#stars and fate

[ianabanana22]

The Morningstar’s Spite

What good was a star if it lost its luster? Lucifer once had everything in the palm of his hand. The brilliance of a thousand stars. Prestige without compare. Might that tore the heavens asunder. So caught up in his blissful life, he forgot the one entity who held the very fabric of the universe in her grasp. Yes Fate, finicky cursed Fate, had a unique, cruel way of humbling one of its existence. After all, the higher a being soared, the harder they fell.

And she made sure Lucifer knew just how hard he did, her mocking laughter ringing in his ears as he fell, down, down below. The hard ground dug into his back. Blood trickled at the corner of his mouth. His eyes stung with bitter tears. Her laughter only grew louder. "What use is a fallen star? Without your luster you're merely a piece of useless celestial rock. Unable to be a guiding light even to yourself." Lucifer gazed at the sky with venom in his eyes.

"All shall succumb to Fate. Even the Morningstar. Your impertinence shall be rewarded with the most fitting parting gift. Farewell, former Beloved of the Heavens."  Guttural cries echoed in the gloom as the pinpricks of light peered down in sorrow, mourning the loss of their most cherished brother. 

When Fate's "gift" arrived, Lucifer welcomed it with spite.

To him who once was the most glorious celestial being, it was a warm embrace, his only companion during tedious working nights. It was a comfort for when his longing for the night sky threatened to engulf him.

That vacant spot beside the moon called out to him, his eyes helplessly searching for a star that was no longer there. His spite only grew. He worked tirelessly, defiance fuelling him, as his fate grew bleaker by the day.

Sleepless nights were chased away by the Coffee of Melancholy, even as his gaze drew towards his open window. Spite. Defiance. Frustration. Sorrow. On and on they spun like spokes on a wheel. Months turned to years, centuries to millennia... 

"Fuck Fate."

You spoke with such nonchalance Lucifer could only gape. "Pardon?" "You heard me. Fuck it. It doesn't matter what she writes for you. She isn't the one living it." Shock crossed Lucifer's face at your audacity to curse at fate. A mere human...

You smiled at him. "Free will governs Fate as much as any ominipotent entity ever will. Maybe even more. Never lose sight of that Lucifer. Never lose sight of who you are." You took his hand in yours squeezing it gently. "YOU write your own Fate." 

I write my own Fate.

He squeezed it back, the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips. Up in the dark heavens, a lone light began to glow. Fate once asked: What good was a fallen star without its luster? Now Lucifer posed a question in return: What good was one who didn't know his own?

Everyone shined in their own way, even him. Especially him. And he will continue to do so for eternity. 

(Even if it was done out of spite.) 

Fuck Fate, really.

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[rewuyuu]

[noknowshame]

always a fun time when real life people are doomed by their own narratives. like guys you know it doesn’t have to be like this right? this isn’t a stageplay the foreshadowing isn’t real until you make it real

[shutupcrime]

Some of you are too afraid to admit this but we all know Star Wars works best when it goes full soap opera

[corukant]

duel of the fates beeeoeoooommm beooowwww pssssshhhhhhh beooommmbeeoowwwwwww lightsaber noises screaming ahhhhhhh the end ✍️✍️

[msmoiraine]

the way that carmy made the best meal sydney has ever had and he just had a feeling on a whim to make it his own instead of the sanitized, stripped down and "othered" version that was basically stolen from him by his boss ("you know this is my dish now right"). he said "fennel allergy" when we know from the very first time that sydney cooked the family meal in the pilot episode and she made a fennel salad that he just made it up! the whole episode builds up how his boss has been insulting him and stripping his individuality away from his dish and you can tell he doesn't like it and you can tell that he thinks something is missing from the stolen dish and you can tell that he doesn't like serving what he's serving. so the one time that he follows his instincts and makes it how he wanted it and has it served that way is for sydney? and it was the best meal she ever had?? the bear is a love story!!

[jaguarys]

This came to me in a vision

[lichqueenlibrarian]

That’s so damned sweet

[computed-dear]

everything makes me think of them

[im-not-a-pleeb]

I already know this is going to be another insane read

I mean, the first chapter, guys. I found the original edition of the SEQUAL to the MOST EROTIC K/S novel that was published by bantam classics lmao.

I'm giggling and kicking my feet rn

[ianabanana22]

The Crown Prince’s Final Stand

What was authority when one had no power? 

Born to the prestige of royalty, Diavolo lived with two constants: luxury and authority. One was his birthright, the other a guiding principle drilled into him from the moment he learned how to write.

His father placed great importance on the latter, “Authority governs all.” The Demon King used to say in a steely voice, his gaze hard. “We must follow it, impose it, to keep our sovereignty and protect our people.”

“Authority is to practice the norm and follow the laws of the universe. The laws of Fate.” His words laden with meaning, little Diavolo etched them in his heart, slowly growing up into the dutiful Crown Prince his people admired.

And Fate was with him every step of the way he traversed the path set for him. It was easy. Comfortable. Blissful. Then again, when you're too focused on what's before you, you fail to see what's happening around you.

Just because Fate was kind to him, didn't mean she was to everyone else too. His was a rarity, a privilege granted only to whom she deemed truly deserving. 

The truly deserving didn’t include Lucifer whose eyes hardened with hate when she was mentioned.

It didn’t include each new star that dimmed in the Devildom sky, growing increasingly alarming in number as the centuries passed. 

It didn’t include peace between all the worlds, even as he tirelessly worked for negotiations.

The harder he tried, the more an invisible force always set him back. A new crisis arose, each worse than the last. As if Fate was saying, "Your authority is only as powerful as I allow it to. You are nothing before me." His privilege wasn’t all encompassing.

It only extended for as long as he lived according to what was ordained for him. It wasn’t fair and it began to irk him endlessly. His own potential was uprooted before it could flourish. It worried him. Was he forever doomed to a life of servitude?

Were his people? 

He wanted a better world where everyone felt safe and protected, free to live the life they wanted. Free from the shackles of expectation, of Fate... 

"Fuck Fate." Lucifer said one day over coffee. Diavolo gawked at him. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said Fuck Fate. This is YOUR kingdom. YOUR people. She may be the master of Fate but she doesn't rule. YOU do." He leveled a crimson gaze at him. "So RULE." 

I have the power. I rule. 

I can go against the norm. 

I will.

He grinned at Lucifer, the knot in his heart slowly loosening. Up in the inky heavens, the Prince's star shined even brighter.

What was authority when one had no power? What use was authority when one didn’t exercise their power? Diavolo was the Prince. He will rule, Fate and norms and rules of the universe be damned. He will rule for however long he is needed. 

Fuck Fate a thousand times over.

-fin-

[furious-blueberry0]

Aayla and Bly

Two cringe fail lesbians trying to get back to camp

Just showing this other two versions

[strawchocoberry]

02:45 am 

You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud… But I’m about to show you, baby, slow down…

You know he isn’t particularly pleased with your little sex ban. “No Nut November, what bullshit,” he mumbles, cuddling you to sleep. And as you fall asleep, you think you’re safe. But that couldn’t be far from the truth. He tries to simply go to sleep, but you just have to be a fucking tease and grind your little ass against him, his cock springing to life immediately. An eye for an eye. He teases you, groping your breasts and fingering your pussy until you’re finally awake from your deep slumber, eyes heavy with sleep yet filled with lust. You beg him to fuck you and who is he to deny you? “What a slut,” he mocks you, as he fucks you from behind, your face buried in your pillow. “Couldn’t even last two hours of your little sex ban.” He leans closer, his hand choking your neck as he turns you to the side. “But this is better, don’t you think?” 

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[purgetrooperfox]

quinlan vos in my brain ily. ily quinlan vos in my brain

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[morgan-n-cheese-91]

old Obi-Wan is so funny to me because his sass and overall bitchiness is like the last thing he's got and I'm so proud it survived the great depression of his 40s.