‐"

"Fuck. Just stop‐"

"I want to tell you how I feel-"

"Enough! Goddam it! Just fucking stop!" 

Standing quietly in the night air, the noise from the bar a faint background, you try to get yourself under control. There's nothing left. You're hollow. Like a forgotten paper mache art project, someone touching you would poke right through, crumbling you into dust.

"So, what now?" You ask, your voice is steadier, but tears still run down your cheeks.

"Now we part as friends. Like we did before. You go back to school with your shiny new friends and have shiny fucking life. And old Ed will be right here in Hawkins. I'll end up working in some shitty factory that will fill my balls full of tumors before handing me a gold-plated watch. I'll die in that goddam trailer. But don't worry, you can come back and cry at my funeral, Princess."

Wiping your cheeks, you tip your chin up and walk slowly to him. His eyes close as you press a soft kiss to his unresponsive mouth.  

 "I did love you, you coward."

And that was it. It was the last time you saw him and the last thing you said to him. And now you're standing in Family Video eight months later with Steve Harrington, reliving it all.

"Can I talk to you for a minute in private? There are a few things I need to say to you." He says, looking over his shoulder at his co-worker, who quickly picks the magazine up and holds it in front of her face.

"Okay," you nod.

He tells his co-worker he's going on break. She practically breaks her neck, trying to get a look at you as he leads you outside and around the side of the building, close to where your Beetle is parked. The air is crisp but the sun warms your skin through your shirt. A few fallen leaves crackle as they blow around your feet. The highlights in his hair look golden in the afternoon sun.

"That thing's still running." He says with an easy smile tilting his head towards your car.

"She still purrs like a kitten." It's impossible to not fall back into the easy camaraderie of two people that have known each their whole lives.

"Look, I want you to know I really regret what happened in high school. I know I ruined things between us. You were right. All that stuff about being cool and being popular, it was all bullshit. I should have apologized to you a long time ago."

His arms are crossed over his chest, and he looks down at his feet. "You're not the only one with regrets. Everyone screws up in high school. You were a good friend to me for a long time, Steve."

"Was I? I don't think so." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think I put you on this shelf and just thought you'd just stay there frozen in time until I decided to take you down and play with you. And then, when that thing with Eddie happened. Oof! I went into full dickhead mode."

 "I think we both had some pretty fucked up expectations of each other. I put a lot of pressure on you to clear the path for me and make sure I never got hurt. I wasn't your responsibility."

"You weren't some sort of burden for me. I wanted to look after you. I just did a shitty job of it."

"Maybe we can agree to let each other off the hook? I think we're probably stuck knowing each other for life. We've got time to figure out how to be friends again. If that's what you want?" He lets out a deep breath. "Of course I want that," He says with a smile, placing his hand on your head to ruffle your hair. 

"Hey, you're going to mess it up," you tease, lightly pushing him away. He seemed to relax after getting what he needed off his chest.

"I'm really sorry about Eddie. He was a really good guy." He says, squeezing your shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" A sick feeling rises up in your stomach.

"Oh shit, I thought you knew. No one told you?" His eyes are wide.

"Told me what, Steve?" Dread fills your chest. The shocked expression on his face tells you that you don't want to hear what's coming next.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but Eddie…died…in the earthquake."

"That's sick. That's the lowest…." Raising your arm, you knock his hand off your shoulder. "You're a fucking liar." His face is full of sympathy as his hands move your biceps holding you in place.

"I'm not lying. He's gone. I'm so sorry."

A high-pitched tone rings in your ears. His touch makes you feel boxed in, you need to leave now. There's no air here. Putting both hands on his chest, you push him as hard as you can and run toward your car. After tugging on the locked door, your shaking hands fumble with your keys, dropping them on the pavement. Steve is there beside you, scooping them up before you can get to them. 

"No. You can't drive. You're in shock."

Your legs give out. They just can't hold you anymore. Steve catches you before you fall. His words sink in, and you cry. You cry loud and hysterically, out of breath and hiccupping like a little kid. He holds you through it. Your tears and nose soak his shirt and keep coming. People walk by the two of you on the sidewalk and stop to stare, you're making a scene, but he doesn't let go. This time, he doesn't leave you. Once you've cried yourself out, numbness sets in. He can feel that you are holding your own weight and releases his grip. 

He puts your keys in his back pocket. "I'm going to drive you home. Just let me tell Robin. Can you be on your own for a minute?" Shaking your head yes, you lean against the Beetle. He dashes back inside. There is a fogginess in your head, and your eyes won't focus. All you see is Eddie, you feel him all around you, like a ghost reminding you of the love you wasted. 

Part 13

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[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] Blue Club MAP Choices ①  (Captain’s Office - Munakata Reisi) Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut!

Munakata: That was quick. Have you found it?

Ran: No. I just came to have a little chat with you.

Munakata: A chat?

Ran: What do you… like?

Munakata: Why do you ask?

Ran: I thought that perhaps something you like would be satisfying enough for you…

Munakata: I see. Still, that is very straightforward of you.

Ran: I don’t know anything about you, so I thought it was best to directly ask you about it.

Munakata: Not a bad idea at all. However… I am unable to provide you with the answer you seek.

Munakata: What I seek is not a perfect answer.

Munakata: I am simply testing your capacity for thought. Hence, just give it your best shot and mull over it as hard as you can.

Ran: ……

Munakata: I am sure you will find the answer.

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Next MAP Choice: ⊳ Blue Club Clubroom (Fushimi Saruhiko) ⊳ Courtyard (Awashima Seri) ⊳ Hallway (Yata Misaki) ⊳ School Gates (Akiyama Himori)

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Next Scene: To Apologise

[ducktastic-dad]

@hazbinned  ; 

"... If you'd played CBAT for your wife, she wouldn't have left you. Just sayin'."    unprompted asks  ━  always accepting.

❝    what  the  hell  is  this  ━  that  techno-dub-stuff  ?    ❞

putrid.  an  assault  on  the  body  and  mind  and  SOUL.

❝    no,  you  know  what  ?   you're  right.  she  wouldn't  have  left  ━  she  probably  would  have  taken  me  to  a  hospital,  to  fix  the  crater-sized  concussion  in  my  head.    ❞

[ducktastic-dad]

@diistortion  ;  Strangely ill, delirious, and feeling like all sorts of overheated achey ass, Alastor is just going to lean heavily against Lucifer. He doesn't get sick. He's not sure it should even be possible. Now he's your problem.   unprompted asks  ━  always accepting.

startling,  small  stature  tenses  and  resists  the  urge  to  shrink  into  itself.  his  immediate  thought  is  to  push  alastor's  weight  off  of  him  entirely,  something  he  intends  to  act  on,  until  he  glances  up  and  sets  sights  on  the grim  flush  that  drains  all  the  usual  liveliness  from  the  hotelier's  features.  that  alastor  would  seek  refuge  in  him  at all  is  clue  enough  that  they  are  not  dealing  well  with  ━  whatever  they  seem  to  have  caught.  probably  punishment  for  those  overripe  deer  corpses  that,  unfortunately,  lucifer  has  taken  witness  to  once  or  twice  on  odd  mornings.  not  very  gut-friendly  on  his  end,  anyway. regardless,  lucifer  is  not  so  cruel  as  to  turn  away  the  sickly,  nor  the  pitiful.   (  though  he  is  sure  calling  alastor  either  would  put  him  on  the  other  end  of  bared  fangs.  )   no,  not  even  when  the  thought  of  his  daughter  happening  upon  the  sight  of  this  bonding  fallacy  mortifies  him. 

gaze  remains  steady  while  his  poker-face  struggles  not  to  waver,  and  his  hand  lifts  to  manifest  a  plaid  blanket  that  drifts  over  the  radio  demon's  shoulders  like  a  shawl.  a  deep  sigh  vents  what  little  frustration  he  feels,  knowing  he  will  be  preoccupied  for  the  foreseeable  future  if  he  intends  to  give  in  ━  and  he  does,  far  too  easily.  one  fluid  motion  allows  him  to  sweep  the  taller  demon  off  their  feet,  paying  no  mind  to  any  potential  protests,  and  cradles  those  gangly  limbs  in  a  grasp  one  would  think  he'd  need  the  physical  muscles  for.  shepherding  alastor  down  the  hall  like  a  wobbly  puppy  would  take  more  patience  than  he  presently  has.

❝    you're  hopeless ━ come on,    ❞

he  grumbles,  quiet  lacing  with  concern  as  he  begins  to  lead  them  both  away  ;  to  the  confines  of  alastor's  room,  where  no skeptical  eyes  will  be  on  them  and  the  devil  can  focus  his  full  attention  on  easing  their  affliction.  the  sooner  the  better.

[ducktastic-dad]

@radioiaci  ;  Name: Alastor Age: Honestly probably too young for you but we make do. Do you like to cuddle?: That's privileged information. (Please.) Can we make-out?: Out in the open?????? A night in or dinner out?: I think we are both keen to keep to ourselves. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. With dark chocolate, preferred. I think you can manage that. What makes you a good Valentine?: I remembered the holiday, I promise. Would you cook for me?: Any time, all you have to do is ask. Would you let me cook for you?: Mmmm, depends on your choice of food, but I'd be willing to take the risk. 🦌🔪   valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    do~oon't  think  it's  really  out  in  the  open  if  we're  by  ourselves.  .  .  but  hey,  if  you  wanna  bake  those  beignets  ?   i  happen  to  be  a  great  multi-tasker  ━  and  kisser  ━  as  seen  listed  on  page  five,  which  i'm  sure  you  still  have  ━     ❞

but  he  might  be  getting  a  little  off-track.

❝    ━  have  i  said  yes  yet  ?   because  my  answer  is  yes,  if  you  couldn't  tell.     ❞

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@firstwcman  ;  // veery gently dunks a 🚢 in here   send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) for shipping sheet answers  ━  accepting.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | a little | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood(?) or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( for post-season stuff )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: lucilith has such an insane amount of ship potential … i really truly want to write more of it, and your lilith portrayal is SUCH a treat, i rly want to get to know her motivations more through our interactions and how her dynamic with my lucifer might develop !  i'm always super down to write pre-fall eden stuff, post-fall before charlie, them when charlie is still growing up & they're figuring out parenthood, lilith going to heaven where lucifer can never reach her, & do not even get me STARTED on the angst potential of being estranged or broken up partners. the pining ?  the what ifs ?  constantly questioning if they are still in love, have they fallen out of love but are still in love with the nostalgia of what was, did they fall out of love and now that they've been apart are realizing they still want to be together/are falling in love all over again, the possibility that one has moved on while the other clings onto hope that they can still figure out their marriage, etc. all while lilith is held captive by heaven ... the list goes on, i'm a sucker for ic drama. i want them being in love, the cute couple things, them working out their issues together, being each other's anchor since the dawn of existence & essentially being best friends, the messiness & angst, i want ALL OF IT.

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@highstakcs  ;  Name: Husk. Age: Old enough. Do you like to cuddle?: Maybe. Can we make-out?: If you play your cards right. A night in or dinner out?: Whatever. I guess a night out wouldn't kill me. I'm already dead. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Not my thing. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not. This would be a bad idea on your part. Would you cook for me?: I can make you a drink. That's about it. Would you let me cook for you?: ... Can you cook? Let's just get take out. (he's so good at selling himself...)    valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    you  sell  yourself  too  short,  husky  !   ━  can  i  call  you  husky  ?   anyway  ━  my  sweet  charlie  speaks  very  fondly  of  you,  i'm  sure  you  have  plenty  of  reasons  you'd  be  a  good  valentine's  partner.  it  sounds  like  a   “  totally  chill  ”   time.    ❞

such  nonchalance,  very  appealing  !   (  and  lucifer  is  oh-so  lonely.  )

❝    consider  yourself  valentines-ed,  or.  .  .  whatever  the  term  is.  my  answer  is a  yes.    ❞

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@poisonedspider  ;    

sinsmas asks  ━  no longer accepting.

there  are  not  many  gifts  under  the  tree  for  lucifer  this  year  ;  a  reality  that  lucifer  is  more  than  content  with  facing.  not  only  do  his  neighbors  not  know  him  all  that  well,  he  has  made  it  clear  to  the  rest  of  the  hotel  through  boisterous  remarks  of  being   “  able  to  give  ”   ━   simultaneously  pushing  the  image  he  does  not  need  to   “  get  "   ━   that  he  isn't  expecting  more  than  the  inevitable  sinsmas  card  his  daughter  will  be  making  him.   (  what  can  he  say  ?   being  a  provider  sparks  his  pride.  )   so  to  find  that  he  does,  in  fact,  get  anything  is.  .  .  sweet. the  card  is  the  first  to  be  opened,  claws  that  meticulously  pick  and  peel  at  the  sealing  glue  of  the  envelope  before  he  is  able  to  pluck  it  from  its  sheathe.  then  comes  the  reading,  quiet  as  he  scans  the  contents,  all  the  while  struggling  not  to  become  bashful  over  his  smile  putting  soreness  into  his  cheeks.  it  has  been  too  long  since  he  was  last  told  he  is  part  of  a  family  ━  what  he  wants  most,  often  looking  for  that  affirmation  in  his  daughter.  though  he  wouldn't  expect  angel  to  know  that,  making  it  all  the  more  touching.

sentimentality  aside,  he  cannot  help  looking  forwards  to  the  actual  gift.  within  a  bag,  hidden  beneath  layers  of  colourful  holiday  tissue  paper,  he  finds  it  ━

❝    awwh,    ❞

the  only  appropriate  response  to  seeing  such  a  charming  duck-themed  hat.  truly,  those  beady  eyes  and  rounded  beak  draw  him  in  like  nothing  else.  an  appropriate  gift  for  someone  who  so  often  wears  a  hat   (  just  as  eccentric  )   already.  lucifer  removes  his  ringmaster  crown,  and  instead  replaces  it  with  the  present  he's  been  given. he  will  have  to  thank  angel  in  person  later.

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@infernal-blaze  ;  A familiar shadow gestures at Lucifer to look its way. There's something hidden behind its back! A knife? A note? The shadow outstretches its hand, a bright and jagged grin on its face. It offers Lucifer a bouquet of vibrant yellow flowers. The moment those flowers leave its hands, it disappears with a silent cackle as the sound of a crackling radio grows ever closer. When Alastor rounds the corner, he is clearly in a disheveled state. His ears are pinned back and he was still in the process of pulling his coat over his shoulder. When his eyes finally land on Lucifer and the bouquet, he stops, stares, and immediately turns around to walk away with a very distinct red coloration on his face. unprompted asks  ━  always accepting.

it  is  not  often  that  alastor's  shadow  separates  from  its  host,  from  what  little  lucifer  has  seen  of  its  more  mysterious  habits.  once  before,  he  can  recall,  the  silhouette  came  to  him  seeking  some  form  of  attention  ;  much  like  it  is  now,  in  his  peripheral  view.  morningstar's  gaze  turns  at  the  encouragement,  somewhat  endeared  by  the  obviousness  of  those  gestures,  and  he  approaches  the  dark  figure  that  has  manifested  outside  its  usual  flatter  state  against  the  walls  of  the  hotel.  that  too  is  unusual. then  he  glances  down,  suddenly  aware  that  the  entity  is  holding  something  behind  its  back,  and  cocks  a  brow.  there  are  not  many  things  lucifer  would  expect  to  receive  from  alastor's  strange  extension,   (  if  at  all,  )   but  considering  how  it  has  behaved  in  the  past.  .  .  he  somehow  feels  less  inclined  to  believe  it  will  be  as  horrific  a  gift  as  alastor  himself  might  bring.  a  shiny  trinket  it  found  laying  around  ?   maybe  lucifer  dropped  something  earlier  without  noticing  ?   or  ━  flowers,  bright  and  entirely  too  vibrant  not  to  notice  against  the  contrast  of  its  dark,  spectral  body.  the  brilliant  yellow  is  eye-catching,  entrancing  lucifer  enough  to  take  the  bouquet  without  any  thought  or  hesitation,  and  it  is  only  when  alastor's  shadow  dissipates  into  wisps  that  he  is  able  to  give  the  gift  a  proper  once-over. 

it's.  .  .  sweet.  his  smile  etches  into  the  apples  of  his  cheeks,  and  creases  the  bags  under  his  eyes.  he's  not  entirely  too  sure  what  to  make  of  it  ;  whether  the  flowers  are  somehow  symbolic  of  something  unsaid,  or  if  they  were  picked  with  the  simple  association  in  mind  of  lucifer  to  the  colour.  maybe  he's  overthinking  it  entirely.  not  much  more  time  is  given  to  ruminate  over  what  or  why,  though.  not  before  the  chaotic  sputtering  of  static  draws  close  enough  that  lucifer  turns,  just  in  time  to  see  alastor  round  the  corner  looking  like  a  mess.  safe  to  assume  their  state  has  something  to  do  with  the  flowers  ━  and  he  intends  to  ask,  but  alastor's  near-immediate  turn  in  the  opposite  direction  robs  him  of  the  opportunity. a  hand  reaches  out,  and  lucifer's  amusement  can't  be  helped  when  he  calls  after  them,

❝    we-hell  hey  now  ━  pff,  hold  on  !    ❞

followed  then  by  the  devil  trying  to  catch  up  to  his  gift-giver's  pace.  not  so  easily  achievable  when  he  is  competing  with  their  lankier  legs,  but  a  light  jog  might  help  close  the  distance.

❝    ha-wait  up  !   come  on,  what  are  you  ?  ━  embarrassed  ??    ❞

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anon  ;  "Thoughts about your Daughter's Hotel Business Idea?"   unprompted asks  ━  always accepting.

❝    oh  ━  well,    ❞

should  he  really  be  giving  this  random  sinner  an  honest  opinion  on  something  so  sensitive  ?   .  .  .  lucifer  is  no  stranger  to  the  concept  of  journalism,  if  that  is  what  this  ambush  is  about,   (  because  who  else  would  have  the  gall  to  walk  up  and  ask  ?  )   but  a  king  knows  better  than  to  be  completely  unfiltered. 

❝    i  wouldn't  have  given  her  the  hotel  in  the  first  place  if  i  had  no  faith  in  her  idea,    ❞

although  he  cannot  say  he  has  that  same  faith  in  the  damned  souls  buzzing  around  her like pests ;  not  entirely.   (  not  even  close.  )   his  neighbors  are  nice  enough  for  the  most  part,  sure,  charlie  has  made  good  friends, he can make a few exceptions  ━  but  the  rest  of  his  ring  ?   corrupt to the core.  it  would  take  a  true  miracle,  and  within  these  rotten  prison  walls  there  is  no  such  a  light.

❝    charlie  is  a  smart  girl.  even  if  it  isn't  possible  to  rehab  ━  aha  ━  excuse  me  ━  redeem  sinners,  hell  will  be  better  off  with  a  few  less  corrupt  souls  running  around.  can't  go  anywhere  but  up  when  we've  already  hit  rock  bottom  !   am  i  right  ?    ❞

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@obedientmade  ;  ❛  you have snowflakes in your hair.  ❜   🐝  *  ―  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.  ━  accepting.

crystalline  white  presses  down  with  squeaky  crunches  beneath  the  stark  black  of  knee-high  boots,  heels  that  sink  into  the  snow  and  disappear  with  an  occasional  wobble.  they  are  not  exactly  convenient  for  this  wintery  environment  ━  lucifer,  however,  has  refused  to  change  them.  regardless  of  paris'  more  subtle  hints  that  he  should  do  so,  and  the  devil  having  every  capability,  all  it  took  was  one  vague   “  it'll  be  fine,  ”   and  from  there  a  more  stubborn  pride  has  taken  ahold  of  him.  who  is  paris  to  tell  him  he  can't  manage  in  a  few  inches  of  frail  ice  ?   such  earthly  elements  are  below  him,  he  can  walk  however  he  pleases  !   .  .  .  a  silly  mindset  to  fall  victim  to,  but  he  is  not  the  embodiment  of  pride  for  his  smarts. that  line  of  thought  comes  back  to  bite  him,  naturally.  one  such  wobble  twists  his  ankle  a  tad  too  far,  and  sends  lucifer  off-balance  into  a  frail  pine  tree,  young  enough  to  be  shaken  but  just  old  enough  to  dwarf  its  assailant.  the  impact  sends  shudders  up  into  the  stiff  boughs  of  cold  and  quivering  needles,  shaking  loose  the  layers  of  winter  that  have  built  upon  these  branches  to  plunge  down  all  at  once  over  the  devil  below.  there  is  little  time  to  react,  no  immediate  danger,  no  rush  of  adrenaline,  and  so  the  impact  hits  to  leave  a  loose  pile  sitting  over  the  blond  hairs  of  his  head.  his  reaction  delays  to  the  puff  of  glittering  particles  that  comes  shortly  afterwards,  both  eyes  screwing  shut  with  his  chin  tucking  in  as  if  to  try  and  hide  in  a  shell  he  does  not  have.  with  an  undignified,

❝    pfff,    ❞

comes  the  threat  of  an  oncoming  laugh  ;  a  cross  between  his  own  amusement  and  trying  to  get  the  snow  out  of  his  face.

❛   you  have  snowflakes  in  your  hair.  ❜

one  eye  opens  to  peer  at  paris,  who  is  no  doubt  humbling  him   (  and  rightfully  so  )   with  some  roundabout  version  of  an   “  i  told  you  so,  ”   but  he  can't  find  it  in  himself  to  do  anything  other  than  crack  a  smile  about  it.  his  eye  shuts  again  briefly,  and  in  a  huff  he  finally  breaks  out  that  laugh,

❝    hah  !   jealous  ?   here,  i'd  hate  to  leave  you  out  !    ❞

claws  raise  to  swipe  a  hand  over  the  top  of  his  head  blindly,  in  the  general  direction  of  his  company,  and  hope  that  the  pile  disperses  right  into  his  target.  if  not,  there  is  plenty  of  snow  around  to  try  again  ━  with  no  regard  for  the  playful  fight  it  might  cause.