#fear me!!!!

[archangelsammy]

cat! 🤒 for the writing asks? 🥺🥺 i am a sucker for h/c

will!!! honestly me too here we go!!!

🤒 - needing to be looked after

done with Sam & Hallucifer!!! (does it technically count?? idk brainworms took over) set around 7x17

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Sam's sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, and Lucifer is talking to him, and he just never stops talking, and he can't take it anymore. He's so tired. He gets up slowly, his bones creaking, and turns away from Lucifer. He doesn't want to see him anymore. He only makes it a few steps before he sits down on the bed again, facing the window.

He lifts his head up, hoping to catch the sun's warmth on his face, when he realises abruptly that he's crying. He doesn't know when he started, but now that he realises, he can't stop. His shoulders shake with the force of his tears, and Lucifer has stopped talking. Has stopped singing, stopped throwing fireworks.

Sam hears a shuffle, and tentative steps behind him before the sound of fabric shifting and mattress springs creaking fill his ears. Lucifer sits down beside him, and the look on his face is so terrible, purely because of the sorrow evident there.

Lucifer places a hand around his shoulders, and Sam leans into it, despite everything. He almost hates himself for it, but he remembers suddenly, briefly, a flash of the Morningstar's wings around his shoulder, protecting him from the heat and fire of the Cage.

"Sam," Lucifer says, and the quiet tone of his voice makes Sam break out in sobs all over again. "Sam, I'm so sorry."

Sam reaches out, and grasps at Lucifer's shirt, curling himself into the soft green fabric. He should be worried how solid his hallucination feels but he's not thinking about that now. All he can do is cry, and Lucifer curls his arms tightly around him.

"Sam, I'm sorry I ever did this to you," Lucifer whispers into Sam's hair, gently stroking his back.

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[udon-udon]

kinda wish i was more intimidating 

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[hausmakes]

[caffeinatedopossum]

Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with

[mutualcombat]

*bites ur scruff*

[full on twitter]

[griffin-ktb]

[funplecs]

I was thinking about dungeon based media and I made this alignment chart

[amanitahouses]

Salmon hats: sweeping the nation by storm watercolor on paper, digitally overlaid on photo

[lesbianfakir]

You’re placed in a room with an animal. The door is closed and you cannot leave. The animal is completely calm and has no intent of harming you. You are in no danger unless you provoke the animal in some way.

[girlbogg]

fish women want him

[satoumafuyuss]

old habits

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Aftons are a very normal FNAF couple

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost that walks into the doctor’s tiny office right beside town hall just to see his favorite little nurse. he’s filthy, drenched in sweat from the sweltering summer heat, and caked up with dirt from herding cattle all morning and afternoon.

most might grimace at the grime that covers the few exposed parts of his skin. however, you skitter over to him as soon as you make sure one of your regular patients has everything they need before they go on their own way.

his palm finds the dip of your hip easily, falling there as if it's second nature.

"how was you're day, honey?"

you melt into the hand that holds your waist, practically purring at the sound of the nickname dripping from his lips like honey.

"this a new dress?" his hand is dipping lower, gently grabbing the fabric of your skirts and pinching them between his thumb and index.

you're so enamored by the way he looks right now. dirty maybe, but for some reason you can't peel your eyes away from him, at a loss for words. so you simply nod, a flush cascading along the apples of your cheeks.

"was made for ya, sweetheart."

his thumb and index find your chin, pinching it and craning your neck.

when his rough lips meet yours, everything fades to black. the sound of the doctor's approaching footsteps don't even scare you back into modesty, fingers fiddling with the shirt that's tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

simon's lips leave you with a dark chuckle. his forehead rests against yours as he lowers his voice, loud enough for only you to hear.

"now, now, doll. s'not the place for that. wait until we get home, hm? i'll take good care of ya."