#or even better: why keep awful thoughts & feelings inside of me/ why not mete them out ever so generously

[bellshazes]

what is really funny about how etho excecutes his premeditated horse murder is that initially he said if bdubs tries to breed a horse with mine, I'll kill my own horse that I hate, just to see bdubs' reaction.

what actually HAPPENS is he finds out that bdubs' horse is really, really good. and pivots to killing it in semi-secret, bdubs failing to understand that etho did it on purpose since a distraction occurs immediately afterward and he does go retrieve a second horse with ease. but that horse is worse than the first one and etho's, so etho doesn't kill it! it's the better base anxiety (though etho cuts it from his episode) and the i wanted to one up you for once in my life lament - an insecurity that gem correctly identifies as underlying etho's tuff guy posturing. notably the insecurity predates the tuff guy branding and non-loyalty arrangement, as if etho decided from the jump to be mean to bdubs as an attempt to prove that he can be better than bdubs.

it's extra funny because i think if bdubs cottoned on to would astonish him, since bdubs considers etho one of his harshest critics. and from his point of view, etho is calling him master bdubs and obeying what bdubs thought were joke suggestions and so on. he's been deathly allergic to genuine critique of etho for a decade and i just don't know that etho's current wet dog growling act is going to be enough to bring back the classic pre-last life capital-A antagonism.

prediction for next session: i think it will for half an episode and then etho will be in perceived danger to the gimmick and bdubs will kill himself on accident trying to save him in a way everyone laughs at and nobody takes seriously, not even etho or bdubs themselves.

[icecoldtwin]

Intro 4 (Feat. PAFK)

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Lucifer walks into the garage with a small sigh, partly from relief of being out of the sun and partly because he would finally have a way to travel without having to just...walk everywhere. "Yo, blondie! I'm here."

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"I have a name." Arthur huffed. He was straddling Lucifer's bike when he came in, and he walked it to where he was at the entrance of the garage. "Sorry it took some extra time. But you should check it out. Hopefully it's worth it." He grinned, tossing him the keys and painstakingly pulling himself off.

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Lucifer snickers softly as he smirks, watching him with a raised eyebrow. "That you do, doesn't mean I'll always use it. Don't wanna wear it out, right~?" He hums before frowning slightly as he catches the keys and watches Arthur get off the bike. "....You look like you're about to fall over."

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"I'm fine-- just achy today." Arthur waved him off. "But what, can't wear out my name, so I'm just gonna be dessert instead?" He chuckled as he inched to the side, sweeping his arm at the bike as if inviting Lucifer to climb on.

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"Hey, dessert is good. You should feel flattered." Lucifer says as he points at Arthur with narrowed eyes, huffing in a joking way before he moves to get on the bike.

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"Stilllll partial to the name Arthur." Arthur chuckled as he answered, before moving further to the side. "You should take it out for a bit. See how it runs."

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Lucifer glances at him and gives a smirk. "Not worried that I'll just run without paying?" He asks as he starts up the bike, grinning at hearing it run. He always did love that sound.

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"You wouldn't do that to this poor injured soul." Arthur jokes, hand splayed carefully over his chest. "And if you did, my uncle might just come after you. And he's way scarier than I am."

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"But does he know the secret doorway that I could totally use to escape through and never be seen again?"

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"I can always tell him." Arthur smirked. "See what you're gonna do when a very angry man in a semi starts bearing down on you. Trust me, you'll be scared shitless."

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Lucifer grins at him before revving his bike and taking off. He would be back, after all he got a job just so he could pay them. But it was fun to joke around for once...

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Arthur gave him a salute when he left, before finding a swivel chair to rest in. He waited until he heard the sound of the motor again. Leaning forward and propping his prosthetic elbow on the arm rest, he rested his head in his palm. He waited until Lucifer had the helmet off, a smile on. "So? How'd it feel?"

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Lucifer looks at him with a small frown, looking confused and impressed at the same time as he parks the bike. "......What did you do to it? It runs better then when I first got it."

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"Tightened up some things. But also--" He paused as he pulled himself from the chair, shuffling over. "Feel here." He pointed at the base below the handles.

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Lucifer eyes him, knowing it wasn't just 'tightening things' and hums softly as he feels around where Arthur indicated.

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"Warm, right? Still warm, even though you've been riding it?" Arthur's smile spread a little further.

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Lucifer blinks in confusion before his eyes widen and he shoots a look at Arthur - not knowing exactly which emotion to let have control right away before he huffs. "Well I'll be damned, I guess. Fixed a problem you shouldn't have been able to."

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"I diverted how the heat in your bike is meted out. Took some finagling with the system but it'll work, I think. Or it should." Arthur hummed, clearly excited to explain. His hands moved as he talked. "It'll be way too hot for most people to ride. But with you....eeeeh-- running cold, you could say? It should be more than fine. And then that should keep everything at a more even temperature inside. So hopefully your bike stays running smooth a while. It was kinda tricky to figure out, but I figured it'd help and it'd be a fun puzzle challenge thingy for me to solve. And that way the next time your bike breaks down, it won't be something like the oil not moving and your engine getting turned into a fancy paperweight from overheating."

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Lucifer stares at him as he listens, his head tilting just slightly as he watches. "......well now I feel sorta bad that I didn't peg ya as a fucking genius sooner. You only had a few days to figure that out, you don't even know how my powers fucking work, and yet you figured out how to prevent this anyways. ....what the fuck, Arthur!" His tone sounded a bit rough and angry but it was just his base tone. He was grinning in awe even though he still looked confused.

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Arthur snorted. He could practically feel the excitement rolling off him, and hear it in Lucifer's voice. "I felt the bike the first day and figured out what was going on with the temperature. And seeing your-- display on Friday? It's not genius. It's just-- problem solving. If cold, find way to make warm." He clapped his shoulder once. "Think of it as a thanks for helping the Peppers. And for your offer to help me."

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Lucifer scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Pretty sure my thanks for helping the Peppers was the money. Hence having it be a job." But he couldn't deny he enjoyed his time there....when he didn't have to deal with costumers at least.

The family was interesting....especially when he thought about the fact that....they could have been his family. "But I suppose I'll accept it anyways. Don't want to wait longer for you to undo it all."

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"Yeah, and I fuckin' wouldn't." Arthur chuckled. "Not unless it was a problem. Wayyy too much work." He patted the bike. "Here's hoping she lasts a while. And your bill is fifty three, eighty. You can give it to Lance and he'll get you a receipt. Then you're free to go."

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Lucifer makes a face as soon as he heard the price. "I know why it’s so expensive but....why is it so fucking expensive?" He grumbles, nodding as he gets off the bike to head inside. ".....Thanks, Arthur."

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"Hey I told you the first day, it'd be up around there. That's just for the shit that broke getting replaced." Arthur chuckled. "Parts are expensive. But it should last you a while at least. But-- no problem. Just doing my job." He smiled at him, before waving him off and heading his way to one of the other vehicles in the shop.

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Lucifer hums and watches after him before shaking his head as he heads inside to pay. Arthur was....interesting. There was something....not off about him, but off about him. And it made Lucifer curious. Enough so that he might actually put some effort into actually getting to know someone for a change.

[secret-vore-lair]

Fear and Wisdom

Ara and Fervent, both mostly-corporeal metaphysical entities, are a picturesque couple most days. But sometimes only one of them can have what they want. Contains lots of romantic teasing, the melancholy of ages past, and safe cuddly vore.

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Ara stood still as a statue, watching the sunset from atop a dais in the ruin where she and her partner lived. The roof of this place had long ago crumbled, leaving the sprawling, colorful mosaics within exposed to the elements. Ara looked out on the world from its center looking like the only piece of history in the whole place that time couldn’t touch. A great lioness with fur of gold, feathered wings of purest white folded motionless along her back. Not even breath broke her stillness and silence, as she drew no air into her lungs, made no rhythm with her heart.

There was a family of waterbirds that she was watching, their nest on a worn stone that rose up from the bay below the ruin. That stone had been much taller, long ago. The tallest of many, and there had been more nests as well. She overlayed the old memory over reality with the slightest thought, watching it play out in perfect clarity and fidelity.

The sphinx could hear the cacophony of the swarming birds calling out to each other, squawking in indignation as they swooped down on the baskets of fish the villagers carried only to be batted away. She could see the small ships drifting languidly through the clear, lively waters of the bay. She could feel the shade from the roof over her head, and observe as the priests, her priests, meted out blessings from the steps of her temple.

She sighed and let the vision slip away. The village was gone now, and the priests. All lost to time. Even the stones had been worn down. It was the way of things. Now she watched two birds land at the edge of the single nest. The parents, returning to roost with a freshly caught fish for their chicks. That nest had been passed down, destroyed and rebuilt many times over countless generations. No, not countless. She knew the number. She knew the exact number of bird generations between the fall of her civilization and now. She knew the precise number of sunsets, and what the weather was like each day. Her memory spanned eons, and it was flawless. And she needed a distraction.

Lucky for her, night was falling.

A black-feathered wing draped over her shoulder, and an ivory claw caressed her cheek. “I’m awake, my love.” Ara turned to face the source of the deep, velvety voice that seemed as one with the chill, misty air rolling in from the calm waters of the bay. Fervent looked refreshed and composed now, his inky down fading into and deepening the sunset shadows, obscuring his outline and adding to his imposing stature. Far from the messy, exhausted pile of feathers he presented during the day. Unlike Ara, he actually needed to sleep. He blinked his luminous green owl eyes at her as she nuzzled into his chest. “You seem somber, dear.”

“I feel better now that you’re here. I think I just need something to occupy my mind. How was your rest? I heard you moving around and muttering to yourself earlier. Bad dreams again?” She curled up on the stone platform, and he joined her atop it.

“Indeed. Giving me indigestion as usual. Conscious fear always sits a little better. It’s a little more . . . straightforward. The stuff the subconscious conjures up tends to unsettle my stomach with its surreality.” He nestled himself closer to her, relishing her warmth. She shone so brightly. She was his guiding star. “But sometimes someone falls asleep inside me and dreams frightful visions. What am I to do but accept the free meal? Besides. . .” His jagged beak split into a sly grin, and his forked tongue slithered around its edges. “I know I have you to soothe my insides, don’t I?” His form blurred, and he was on top of her, beak wide open and dripping with jet black saliva. Little silver stars spun and twinkled in the fluid, winking in and out. Ara smirked and reached up with a paw, closing his beak.

“Tempting. And an excellent opening move, darling. You know I find that view hard to resist. But have you considered . . . this?” With a wry smirk of her own, Ara wrapped her wings around her partner’s neck and dragged his head down, planting an extremely sensitive ear right on her gut. “Check. . .” Ara took in a breath of the cool evening air and let her body come alive. Her lungs expanded, her heart took up a steady tempo, and best of all—

grroooaargle. . . gruuurrr. . .

“. . . aaaaand mate,” she purred, feeling rather pleased with herself as her lover’s entire body shivered, his form distorting and glitching out for a moment as the full might of her internal soundscape left him stunned. Ara laughed and used the opportunity to roll him off the dais and onto the temple floor, pinning him down as he let out a very undignified yelp. She lowered her head beside his and licked her chops in his peripheral vision. She whispered, “Imagine being in the middle of all that, Fervent. And I’m just winding up, too. You know from experience that it’s only going to get much, much louder once you’re inside. Why don’t you claim your rightful place?”

“But. . . You ate me last night, too,” Fervent protested halfheartedly.

“Really? I don’t remember,” Ara replied with a chuckle, dragging her tongue up the side of his face.

“I just mean, when do I get another turn?” He asked, a bright purple blush staining his cheeks.

She raised up, perched on his chest, eyes glowing in the dark, watching him with the certainty of a victor. “When you can tell me, with absolute and unshakeable assurance, that the thing you want most in this moment is not the pressure of my body reshaping you, taking that ethereal fear fluff you’re made of and compressing it into a perfect fit for the innermost chamber of my body, my being, a stomach shaped by the gods themselves. Is this the night when you can convincingly tell me that you desire to eat me more than you desire the musical bliss of belly gurgles tuned against the instruments of the divine to perfectly convey the absolute satiation your presence within me provides? Can you look me in the eye, nay, look me in the maw and say with conviction that the idea of your feathers dropping from my lips as I surround your body and seal it away for the evening doesn’t fill you with a sense of purpose?” She spread her wings wide, angelic and silhouetted against the final, red light of the day. She brought her muzzle down to his beak and opened wide, ruffling his feathers as she breathed out a sweltering, glowing mist. A breath of holy light. “You, my love, are my chosen one. Rise into me. Let my light deepen your shadow.”

Fervent hummed, staring up into her wide, welcoming jaws. He knew when he had been beaten. “You make a compelling argument, as always,” he said with undisguised awe. Sure, she was getting her way, but she always made him feel like he was the lucky one, even so. Arguing over which of them was hungriest for the other was hardly the worst disagreement a couple could have, he knew. So with a mix of resignation and excitement, he raised up his head, his shape becoming more fluid, and she took him in her jaws, and he was pulled into her softness and her inner glow.

Ara worked quickly, her beloved disappearing into her jaws with only a few swallows. He was as big as she was, but easily compressible, and eating someone alive was much easier when things like breathing were elective. The sphinx felt her belly round out with her meal, the glowing walls stretching and flexing to accommodate him with relative ease. “Ahhh, ambrosial as ever, my dearest.” She cleaned a feather from the roof of her mouth with a flick of her tongue and sent it flowing down her gullet on a river of saliva to join the rest of Fervent’s mass. She flared her wings and looked out over the water. “And far lighter than you look.”

“If you’re going to be the lover of a sphinx, the one thing you shouldn’t be is dense,” Fervent replied, shifting around to get comfortable.

“Indeed not. And it’s certainly convenient that devouring you doesn’t keep me earthbound. Why don’t we take a quick flight over the bay?”

“Whatever you wish, my star. I would follow you anywhere.”

Ara purred and ran a paw along the curve of her stomach, summoning up a few lengthy gurgles for Fervent to bask in as he sloshed around. “Thank you for this. Truly, it was just what I needed. And tomorrow night, if you’re still in the mood, I’ll be yours. Sound good?”

Fervent hummed in the affirmative, cozying up to the walls as they moved around him, focusing on the sounds of her body as she held him in the fullest, greatest sense. Her concession was appreciated but unnecessary. He could play this game and lose to her every night and still be satisfied with the outcome. He adored her. It was as simple as that.