#uh oh besties

[skumhuu]

✨👑 Throne 👑✨ pages 3-4

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[the-maladjustedjester]

But obviously Adam’s pissed and so adamant about sinners not getting redemption—he was never given a second chance in the garden, why should anyone else?

[addam-of-hull]

Daemon’s crime cloak makes a comeback..

[vulturereyy]

Hayloft by [moth]er [moth]er ominously starts playing

[transgenderboobs]

i think legally i have to add laios touden to my kinlist

[garbagechocolate]

I may or may not have

Food poisoning

Cause of all the sashimi I ate

[multishipingriy]

I may need a new name for this au

[verysaxyberry]

Can’t believe Trump won his re-election today

[foolish-gay-jester]

Oh no! Christina Ricci is hot

[lakecoded]

I'M NOT CHRIST???

[munchymunchkin]

[kxllerblond]

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR -— CEO of Lux Fashion (PINTEREST)

What is left in its wake when the anger subsides and the raw wounds of betrayal and crumbled pride begin to heal? Growth, efficiency, and SPITE above all else. Luci could only rot in their timeout corner for so long before she'd had enough. But, she had been irresponsible before and had been lead by emotion to the very cursed throne she held reign over; the same mistake would not be made twice.

Hell was made to be self-sufficient so she could follow her own whims on the surface world. A throne not left empty but eradicated all together, made to be obsolete. Lucifer had decided that if something was broken, if something was not working-—it would be fixed, not left to fester.

To the surface she sprung and became all but the sole reason for the creation of the fashion industry for what was fashion if not the expression of self? Of freedom? Of REBELLION? Of course it would be Lucifer that would introduce such a thing to Man.

Humans eat fashion up, they love it and initially she is once again pleased to prove just how easy her creator's little weirdos are swayed and manipulated. It's all very spiteful but still very much that of a scorned child still throwing a tantrum. That's how it starts, at least.

Fashion becomes IMPORTANT to humans. Not just a status symbol to sow discourse and strife but something MORE. It becomes freedom, it becomes expression. It is SELF and rebellion and now Lucifer loves fashion too. So long spent torturing and tearing down and feeling as if that was all she would ever be capable of…now she’s created a way to build others up, to give them the means to climb their way back from their own falls. It gives her the means to begin to finally heal and to do so on her own. She decides she's become too tired of feeling angry and decides no one longer deserves the satisfaction of seeing them festering and raw. No more feeling sorry for herself, no more anger-—she has shit to do.

She establishes Lux Fashion and it quickly becomes the magazine that sways the entirety of the fashion world. Think Vogue but so much bigger. That’s where she is now. New York, manning the largest and most important fashion magazine as its CEO.

Personality wise, Lucifer is always on top of shit. They are organized and precise and very well put together. For someone who led a failed rebellion, she is absolutely THRIVING now and has (seemingly) put everything behind her in order to focus on herself. She is still very bitter but has turned that energy into succeeding out of pure spite.

MISC BITS-—

👗 Lucifer has a pet hellhound name Shenzi that takes the form of a miniature pinscher. Her true form is obviously a big scary demon that can't be seen by mortal eyes.

👗 Her mbti is enfj-a

👗 agender she/they but will default to she usually (though I as the writer will alternate)

👗 She just goes by Lucifer and doesn't hide who they are. Obviously, people just think it's some eccentric moniker and bit she's committing to.

👗 Clark has not formally met Lucifer but they exist in the same sphere and I imagine it would go something like Clark venting his angsty little misplaced anger for the Divine and Lucifer sympathizing but also putting him in his place. :')

[transgayhawkeyepierce]

I'm getting numbers on my bad employee post really fast

[accustiv-archived]

@audaciiae (kit) said: ❛ just get out of the way. ❜ / accepting

“ don’t do this, please. ” i knew it wouldn’t make a difference, no matter how much i pleaded with them, no matter what i said. kit would do whatever kit wanted to, and that would never change, not unless i got a lot smarter a lot faster than i was. i was bold, i was doing things most who knew of the chameleon would never risk, but i wasn’t under any false pretences that i was fooling them. maybe that was the reason why they hadn’t gotten rid of me yet. I took a breath, eyes importing as i placed my hand on their sleeve, bracing myself for the snap of my wrist under their fingers. i didn’t move. i didn’t get out of the way.

“ kit, ” i said, softly, as if i believed they would ever bend to such pleading, “ just give me a little more time, i can get what you need, you know i can. ” i swallowed, but it didn’t ease the lump in my throat. they’d waited a long time for this, and their violent single-minded crusade threatened so often to drag me under completely. patience wasn’t a virtue i knew they wanted to entertain. but i also knew that if they got tired of me, it would all be over. there was no way i could survive them, not if they made up their mind about me. i’d never feared someone so much that i insisted on spending so much time with.

there had been a time when i had demanded to never meet them; when i had refused to even entertain the possibility of crossing paths even accidentally. then the choice had been taken away, it had become far too dangerous, far too complicated. i’d known them for so long in strands of hair left on pillows, bruises bitten into skin, muffled thuds and moans, in hungover conversations and in the marks they left deeper than skin. and now i understood; kit was consuming, they swallowed everything around them, including me.

“ a few more days, it’ll be worth it, i promise. ”

[lilcupnoodlez]

The bugs in my brain are telling me to do some things....

[owlee22]

Oh no!! My queue ran out! That never happens