#L. M. Morningstar

[alessandroiiidimacedonia]

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Good morning everyone, I’m Elena from Italy and thank you for being on Alessandro III di Macedonia -your source on Alexander the Great and Hellenism! Sorry for the absence and to try to make up for it today I point out many books that have come out recently about Alexander the Great and Cleopatra. These books are of different genres and are distinguished because they are all self-published on…

[fiendishfables]

Imagine…

Getting to make love to Lucifer Morningstar only once every year…

•You came down from heaven, he’d be waiting in hell.

• His whimpers and your moans would be the only sounds in the manors bedroom. The room that has gotten so used to silence whenever you’re gone, now full of your mixed presence. He’s finally able to release all his feelings for you, all his love, all his affections, all his frustrations, all his tears.

• You’d make sweet love like it would be your last time ever seeing one another. Round after round until the daylight began to break. Soft words spoken, wings fluttering, intimate feelings shared. He had been so long awaiting your voice, your kind soul, your beauty, your loyalty…just like every other year before this one. He missed you so, so much. More than you’d ever be able to comprehend.

• Then it would be time for you to go, and with the next flap of the curtains and quick flash of moonlight into the room, you’d be gone. Lucifer would then curl up in the bed, inhaling the scent of the sheets where you had last been only moments before, tears streaming down his cheeks. And on the pillow; a single angelic feather from one of your wings.

• You always left him a feather.

a/n: I came up with and wrote this at like 2:00 AM, so just enjoy l m a o

additional notes: yes, this is a bit of a teaser to my upcoming short series: Lucifer Morningstar x Angel! Reader. Stay tuned. <3

[aliens8n]

Lucifer Morningstar [ABC of smut]

I hope you guys enjoy this little bundle of headcanons!

Warning: Nsfw theme

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Lucifer is the type to wrap you in silk, fetch you the finest wine, and whisper sweet words until you're utterly spoiled.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his wings and back! His wings are a bit more sensitive than most of his body so he enjoys the sensation they bring when touched in such a heated moment. As for his partner, he likes their hands, I don’t think there is a proper reason other than he just finds that body part fairly attractive and well obviously useful! 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn’t very fussy about it and rather easygoing about it depending on the moment! He does enjoy little mess. It's all part of the fun. He likes the aftermath the most!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is the king of Hell!! He had lifetimes to perfect his skills after all. And he’s very confident in his abilities!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He would not play favorites with this part. Why would he limit himself to just one? He prefers to keep things interesting, and spontaneous. With how flexible he am, he think it'd be a pity not to show off a little.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

This man is a fine mix! He can be either serious or playful! Sometimes He is playful, after all, what’s the point if you’re not having a bit of fun? But there are moments when things get serious, and he can be... quite intense.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Everything about him is perfectly groomed. He takes pride in his appearance, after all.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Occasionally he does indulge himself, but he prefers to make it much more exciting such as having an audience or even... Partner to help! 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucifer has a taste for the more intense side of things. A few that he definitely would bring to the bedroom is power play, and don’t worry he has no problem giving his partner the power if they so desire. Breath play? Absolutely! He finds that it adds such an exquisite edge. A frequent visitor in the bed would be the whole spectrum of BDSM... restraint, discipline, just enough to keep things interesting.

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

Despite all his beautiful kinks and willingness to experiment, this sweet king's all-time favorite spot to get freaky in is his bedroom. After all, nothing beats privacy and comfort.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Want to get him excited? Show that you mean business and not afraid to well play with the devil! Power and confidence are the way into his heart and pants!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will NOT do any sort of genuine harm! Nuh-uh, he might be the King of Hell but he has some morals. Another way to turn him off is overdoing teasing and playing and then giving nothing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving absolutely but isn’t going to say no if you want to put in some work!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t the biggest fan of them as he prefers to take his time and fully indulge himself but he won’t just completely shut down the idea. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He is always willing to push the boundaries, and try something new. Referring back to a previous letter are limits, everything must be thrilling, not reckless! 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A better question is how much are you up for!~

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Lucifer is quite fond of using them on a partner. As for himself, he isn’t opposed to the idea and enjoys a toy or two!

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Too damn much but at least by the end, you’ll be left feeling satisfied as well eagerly thinking about what he will come up next. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not the quiet type! Sounds from moans to growls, anything your filthy mind can think of he mostly has made that sound a few times before. After all, he is prideful, not shy. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is quite the romantic so he loves candles, fancy silks, and dramatic settings...  He adores creating the perfect atmosphere for you both to indulge in and have a good time in!

[stab-me-mommy]

we all need a yandere dommy mommy sometimes, don't we?

i'm nosferatu. 21, any pronouns. and i really fucking like yanderes.

this means that on this blog, you get to see your favorite characters as a yandere. well, my favorite character, but that's just details.

i write yandere stuff on my other blogs, so i'll just list off fandoms i don't have blogs for. yes, there can be non-yandere stuff here too, but it's mostly yandere here.

slashers:

Jason Voorhees (Friday 13th series)

Pamela Voorhees (Friday 13th series)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street series)

Tiffany Valentine (Child's Play series)

Charles Lee Ray (Child's Play series)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Stu Macher (Scream)

Pearl (Pearl movie)

Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs; book/sir Anthony Hopkins version)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Drayton Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Nubbins Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Chop-Top/Robert Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies)

Sissy Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre game)

Johnny Slaughter (Texas Chainsaw Massacre game)

Ji-woon Hak/The Trickster (Dead by Daylight)

Jason the Toymaker (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

games:

Jimmy (Mouthwashing)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village)

Allied Mastercomputer (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream - game version)

Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Fate (Death and Taxes)

Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us)

Bluebeard (The Wolf Among Us)

Tanner Grayton (Scrutinized)

Ascended Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

Cazador Szarr (Baldur's Gate 3)

Raphael (Baldur's Gate 3)

Haarlep (Baldur's Gate 3)

Genji Shimada (Overwatch/Overwatch 2)

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes (Overwatch/Overwatch 2)

Alduin (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Molag Bal (The Elder Scrolls series)

Mehrunes Dagon (The Elder Scrolls series)

Hermaeus Mora (The Elder Scrolls series)

Hircine (The Elder Scrolls series)

Sanguine (The Elder Scrolls series)

V/Jihyun Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

707/Saeyoung Kim/Luciel Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown/Ray/Saeran Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Two-Face/Harvey Dent (Batman: Arkham Series)

Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)

anime/manga:

Shuu Tsukiyama (Tokyo Ghoul)

Dio Brando/DIO (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood and Stardust Crusaders)

Kars (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

L Lawliet (Death Note)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

M/Mihael Keehl (Death Note)

Yato (Noragami)

Asura Kishin (Soul Eater)

Arachne Gorgon (Soul Eater)

Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater)

Giriko (Soul Eater)

Justin Law (Soul Eater - manga version)

Noah - Greed (Soul Eater)

Noah - Wrath (Soul Eater)

Franken Stein (Soul Eater)

Elf (NANBAKA - version)

animated series/movies/cartoons:

Seraphim (Blood of Zeus)

Zeus (Blood of Zeus)

Hera (Blood of Zeus)

Apollo (Blood of Zeus)

Hades (Justice League Animated)

Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Mammon (Helluva Boss)

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

live series/movies:

Merle Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead, early seasons)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Edward Scissorhands (Edward Scissorhands)

Willy Wonka (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham)

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane (Gotham)

The Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

The Riddler/Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Victor Zsasz (Gotham)

Barbara Kean (Gotham)

Loki Laufeyson (Avengers 2012)

comics:

The Batman Who Laughs/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

The Grim Knight/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

Batman/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

Owlman/Thomas Wayne Jr. (general concept)

The Joker (general concept)

Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel (general concept)

The Hulk/Bruce Banner (general concept)

Superman/Clark Kent (general concept)

Ironman/Tony Stark (general concept)

Deathstroke/Slade Wilson (general concept)

the list most likely will get updated.

[domni99]

Let’s do this one more time!

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Fifteen

Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: I Can't Stop Hurting People

Summary: Lucifer fights to find (Y/N), but the Apocalypse is not a force to be stopped.

Warning: Suicidal ideation and thoughts. It doesn't last long, but be aware of your own mental health.

            Lucifer’s heart pounded in fear as he called Amenadiel.

            “Luci, what’s up—”

            “I’m texting you an address, get there now,” said Lucifer, doing so as he spoke.

            Amenadiel heard his tone and turned serious. “What’s wrong?”

            “(Y/N) is in danger,” said Lucifer.

            That was all Amenadiel needed to here. “I’m coming.”

            Lucifer hung up and stepped onto the terrace. His white wings extended, he took a deep breath, and he thought of (Y/N).

      I’m coming.

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            Lucifer landed outside the prom venue. Just like in the phone call with Leon, he could hear the fire alarm inside the building. People in formal attire were outside, and firemen were showing up. However, no one was trying to get inside.

            Lucifer frowned as he walked closer to the building. It seemed fine. Nothing was on fire, but that wasn’t a surprise since Lucifer knew it had to be a ruse to get people out if something was happening. That didn’t answer why people weren’t approaching.

            Lucifer took a step into the building, and then he understood. Magic hung in the air, heavy and dark. A human would not be able to recognize it, only sense some sort of danger and back away. None of the people outside were aware there was danger, they just felt compelled to stay away.

            That was better for Lucifer. Whatever had happened was bad if it generated this sort of energy.

            Lucifer froze as he found the source of the energy. Cracks had exploded up the sides of the halls throughout the building, showing nothing but endless black within. Every few moments, the cracks splintered up new walls, and the light was swallowed within it, casting the entire building into shadow.

            (Y/N)!

            If (Y/N) was in the darkness, then they were in danger. They were hurt. It felt like danger, like the endless pain and cold and loneliness of hell, like a lack of anything. It was a void.

            Lucifer wouldn’t stand for (Y/N) being harmed and left in that. He wouldn’t. So, despite his own instincts also disliking the sensation of approaching the nothingness that was swallowing the world around it, he did.

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            While Lucifer made his way to prom, the Apocalypse had truly begun, and no one engaged in the battle was backing down.

            (M/N) had used up her bullets and pulled a blade of demon steel like (F/N), and she and her fucked-up husband were mercilessly attacking the Four Horsemen (Teenagers) of the Apocalypse

            (F/N) stabbed at Marcel and Leon. Every time he swung at Marcel, Leon interceded to help Marcel. However, (F/N) was much larger and stronger than the teenagers, so he was able to shove both of them off each time they tried to take him down properly, and with the knife, it was difficult to get close. Fortunately, Marcel and Leon were not getting tired. Instead, as the apocalypse continued around them, they just started getting stronger—Famine and Pestilence were getting stronger.

            Noa and Olive were dealing with (M/N). She was having the harder time between her and her husband. Her husband’s strength while Marcel and Leon’s was still growing allowed him to keep himself going. (M/N) was being worn down by Noa and Olive. Olive—War—had strength, and (M/N) had felt it when Olive managed to get a hold on her. It was only swinging her dagger and nearly stabbing Olive that let her escape. Unfortunately, War wasn’t backing down. Neither was Noa—Death. When (M/N) found herself nearer to Noa, she found her strength failing. That was the touch of Death.

            And so, as the teenagers were growing stronger, (F/N) and (M/N) grew more desperate, more willing to stab and harm and cut the Four Horsemen. They even went for the defenseless, unconscious Em on the ground to throw the Four Horsemen off and force them to go into defense instead of offense.

            While (M/N) and (F/N) battled the Four Horsemen, Michael took on (Y/N). He had an angelic sword in his hand and his wings extended. With every swing, he cut through shadows and approached (Y/N). As he attacked and their friends battled behind him, (Y/N)’s mind was thrown farther into the darkness swallowing them.

            They had no thoughts left. They just wanted to hurt Michael, hurt their parents, hurt the world for threatening them, their friends, Em. The shadows around them clung to their body, and the cracks forming in the fabric of reality crawled over their arms. (Y/N)’s red wings, dripping in darkness, allowed them to lunge forward, and the shadows condensed to block Michael’s attacks. They were furious, and the red glow of their eyes was evidence of it as they tracked every one of Michael’s movements. (Y/N) was a predator; Michael was prey. They were the goddammed Antichrist, and they wouldn’t be stopped.

            “Why my father would create a being such as you, I’ll never know!” said Michael, swinging through the next wave of shadows.

            He gritted his teeth as he was pushed back, though. (Y/N) grew stronger as the world unraveled. He needed to push them into making a reckless mistake, needed to push them to fully destroy themself with their own power. And, seeing as Em hadn’t died yet and neither had the Four Horsemen, Michael would push them himself.

            “You were a pathetic human, and you’re a monster now,” jeered Michael. “You are a flawed, evil creature, and you only bring ruin to the lives around you!”

            In the midst of (Y/N)’s fury, their heart clenched, and their mindless state faltered. The shadows quivered before attacking Michael again. The darkness swirled around (Y/N), too, as if they were trying to comfort themself and fend off Michael’s words.

            “Look at you! So desperate to do the right thing, but all you’re doing is destroying the world.” Michael scoffed. “You are the very root of evil. You are a flawed, pathetic creature that should never have been born. Unable to save the people you care about. The demon. The Horsemen. They’re going to die, and you can’t do anything because you just destroy.”

            (Y/N)’s wings flapped, and they were on Michael in an instant. He grunted and was thrown back, but as (Y/N) flew in again, he swung at them. He was bleeding from the attack, but (Y/N) was forced to jump back to avoid his sword.

            Michael stood and looked at (Y/N) with a sneer. “Lucifer was a fool to ever care about you. You’re going to destroy everything he cares about.” He scoffed. “And I doubt he’ll love you then.” He grinned. “No. I’m certain Lucifer won’t love you.”

            Lucifer won’t love you. Lucifer won’t love you. Lucifer won’t love you. Luciferwontloveyouluciferwontloveyouluciferwontloveyou…

            (Y/N) screamed, and shadows exploded outwards. Michael, Em’s body, the Horsemen, (M/N), and (F/N) were thrown back into the walls of the room. They cracked and broke, and the group fell into the rooms around them. In the center of the destruction, (Y/N) collapsed, the void opening around them. They floated amidst the darkness they’d created, and the cracks in their skin broke them apart as they squeezed their eyes shut and screamed. (Y/N) cried for all the pain they’d experienced. They cried for the people they’d lost. They cried the destruction they’d wrought.

            And around them, the world splintered with their mind. (Y/N) couldn’t stop it. They were spiraling, chest heaving, breathing shallow, their body was breaking apart, their mind was fracturing, they were dying, dying with the world they were destroying.

            Because you don’t deserve to be here, you don’t deserve to have people to love you, you’re a failure, pathetic, weak, a destroyer, a monster, abomination. Abomination. ABOMINATION!

            “(Y/N)!”

            The voice seemed far away, like they were underwater. (Y/N) squeezed their eyes shut tighter. They just wanted to disappear. They didn’t want to imagine that people were there to save them. They just wanted to leave, leave this world behind, leave their pathetic self behind, leave the people they cared about behind. They couldn’t help them. They were a monster.

            ABOMINATION! ABOMINATION! ABOMINATION!

            (Y/N) wanted to die.

            “(Y/N)!”

            Dad’s not here. The jeering voice in (Y/N)’s head wouldn’t shut up. He wouldn’t help you. You’re a monster now. You’re going to destroy your friends, your family, your world, everyone and everything he cares about. You’re nothing to him now. He knows you’re a monster.

            (Y/N) felt the shadows around them tightening. All they had left was darkness, death. There was no point to continuing. No point to living…

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            “Amenadiel, stop those two fucks,” snapped Lucifer as he moved closer to (Y/N), heart breaking with fury at those who had caused this distress in his child and with terror at (Y/N)’s state of being.

            Amenadiel, who had appeared beside Lucifer a moment before they had found the Apocalypse beginning, nodded. With a wave of his hand and a strength he hadn’t felt in so long, the world stopped around them. Time froze, and (M/N) and (F/N) froze from where they had stood and grabbed their daggers.

            The Four Horsemen—Amenadiel sensed the truth the instant he saw them—looked at him in surprise.

            “Are you alright?” he said to the four teenagers.

            They nodded quickly.

            “But Emeranne—they’re hurt,” said Noa, swallowing hard.

            “We’ll help them,” said Amenadiel, carefully picking up Em’s body. He grimaced. There was still shallow breathing—demons could take a hit longer than humans—but the blood staining their dress was significant.

            Michael stood and supported himself on a crumbling wall. “You can’t help the demon. The world is ending, and there’s no miracle that can stop it except for the Antichrist dying.”

            Olive lunged for Michael, but Amenadiel grabbed her and held her back protectively. The four might be the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but Amenadiel recognized what he had seen in (Y/N) once he got to know them—they were just human. They were children. They should not be faulted for who they are.

            “If you want to fight, Michael, then fight me,” said Amenadiel lowly. Michael was intentionally provoked the Apocalypse. He had put Amenadiel’s son in danger. Amenadiel wouldn’t forgive that.

            Michael scoffed. “I have no interest in fighting you, Brother. I’ve got what I wanted. Dear old Luci will lose everything.”

            “He won’t!” said Marcel, glaring.

            Michael sneered. “The Antichrist must die.” He gestured to the walls being eaten away into nothing. “Or else reality will unravel.”

            “Lucifer can help (Y/N),” said Leon, voice even as ever, no trepidation. “He will.”

            “I will,” said Lucifer, standing on the edge of the void and gazing at his child huddled within it.

            “And be the first to die,” said Michael.

            Lucifer whirled, grabbed Michael, and slammed him into the wall savagely. Michael hadn’t expected the furious, rash movement, neither had anyone else, and he groaned as his head spun.

            “I will deal with you after I help my child,” hissed Lucifer.

            Amenadiel and the Four Horsemen shivered at the tone. That was the Devil. That was the being that ruled Hell, that organized the torture of human souls, the punisher of evil. Whatever Lucifer planned for Michael, it would be agonizing.

            But Lucifer was a father before he was the Devil. And so, he turned to the void, extended his wings, and stepped into it. Amenadiel, Marcel, Leon, Olive, and Noa watched worriedly as he stepped through the shadows towards (Y/N).

            Lucifer felt the cool chill of the darkness as it swirled up around him. He could feel it tested him to see if it could eat him away into nothing. Fortunately, as a Celestial, he could continue through it. But he felt the destruction eating away at the world.

            Lucifer didn’t care about that. He cared about (Y/N). His eyes were focused on them, and his heart broke more. (Y/N)’s beautiful, ruby wings were heavy with shadows, obscuring the golden shine of their feathers. Their arms were covered in black markings, and the cracks extended up their neck. The worst part was their body language—they were sobbing. They were curled up, head buried in their knees, and shaking with helpless cries.

            “(Y/N),” said Lucifer again. “(Y/N).”

            Upon hearing his voice, (Y/N) flinched. This was their imagination still. He wasn’t here, no one was there to help them, they were a monster, no one helped a monster.

            Lucifer’s eyes softened with worry as (Y/N) flinched. “(Y/N), look at me.”

            (Y/N) raised their head slightly, and their glowing red eyes met Lucifer’s. His white wings stood out against the darkness, and he was truly an angel in that moment. But (Y/N) couldn’t see an angel willing to save them. They were an abomination. Around them, the world was destroying itself. They were destroying the world. An angel would never help them. An angel would protect their world—by destroying the evil—the abomination, the Antichrist—that threatened it.

            “(Y/N), it’s alright,” said Lucifer gently, approaching them.

            “Go away.”

            Lucifer’s eyes widened as (Y/N) spoke. Their voice was soft with pain and fear, but it carried the shadows itself in it, power.

            “I don’t—I don’t want to hurt you.” They pulled their legs closer to themself. “I can’t stop it. I can’t stop hurting people.”

            “You haven’t hurt anyone. Everyone is fine,” said Lucifer softly, kneeling. “None of this is your fault.”

            “I’m the Antichrist. I’m destroying everything. Em is dying. I’m going to hurt you and everyone else because I’m a monster.” (Y/N) sobbed.

            “You are not a monster,” said Lucifer, barely containing his fury at Michael for making (Y/N) think that about themself.

            “I am a monster!” cried (Y/N). They squeezed their eyes shut. “Just leave me here. I don’t—I can’t hurt you. Please, Dad.” They sobbed. “Just let me die.”

            Lucifer’s heart broke into a million pieces, and he reached out and took (Y/N)’s hands. They flinched and tried to pull away, scared the darkness would take him, take him away from them, take what little good they had left inn their life, but Lucifer held on tight.

            “I am never letting you die,” said Lucifer. “I am never letting you go. You are my child. I’m your father.” He held their hands firmly, even as the cool touch of darkness sent shivers over him. “I’m always going to be here for you.”

            (Y/N) shook their head frantically. “I’m going to hurt you! I don’t want to hurt you! But I can’t—I can’t stop it! I’m—I’m the Antichrist. I’m an abomination.”

            “You are not,” said Lucifer. “I know who you are, and that is not it.”

            (Y/N) whimpered and shook their head. Lucifer’s eyes widened as they spiraled, and the darkness splintered up their neck, their powers breaking them as the Apocalypse continued to circle like the storm in their mind.

            “Look at me, (Y/N).” Lucifer reached out and held their cheeks. “I do not lie, you know that. Right?” (Y/N) hiccupped and nodded. “Then you know I’m telling the truth. I know who you are.”

            (Y/N) trembled and sobbed. Here it was. He was seeing them for the monster they were. It didn’t matter that he said they weren’t an abomination. He could see the world being eaten away by them, he could see their skin peeling back to reveal the pure evil within. Lucifer was going to leave them.

            “You are (Y/N) Morningstar.”

            The whole world stopped, and the shadows froze. The cracks splintering up the walls paused, and the void hung around them as if hesitating. (Y/N) raised their eyes and looked at Lucifer. He gazed at them with pure care and love.

            “You are (Y/N) Morningstar,” repeated Lucifer. “You are my child, the light in my life.” He smiled. “You have never been a monster or evil or anything dark. You are all that is good. You are my child. And I love you.” He pulled (Y/N) to him. “I love you so, so much, my Morningstar.”

            “Dad.”

            The word was soft, hiccupping as (Y/N) sobbed, but it was there. No echo of power in their voice, no rage. Just (Y/N). Lucifer smiled and held them tighter.

            “(Y/N),” he said softly.

            (Y/N)’s hands went to his jacket, and they clutched him tightly as he held them. “Dad. Dad. Dad, dad, dad.” They sobbed the world as if holding onto the truth of it—that Lucifer was their father, and he loved them, and he didn’t think of them as a monster.

            (Y/N) buried their head in his chest as they cried, and Lucifer held onto them fiercely, protectively.

            Around them, the cracks in reality began to heal. The void receded, leaving behind exposed insulation and broken walls, but no darkness. The shadows pulled back, leaving the world free of destruction, ending in (Y/N). The shadows over their wings drained away, letting the gold highlights of their red wings shine once more. When they opened their eyes to look at Lucifer’s smiling face, their eyes were no longer red. And, finally, the cracks in (Y/N)’s skin receded, leaving only subtle shadows down their arms and peeking out from their collar. The Apocalypse had left its mark on them, but they were alive. They were whole.

            “There you are, my Morningstar,” said Lucifer, kissing their forehead.

            “You came,” said (Y/N), still sniffling.

            Lucifer smiled and wiped their tears. “Of course I did. I’m your father.” And he held them tightly as if he could force the truth into them from a single hug.

            “(Y/N)!”

            A pile of four teenagers jumped into the hug. Marcel, Leon, Olive, and Noa joined the group hug, and (Y/N) let out another sob with a smile at the love from their friends.

            Amenadiel smiled in relief. Em stirred in his arms, and he gently sat them down and supported them as they stood. They were conscious, forcing themself to stay so. She took a shaky step towards the group hug.

            “Birdie.”

            (Y/N)’s head jerked up, and their eyes widened. “Em!”

            The blood was still staining Em’s side, and it was indubitable that she needed a hospital soon, but that didn’t stop them from stumbled into (Y/N)’s arms. Lucifer smiled and hugged both, and the Four Horsemen joined once more. Even Amenadiel patted (Y/N)’s shoulder (they were in the middle of a giant hug, so he couldn’t hug them himself).

            (Y/N) sniffled and tried to avoid crying again, but their friends were alright. Em was alright—or they were going to be. Lucifer still loved them. The world wasn’t being destroyed by them.

            “No!”

            The moment was broken as Michael stood and clutched his sword and glared at the group. Instantly, (Y/N) held Em protectively, and Lucifer pushed them both behind him.

            “What the fuck?” hissed Michael. “You were supposed to die, you were supposed to finally ruin all of Lucifer ridiculous fucking luck at getting everything he wants!”

            Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped towards Michael. “That’s what this was about? You threatened my child over your own petty jealousy?!”

            “You’ve gone too far, Michael,” said Amenadiel.

            Michael scoffed. “Oh, please, they’re the Antichrist. They were going to crack at some point and destroy the world. That’s the whole point of them.”

            Lucifer’s wings extended fully. “Do not speak about my child that way!” He was fully prepared for a fight.

            Michael sneered. “Make me.”

            “Dad—” said (Y/N) worriedly as Lucifer took a step forward.

            “I’m going to rip your feathers out of your wings and—”

            “That’s enough!”

            A booming voice echoed through the room, and everyone froze at the commanding tone. A bright light illuminated the rubble and debris, and the group squinted. They all turned to the source, and Amenadiel, Michael, and Lucifer’s eyes widened.

            “Dad,” said Lucifer softly, shakily.

            The light dimmed, and a tall, imposing man stood in a cream sweater before them. “Children.”

            Oh, God.

            Literally.

Taglist:

@sammyscreencaps-13

@grippleback-galaxy-galaxy

@scarlettqueen190

@ziro-the-null-god

@sammy-13

@zeros-rot

@ceridwyn3

@technikerin23

@poetoflawed

@slytherinroyalty16

@ilse235

@theurbannoodle

@lookitseddie

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[connorsnothereeither]

I saw your post about all the names in Brink having some meaning and I am listening intently. I must know.

OH YEAH!! I forgot I was gonna type those out lol I’ve been all over the place recently-

In no particular order,

The Brink Full Names:

Dr Raemond Everette Morningstar

Caspian Mercurius Solcrest

Jamie Beowulf Pine

Easton “Swiping” Sweeny Pine

Strawberri “Momboo” Monmouth Pine

Haley Marta Garfield

Marigold “Oceana” Kailani Pine

Cecelia “The Dragonfly” Seraphina Siphona Chaos

Venear Achilles Atlan

Dr Sherbert [Redacted] Quakeson

Athena Cahaya Helvetehus

David Centross Mistvale

William Conrad Lowmenthall

[Redacted] “Galahad” [Redacted]

[Redacted] “The Wolf” Artemas Nightingale

Dr Ulysses Joyce Themist

Arisanna Camille Lambert

Adeline “Addie” [Redacted]

Bonus “Names”:

“Aaahhgks”

VII

Dr Martin L. Taurus

Immanuel M. Worward, Esq.

[mephistopheleanism]

M E P H I S T O P H E L E A N — adjective: wicked; fiendish.

a rendition of various themes and stories with a range of characters. exploring & studying interpersonal conflicts, power and corruption, redemption, identity, free-will, loyalty, found family, power imbalances, vampirism, man vs. self, life & death, & more.

mature and dark content ahead, MINORS DNI (18+ only); please read my rules before interacting. this is a multi-muse blog featuring both canon & original characters. an official pinned, promo & muses page will be provided in time. Below is a list of characters available for interactions (asks only until further notice); iconless for now!

Niffty from HH

Lucifer Morningstar from HH (MOSTLY BY REQUEST)

Blitzø Buckzo from HB (TEMP/REQUEST ONLY)

Johanna Faust from Frau Faust

Julian Devorak from The Arcana

Alucard (Adrian Fahrenheit Țepeș) from Netflix's Castlevania

Athos & Astrid Dane from A Darker Shade of Magic (REQUEST ONLY)

Aerwyn Trelle (oc)

produced by yours truly, Jude; 30 they/them.

[iwannawritelots]

Lilith

Originally written May 2023

AO3

Human AU Masterlist

Characters Active: Beelzebub (5), Belphegor (5), Lucifer (16), Lilith (4), Mammon (13), Leviathan (11), Asmodeus (8), Adam

Trigger/content warnings: death (abuse-induced murder), child abuse, panic attack depiction

Headcanons/notes from the author: As of now, this is being put under the “one-offs” of my human AU. If I get enough motivation to write more of the stuff that happened before the Morningstars moved I might put them into their own sub series. Due to it jumping right in, there is no before the cut paragraph.

Brief Blurb: Lilith dies, and Lucifer does what he needs to do.

Taglist: @graveswrites

The yelling had finally stopped. Their father had left the room. Beel, shaking as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, called out for his mother. “M-Mommy?”

No response. He patted around the floor, finding Belphie’s arm almost instantly. He shook his twin, crying weakly. “W-Wake up…” When Belphegor didn’t wake, he crawled towards Lilith’s direction and patted around the floor to find her as well. Tears rolling down his cheeks, Beel desperately called out for his mother again before finding Lilith’s leg and shaking it. “Lilith… Wake up…”

The one who had heard Beel’s pleas for his mother rushed to his side. Lucifer enveloped him in his arms, violently trembling but attempting to somehow seem calm. After all, how could Beel feel comforted if he was crying too?

“D-Daddy… he…”

Lucifer hushed him and pet his hair. “I-I know, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here, little one.” He rubbed Beel’s back and rocked him. “I’m here now. That… Th-That..” Words died on his tongue as Belphegor began to squirm beside them. Lucifer wasted no time pulling the small child into the hug, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m here. I’m sorry. I took too long. I’m so sorry.”

“L-Lilith won’t wake up…”

With the little strength he had, Lucifer stood up and took his little siblings up with him. They weren’t very heavy in his arms, but he felt like he was going to topple over. Hurrying down the hall with them, Lucifer found his way back to the spot Mammon and his other siblings were hiding in. “W-We need to leave. Right now.”

Mammon kept Levi and Asmodeus’ ears covered as he asked, “Where are we goin’? What happened?”

Lucifer shook his head, blinking out tears. “C-Can’t say.”

“So…” Mammon glanced at his little siblings, then behind Lucifer. “Where are we goin’?”

“Simeon’s. M-Miss Peugeot will understand.”

Mammon carefully let his siblings out of his arms, then helped them stand up. “‘kay.” He took Belphegor from Lucifer, and Levi’s hand. Asmodeus clung to Leviathan’s side, holding their bunny plushie in their arm. “W-We’ll have fun there. Miss Peugeot is nice, remember?” He squeezed Levi’s hand, and the child nodded.

“We h-have to be quick.” Lucifer hurriedly ushered them all to the front door. He checked through the front windows and peephole, then slowly opened the door in hopes it wouldn’t make a sound. After the others exited, Lucifer heard the stairs creak. He froze, heartbeat increasing as the steps got closer to them. He set Beelzebub on his feet, then told him, “Hold [Azzy]’s hand.”

Wide-eyed, Mammon asked, “What are you doing?”

“I need y-you to take them there. I’ll make sure he c-can’t catch up.” Lucifer wanted his body to stop trembling, but it wouldn’t. Voice low, he insisted, “[Mammon], you need to go now.”

Sniffling and nodding, Mammon lead the children away from the house. Lucifer closed the door, and ran into his father’s chest immediately upon turning around. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“D-Daddy…” Lucifer backed into the door, shaking and wiping off his face. “I… I didn’t do anything.”

“Lying won’t get you anywhere.” Adam grabbed Lucifer’s chin and forced him to lock eyes. “Who were you talking to?” Despite his situation, Lucifer couldn’t help being relieved. He didn’t realize what was going on… so they would be safe. “I know Evelyn won’t be home for another hour.”

“Th-The neighbors were asking about the noise. I told them th-that we w-were playing.” Adam narrowed his eyes, then let go of Lucifer’s face. “That’s all. I-I swear.”

“On your life?”

A few tears rolled down Lucifer’s cheeks. He swallowed and nodded fast. “On m-my life.”

“Good.” Adam walked towards the kitchen, and Lucifer’s body tensed. There was a moment of silence. “[Lucifer], come here.”

Lucifer joined his father in the kitchen, legs feeling like jelly. “Y-Yes?”

“Where are the twins?” Adam demanded, grabbing Lucifer’s arm. “You swore on your life, so tell me.” Lucifer whimpered and flinched when he was pulled closer. “Where are they? Tell me.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? I have a hard time believing that when those little shits cling to you and Evelyn every chance they get.”

“I-I said I don’t know.”

Adam threw Lucifer to the floor, and his head hit the refrigerator. A weak yelp escaped him, and he held the spot that hurt. “I’ll deal with you after I get rid of this.” Adam kicked Lilith’s body, and Lucifer both wanted to kill the man as well as run for his life. “Can’t believe she didn’t get right back up. You always did.” Watching his little sister’s body lay limp, Lucifer could feel a sob in his throat. How could he not care less about his own daughter? His little toddler… who he just murdered not even ten minutes ago…

Lucifer could see Adam digging around the cupboards in the corner of his eye. Attempting to keep his labored breath minimal, he silently crawled to the counter and used it to help him to his feet. When Adam said nothing, he began to look for something to attack with. He grabbed the frying pan hanging from the above head counters. He’d accidentally hit his head on it a thousand times before, and it hurt, so surely if he used enough force it would do something…

As quiet as he could, Lucifer stayed on his toes and stepped towards his father. With no reaction from the man, Lucifer swung as hard as he could and banged the pan against Adam’s skull. He fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Lucifer realized he was lightheaded and leaned back against the countertop, beginning to hyperventilate. He looked around the kitchen again, eyes landing on the knife block. Somehow he felt like the knives were calling to him, wanting him to use them.

If he killed Adam, none of them would ever be hurt again…

He stared off, imagining it, wondering what the consequences would be, would he be able to live with it…?

Sniffling, barely breathing, and crying, Lucifer hurried upstairs to his room. He grabbed his phone from his parents’ bedroom dresser, hid in their closet, and dialed for the authorities. He felt like he was going to pass out, and couldn’t get himself to slow his breathing…

By the time the police arrived, Lucifer was curled up in a tight ball and sobbing. A police officer had found him quickly, and she escorted him out of the house. “You’re safe now.” Lucifer wasn’t registering anything she said, too focused on the panic overwhelming his mind and capturing his body. “We’re taking your father away. You’re safe now, so let’s try to simmer down, okay?”

[anti-bright-places]

MORE TAG GAMES WOOO. Thank you @aquaflora17 for the tag <3 (I always forget that it's you with this username haha and then it takes me a few seconds to remember why it's vaguely familiar, but also not lol) 1. Three ships Now I wouldn't be in my Gwen era if to this I didn't say

Larissa Weems/ Reader

Miranda Hilmarson/ Reader

Lucifer Morningstar (the Sandman)/ Reader

2. First ever ship

So technically my first ever ship was a straight Teacher Student ship from a German tv soap. But even tho I read and wrote fanfic for that one when I was like 13 I didn't really know that fandom and fanfics were a thing outside of the show.

And then the first ship I ever shipped outsided of it and that I read fics on an actual fanfiction website was snamione (before I swiftly changed to snarry, bc while teacher student was a must for teenage me (I was in love with like half of my teachers, my parents raised me so well lmao) I got bored of the straightness real quick lmao)

3. Last song

The last song that played on shuffle was The 11th Doctor's main theme (what a nerd) And the last song I added to my playlist was Slumber Party by Ashnikko (a gay nerd)

4. Last movie

Causeway. Literally just finished it and HOLY FUCK. It was u n c o m f o r t a b l e. Really needs a straight men tw that.

5. Currently reading

Apart from fanfics where I am subscribed to too many WIPs atm, I'm also reading Snow Globe by Georgia Beers.

6. Currently watching

Uhhmm... I don't have a show I am currently watching. I am trying to watch a lot of the oscar nominated movies tho before the ceremony next month. Just so that once I can actually give educated guesses. (at the moment I am thinking that Everything Everywhere All at One will either win best actress with Michelle Yeoh (although I think that'll go to Cate Blanchett) or Best Picture.) Then I guess I am watching Gwen's Version of Midsummer Night's Dream... That I started last month and don't have the energy to actually watch lol

7. Currently consuming

I just had tater tots and I have some water next to me.

8. Currently craving

Something chocolatey and a burger

I'm tagging everyone who wants to do this :)

[the-dying-star]

|| Hell's Heros Beast, Demons and More Glossary ||

an ROTTMNT AU

J - R

J.

Jahi - The first Sucubus, mate to Azmodian. Jahi is the mother of all full hellborn Sucubi, including her hybrid daughter Draconia.

K.

Kelpie -slightly smaller than a braag but faster, a demon horse that typically looks as if it crawled from the depths of a swamp. Malicious creatures that will attempt to kill you if you try to ride them, if you can manage to break one, they will be loyal for life but may get on your nerves since they might attempt to murk anything that comes near you.

L.

Luciana Morningstar - the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar. Princess of Hell, Storm Bringer, Enchantress of Dragons, The Daughter of the Moon. Wife of Death's Blade, true mate to Donatello Hamato.

Lucifer Morningstar - The Devil himself, the King of Hell, the first Fallen Angel, Lord of Darkness, Samuel, The Morningstar, the brightest of the angels. The biological father of Luciana Morningstar.

Luminaries - the most basic forms of angels, typically mortal souls.

Luna - the title given to the alpha female of a werewolf pack.

M.

Macaria Hamato-Morningstar - youngest of the children of The Eveningstar and Deaths Blade. An angel of honorable death and the Twisted Star.

Melinoe Hamato-Morningstar - the second of the children of The Evening Star and Death's Blade. An angel of nightmares and dreams. The Eclipsing Star.

Mephisto - the bonded draheim of Luciana Morningstar. A large male beast of pearlescent white scales and black spines and horns with hellfire orange eyes.

Mercury Hamato - the daughter of Draconia Hamato (Nicolescue) and Leonardo Hamato. A demoness of ice and water similar to her mother.

The Mother - Death Herself. The personification of Death.

N.

Nephial/Nephillium - the offspring of Fallen Angels and mortals. Technically speaking Luciana is a Nephial.

O.

.

P.

Principalities - Archangels that oversee the World of Light, a small sector of Heaven associated with keeping track of Pure Souls.

Psychopomps - the reapers of Hell. Associated with Death but do not work directly for Her. These grim looking ghouls seek out and collect the souls of the damned specifically, there is typically no Twilight Zone (Limbo), involved for the damned souls unless they are Fallen.

The Powers - Angels equal in power to Archangels, these oversee the mortal realm souls, the everyday souls that enter Heaven. The Powers are responsible for filtering the souls and placing them in appropriate sectors of Heaven.

Pure Soul - a mortal soul untouched by Darkness. Fallen Angels always began as Pure Souls.

Q.

.

R.

Reapers - the actual assistants of Death, sentient beings charged with escorting mortal souls to the Twilight Realm (Limbo)

The Rift - the gateway between Hell and the mortal realm.

[edenpoise]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

⁽ @l-ucitiel ⁾ ― ： meme. from here .

E . ― SHE WAS UNABLE TO KEEP THE DISGUST FROM HER EYES. The upturn of her nose and the narrowing of her eyes was enough to give her away- c o m p a n y. Did she look like she needed company from HIM of all creatures of Hell ?? It was almost laughable, truly she had almost laughed at the notion !! For how ridiculous this can become ! The very being that has sealed the label of ' FIRST SINNER ' - a title that she could never escape from. That HEAVEN themselves shifted the blame solely to her !! And he had the audacity to approach her like this ?? There was no time apart that would quite vanquish the burning hatred in her chest at the mere sight of the once s h i n i n g angel. Reflecting back- perhaps she could almost convince herself that the same smiling individual, happily presenting her with a fruit that glowed with temptation and possibilities, endless potential. Perhaps at some point she could've fooled herself into believe there had been nothing but g o o d intentions. But if that was the case, then why was she punished ?? Why was she chained to H E L L and her children punished ?? Perhaps she would've accepted all the sins of the world if it had meant her children would've been spared the sins of their mother.

Did she want c o m p a n y ? No, she wanted to be alone. Already having torn herself from the isolation that she had endured for the past thousand centuries. The way that she kept herself from seeing the horrors of her mistakes- she stepped away from this l i f e because of a single person. And how much irony there was in life- for the very reason ending in the lineage of the very person she loathed. Charlie Morningstar was a DIAMOND among rust- a bright smile in the sea of frowns and sneers. Even Eve herself found it impossible to hate such strong convictions- in a way, Eve had almost found herself longing to understand more about Charlie's vision. The possibility that those chosen, could be better ... that the idea of redemption was in reach for others. Some call it foolish, some call it stupid. She saw a slim chance of hope that should never d i e.

Her choice to arrive here- at this hotel would of course bring around faces she never cared to see again. She knew that eventually she would have to endure the company of people she would rather watch suffer. That she ...- to think she would wish pain on someone like she does. Oh how the centuries in this place have changed her once innocent mind. Eyes glanced over towards the individual- the once festering anger in her chest having died. Either it be from exhaustion of holding onto it or perhaps this time she simply wanted to let it go, in this moment she finds herself instead looking towards the individual.

He's smaller than I remember.

Funny, for someone with so many labels and condemnation ... she had forgotten how soft he looked. Briefly- she could still imagine the smile that had decorated his painted cheeks, the apple still shining in his finger tips as he offered it to her. That smile was different then the one she saw now. It had been brighter. A deep sigh escapes the woman as she would turn her eyes back down towards the foyer. Watching as others talk- as they speak with such camaraderie. " I cannot guarantee I would make the b e s t company myself. " She finally spoke, her words reflecting the slight exhaustion but notably lacking the hateful tone. " But, I suppose it is considered rude to turn your proposition now ... "

Suppose the company could be worse.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Any other oc charts???

MY BABY ANGEL BUN REESE I ALMOST FORGOT YOU I AM SO SORRY POOKIE I'M A TERRIBLE PAPA-/j

Val - "Please don't t...touch me....!"(Feared)

Vox - "T-Too bright and loud...!"(Tension)

Velvet - "T-Too loud...! Bad textures...!"(Tension)

Hex - "Can...C-Can I hang out in a soundproof room for a b-bit...?"(Neutral)

Husk - "G-Got any uhm...Tequila sunrises...?"(Tension)

Shirley - "C...Can you be quiet...? Like...speak quietly...? Sorry, I don't...do loud well...a-and you seem cool..."(Friendly)

Ebony - "Y-You look kinda like Chococat...!"(Friendly)

Ranni - "Y...You seem fluffy...!"(Friendly)

Alastor - "P...Please stop looking at me..."(Tension)

Rosie - "L...Loud...too many people..."(Tension)

Orion - "O...Orion...!"(Friendly)

Charlie - "P-Princess...!"(Friendly)

Angel Dust - "Too much....t...too much attention..."(Tension)

Vaggie - "Q..Quiet...nice and q...quiet..."(Friendly)

Lute - "Please stop yelling at me...!"(Tension)

Adam - "St-Stop teasing me...! S-Stop it...!! Stop being mean...!!"(Tension)

Jax - "D-Don't touch me!!!!!!"(Hated)

Lucifer - "M....Morningstar..."(Tension)

Peter - "P-Pete-Pete!"(Friendly)

Astrid - "Friendly...probably has a nice singing voice...nice and soft..."(Friendly)

Lilith - "Mhh...not a good mom..."(Tension)

Eve - "Stop making fun of my ears...!!!"(Tension)

Dante - "Nice voice..."(Friendly)

Bob - "Thank you for being so kind..."(Family)

Enjoy! :D

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Yeah he had a letter L on one and an M on the other, they go together obviously lol He tells people it stands for Loaded Magnum but it's actually Lucifer Morningstar lol

Yeah because the robot arm can get damaged and sometimes needs to be replaced, he engraves it every time. Since Lucifer always wears long sleeves he has it in his arm lol

@fanofstuff01 For Future Evesworld

Adam and Lucifer are legally married at one point, they were married in his office by a priest and one witness to make it legit and once the ink was dry on their marriage certificate he had Adam kill them both so no one knows.

And they wear their rings under their gloves and Lucifer gave Adam a dagger that has the handle engraved.

[pxppinmolly-archived]

charlie pretty. send tweet

[archivedflammes]

@floralcetra​

“I’ve noticed you’ve become quite skilled in the art of chair-based combat...”

“But I think chaining chairs to your staff might be overdoing things... maybe just ONE chair, like a flail?”