#angerin

[popamolly]

‘ INTERNAL REDEMPTION ’ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

summary. In the fiery depths, she captures the attention of Lucifer, who senses a unique purity in her soul. With his help, (Y/N) finds herself on the path to redemption and self-discovery with dangerous trouble along the way.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE

warnings. lucifer morningstar x stripper!fem!reader, she/her pronouns, valentino exists, eventual smut, mention of death, biblical references, sex work, sexual themes, trauma, abuse, murder

author’s note. inspired by @punching-pentagrams and their amazing ongoing story “Love In as Hopeless Place”, it encouraged me to write my own fic about Lucifer. go check out their story, it is so good and deserves more love!

In the dimly lit, pulsating world of Club Elysium, where the air was thick with anticipation and desire, a mysterious aura surrounded a captivating figure on the stage. Under the flickering neon lights, you moved with a mesmerizing grace that defied the earthly realm. Dressed in glistening attire that caught the reflections of the vibrant hues around her, you became an ethereal presence, drawing the attention of every gaze in the room.

Your movements were a dance of contradictions – an alluring blend of sensuality and innocence. You twirled and swayed to the rhythm of the music, casting a spell upon the enchanted audience.

Unbeknownst to the patrons of Club Elysium, you were more than just an exotic dancer seeking to enthrall with her physical prowess. Your celestial grace, forgotten in the afterlife coil she now inhabited, manifested in the subtle elegance of her performance. As you moved, you felt a distant echo of a certain purpose, an inexplicable connection to something beyond the neon-lit stage.

In the hazy ambiance, Valentino, the enigmatic owner of Club Elysium, watched from the shadows, his eyes reflecting one of red burning lust, but it was more than just lust for you— no, it was something more— it was a thirst for power that had him grinning from ear to ear. Valentino knew that in this corner of Hell he owned everything, even you.

As the music reached its crescendo, your dance reached its zenith. The room held its breath, suspended in a moment where hell and celestial intertwined. You were always the ballerina in the jelwery box, the beautiful antique that Valentino had in his grasp to show off and praise. Though he may own you outside the building you made sure to show him through your dancing, that you were the one that owned the stage. He hated when you went off script or changed the choreography but you made sure to do it on purpose and on nights you knew he was watching you.

That was your little dose of rebellion, a little taste of freedom you could only wish to have. You were content with your situation though, it could’ve been worse. At least with Valentino you were paid, clothed, and feed with an overall decent place to live. Being one of his toys had its perks— you couldn’t complain. Especially when there were those who had it so much worse than you.

“You jus’ love angerin’ him, don’t you doll?” Your coworker, Angel Dust, asked as you entered the dressing room that you and the other dancers shared. The smell of makeup and cheap perfume filled your senses, calming you with the sense of familiarity, “Cause last I checked, that wasn’t what we rehearsed.”

“Well,” You chuckled as you sat on the couch, its fabric ripped and white stuffing nearly popping out the sides, “I just thought that my choreo was better, and by the sound of that crowd and the money on stage, it was.”

“Heh,” Angel couldn’t help but envy your confidence when it came to Valentino, who owned you both in more ways than one and yet you always found a way to yank on the chains without consequence. A part of Angel loathed you for it.

You could sense the mood shift in Angel, not that you cared but you weren’t exactly heartless either. With a sigh, you get up from the couch, ignoring your aching feet as you join Angel’s side, looking into the vanity mirror so you could touch up your makeup, “Trust me, if my act wasn’t purity and innocence it would be a different story. Lucky for me, bruises and marks on my body wouldn’t sell too well.”

“Yeah, count it on luck shortcake.” With that Angel left, pushing another girl out the way angrily while snatching the drink out her hand. You could only sigh, not intending on upsetting him more but as always, your intentions don’t matter when your words spoke otherwise. It had been so long since you had a decent human connection, you were just a bit rusty.

“My sweets,” The sudden sound of Valentino’s voice had the room go silent, the air becoming so thick you were sure you’d might suffocate in it, “Can I have the room please?”

With hushed scared whispers and nervous glances, you and the other girls make your way to the door. You had hoped you could sneak past him under the cover of the other women who all but rushed passed Valentino but his slender hand caught your forearm quick, gripping it with such force that you were slightly shocked by the pain he caused— it wasn’t like him to be rough with you, “Not you, darling. We have to have a chat, don’t we mio caro?”

You turn to look at him with a frown, “About what? My performance?”

“Oh I would love to talk about that little stunt you pulled but I need you for something a bit more important,” Valentino yanks you further into the room, locking the door behind him with his other hand before slinging you against the vanity, bottles of perfume falling over and onto the ground as the desk shakes violently. Your employer towers over you with ease making you shudder beneath his fiery gaze, “I need something done and I need it done right, I trust that you can accomplish this task, yes?”

What shit was he getting you into now? You were done with porn, you had paid a hefty price to alter your contract with him and you weren’t going to slip back into the void now, not when you were so far ahead, “I won’t be one of your pornstars, Val. We had a deal.”

Valentino laughs, his pointy fingernail dragging along your cheek while he licks his lips, “This isn’t about that principessa, this is a more delicate matter. Think you’re up for it?”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?” You yank your head away from his hands, lowering your gaze into a slight glare.

“This is why I always liked you, dove. You learn quick.”

“If you were going to tell me to send in a whore Val, I wouldv’e just asked you to send Angel Dust!” Vox glitched with anger, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as he turned around in his chair, his claw like hands gripping onto the table with such force that it left a mark, “What makes this slut is any different from him?!”

It was hard to bite back your tongue but you did, unwillingly submitting to your role as you stood before the V’s with your eyes to the ground, not daring to even look as confident at you usually were. Not because you were scared of them, no, you were scared of embarrassing Valentino. Your boss might have forgiven you for your countless stunts but when it came to matters of business with the V’s, you knew your place.

“Angel dust thinks he is on this path to redemption, let him stay in his delusion but until I can break him fully he will never be loyal to me. Not as loyal as (Y/N) here…” Valentino wraps his hand around your neck, forcing your head up to look at Vox— who for a split second was taken back by your beauty, “I have broken (Y/N) time and time again, she would do anything for me, isn’t that right (Y/N)?”

You closed your eyes, “Yes, Valentino.”

“Good.” Valentino pushes you toward Vox, making you stumble into him, forcing him to catch you in his arms, “Quite the vixen, she would surely catch the eyes of any overlord.”

“Even the King of Hell himself?” Vox tips your chin up with his index finger, looking into your eyes with a devilishly grin that makes you shiver.

“Asmodeus throws the biggest parties in the Pride Ring that is filled with all kinds of debauchery, especially for his birthday.” Valentino explains, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his right leg over the other, exhaling out a long drag of pink smoke, “Every one of importance will be there since it isn’t just a party but a show of status.”

“And..what? Your pretty toy is just supposed to waltz in there and get the attention of any overlord that wants to fuck her?” Velvette finally tears her gaze away from her phone, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Well it is an important party of one of Lucifer’s friends—”

“Which means he is bound to be there.” Vox grins, “Get close to the king and we get closer to controlling Hell.”

“And what makes you so sure he’ll entertain such..” Velvette looks at you with a roll of her eyes, “From what I hear Lucifer is loyal to Lilith, no one has seen him with another woman on his arm and it’s been 7 years, hashtag faithful.”

“Ah, well, 7 years is a long time to go without intimacy…I say the man is touch starved and would like some attention.” Valentino says, “Anyone can still get lonely, no matter how faithful.”

“I like the way you think Val,” Vox grips your chin as you grit your teeth. “And I think your little whore here will do just nicely.”

Before you know it was the day of Asmodeus’ birthday party. The V’s gave you the run down of the plan and how you were supposed to get close to the King of Hell himself— who you haven’t even seen in person for as long as you been hell. Which was a few years by now. You were a simple lowlife, you kept to yourself and tried to survive, only to end up within his grasp. Was he as cruel as people say? ‘What sort of question is that? Of course he was! He was the King of fucking Hell, which last time you checked, wasn’t given to just anyone.’

Of all the people, of everyone in Hell, it just has to be you. Because of your cursed deal with Val, you were stuck in a continuous limbo that you couldn’t escape from. Damn you and your loyalty, damn it all if it will end up with you dead ( again ) on the steps of Lucifer’s palace. This wasn’t fair— but then again, when has your situation ever been fair?

“Oh, you look just like a doll.” Valentino ruffled with the fake angel wings that adorned your back, fixing and prodding with whatever to make you more presentable, “Like an angel. Hell, upon just a glance mio caro you might have been able to get away with actually being one.”

And as you glance at your reflection in the mirror you felt a sudden sharp pain in the center of your forehead. Only fragments of memories came flooding your mind like a crashing wave. It was all so blurry but the word Angel held some sort of weight on you but you couldn’t place exactly what.

You held onto your head, trying to steady your breathing and relaxing your nerves as Valentino continues to add the finishing touches to your look.

“Get it together, dove.” Valentino meets your gaze in the reflection, “I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“No..” The pain in your head quickly fades away as soon as it came, “I can do this.”

“Good, because it is just about your turn to be presented for the auction.”

The auction. Asmodeus does it for sport at every single one of his parties but now that this is his birthday party, this auction is the biggest one yet. It is where he finds Hell’s most beautiful prized possessions, not limiting to actual sinners. The hope was to capture Lucifer’s attention as he would be in the crowd through this angel facade, and pray that he would bet on you. And if that didn’t work, then you would have to move on to plan B. And you didn’t like plan b.

Valentino wished you luck as you stood behind the curtain to the center stage, disappearing into the shadows to leave you on your own and this mission that was screwed from the get go.

“And last but not least, I present to you—! what is the object’s name again?” The announcer whispers, putting his microphone away from his face to get a confirmation from another employee, “Ah! The pure and innocent, (Y/N)!”

The curtain suddenly opens, the spotlight from above blinding you in away that made you shield your eyes from the brightness. You squint, looking upon a sea of red lustful eyes looking over your figure with curiosity. You take a deep breath, as you played the part of a shy girl, slowly bringing your hands to cover yourself even though the white thin laced gown left little to the imagination.

“Hubba hubba! Would you look at that boys?” Asmodeus’ eyes nearly turn into hearts at the sight of you, “And I thought nothing could even look so angelic in Hell!”

“What a beaut’” Mammon agrees.

“Indeed.” Lucifer sat beside his friends, trying to cover his boredom with peaked interest as he looks in your direction. This whole thing was pretty fucked up to him but that was just the way of life down here, there’s no changing that— no changing people when it is just in their nature. Now usually he wouldn’t indulge such things but he was the King of Hell, and he had to play the part to maintain order even though he longed for nothing but to be constructing rubber ducks right now.

“500!” A man in the crowd closer to the stage shouts.

The announcer points in the man’s direction with enthusiasm, “I hear 500! What about 550? Do I hear 550?”

“600!” Another shouts.

“600 to the gentleman in red! But do I hear a 650? 650?”

Asmodeus sits back in his seat, taking another swig of his whiskey. Mammon looks at his friend in disbelief as the unknown sinners below them begin to shout various of numbers for you, “Is she not to the Lustful Overlords taste?”

“Ah, I have so many who do the innocent act. It gets boring after awhile. But if you’re interested…you should buy her.” Asmodeus smirks, shaking the single ice cube in his glass as he signals to the waitress for another.

“She ain’t my type, but—” Mammon gets a sudden idea, “Lucifer should have her. I’m sure he gets off to the Angel shit don’t you your highness?”

Lucifer tips his hat up with his cane, “I am married.”

“To a woman who you haven’t seen in seven years!” Asmodeus rolls his eyes with a loud groan before raising his hand to join the bid, “Lighten up! Good sir, I say 2500!”

“What a doozy! 2500! 2500! Do I hear 3000!?” The announcer nearly jumps from his stool at the amount offered, “Going once! Going twice—!”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer warned. Not wanting any part in this sinful behavior.

The sound of a gavel rang through the air, finalizing the amount, “And sold to the gentleman in VIP! Your prize will wait outback until you are ready to retrieve it! Enjoy!”

Just like that the plan was working. In just less than five minutes you were sold off like some prize. Your life being in yet another’s hands that wasn’t your own, it was a bit ironic since this life is almost just the same as the one you led on Earth. It was getting harder and harder to distinguish which one was truly Hell.

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[ask-husker]

So, seems like Angel blew up the hotel’s basement after Alastor locked him in there and is now ransacking his brother’s warehouse again to get more booze for you. Any thoughts on all that?

I... I don't need more booze. Alastor magicked that shit back. He can't go one fucking week without angerin' someone powerful.

[redfagdiver]

angerine

[revenant-coining]

Can we ask for first person pronouns themes around anger and first person pronouns themed around punk culture?

didn’t know what to do for punk culture, but here’s some for anger:

Anger 1stpp: (i/me/my/mine/myself)

an/ange/anger/angine or angerine/angerself

acri/acrim/acrimony/acrimonyne/acrimonyself

ani/animo/animosity/animosiyne/animosityself

en/enmi/enmity/enmityne/enmityself

fi/fu/fury/furyn/furyself

hi/ha/hate/hatine/hateself

i/ir/ire/irine/ireself

ri/ra/rage/ragine/rageself

te/tem/temper/temperine/temperself

en/enra/enrage/enragine/enrageself

@pronoun-arc , @reveningcontent

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

Neora glances up at Yancy, glancing between him and Ferox

“She was saying, similar stuff before. She seems to have something similar to Host” Neora whispers quickly to Yancy “Evan was unnerved”

Yancy nods. "Kinda Wilford-ish toos."

"Nah, he's not a very big influence on my characterization! But come on, lemme hang arrrround! My sisters are being soooooo boring and Des keeps almost getting us smited or whatever by the Fae!"

"Whoa, youse can't hang outs with us, especially not if youse angerin' the Fae."

"I'm not, Des is! AH, there she is, behind you! Hide me, I don't wanna go 'networking' anymore!" Ferox ducks back behind the wall as two more women walk over- both with Ferox's same face.

One is what can only be described as gaudy. Her hair seems to shift depending on how the light hits it- is it black at the roots, ombreing to red, orange, and then yellow at the tips? Or is it the other way around? It cascades down past her shoulders in waves, draping over the black leather jacket like the hint of a cape. A red shirt that screams business-casual "classy", dress pants, and bright red matte leather thigh-high stiletto boots provide the strangest mix of edgy and wannabe-CEO Yancy has ever seen. She carries herself like an evil queen, though that might be mostly a side effect of her absurdly treacherous heels- it's a truly terrible choice of footwear for a carnival.

The other one doesn't even look at Neora and Yancy, chewing gum and scrolling on her phone. It's actually hard to figure out what she looks like. Something about her is just... vague. Like she's not... done, put into existence before she's ready to be real. Her form shifts between every idea of a "movie mean girl" that's ever been put into public mind, giving off a pure aura of Aloof Cruelty.

"Have you see our... sister?" the Girlboss one says- seethes.

[thorneyes]

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

Rohesia snorts. "... Well, one of those's goin' to have an opinion about you messin' around with it, aye?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "... Or two, dependin'. Hear that th' whole damn forest is a bit touchy, out th' Shroud's way. Got t' keep from angerin' their Elementals. But even there, y' don't really treat folks th' same as you would the woods. Y' have t' read people differently, f'r starters.

One of th' things you learn real quick, doin' the kind o' things I do... some folks get real particular about who touches 'em. Sometimes it's 'cause of how they were raised, sometimes it's 'cause they've got a thing about it. Which makes my job annoyin', considerin' I have t' touch 'em t' get at injuries, half th' time." She grimaces, flicking her fingers. "Not t' say that I've got t' be gentle with 'em, exactly, 'cause sometimes it's not a matter o' that. But it's more... keepin' track of how fidgety they get 'round bein' touched.

Don't really have t' do that with things, right? So long's you don't much care 'bout breakin' 'em, you c'n treat 'em however y' like."

"... th' world's different too, I guess. It's - t' get aether out've it, 'least th' way I've done it... You've got t' be /in/ it, like... Twelve, I don't know how to describe it. But you've got t' be a part of th' aether, too."

(Thanks for the ask! This one's from the 42 character development questions.)

[randomclam24]

It's time to SHUT the FUCK UP at the YMCA

It's time to SHUT the FUCK UP at the YMCA

6/10 after all of the above updatesI got my YOLO snapback pictured which to be fair didn't have any of the frills and I'm going to speak with angerIn Wake Up Call's THE WORLD IS A LIE, ALL OF IT, the one who runs the news is his anger

Right almost forgot

t. slam ham

[washwashgalaxy]

Fallen In Anger By Charles Lipanda Mahigwe

Fallen In AngerIn silence Darkness fills eyes No distance is felt Till robbers take virginity away Being left in amidst of hell No time to waste in a cell Being chained in a cluster of hail No time to wait to sail Sounds of songs being heard all the night Weakening flexible hearts of knights Faith fails fluctuating fluff Perpetually pouring pernicious puff Fused faces flush and blush scarlet In a…

[ralph-with-coffee]

Smile

if you feel the boiling angerin every fiber of your musclesmile. and forget about them all.let’s instead stay curiousa solution to this complicated problemmay lie just in front of our eyesif we can just have a laughand look at it again. 6.17.2023

[ssvperboy]

Brows furrowed in confusion. Nolan could try to understand what it was Veronica was saying, but he couldn't truly see how someone could help a ghost. "You're tellin' me that talkin' to these things makes 'em not angry?" He kind of believed it, figured it was something she couldn't lie about but that didn't mean he was suddenly excited to be around anymore spirits. "I dunno man, wouldn't it just be easier to like, not risk angerin' 'em more 'cause you wanna help? Like, I just don't get how some of 'em are gonna be like 'yeah, thanks for the chat guys, yer right, I shouldn't be so upset that I died'?"

"Not all ghosts or spirits are bad, some just tend to be really angry that they're trapped and can't move on. That's what October's good at, helping them," Ronnie explained though the look on his face told her that she wasn't going to get through to him and that was fair. "Look, if you want to stay as far away as you can from this, that's fine, but nothing you say is going to change my mind."

[fuckyeahcrossoverships]

Crossover Ship: Ange Ushiromiya x Rin Tohsaka

submitted by @shsl-kuraevato

[angerman]

People call us when their response wasn’t a response at all, but a reaction to something, typically, that they did not prepare for. After even one session people return saying that things are better, not perfect, but moving toward responding with heart, head, and body more in alignment. #alignment #anger #angerin #thoughtful (at Vancouver, British Colombia Canada) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8MwIhxBF9j/?igshid=uvy7kym7ge08

[bradheitmeyer]

THE ANGERINE Is the world ready for the primal rage of The Animal? #art #artist #artistsoninstagram #cartoon #comics #theanimal #bobanger #angerine #wrestling #primal #anger #fun #play #fanfare #illustration #inks #character #inktober #drawtober #monstober #october #halloween (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjN1RXkATCM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[butchdykekondraki]

from what im aware its just a 'trend' or sumn? maybe notifs r angerin op? im not sure

not on my watch

[crying-roses-moved]

'Crying' Bisexual Flags

idk why so many bi people want new flags, I think you have the prettiest one, I tried to make an alternate though, NOT supposed to replace the original.

The 'Crying' Bisexual Flag.

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The 'Cying' Bisexual Flag but with a preference for men.

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The 'Crying' Bisexual Flag but with a preference for women.

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The 'Crying' Bisexual Flag but with a preference for enbies.

[nursquid]

ꕀ ♡ ꕀ USER SUGGESTiONS: NAME "RIN" !! 🎧~

bunnyrinz → bunny, rin

rinheart → rin, heart

starrin → starry, rin

meowrin → meow, rin

luvrin / rinluv → luv (love), rin

rinamour → rin, amour (love)

rinsoul → rin, soul

rinberry → rin, berry

strawberrin / strawbrin → strawberry, rin

mon2rin → monster, rin

rin6ite / rinsite / rinsitw → rin, site

angerin → angel, rin

beaurin → beauty, rin

rin-net / rinet / rinnet → rin, .net

medi6rin → medic, rin

rinsquid / squidrin → squid, rin

rinomy / rinomic → rin, -nomy (a combining form meaning “distribution,” “arrangement,” “management”: astronomy; economy; taxonomy)

makirin / rinmaki → maki (sushi), rin

nocturin → nocturnal, rin

moorinp / rinmoo → moo, rin

milkrin → milk, rin

flanrin / rinflan → flan, rin

rinbowzzz → rin, rainbow, zzz

rinxyz → rin, xyz

luv4rin → love for rin