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~*secret anniversary promo*~
||: I don’t know if two years is a long time or not. Sometimes it feels like it was barely last month I started sharing Apadiel with the world, and sometimes it feels like I’ve always been here. I’ve had lots of people come and go since the start, and there are a lot of people here that I love and am so grateful to have met, but there is only one who’s been with me since the start.
She was actually my second follower. I still have no idea how a Harry Potter OC managed to find me first when G knew that I was coming. She’d heard from a mutual then-friend that I was thinking about starting an rp blog and she wanted to make sure that actually happened. We’d written together before for a shipping challenge, and I’d been following her on Lucifer for a while before that.
G is a constant in the rp community. @octomoosey is a must-have on every dash, not only for her exquisite themes, pages, and resources, but also for her taste in posts, and for her infinite patience. She is funny and polite and so, so helpful. She gives of her time and her knowledge in such enormous quantities, in ways that touch so many people in this community, and even beyond.
Which is only the tip of the iceberg of what it’s like to have her as a friend. She is a powerhouse of creativity and a bottomless well of kindness and caring and support for those around her. She is one of the strongest people I know, and a real source of inspiration. Her writing makes me want to be a better writer, and her friendship makes me want to be a better friend.
@alwaysenduphere is a remarkable Lucifer and the muse that got me into this community. He’s complex but consistent in his motivations, and G is so impressively thorough. She knows him so well; any question you throw at her, she can tell you what he thinks, how he will respond. It’s such a gift to plan things with her, to be a part of the world that she’s created and surrounded Lucifer with. Apadiel loves him; she would kill for him, and she would die for him, but more than anything she just wants time with him and his family.
G is beautiful inside and out, and it is no exaggeration to say that were it not for her, this blog would not exist.
Thanks for sticking with me, sweetheart. ♥♥♥
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Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.
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Character aesthetic - l u c i f e r
↳ holiest of the unholy - the lightbringer, cast into eternal shadow. he is patient, primal, pure. innocence destroyed in the most brutal of ways. betrayer or betrayed. the fallen. the banished a light so sublime. so beautiful. whispering peace and love - juxtaposed to the ice, entropic and eternal, which nestles around his heart - barren and empty and howling - a maelstrom of loss, of grief. blood spilled and brotherhood abandoned. virtue upheld and the truth - sharp and cutting and more piercing than any blade - his chosen weapon.
“Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive. ‘The devil made me do it.’ I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists
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“I’m so sorry, Sam, I, I really am, but Nick here is just an improvisation. Plan B. He can barely contain me without spontaneously combusting. —–You’re the one, Sam. You’re my vessel. My true vessel. My heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you’ve done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone could bear. If there was some other way…but there isn’t. I will never lie to you. I will never trick you. —–But you will say yes to me.”
[ s05.e03 - free to be you and me ]
@porticosdaughter [ from - x ]
“ It’s not as simple as that —- not by a long shot. See first you actually have to go and talk to the lock to make sure it’s agreeable to the idea of being opened without it’s key. Everything wants to open, of course, but sometimes they get pretty cheeky when they think they can smell a hint of quiet desperation.
—- Don’t ask me how I know that locks can smell. But once you’ve gotten the door and lock to agree that they want to be open, then you can go about actually doing the opening. I wishit was as easy as ‘open sesame’, Temple and Arch. “
- --eyes close and one hand moves to pinch at the bridge of his nose. attempting to fend away some imaginary migraine. or perhaps, keep that gently simmering ( but always present ) - w r a t h f u l - nature under it’s own ‘lock and key’.
“fine. take a sniff.”
lips purse and he gestures to the...
...well... it’s a physical manifestation of a metaphysical concept. the ‘lock’ isn’t actually a rusted hole set within flaking rusted bars... only a representation in this particular version of ‘reality’. and there’s no ‘key’... or rather... there were thousands of keys - technically... ‘seals’. no single one would open it, and no specific combination... just an ‘amount’...
however - it had already been opened and those seals not set back with the hand of the almighty. now... fragile, strained, brittle. needed no further cascade of events... only a little - nudge - to slip free.
and he looks up, sets gaze onto the little blonde... from behind the bars of the cage.
“tell me what you think of this particular puzzle. though reputation preceding you - i would imagine not so difficult a task.”
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“ Choice. “ what would you consider the lie – - the question beneath all questions; to say that it had really been about God & them. He, who is called I Am, the root of all things as He were its Creator. Or was it that the story lay within a simpler story. they speak of the Fall of the Devil & Satan as if it between him & God alone. that His hand were extended - – Michael simply acting on His behalf. As if there were no single emotion. As if NOT a single piece of His Eldest child had gone viciously into the night, clinging alongside a fading Star, in which He named His Favorite. that it had not been about two brothers. who both, albeit on opposite ends, had lost their way. “You say you would – - that you do, wager all of yourself against Him. At times I wondered, if you had done the same to me.” lips curve as green dips in thought. he doesn’t expect an answer, even if the other may provide it; perhaps he already knows the answer as they sit here together, akin to something old – - a remembrance. a time before. never asking for forgiveness, blame here nor there. an end never come to pass & no longer matters. there’s an element he finds unknown, example made in the transgressions of today. not knowing what the second would do next, intentions, a few possibilities too many. perhaps there is peace in that. not knowing - – in letting go. in having a choice. “I suppose I will have to take my ‘chances’, hmm? All in.”
- --”yes, it’s a remarkable concept. you should give it a try.”
and it’s spoken in a manner of innocent absolution. as though there had not already been such consideration. ( and he knows his brother - even know. knows that there would be no manner of hesitation, no pause for breath in the completing that duty -- if not for something -- other. something settling into mind and grace to pause. and he thinks, he’s rather familiar with the concept... one he’s actually rather fond of... ----------d o u b t. because he had. after that -- f a l l -- he had doubted even his own truths. the manner of them. the honesty which had spilled from his lips. had doubted every moment of his own existence. and only - thereafter - had found those things once more. rebuilt from fractured, brittle shards. remade into something - other - something... new. and now, as absolute in this revelation, as he had been before. )
“perhaps against your actions... perhaps against and aforeseen - battle royale. against those things - yes.”
---but against you? no.
“what kind of student... what kind of solider...”
---what kind of brother...
“would i have been in this - if not to learn from what you taught me and - f i g h t with every fiber of my being? a poor one, no less... so while i would have returned battle for battle... war for war... it was never a wager i was willing to make...”
pause and ponder. there is no jubilant celebration. there is no wringing of emotion into something visible ( even though it may be present, those thoughts, those considerations, remain secure and safe and shrouded. should his brother finally -- choose -- a way other than duty... ...remained to be proven ) -- but still there were...
“...consequences. they come hand in hand with ‘choice’... michael. are you quite so ready to face them?”
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a lift of eyes and chin take in a familiar form.
how, still remains unclear — though ari has set eyes on tons of faces through her own few years. some faces she’ll see again. some she’ll only see once. his falls in between, a void that seems endless, strangely everlasting.
“did i tattoo you once?”
if it had been more than that, she’d remember. hard to forget a face like his anyway but… it’s possible. there were lapses in time, moments when the passenger still took over. maybe she knew him.
- --there’s a smile, a slice of something bright, and he indulges in a small huff of breath at the humour of it.
“no, you did not.”
a shake of his head to follow, stepping just a fraction closer to glean a better look at the little one who seemed to find familiarity there. but even in the wealth of sam’s memories, there was no glimmer of recognition. the mind can play tricks - see things where they are not - find the familiar where there is only the unknown... attempting to make some sense from perpetual -- chaos.
“i do not know you -- and believe me when i say -- i have a very good memory. perhaps then, a mere resemblance. but not -- me.”
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ah, but how perfect. she can find love in no one else but the devil himself.
or… perhaps she hadn’t found the right kind of love until she met the devil himself, dark and brooding but full of so much light, capable of killing her with the hands he so gently explores the skin between her thighs with, but he kisses her instead, whispers to her instead. she is not sure of what this is or what this could be or may become, but he is nice to her, he is not afraid of her like so many other people are.
his voice is soft and low, dangerously sweet in too many ways, and she can feel herself getting drunk off the lilt. her back arches into his touch, perhaps a soft moan falling from her lips and catching his ear.
❝ you speak words i’ve heard too many times before… so i ask myself why now do they sound like the truth? ❞
she still feels frightened, but it’s more exciting than anything else she’s felt in hundreds of years. yes, she feels fear and anxiety and anger and sadness… but this time the emotions are different. they settle in the cracks of her bones and make her feel electrified…
❝ what now? what will you do with me now? ❞
“i don’t lie.”
it’s that simple. for all the tales of silver tongue and wanton deception -- he doesn’t. the lies others tell to themselves are far more damaging than any falsehood he can spin, and it was always so much more - d e l i g h t f u l l y d e s t r u c t i v e - to let them fall into a chaos of their own making.
however... lips trail across supple skin. and this, a sin of his own making, an indulgence of his own desire. and she tastes like death and blood and darkness, like the night blooming jasmine, sending supple, delicate temptation on the air.
and with those kisses he moves, trails a line of that same indulgence along her neck, stopping only as a breath kisses her lips where his own do not.
“worship you.”
a gentle murmur before he does. meets blood red lips and kisses -- slowly... deeply, with a tender amount of passion.
“i was created to do just that... to love... to worship... and i find my altar - barren. until now. i have seen more souls, more sin, more than you could dream of in another thousand years... but i have never found my own temptation. someone to captivate... to capture heart... until you.”
Anonymous asked:
i think you're awesome
- --of course you do.welcome to the fold, little one.
Anonymous asked:
* knits Lucifer a Christmas sweater. puts it in a box with lots of jars of Nutella and a card that says "the jars only open if you put the sweater on " *
[ he’s more than a little conflicted right now.the sweater is a ‘no’ because - ‘jolly’......but also nutella... ]
why? who made that a rule?
Anonymous asked:
like a santa hat but with ' hail satan ' on it
- --marginally narcissistic, don’t you think?
but you’re welcome to wear it if you feel like being...festive.
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If I kissed you, would you lean in closer, nearer, pressing your energy, the complexity of your body, onto my skin and into my bones. You see, I’d like that. The breaking of us into one.
Anonymous
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Anonymous asked:
what about a satan hat
--...and what would that look like?indulge my curiosity...
Anonymous asked:
would you like a santa hat?
- --...no.
Anonymous asked:
Does it offend you when people worship you?
- --no.
if they choose to worship false idols, then that’s just peachy with me ( and a finger to the big ‘i am’ - breaking commandments left and right... mhm ).
though it do feel sorry for the goats. there tends to be a lot of ‘sacrificing’. people seem to forget... that i’m not some dweller from the dark abyss. i don’t need blood... life... souls...
i’m an angel.all they have to do is pray.
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I saw the devil in everything around me. I never thought to look in the mirror.
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