#sera.🪷

[seiwas]

I came back to tumblr and you're in a masters program and married 😭 tears of happiness in my eyes rn I'm so happy for you! Sorry I'm so late Sel, I wish you all the joy in life 🤍

sera!!!!! ive missed you so much 🥺🥺 how are you!! how are things!! aaaah sorry im getting to this so late 🥺🥺 thank you for dropping by, and for the well wishes!! it’s always so lovely to see you 🥺 ily, i hope march is treating you tremendously well 💗

[xcherricutie]

🪷 it's over, isn't it 🪷

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 2.4k]

[Tags: Angst, songfic, mentions of alcohol and drinking]

[Notes: I am just churning these out, these are so easy and fun to write lol]

It was an understatement to say you fell after everything. It was more like you crashed and burned, any semblance of a life in Heaven disappearing after your attack on Hell. You had quite literally raised Hell in Heaven, tearing your way down into the depths just to get your revenge. You had struck down the Princess of Hell, nearly erasing all of her memories, had her friends not helped her. And in the end, you backed down, your guilt finally catching up to you. You thought if you had let your anger control you, you would easily be able to kill Charlie and her friends. But the more time you spent in Hell, the more your anger ebbed away, leaving an empty shell in its place. 

In the end, the story remained the same. Your happy ending faded from view, and Charlie remained the hero of the story, along with her father, Lucifer. You were nothing but the bad guy, just another person standing in the way of the true story. Everything felt like a game to you, and you had to figure out how to climb your way to the top, to win. Losing this fight to Lucifer had dropped you all the way down to the very, very beginning. You had nothing. This time, you didn’t even have any friends. You were all alone. Or so, you had wished. Oh, how it was quite the opposite, actually. 

When you were cast from Heaven, Sera and Emily made absolutely certain that you didn’t end up in some rotten corner of Hell. Oh no, they had you fall right into the lap of Lucifer himself. They had begged and pleaded for him and Charlie to take you in, try to redeem you. Or at the very least, take care of you. It was what you deserved, Sera had said. Charlie was immediately all in, happy to have you despite what you had done. You had nearly wiped the demonic side of her clean, which would have ruined her life and stolen her memories. Yet, she happily accepted you with open arms, literally. She squeezed you in an almost deathly tight hug, promising to make up for what had happened to you. After you had shown her your memories, Charlie had become especially clingy to you, to make sure you were happy, that you weren’t lonely. 

The other hotel residents didn’t take to you as kindly as Charlie. Vaggie hated you with every fiber in her being, which you didn’t blame her for. Angel Dust and Husk both would team up on you and constantly remind you of what you had done. Alastor had been about as normal as you expected him to be, but you did notice he was rather pushy about information on your past, of which you indulged him none. Knowing he was either coveting your soul, or information on Lucifer, you tended to keep your distance from him. 

As for Lucifer himself, you hadn’t spoken a single word to each other in the week you had moved into the hotel. You didn’t want to speak to him, not after everything. Not after what he put you through. It was hard enough not getting to have your happy ending, you didn’t need him rubbing salt in the wound. Just his smile alone was enough to sour your whole day. And it seemed others knew that too, as Angel Dust would constantly question your relationship with Lucifer, and what it used to be like. Knowing it would end up getting back to Charlie, you kept quiet on the finer details of your past with him. Nobody, not even Charlie, knew he was once your husband in the eyes of Heaven. All that mattered now was that he was a nobody to you, a stranger. 

Your life in Hell hadn’t been all that bad though. Aside from Charlie forcing her friendship down your throat, you had actually managed to make one friend in the hotel, and it hadn’t surprised anyone a single bit when it happened. Adam, First Man, died during the exterminations, had become your closest friend in Hell. You could barely tolerate his attitude, but relating to him when it came to getting the short end of the stick was fun sometimes. You could spend hours with Adam, talking about how shitty Hell and the hotel was, getting lost in drinks and partying all night long. It was the first time you had genuinely smiled in the last ten thousand years. 

Tonight had been one of those nights. You and Adam stayed in the bar long after Husk had retired for the night. Drinking away afterlife’s issues, listening to music, talking about everything and nothing. Adam could talk a lot, and you were happy to finally listen to someone and just bask in their presence once again. But the nightly hour began to crawl up, taking its toll on you. You let out a soft yawn, leaning into the bar. 

“Adam, I’m pretty tired, I think I’m gonna call it a night,” You muttered, your voice slurring slightly. Adam hardly paid you any mind as he chugged his drink, giving you a thumbs up. 

“’Kay, ‘night, bitch,” He mumbled back, keeping his attention focused on the drinks that melted away his memories. You sighed, pushing yourself off the barstool, making your way back to bed. 

Your body felt sluggish, dragging behind you as you walked down the long, never-ending halls. You didn’t remember the hallways being so long. You groaned sleepily, trying to steady your body as you pressed a hand to the wall, letting the surface lead you down the hall. You leaned your weight onto your palm, barely picking your feet up off the floor. You were so tired. Tired of living here. Tired of eternity. Eternity was simply too long. 

You let out a yelp as the wall disappeared from underneath your hand, stumbling to the side and into the open bedroom doorway you had tripped up on. Your eyes snapped up to try and identify whose room you had fallen into, your gaze falling upon the open balcony door. The red light of the sky streamed into the room, making your eyes blur with sleepiness. Rubbing them, you leaned against the door, squinting your eyes at the person who leaned against the balcony railing. 

“I was fine with the men, who would come into her life now and again,” 

A familiar voice sung a soft tune, instantly sobering you up. Your vision cleared almost immediately, the sight of Lucifer holding a red rose making your throat close. He sighed, bringing the rose to his face, letting the petals tickle his skin. 

“I was fine cause I knew that they didn’t really matter until you,” His voice was somewhat breathy, as if he were on the brink of tears. You had to wonder what had pushed him to such a point, curious as to whom he was singing about. You found yourself planted in his doorway, watching as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the petals of the rose. 

“I was fine, when you came, and we fought like it was all some silly game, over her,” Lucifer took a deep breath, looking up into the deep red sky. “Who she’d choose. After all those years, I never thought I’d lose...” 

Pulling his hat off his head, Lucifer squeezed the brim tightly in his fist, before dropping it on the floor. Holding the rose with both hands, he stared out into the bright lights of Pentagram City, the lights reflecting and glimmering in his eyes. 

“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?” He leaned into the railing, standing on his tiptoes, threatening to tip over the edge at any second as he reached out into the city lights. “It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?” 

Dropping back down onto the heels of his feet, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain his emotions. “You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone,” 

You watched with wide eyes as Lucifer’s wings sprouted from his back, giving a soft flap and lifting him into the air. His shoes landed on the edge of the railing with a soft tap, a shaky sigh coming from within him. “It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?” 

Lucifer looked down at the red rose in his hand, the thorns breaking the skin of his palm. Golden liquid pooled in his palm, soaking the stem, staining the petals, giving it an otherworldly glow. He glared at the sight, his emotions pooling over, overflowing. 

“War and glory, reinvention, the garden, freedom, her attention,” Lucifer walked along the edge of the railing, his body tipping back and forth between threatening to fall over and sinking back into his room. 

Your brows furrowed deeply at the mention of the garden, fingers digging into the doorframe. Was he singing about Lilith? You knew he and Lilith had split, Lilith disappearing over seven years ago now. You had even accidentally let out a laugh in Lucifer’s face when Charlie had told you that fact, furthering the man’s sadness. Not that you felt bad about it. 

But now, a sickness began to twist within your gut, making you want to hide away and never be seen again. He missed Lilith. You shouldn’t have been as upset about that as you were. If anything, you should’ve been laughing at his misery. But it only left a souring taste in your mouth, bile threatening to come up. 

“Out in daylight, my potential, bold, precise, experimental,” Lucifer smiled as the memories of a time gone by came and went in his mind. Back when he still fought for his dreams, back when he wanted to give humanity the greatest gift imaginable. If only he had known just what his gift would entail, maybe things wouldn’t be like this today. “Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her,” 

You turned your back to Lucifer, unable to continue listening to his depressing serenade anymore. You glanced back, eyes wide to find Lucifer lying on the balcony’s edge, as if uncaring what would happen to him should he fall. 

“What does it matter? It’s already done, now I’ve got to be there for her redemption,” 

Your whole body froze, blood going still in your body. Even your heart seemed to quieten down, barely thumping against your chest. Surely you hadn’t heard that right. Surely, he didn’t say redemption. Your redemption. He was singing about you. 

Your thoughts ran a mile a minute, trying to understand what was happening. Why would Lucifer, the man who abandoned you for ten thousand years, sing about missing you? You scraped your memories for any reason he would suddenly miss you, wondering what you had done to earn such attention. You had purposely been avoiding him, you thought you had taken the proper measure to never form another connection with that demon ever again. 

Your mind drifted back to what you had been doing before stumbling across Lucifer’s room. You had been spending time with Adam, the man who, apparently, Lucifer stole everything from. Lucifer had stolen both his wives, Lilith and Eve, and had made an eternal enemy out of the man. You felt the air in your lungs hitch in your throat, realization washing over you, drowning you in misery once more. Lucifer was jealous. 

“It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?” Lucifer closed his eyes, leaning over the inner edge of the railing, dropping onto the floor, landing on his feet with a thud. He held the rose to his lips, ignoring the cold feeling of the breeze brushing past his face, teardrops falling down his cheeks and drenching the rose. “It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over?” 

He turned to face the city once more, the bright lights reflecting in his tears. He furrowed his brows in frustration, squeezing the rose tight enough to snap the stem. “You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone!” 

Lucifer threw the rose over the edge, the golden shimmer of his blood glittering as it poured like rain. He watched as the glitter disappeared in the bright city lights, his tears drying against his cheeks. “It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?” 

Looking down at the teardrops that had fallen to the ground, mixing with the droplets of blood dotting his balcony floor, Lucifer sighed deeply. “It’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?” 

Silence filled the air once more, with the occasional sniffle from Lucifer as he wiped his teary eyes on his sleeves. He looked down at his hand, the shallow cuts already beginning the process of healing. Clenching his hand into a tight fist, he turned around, his energy fizzled out after his burst of emotions. He had just so happened to see you spending another long night with Adam in the lobby, and everything within him finally snapped. 

Turning around to retire to his bed, Lucifer’s eyes widened as they instead found you standing in his doorway. You visibly flinched, your blood running cold. You should’ve left long ago, but you found yourself stuck in place, watching the man before you break down. Now he was faced toward you, and the air suddenly felt suffocating. 

Without thinking, you whipped around, taking off running down the hall. Your sleepiness was replaced with a sense of panic, your feet thundering down the hall as you ran as fast as you could. You heard Lucifer’s voice, calling out to you, begging for you to wait, but you didn’t dare stop. You didn’t think you could talk even if you wanted to. You didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to the desire for older times. You knew, deep down, that if given the opportunity, you would willingly sink back into Lucifer’s hold, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to him once more. You also knew it would never end well. 

So, you ran. And eventually, you no longer heard Lucifer calling and chasing after you. You made it back to the safety of your room, curled into your bed, and passed out. You didn’t want to be awake and present in the moment, not when he could show up at any moment. You just wanted everything to disappear. 

And yet, you couldn’t get his voice out of your head, even long after falling asleep...

[anatinagender]

Gendercrepuscolo & Gendersera 🪷🐸🪷🐸🪷🐸🪷

Gendercrepuscolo - a gender felt only in the twilight hours, primarily between early evening and dusk or that quickly fades after that point. It may have a gendered connection. Derived from Italian, 'crepuscolo' meaning twilight, dusk.

Gendersera - a gender felt only during the evening or that quickly fades after that point. It may have a gendered connection. Derived from Italian, 'sera' meaning evening.

[yuyulie]

Thank u for the tag @vicciouxs ♥♥♥

💓 FAVORITE THREE SHIPS: Omg I haven't shipped a ship (lol) in almost a decade 😭 but ones I used to like were sera x ran and heiji x shinichi from Detective Conan. 🎧 LAST SONG: Rounders - El Huervo. 🎬 LAST MOVIE: Watched the latest hunger games movie on a tt live stream that came up on my fyp. 😭 📖 CURRENTLY READING: N/A. 🌶 CRAVING: Wingstop😭😭 they finally opened one near me and I only had it twice because its always full of people. 😤 👯‍♀️ RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. 🫡 🪷 LAST THING I GOOGLED: I was googling an episode of svu. 👀 💫 CURRENT OBSESSION: Until dawn? kinda, when it came out originally, I didn’t like the game but since they announced the movie, for whatever reason I looked up a lets play and Ive been watching it. 🤷🏽

Tagging: @reallyhailey @mmonetsims @saturngalore @skaterboisims @blackskorpi0n @mrsimqle @deathtulips

[checolorehaunanimabruciata]

🌚: racconta cosa pensi la sera

domanda difficile, onestamente, perché soprattutto nell'ultimo periodo sono piena di pensieri che poi onestamente non riesco neanche a sistemare e a organizzare per buttarli giù, infatti sono stata ore con il pensiero del "oddio cosa rispondo", la verità è che con il probabile ADHD penso a talmente tante cose che talvolta me le dimentico pure, questa sera per esempio penso anche al fatto che a quanto pare mia nonna un principio di Alzheimer medio tipo e io l'ho scoperto stasera perché mia madre si era scordata di dircelo perché c'era stato il matrimonio di mia sorella nel mezzo e tante cose da organizzare per cui le era passato di mente, penso da giorni a come e perché io e una persona abbiamo chiuso perché ho ancora dubbi riguardo alcune cose ma mi rendo conto che per le domande è tardi perché non posso più farne, penso al fatto che non ne posso più di perdere, in generale, penso che neanche la musica sappia più darmi conforto, penso che tra non molto è il mio compleanno e non ho ancora organizzato nulla perché non so cosa fare quindi faccio organizzare ad altri e mi adeguo perché oggettivamente sento a stento le emozioni in questo periodo, dopo quello che è successo ed è ironico perché ero io quella che aveva capito inside out 2 perfettamente per tutte le emozioni, ora o non mi rendo conto di cosa provo o semplicemente penso "okay, non so come comportarmi perché non so come mi fa sentire", se non altro non provo più ansia, più o meno.

probabilmente ho perso il filo 10 volte e cambiato discorso altre 15 ma spero di essere riuscita a rispondere alla tua domanda, al momento sto anche pensando che dovrei ricordarmi di aggiornare il planner e di mettermi le sveglie per aggiornarlo e fare la to do list da guardare tutti i giorni per le cose da fare ma sicuramente me ne dimenticherò perché conosco il mio cervello neurodivergente e so come si comporta e ora sto anche pensando alla bozza che mi ha scritto che ho appena visto perché avevo salvato la risposta nelle bozze per cercare una cosa che altrimenti mi passava di mente.

grazie per la domanda e scusa se ho risposto solo ora🪷

[furrypersonalover]

Carpe mortem quam minimum credulo vitam

Vêtu d'une robe de lin

Et oint des huiles du jasmin,

Il coule un peu dans les coussins ⚰️

Le corps malsain du Mandarin.

L'heure est venue de l'inhumer

Dansent les mouches en la fumée

Des encens ne pouvant masquer

Les relents du décomposé.

Dans un caveau de jade vert

Le potentat sera celé,

En entier sera dévoré

Par l'armée gourmande des vers.

Il n'en restera qu'un tas d'os

Et l'âme ressassant ses maux,

Dans ses tourments à tout propos

Elle gémira sans repos.

���� Diyana 🪷

[leleaulait]

🪷Je suis beaucoup trop contente parce que dimanche je vais voir ma famille ! Je ne sais même pas comment on va tous rentrer dans la petite maison de mes grands-parents vu qu'on sera 14 ! Je les vois tellement peu depuis que je vis en Savoie (on est à plus d'une heure de route de chez eux) que ça me met du baume au cœur et je suis trop pressé, j'en ai des papillons dans le bidou ! 🪷

[seiwas]

How are you doing I miss youuuuu

sera 🥺🥺🥺 aaaaah i miss u so much!!!! i’m doing good, adjusting to new things and life and whatnot 🥺 what about you!!! u need to catch me up 🥺

[canterai]

A me interesserebbero le strategie di decompressione

ecco allora una lista esaustiva ma non definitiva, basata sulla mia esperienza. 🪷 tutte le attività elencate possono essere tanto d'aiuto come peggiorare la situazione se applicate nel modo sbagliato. l'ascolto di sé è sempre il primo passo da fare. molte di queste sono attività che facciamo anche senza pensarci, e per questo può essere molto utile a sera fermarsi a pensare a cosa durante la giornata ci ha giovato, e cosa no.

ascoltare/suonare musica, lasciandosene circondare. andare a un concerto. andare a se tire musica in un locale, a patto che l'ambiente non si riveli più stressante della serenità che ci dà l'evento, e organizzandosi in modo da poter tornare a casa quando si vuole in autonomia

ballare, cantare a squarciagola

andare al cinema, guardare un film o una serie tv, sempre valutandone l'impatto emotivo su di noi

visitare una mostra o un museo

stare a contatto con gli animali

stare a contatto con i bambini

stare con altre persone con la nostra stessa sensibilità

stare con amici cari e con chi si ama

fare l'amore

curare delle piante o un orto, dedicarsi al giardinaggio

passare tempo nella natura, ammirarla

passeggiare, o viaggiare

stare in solitudine e in silenzio, se scelti

yoga!! su yt ci sono video di ogni tipo e durata, così come per la meditazione o anche semplicemente per lo stretching

pregare, se si è religiosi

andare alle terme, farsi fare un massaggio

avere cura del proprio corpo, facendosi una maschera, una doccia, provare un trucco diverso o una nuova pettinatura

giocare! giochi da tavolo, carte, scacchi

leggere, scrivere, tenere un diario, sfogliare riviste o leggere il giornale, fare sudoku, fare un mandala

impiegare le mani e creare qualcosa: dipingere, disegnare, lavorare a maglia, colorare, ma anche cose più impegnative

andare al ristorante, gustare nuovi sapori, cucinare, andare a fare la spesa al mercato rionale invece che al supermercato

farsi una tazza di tè calda e buona

fare sport, a patto che sia di decompressione e non sentito come un dovere o un'imposizione

fare shopping, senza lasciarsi sopraffare da folle e caos, da soli o con una piacevole compagnia

farsi un piccolo regalo

fare ordine, pulire

annusare dei buoni odori, ad esempio la lavanda

imparare qualcosa di nuovo, iscrivendosi a un corso, ascoltando podcast, leggendo riviste, guardando documentari

fare fotografie

fare volontariato

dormire!

e infine, piangere, sfogarsi, gridare. niente di meglio per decomprimere le emozioni 🦊🌛

[piccolepoesie-andrea]

Pensierino della sera… tutti siamo speciali, tutti siamo unici. Ad ogni modo speciali e unici tra mille fiori🌻🌷🌺🌸🌼🪷 #poesiaitaliana #scritturaitaliana #emozioni #motivazione #parole #piccolepoesieandrea (at Bucharest) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpVcEXCoC3A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[soyashi3173]

🇬🇧 « A-Xian, if you have a problem, your Shijie will always be there for you. »

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🇫🇷 « A-Xian, si tu as un problème, ta Shijie sera toujours là pour toi. »

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Photos/Edit by : Guillaume - JapActu

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[proginangelique-blog]

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[seiwas]

The people want to hear model/actress Sel lore 🙈

omg sera 🥺🫣 i am so awfully shy 😳

model/actress sel lore is really just me doing a bit of theatre at the start, and eventually taking an interest in movies (just to see what it’s like and how different it would be!) in all honesty, i’m a lot more interested in the behind-the-scenes of it all 🥹

i start out doing a few indie films, then eventually get casted as one of the side characters for a more mainstream film 🥹 along with that comes everything else—the press junkets, endorsements, some photoshoots here and there (which is really where i meet gojo for the first time—he started out as a model)

(my favourite part is having the long-form interviews though, podcast style—the ones that i can expound more on what to say 🥺 as i get more experienced, i make my own podcast centered around the behind the scenes of filmmaking 🥺)

i meet gojo in one of those hallmark, holiday-special type of movies—the ones with many couples slated for either valentines day or christmas or new years 🥹 (it’s really just a cash grab with all the box office names on it 😭) but!!! it’s his first dip into acting and he just so unfortunately is paired w me 😭

i guess people liked us together because we got paired for more projects together, photoshoots included 🥹 he was a pain in my ass for the most of our initial projects 🥹 i gave him my personal phone number thinking he was a normal guy just looking for a friend, not expecting him to be the greatest pest and nuisance of my entire career 🥹 like. who texts u at 3am asking whether he should wear a coat or a bomber jacket + if u like ice cream, when u BOTH have a 5am calltime the next day 😭😭

ANYWAY. the actress sel lore is that we kind of become a romcom thing (unfortunately) and i eventually warm up to him because all things considered, he is pretty endearing when he wants to be. so i end up reciprocating his feelings (devastatingly). after gojo and i get together, i try to step away from mainstream for a while, choosing to challenge myself with projects that are a lot more complex character-wise, and more challenging film production wise (with limited budget and all). i learn a lot and eventually dip my toes into producing 🥹

somewhere along the way i do dabble into music!!! because i did start out with musical theatre, so my heart will always be with the melodies 🥹 i use a catchy one word name just to separate my two personas 🥹

that’s all i can think of rn but 🥹🥹🥹🥹 tysm for being so interested sera 🥹🥹🥹 i rambled on for a lot omg

[seiwas]

sel bell ily pls tell me something nice that happened to you these past few days 🎤

sera i miss you so much 🥺 hmm i was really productive this past week! work is looking good too, and i am currently about to go out of town for the weekend with my bf and his childhood friends 🥺

what about you? how has life been for you lately?

[seiwas]

hi Sel I am getting way too comfy in your bedroom for this sleepover. Pass the snacks please

SERAAAAAAA 🥺🫶🏻 welcome to the sleepover!!! am sitting beside u sharing loads of em!! i miss u 🥹

how’re things for you!!

join the sleepover! send an ask sharing/asking anything you want!

[seiwas]

btw you're matcha green to me :)

SERAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I WILL SOB!!!! wthek that is so cute and so sweet 🥺 imy!!!!!!