#excur

[faggotcitosis]

i think communists' fear of criticizing religion and religion institutions come from a fear of being called racist and xenophobic. which is really funny coming from how most of the communists on this websites are hardcore tankies: you'd figure they'd follow the basic core tenant of communism (ala marx) of incompatibility with religious faith.

they have really convinced themselves somehow that religion is not an issue and it will not get in the way of the glorious revolution (lol) out of fear of repercussion (?) in online leftist spaces (?). i dont know. the whole thing is weird.

[tiredguyswag]

do the tumblrinas know i have a characterhub profile

[curatorsday]

Saturday, December 31, 2022

2022 was a very uneven year for me. There seemed to be a lot more lows than there were highs, but I got through it because I’m a perpetual optimist. I’m also a realist. When I left my job at the museum over a year ago, I assumed that after a recuperative break I would return to the field. As things stand now, however, I don't see myself working as a curator again anytime soon. If I do get back into museums, I'll be back here posting about fun behind-the-scenes stuff like I used to. In the meantime, I'm shifting the focus of this blog.

New Year, New Focus

There are multiple holidays every single day of the year so in 2023 I'm going to Celebrate Every Day! I want to always have something fun and silly and joyful to look forward to no matter how the world is churning around me. Feel free to join me in this grand yet simple experiment and share what you're celebrating. Here’s wishing everyone a happy, healthy, and whatever-you-want-it-to-be 2023!

Image by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi from Pixabay

[starmarceline]

[tangotravel]

Discover the best Sharm El Sheikh Excursions - Unforgettable adventures Await

Sharm El Sheikh is a popular tourist destination located on the southern tip of the Sinai Peninsula in Egypt. Known for its sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and vibrant marine life, Sharm El Sheikh is a haven for water sports enthusiasts and nature lovers. However, there is much more to do in Sharm El Sheikh than just lounging on the beach. The city offers a wide range of excursions that cater to different interests, from cultural tours to adrenaline-pumping adventures. In this article, we will discover the best Sharm El Sheikh excursions that offer unforgettable adventures.

1: Explore the Desert

Sharm El Sheikh is surrounded by the vast and arid Sinai Desert, which offers some of the most breathtaking landscapes in Egypt. Exploring the desert is a must-do activity for anyone visiting Sharm El Sheikh. There are several ways to explore the desert, including:

Quad Biking: Quad biking is a thrilling way to explore the desert. Visitors can rent quad bikes and ride through the sand dunes, enjoying the stunning views and the adrenaline rush.

Camel Riding: For a more traditional experience, visitors can take a camel ride through the desert. This is a unique way to experience the desert and learn about the Bedouin culture.

Jeep Safari: A jeep safari is a fun and exciting way to explore the desert. Visitors can ride in a 4x4 jeep and explore the rugged terrain of the Sinai Desert, stopping at stunning viewpoints along the way.

2: Discover the Underwater World

Sharm El Sheikh is famous for its pristine waters and vibrant marine life. The Red Sea is home to some of the most beautiful coral reefs in the world, making it a paradise for snorkelers and divers. There are several ways to discover the underwater world in Sharm El Sheikh, including:

Snorkeling: Snorkeling is a great way to explore the coral reefs and see the colorful marine life up close. Visitors can take a boat to different snorkeling spots and spend the day swimming with the fish.

Scuba Diving: Scuba diving is a more adventurous way to explore the underwater world. Sharm El Sheikh is home to several dive sites, including the famous Ras Mohammed National Park.

Submarine Tour: For those who prefer to stay dry, a submarine tour is a unique way to explore the underwater world. The tour takes visitors on a journey through the Red Sea, allowing them to see the marine life without getting wet.

3: Experience the Culture

Egypt has a rich history and culture, and Sharm El Sheikh offers several excursions that allow visitors to experience it firsthand. These excursions include:

Cairo Day Trip: A day trip to Cairo is a must-do activity for anyone visiting Egypt. Visitors can explore the ancient pyramids of Giza, the Sphinx, and the Egyptian Museum, learning about the fascinating history of Egypt.

Bedouin Dinner: A Bedouin dinner is a unique cultural experience that allows visitors to learn about the Bedouin culture and traditions. The dinner takes place in a traditional Bedouin tent, where guests can enjoy delicious local food and watch a traditional dance performance.

St. Catherine's Monastery: St. Catherine's Monastery is a UNESCO World Heritage Site located at the foot of Mount Sinai. It is one of the oldest Christian monasteries in the world and is home to many ancient artifacts and manuscripts.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Sharm El Sheikh offers a wide range of excursions that cater to different interests. From exploring the desert to discovering the underwater world and experiencing the culture, there is something for everyone. Whether you prefer a thrilling adventure or a cultural experience, Sharm El Sheikh has it all. So, if you are planning a trip to Sharm El Sheikh, make sure to include these excursions in your itinerary. They are sure to provide you with unforgettable adventures and memories that will last a lifetime.

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[ahimhere]

Humiliation

genre: smut

pairing: wooyoungxFem!reader

au/summary: You run into vampires late one night

warning: Smut

rating: 18+

wc: 696

"You can cum baby, it's okay."

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warning: sex toy(vibrator), overstimulation, squirting

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Wooyoung had been teasing you for days about your dancing. Even though you had fixed all the mistakes he had pointed out and cleaned up everything, he still claims that you're wrong.

"Woo what is wrong? I've done everything! I can't fix anything else."

He only responds by shaking his head and walking to the back where he laid his belongings.

"What are you doing?" You followed him towards the back and looked over to see him pull a vibrator out his bag. "Why do you have that?!" You shouted.

He turned around with a devilish smirk on his face and held his hand out. "This is going to make you a better dancer."

Before you could protest, the voices of the other members approaching the room cut you off. Wooyoung shoved the small bullet into your hand and pushed you towards the door.

You sighed and headed towards the bathroom, hiding your hand from wandering eyes. You sat in the bathroom for a few minutes, wondering should you really trust him before reluctantly doing so.

You slipped the cold bullet into you, leaving the string free. You slowly left the bathroom, ensuring that you're walking perfectly before heading back to the practice room. When you arrived you saw the boy dancing, practicing for their own performance.

Wooyoung noticed your return and rushed over to you excitedly. "Did you do it?" You nodded slowly, trying to cover your face from embarrassment.

Wooyoung smiled and quickly returned to practice. You watched the boys dance, completely forgetting about the toy inside you until you felt a jolt shoot inside you.

The slow and quiet vibrations cause you to bite your lip as you look over to see Wooyoung smiling, enjoying the state that you're in. He brought a finger to his lip before you felt the intensity shoot up.

You gasp loudly and cover your face. You can feel the eyes of the other members looking at you. You hold your hand out, showing that you're okay and not to pay you any mind.

Over the next several minutes the vibrations shot up and down, never once staying at a consistent rate too long. Before you noticed you had worked up a sweat and the boy was taking a break.

"Oh? Y/n has been working on their dance. I think they're ready to show us." Wooyoung said smiling, this was his plan all along.

Before you could protest, the cheers and excuring words from the other boys poured out. You sighed and tried to stand up, staring daggers into Wooyoung as you got ready to perform.

The music started and you began, the vibrator not bothering you at this low setting. You felt good with your performance before you felt the intensity jump a few levels.

You stumbled but quickly regained your composure. You started at Wooyoung who only smiled at you and mouthed, "You got this."

You continued to dance, trying not to let him get to you, but he had other plans. As the song came to a close he shot it up to its max setting once more, causing you the fall to your knees. You curled onto the floor, trying to hide your moans as your climax was approaching.

Wooyoung rushed over to you and rubbed your back softly. "You can cum baby, it's okay." He whispered softly.

The vibrations didn't stop and before you knew it you were coming. You grabbed Wooyoung's arms with all your strength and bit down on your lip.

"Y/n not feeling too well. I'm going to take them home."

Wooyoung lifted you up, ensuring that you were facing away from the members and walked you towards the door, never turning off the vibrator.

The walking only stimulated you more, pushing you over the edge once again, causing you to squirt. Your juices flowed down your leg and onto the floor.

You quickly covered your face in Wooyoung's chest. He reached in his pocket to turn off the vibrator and removed his jacket to wrap around your waist.

"You did so well baby." He whispered softly into your ear.

"Shut up, that's humiliating." You quietly shouted back.

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[leos-spot]

Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

Lover / 1989 / Eras Tour

Version without the flannel here because I like both lol.

I really enjoyed doing this one!, it was very fun and it really made me work on trying to figure out the backgroud. It's not perfect, but i still like it! And gave an excure to listen to Evermore over and over again. Which one should be the next?

[nonvaleantredeo]

Marius de Romanus Appreciation Week, day 7

Prompt: My independence, which is my strength, implies loneliness, which is my weakness (P. P. Pasolini) The poet Gallus dreaming (L. A. Tadema)

In the final day I present the most difficult (for me) piece, the Grave of Loneliness, that was named after the Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

This sonet needs a little excurs in Russian philosophy that I placed under it, please read it after sonet, it'll add another sence to the text

~The Grave of Loneliness~

I will be lonely for eternity, perhaps, more or a less

And heart of mine will turn into a mystery for everyone

But pain of hesitation gnaws the soul so deep and permanently

Melancholy and heartburn are my deadly sins garland

Won’t witness joyful amusements of my resemblings

And suffering of martyrdom in fullness eke

Bewitched by unknown goddamn armor piece

Will cover with a cerement vampire hearse

Through hundreds years voice desolated will awake

The shadow, ancient ghost is modern bogochelovek (emphasis is marked, read the caption)

Sepulcher song, litania of him – the voice of God

Not long enough last getaway from ell to heaven

The tremble of a grave catch him so far away

Conclude in ice of underground poet’s soul

Based on the Θεάνθρωπος or the Theanthropos term, bogochelovek is the essential part of Russian religious philosophy, that were invented (in sociocultural environment) by the V. S. Soloviev in 1878 in the work called «Lectures on a God-like-humankind». Basically, it’s a studies on a modern to him culture that leads (and now we know he’s right) people to self-destruction, and only work on culture can turn humankind to the direction of God-like-humankind, where everyone will be teacher to themselves, will work for the peace, wisdom and beauty in the word like the first Theanthropos – Jesus.

[seizethedre]

(In the Land of Gods and Monsters)

Chapter Six: Living in the Garden of Evil

The King of Hell is a real piece of work, but he's getting there. The Radio Demon is a piece of work too, but he seems much more content to stay where he is, which is fine too. Somehow, they manage.

Ten thousand years of being the supreme ruler of Hell tended to teach you a thing or two about yourself. For one, Lucifer was powerful-–like really powerful. And while the other Sins came close to that power, none of them could ever quite measure up to the fallen angel. 

Lucifer had always known his strength, of course. Even in Heaven, he knew his status and his gifts were worthy of envy, you know, if angels were capable of such feelings. Sinners certainly wanted his power, just ask any overlord out there. The occasional coup was nothing new, either, and the king had come to expect one every few centuries or so, with just enough time between them for the shockwaves of the last one to settle and the balance of powers to redistribute themselves again.

It was never anything to worry about and most ended with big, scary tough guys reduced to blubbering pools of tears as they pleaded for their afterlives. And no, he wasn’t exaggerating when he said that a sinner’s existence could be obliterated with a single bored blink of his eye.

Not that Lucifer particularly enjoyed killing sinners all willy-nilly, but he had to maintain law and order somehow, and being in Hell the options for doing so were already severely limited. So squashing bad guys it was. Did he feel bad about it? Not really. He’d never felt that same loyalty to his people that his ex-wife and daughter did, and quite frankly he’d stopped trying to force it out of himself a few thousand years ago, but he was trying. Recent events and relationships persuaded him to reconsider his stance on sinners and maybe, just maybe, he was starting to get it.

Still, you couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to flaunt his power every now and then. There was, after all, no comparison to it in the entirety of the Seven Rings. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself and no one ever said that the First Temptation was ever immune to temptations himself.

Embodiment of pride aside, Lucifer should also be recognized as the embodiment of patience. You would think that after waiting for the creation of literally everything that people would give him more credit when it came to letting the stars align and fall into place at their own pace. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case and more often than not the assumption was that the King of Hell was an impatient little snake who wanted things done his way or no way at all.

Father, you push your agenda one time and suddenly you’re labeled as a devil for the rest of forever.

And so what if today happened to be one of the few times where Lucifer wished the stars would just go off and fuck themselves, alignment be damned. There wasn’t much that got him real fired up these days and his mind had been brewing all night long, practically vibrating in his bed where he tossed and turned restlessly, anxiously waiting for darkness to creep into something light enough that would allow him to bounce off the walls without making the other residents think he was an unreasonable loon. 

After running their little taste-testing errand the other day, Alastor and Lucifer had returned to the hotel in one piece-–much to the surprise of everyone else. The former didn’t linger long enough, slipping into a pool of vaporous shadow before he could be subjected to  Angel’s remarks about how their orderly states were clearly an indication of a budding, yet taboo love affair, because why else wouldn’t there be a single scratch on either of them? Thankfully, the king didn’t have to come back at him with anything before Husk smacked the spider upside the head with an irritated ‘Quit your yapping.’ And you know what, grouchiness aside, the guy was really starting to grow on Lucifer. 

Ha-ha! Take that, yapper.

The little excursion of his had served as a perfect reminder of what Lucifer had been missing. Clearly it had been a while since he’d really gotten himself out there, really gotten to know the people he ruled. Regardless of how they wound up here, they surely couldn’t be all bad. I mean, Wilson, at least he was pretty sure lizard-man’s name was Winston, was a fucking baker for crying out loud! There’s no way a guy who cares that much about the precision of the length of his decorative chocolate shavings can be a complete asshole, right? And if Lucifer was wrong about him, who knew what else he could be wrong about. 

Okay, so maybe he owed a little bit of this change in heart to Charlie and her friends, but he couldn’t argue the fact that they were a good influence on him. The simple fact that they stuck by the hotel to defend it spoke volumes of their character and commitment to its cause. Sure they had a few screws loose, but who didn’t own here? The fact of the matter is, they were living proof that even if redemption for a sinner in Hell wasn’t possible, at least change for the  better was still on the table. See, even the embodiment of Pride himself could admit when he was wrong, and maybe this was one of those times. And maybe that was all thanks to his daughter

Charlie had always been a bit of a bleeding heart. For years, this had worried her father tremendously. Hell was no place for such a tender spirit, and he was afraid that this place and these people would eat her alive just to spit her out and stomp all over her. The older she got the more he had tried to protect her from that, even when he wasn’t around. 

When she had first called him all those months ago asking for a shot to convince Heaven to let sinners prove themselves, Lucifer shot her down immediately. Not because he didn’t trust her vision, but because he didn’t trust Heaven. For all their talk about love and forgiveness, they were notorious for maintaining the status quo, regardless of how many souls they harmed in the process. Expecting to be disappointed in Hell was a given, but to have your hopes and dreams dashed by those meant to uplift and promote them was another and the thought of her enduring that all alone just as he had all those millennia ago broke his heart.

But she’d done it. She faced the firing squad all on her own and despite their treatment she continued to fight for her righteous cause, for her people and her friends. Lucifer couldn’t take credit for that courage. Maybe at one point, perhaps almost too long ago could he say that his heart burned with that same fire, but times, circumstances, had changed and he had no choice but to change alongside them. He was proud of his little girl, and now that he was here and determined to stick by her until the very end, whatever it would turn out to be, he wanted to help as much as he could.

And who knew, maybe in doing this, in helping Charlie, he would be able to reunite himself with that version of him that got a little lost along the way.

He also couldn’t deny the fact that Alastor’s little back-handed intervention sparked some new encouragement in him, too, as much as he hated to admit it. The demon was infuriating, but he’d had a point when he said that Lucifer was worrying pointlessly over things that didn’t require it. Instead, he decided that he would channel some of that energy into something productive, and hey, wouldn’t you know it Charlie maybe your little group therapy sessions really do hold up.

 Plus, it was about time he stopped holing himself in his rooms all the damn time, it didn’t really do anyone any good and besides, he was starting to look a little pale-–ha! He figured it wouldn’t hurt the hotel’s image, or his own for that matter, to be seen around the hotel playing a more conducive role than a scary guard dog. Surely people would be more willing to come and visit if they knew their friendly neighborhood devil was around to lend a helping hand. Who knows, maybe if things turned out as well as he hoped, Charlie would put him back on the welcoming committee.

Point of the matter was, Lucifer felt he had a lot more to offer than sitting around and pulling a mean face every now and then. He wanted to contribute to the hotel in a way that was productive and lent itself to the betterment of his people. He had learned a thing or two in his long life and was sure at least some of that had to come in handy at one point or another. And if this idea of his really did work out, it could help alleviate some of the burden that Charlie shouldered day in and day out. 

So, as the barest trickle of light crept past his curtains from outside, Lucifer sprang from his bed and set off to accomplish the first-–and only-–thing on his to-do list: start an art therapy club!

With a snap of his fingers the bed was remade with fresh linens, the old ones appearing in the basement’s laundry room. Thinking about his day, he settled on a more casual outfit befitting of the more casual events he had in mind, foregoing the hat and coat he typically opted for on more glamorous occasions. He then ran his fingers through his hair, allowing just enough of  his grace to flow past his fingertips to smooth and style his bed head into something neat and presentable, befitting of the King of Hell. Grace was by far the best hair product out there, hell knows how people lived without it. If he could bottle it up and sell it, he was sure it would sell out in minutes and he’d be swimming in cash, but some tricks were better left unrevealed. 

Pep in his step, he strode down the stairs, making it down the third flight before he decided that he simply couldn’t wait any longer and opened up a portal to the front lobby. Snapping it shut behind him, he took a look around the empty room, trying to figure out where Charlie might be that morning.

After he swung by to see if she and Vaggie were setting up for this morning’s bonding exercise in the parlor, he trotted along into the kitchen for some coffee. Hey, what’s that they say about two birds and a stone?

Much to his disappointment, there was no sign of Charlie once he parted his way past the double doors. There was, however, sign of a certain deer-man, and by sign he meant the whole fucking person. 

Alastor was sitting in his usual spot at the head of the dining table, you know, the one he had refused to give up despite the literal ruler of Hell being much more worthy of it. Not that Lucifer was still bitter about that or anything. The demon was reading the morning newspaper, steaming cup of something dark and bitter in a hot pink mug. Not exactly intimidating, but who was Lucifer to judge when his own mug sported the images of several cartoon ducks. However this was the first time that he noticed there was actual writing on the mug, which he craned his neck to read.

“Does your mug say ‘Oh Deer’ on it?”

“Hm?” Alastor hums, turning the mug in his hand as though observing it for the first time. “Why yes, it would appear to say just that. Very observant, Your Majesty. I see you’ve taken my advice and invested in some cognitive exercises. I’ve always been of the opinion that reading is good for the soul and the mind.”

“Har har, you’re especially hilarious in the morning, has anyone ever told you so?”

“I have been told that I have quite the sense of humor. Who am I to argue with the masses?”

Lucifer pulled a face at his reply, just an impulse away from sticking his tongue out at the back of the sinner’s head for good measure. Eh, why not. It’s not like he could see him anyway.

“I saw that.” 

Shit . That was creepy

“You deserved it,” he sang in response, plucking his mug from its designated hook and filled it with coffee. It was still hot and warmed his hands deliciously. He took a cautious sniff and although it certainly smelled normal enough, he knew he could never be too careful.

“Did you brew the coffee this morning?”

“I don’t believe that anyone else was awake to do it.” Fair point.

“...Did you poison it?”

Alastor set the paper down with a huff, ears twitching in irritation. 

“Do you really think I would be drinking it if I had?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t actually seen you drink it since I got here.” Alastor says nothing, but raises his mug dramatically to his lips and takes a long sip, flicking his gaze pointedly in the king’s direction. Lucifer watches suspiciously for a few moments after he sets his mug back down on the table with a little clack.

“Satisfied?”

“For now. I suppose.” He takes his own careful sip and smacks his lips. His impeccable palate has never failed him before, and today it’s telling him that he’ll live to see another day. Hooray!

“I don’t know why you throw such a fuss over such trivial things. It’s not like there’s anything that I could actually harm you with in this realm.” And oh, was that irritation Lucifer was picking up on? Genuine emotion from mister Big and Bad himself? Rarely did anyone ever get anything but mockery and sarcasm out of the guy, so this morning was already shaping up to be a good one by Lucifer’s standards.

“Hm, you know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’re a little upset that I’m always one step ahead of you. What’s the matter, deer , afraid of being outsmarted?

“Not at all, Your Majesty .” he ground out between clenched teeth. “ I would simply think that you would have more faith in your own durability, rather than throw a fit any time I’m near something you  hope to ingest. Heaven forbid the word gets out that Hell's one and only monarch is a fragile little thing. Oh my, think of the headlines!”

“Aw, Al, I didn’t realize how much you cared. No need to worry about me, though. I’m a big boy who can  handle himself, thanks.”

“I know you may find it difficult to believe, but my thoughts don’t always revolve around you. And my name is Alastor . I’d appreciate it if you could struggle to the end of it. I know that’s a lot to ask of  you these days.” That smile had curved into something mean, challenging even.

 Okay, so that’s how he wants to play, huh? Bring it on then.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, coffee long forgotten as flames licked the back of his mouth, ready to spew.

“Good morning, Alastor! How did you-–Oh! Dad, you’re here, too! Good morning!”

One of Charlie’s many gifts was her impeccable timing. Growing up, she always knew just the right moment to enter a room and  catch her parents in, erm, more compromising positions.. That was why her sudden bursting into the kitchen right as verbal fists were about to start flying came to no one’s surprise, especially her father’s. These days, it seemed that sixth sense of hers came in handy when it boiled down to preventing altercations before they escalated to property damage proportions. Crisis thoroughly averted, the flames smothered as Lucifer beamed at his little girl. Alastor spared the smaller man a twitch before resuming his study of the morning paper.

“Char-Char! How’s my little girl doing this fine morning? Slept well, I hope?” The king bounced himself into one of the barstools at the breakfast bar. He cupped his face in his hands as he leaned intently over the counter, eyes sparkling as he watched Charlie grab two mugs for coffee. 

Was he overbearing? Perhaps a little, but he couldn’t help that his sweet daughter was like a literal ray of sunshine in this dark and smelly pit he called home. She dove right into her coffee, clearly oblivious to the dangers of potential-assassination attempts, which he would definitely be speaking to her about later. She sighed, releasing a breath as she forced her shoulders to relax.

“Good coffee, Al. As always.” The demon merely hummed his acknowledgement of the compliment, not bothering with taking his eyes off of the news. She turned her attention to the angel. “I slept well, dad, thanks for asking. Thank god because I have so much to do today.” Charlie began rattling off the items on her mental to-do list, going from casual to agitated in the span of a few seconds.

“First I have to go over the final decorations for the Open House–-again, thank you so much for covering desserts, you’re a real life-saver, dad. Then there’s some laundry I promised Niffty I would help her with in the afternoon, and our yoga instructor was murdered last night so I have to figure out how to fill his time slot in the evening  and on top of that it’s my turn to cook dinner tonight and Vaggie won’t be around to help this time so it’s going to take me twice as long as it usually does. Ooh, that’s not even including the meeting I have with Aunty Bee about those new spirits for the bar and--”

“Whoa, whoa,” Lucifer interrupted, seeing no end in sight to her itinerary and only mounting levels of stress. “Pause for a second, Charlie. Breathe. There you go.” She’d gone red in the face at that point, her tail springing out from agitation and best get that under control before she started knocking things, or people, over. The princess smiled sheepishly, mumbling her apologies .

“My, that does seem like quite the list of chores you’ve got there. But, leave it to our dear Charlie to get it all done.” Lucifer scowled over his shoulder at the demon sipping casually from his mug without a single care in the world.

“Um, excuse me, Al , but  I was under the impression that you were brought on board to help run the hotel. Shouldn’t you be helping out here?”

“Hm, shouldn’t you , Your Majesty? I do recall you saying something about wanting to play a more active role in your daughter’s life. Now would be the perfect time to do just that, don’t you think so, dear?”

Alastor finally put the damn newspaper down, settling his smile first on Lucifer before swiveling it over to Charlie, who had been standing around suspiciously quiet as the two men went at it. She startled at the mention of her name, eyes going big and round as though caught in the middle of something she really didn’t want to be a part of. 

“Um, well, I-–”

“Of course I’m going to help her,” Lucifer yelled, cutting Charlie off before she could finish her thought. “In fact, we’re both  going to help you, sweetie. Isn’t that right, Al?” Try to weasel your way out of it now, bitch.

“I appreciate the offer, dad really, but I don’t want you to feel like this is something you have to do. You’re a busy guy, I get that. I’m sure Alastor has his own things to do, too. Plus,” she added quietly, “I know how easily you get overwhelmed these days. It’s okay, I can handle this.” Lucifer faltered at her words, visibly deflating and allowed his facade to fall for a split second before throwing an arm around her shoulder and grinning.

“Nonsense, Charlie! In fact, that’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you this morning. Yoga man couldn’t have picked a better time to die, ha ha!” Hm, poor choice of words maybe, but honest nonetheless. “What would you think about filling that evening slot with an art therapy session? Led by yours truly, of course.” 

Charlie seemed to mull it over as Lucifer held his wide smile, examining her face as she went through the pros and cons. On one hand, she knew that her dad didn’t exactly have a one-track mind, in fact most of the time he was the entire train station. And although she didn’t doubt his capacity for patience and empathy, a lot of sinners that came through the hotel required a more delicate hand and her dad tended to fall on the more oblivious side of the spectrum when it came to emotional cues. 

On the other hand, this could turn out to be a really good thing. For the hotel and for her dad. She knew he really was trying to change, to see these people as his own. Perhaps spending time with them while doing something that he loved was the motivation he needed to finally get him to where he needed to be. And if she was being honest, her dad was a really talented artist. For years she had wondered why he never truly divulged that part of himself with others, outside of his ducks, of course, but she’d concluded that for some reason his art was deeply personal and emotional to him. The fact that he was offering to share it with strangers all in the name of progress was monumental and she was wise enough to understand just how big of an ask this was.

“Are you sure about this dad? I don’t want you to feel pressured into taking on a challenge that you’re not ready for.” Her smile was small, but sincere, eyes shining with nothing but love and understanding. The sight was almost enough to bring tears to her father’s eyes. His daughter truly was the best. 

“Don’t worry about me, ducky. Your old man can handle it. Would I offer to do it if I wasn’t sure?”

“I suppose not,” she sniffed, brushing a finger under her eye. “Thanks, dad.”

The two embraced, Charlie crouching down a bit so Lucifer could run a gentle hand over her hair, a larger imitation of how he used to cradle her in his arms when she was little and in need of a good cuddle.

This is nice , Lucifer thought to himself. He couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to this conversation.

“What a tender moment. I hate to interrupt, but I’ll be doing so anyway. Charlie dear, don’t you worry your silly little head about dinner tonight. I would be more than glad to step in. Rosie shared the most delightful little recipe with me just the other day and this is as good an excuse as any other to try it out.” The demon blinked, all wide smile and bright eyes as the pair in front of him turned a pale green at his suggestion for supper. “I will be going the vegetarian route, rest assured!” Oh, okay, yeah that’s more like it.

“Really, Al? Aw, you guys are so sweet. You don’t know how much this means to me. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Charlie, whose tears had finally settled down, tried to smile through wobbly lips and glistening eyes. Alastor waved a hand dismissively in her direction.

Oh, don’t thank me. I think I speak for all of us when I say I’d be doing us a favor in cooking our meal knight in your place. The kitchen is practically brand new, it would be a shame to let it go up in flames so soon, hm?”

“Alastor,” the king warned.

“No dad, it’s okay. He’s right. I didn’t exactly inherit the cooking gene, did I?” And Lucifer found that he couldn’t necessarily argue with that point either.

“You just need a little more practice, that’s all,” he tried, a half-hearted grin hanging off his lips. The princess just laughed, visibly far more relaxed than she had been ten minutes ago. Good, good. 

“Well, this has been a delightful morning, you two, but I’m afraid I must be off now. Important things to do and whatnot. A hotelier’s work is never quite done, after all. Ta ta!” 

With a warp of white noise, the Radio Demon melted into the shadows at his feet, taking with him the ambient noise that had accompanied their morning encounter.

“Huh, that was weird,” Charlie said absently.

“Hm?” Lucifer inquired, raising a brow.

“Al didn’t take his staff with him. He usually never leaves without it.” She paused, seeming to consider something for a few seconds. ‘Come to think of it, he hasn’t had it out much lately either. Not in the hotel at least. It could be nothing,” she rushed to add, seeing the wary interest on the king’s face and immediately knowing that she had let her mouth run unsupervised for far too long. “I know he can pull it out of whatever pocket dimension or wherever he keeps it anytime he wants, I just thought it was odd that he doesn’t seem to be using it as much lately. I’m sure it’s nothing.” She looked around the room anxiously, eyes settling on her watch.

“Oh! Look at the time! I gotta go dad, I’m supposed to be helping Vaggie set up for trust exercises this morning. Love you, bye!” With those parting words she scurried out of the room, hands loaded up with two lukewarm mugs of coffee.

So Charlie had noticed Alastor’s odd behavior too, huh? She was far more observant than people gave her credit for, that much is true. 

Lucifer thought back to the last time he’d seen Alastor with his staff, when he was out in public galavanting around Pentagram City with the tall cannibal woman. But Charlie was right, now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he’d actually seen the demon conjure it up within the safety of the hotel, if at all. Not since he mysteriously reappeared after the hotel was rebuilt, seemingly unscathed despite squaring off with Adam.

The devil’s thoughts were racing now, branching out and spiraling in all sorts of directions, jumping to conclusions just to dismiss them and start anew. Despite the web of emotions and possibilities, the overarching truth that stood out from all of the questions and half-threaded leads was that Alastor was hiding something. Maybe even something big. And Lucifer would rather fall all over again than turn a blind eye to something that could endanger his little girl and this new life they were building together.

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[asling555]

Oh little one who hurt you

Why must you hide the blood you bleed

Why must you act so blank and cold around others

Why is it you make yourself hurt so

Why do you drag yourself through the brush

Are you afraid

Afraid what everyones said will be true

That you are a dog, a dog just to abuse and drag around

Or is it the simple fact you dont want to hurt others, that you know what you can do and simly choose to cut out your backbone to avoid hurting others

Alwasy aplogzing and put your self down you just dont want to hurt others

But deep down you know you do, you know what keeps you up at night what goes through your head every time you see a person

You know every nigth all you can do is bleed and cut and scracth to try to feel pain to feel somthign anything and in a pitfull excure of an attempt to make up for the pain youve done to others in your head

Your a monster Not a human You where toyed with and left with the scraps What happend to you

[ask-hamatos-exorcismau-risefam]

How does the how excurism thing work with the whole turtle situation

[mossmx]

i am manually masking 50 frames but honestly it's just an excure to stare at fiorello's legs ;)

[curatorsday]

Monday, November 28 - Friday, December 2, 2022

It was a dark, gloomy week and I didn’t have my car so I spent a lot of time at home. I did all the usual chores, got a lot of lap time with the cat, and decorated for Christmas. I did get out for a couple walks down by the river. I even got some sunshine this morning before the clouds rolled in again.

[minhosimthings]

Je Te Veux: A Jay Fic

Chapter 2: Cupcakes and Construction Sites Part two continuation

Part 1 ||| Part 2

The room was dark. There was a man standing in the corner with a whip in his hand. Wine bottles were laying on the dirty floor as a huge greenish black watch hund from the ceiling. There were four chairs and on them lay the dead bodies of your parents, Heeseung and Yuna. "Y/N!" The room spun around and around as your favourite song played from nowhere. There was a voice calling your name in a motherly tone. You were lured towards it. "Y/N. Please wake up!" You followed the voice and started falling and you wouldn't stop. Was this your fall from heaven? Or your descent to hell? You hadn't a single idea but you kept falling, accepting your fate. You were about to reach the ground when-

"She's awake! Heeseung she's awake! Darling oh my darling. We were so worried." You were in your bed and your mother was above you as your brother and Yuna lingered closed by. Your mother was in tears and you father was holding her by her shoulders. The family doctor, Seungkwan was also there. You got up slowly, still shaken by your dream. Dreams were something that was very important to your health. You had a mental condition to have very vivid dreams which you couldn't control. Usually these dreams occured when you were in intense pain, both physical and mental.

"Wha- what happened mum?" You said in such a weak voice that your mother burst into tears again. Yuna took your hand gently and explained "You fell into the big construction pile outside and hit your head Y/N. You got a concussion but thankfully you didn't have much blood loss. Seungkwan thinks that the fall must have triggered your dream thingy, cause you were shouting and shaking like crazy. Jay bought you up here. He was with you right?" Heeseung tightened his shoulders slightly and asked in a serious tone "What were you doing with Jay, Y/N?" You blinked twice and said "I was having a glass of wine with him by the sycamore tree. He invited me in the morning. I can show you the sticky note he put on my door with the message, Heeseung." Heeseung's eyes softened at that as he got up and went to Seungkwan who was standing awkwardly in the corner. After five minutes he came back and told your parents, "Mum, Dad. We should allow her to rest for a while. I think we should probably have dinner. Seungkwan told you to have dinner later Y/N." He shook his eyes towards you as you lay down again and let go of Yuna's hand. You were going to ask to meet Jay to thank him but you decided to thank him tomorrow. After all the fiasco that had happened to you was because you were too keen to stare into his eyes. Your mother kissed you on the forehead and your parents, Seungkwan, Heeseung and Yuna left you alone to sleep. As Yuna was about to exit, she doubled back to you, gave you a tiny pink box and said "Jay wanted me to give this to you. He said he was sorry to not have caught you in time." She smirked at her last sentence as she went on "By the way, we are going out tomorrow if you are feeling better. Heeseung wants to show the boys around your parents' part of town. Go to sleep now Y/N. Love ya." She got up and swiftly moved out your room, slamming the door behind her. Left alone, you slowly opened the pink box to find the remaining mint chocolate cupcake and a tiny handkerchief inside. You picked up the handkerchief and twirled it in your hands. It was silk and purple, embroidered with Hyacinths. As you were about to get up to keep the box in your mini fridge, a note fell out of the box. Picking it up, you opened it to find loopy handwriting and Jay's signature. The text of the note ran - 'I am sorry for not being able to save you in time. I give you this handkerchief as a sort of apology gift. I hope you like my embroidery.'

You sat on your bed again and kicked your feet in the air as you felt your head getting better by the second. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day. You would go on an excursion with Jay and you would get to stare at him again and you would be having fun with your family for once in a long time.

After a while, you felt good enough to go down for dinner. It was nine am but you didn't care. No one could stop your hungry monster of a stomach. You poked your head out the bedroom door to make sure everyone was in their rooms so that you avoided any sympathetic conversations. Taking note of the silence, you stepped out in your bath robe and your fluffy baby blue slippers and went straight down to the kitchens. You knew all the maids and chefs would have gone home by now so the kitchen would be empty, bar you and your ravenous stomach. The kitchen smelled like parsley, cumin and lemon and something else which. It was probably the head chef Felix,staying back late in order to experiment with the food. You sometimes helped him with his shenanigans and you always took full responsibility if you both were ever caught. His older brother Minho ran a bakery which was your favourite. Coincidentally it was where Jay had gotten the cupcakes from. You always joked that culinary skills probably ran in Felix's family.

The characters of Peter Pan were what your family used as code names. You were Wendy, Heeseung was Peter, your parents, Mr and Mrs Darling and Yuna got the honorable title of Tinker Bell. Why was Jay talking about killing your father? And why did he have no glint of emotion in his voice when he spoke that sentence about you? Your brain rushed into thoughts as you drifted off once again into troubled sleep.

Stepping into the main kitchen you opened the large fridge rather aggressively and found two big twin purple containers ok the second compartment which had the note 'I know you'll take this Y/N. I made your favourite' stuck to them. Felix probably found out about your little accident and made you something. He was a sunshine much like Sunoo and he and Sunoo usually spent time together whenever Jungwon and him would stay over. Inside the containers were your favourite Ramyeon and brownies, Felix's speciality. You sat on the clean blue, marble counter and ate the Ramyeon with your chopsticks straight from the container. You parents always encouraged you to do your own dishes, instead of asking the maids to so you did not want to be stuck cleaning both the container and a plate. You didn't take note of how late it was when you started the very short journey back to your room and mindlessly wandered onto one of the balconies of the mansion. The balconies always had the greatest view of the garden and the Seoul skyline. All the balconies I'm the mansion were next to each other so you could see anyone on the the balconies next to yours. You could hear some very interesting noises from Heeseung and Yuna's bedroom, but you abandoned it and turned, instead to look at a figure walking around on the third balcony to your right. You figured it must be Chan, who likes to walk around late and write poems in the moonlight. You decided to be a bit of a brat and scare Chan, so you descended downstairs and onto the stairs of the balcony he was on. On reaching the second last step, however you heard a voice which definetly did not belong to Chan. It didn't belong to any person you knew, who was currently staying in the house. It was of a cold tone which gave you chills, which wasn't from the cold wind blowing outside. However as the person moved towards the light of the lantern hanging outside, you recognised the familiar face. It was someone who looked and sounded like Jay, clad in the same outfit Jay was wearing when he was with you. He was talking to someone on the phone in a voice unlike the one he used when he talked with you. You could make out bits of the words he was saying. You heart, however, stopped when you heard his say a very peculiar sentence, "Mr. Darling will be killed in two days father. Although I do not want to upset Wendy." You stood in your tracks for five minutes and then ran out to your room as fast as you can before Jay could spot your hunched figure.

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