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//got lil lucid brainrot atm. Gonna be answering and accepting starters/anons/memes over on @downyfeathered-starlight

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“Mmm~ Hm? Oh! Whoops, sorry Meatsy!” Lucid folds his wings, noticing a few sparse feathers clinging to the Sinner. He can’t help but giggle at the sight, reaching out to start plucking them off. “Didn’t mean to give ya the feather duster treatment.”

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Wylder suddenly gets a face full of feathers and wings. He attempts to roll away from them but they get up his nose and mouth. "Watch where you're swinging those please!" He rumbled, attempting to bat them away from his face.

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these are KILLING me

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Send 👶 to turn my muse into a baby

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Send 🧸 to find my muse as a child

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The tension of the archangels voice demanded Lucid’s full attention once more. Much like his own world’s Michael, and even a bit like his twin Micah, this one was no nonsense and all about business at hand. The blue seraphim’s quieted, nibbling at his cookie as he watched the other move from his spot on the wall and then instruct the younger angel to come find him. With his magic and flight abilities capped, he could not teleport after the other. At least it was not that terribly long a walk to Michael and ���his” rooms.

Once the other has gone, Lucid nearly asked if he had done something wrong, but that was a simple question to answer himself: yes. Yes, he had done plenty wrong. Opened a portal into another multiverse, lacked control of his abilities, ran off with his new dear companion Zadkiel after being instructed to remain in the palace. The blue seraphim sighed, shaking his head.

“I hope I do not get any of you in trouble with my presence. Your kindness and help has been truly a blessing. Thank you both.” Popping the rest of the cookie in his mouth, Lucid munched before chasing it down with a sip of his cocoa. “There’s so many similarities between your Heaven and the one I come from, but also big differences. Is Saint Michael always this…serious? I know he suggested we are “playing house” but I don’t believe we are. I love a good game, but I thought we were all rather realistic to about the situation at hand.”

ㅤ"We're not adopting him." Michael wanted to start hitting his head against the wall, because he feels like that would hurt less than sitting here and having these conversations. This mindless idle chitchat that his siblings were engaging the other in. And he gets it, he does. Lucid was an out of place angel, which tugged at all their hearts and sang to their desire to want to help. He doesn't blame them for that, even if to him it feels absolutely ridiculous that they fell the need to baby him. A grown adult angel, who needed at this point in his life to have better control over himself and his magic.

ㅤIt's actually a crime he apparently had so little of it that he did.

ㅤAccording to Uriel, at no point had Lucid lied to them. The story that he told, the reality that he painted, the alternate world that he came from. To Michael, as the Angel of Faith, the world he painted just didn't seem possible. It seemed horrible, the idea that there could be another God and as much as he didn't want it—full clarification of taht would probably have to come from God himself. A conversation he really didn't want to have after the last conversation he had with the deity. But sometimes, there really was no way to avoid it, was there? Even if he didn't want to do that.

ㅤAnother breath leaves him, the frustration clinging at his chest and tugging on his core tightly. He'll plan that for another day, when he felt like he wasn't going to be consumed by whatever questions God asks of him this time. He had enough to deal with anyway, since apparently Lucid needed education. It wasn't like they could ship him back until he could actually control the chaos that shot him here in the first place.

ㅤHe pushed off of the wall and tugged his coat into place, his gaze landing on the Seraphim happily eating away at the cookie like one of those squirrels the mortals had. "When you're finished playing house, come talk to me. My room is down the hall from yours. They're the only rooms on that level." Turning away he allowed his magic to wrap around him and yanked him from the kitchen up to his bedroom.

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Random lines from the song TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN to be used as starters, one-shot prompts, icebreakers, etc. Feel free to alter phrasing for your specific needs.

"But no one told you where to go."

"My, my, those eyes like fire."

"I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre."

"I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired."

"Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire."

"I will travel far beyond the path of reason."

"Take me back to Eden."

"I spit blood when I wake up."

"Missed calls, answer phones from people I just don't trust."

"Mirror talk, fake love, but I'll take a pound of your flesh."

"I need you ro see me for what I have become."

"I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it."

"And no amount of love will keep it around."

"And I don't know what's got its teeth in me but I'm about to bite back in anger."

"No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence."

"It was no accident."

"We were tangled up like branches in a flood."

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Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction!

Alternatively, send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blase to your muse's throat.

If you cannot see the emoji, send 'DAGGER'

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「biblically accurate Luci」

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i rewatched the etern.als. and then i got thinkin. and now you guys are on the receiving end of more protective prompts, but these little beauties are aimed more for the act of actually saving a life! bon appetit!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ what the hell were you thinking?! you could’ve been killed! “

“ hey! get away from them! “

“ if you wanna hurt them, you’re going to have to get through me, first. “

“ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “

“ i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you. “

“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time! “

“ what are you doing?! i told you, get out of here! now! “

“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “

“ now’s not the time to play the martyr, got it? you’ve got a good long life ahead of you, and i intend to keep it that way. “

“ you need to go now, okay? don’t worry. i’ve got this. they’ll want to be trying a lot harder if they want to keep me from protecting you. “

“ don’t worry about me; are YOU okay? “

“ damnit, [NAME]! i TOLD you not to play the hero! “

“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “

“ why are you so invested in keeping me alive? “

“ that was for saving my life. “

“ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “

“ are you insane?! run! “

“ were you preoccupied, or did you just really want a dramatic heroic entrance before you saved my ass? “

“ are you okay? “

“ yeah, yeah, i’m okay… are you okay? “

“ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “

“ hurry! take my hand! “

“ get in the car! now! “

“ i’m sorry i was late… are you alright? they didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles around!

[ SHIELD ]:     sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.

[ EMBRACE ]:     sender quickly wraps the receiver in a protective hug and turns so the sender’s back might take on the brunt of an on-coming attack.

[ SHOVE ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender runs to them and shoves them out of the line of fire.

[ YANK ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender hastily grabs them and pulls them against them, out of harm’s way.

[ TACKLE ]:     sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire.

[ THROW ]:     sender throws themselves between the receiver and an on-coming attack, taking on an injury that might have been fatal to the receiver otherwise.

[ DISTRACT ]:     sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.

[ FIGHT ]:     just as the receiver is about to be attacked, the sender arrives suddenly and begins to physically fight off their assailant.

[ CATCH ]:     sender manages to intervene and catch the falling receiver before they fall to their death.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     sender sacrifices themselves, either fatally or otherwise, in order to save the receiver’s life.

[ HIDE ]:     sender quickly pulls the receiver into a hiding place, hiding them from their pursuers.

[ KILL ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate and intentionally fatal danger, intervenes by killing their assailant before they can kill the receiver.

[ INCAPACITATE ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate danger, intervenes by knocking out their assailant before they can harm the receiver.

[ AFAR ]:     sender, having been watching the receiver’s interactions with a threat from afar, saves them from an impending attack while remaining distant from them.

[ SECRET ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.

[ REVEALED ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, reveals themselves in the process of saving the receiver’s life from an unexpected threat.

[ REUNION ]:     after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat.

[ KISS ]:     after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.

[ HUG ]:     sender, having just saved the receiver’s life, pulls them into a tight hug out of relief and a need to steady and support both themselves and the receiver.

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𝑺𝑶 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 – 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 . starters taken from the tate mcrae album ' so close to what ' . adjust pronouns as necessary !

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒅𝒐

you don't wanna know me .

you just wanna do like i do .

you should go ahead and try to .

you got ten fingers 'round my neck at all times .

you think about me ten times more than even your own life .

i thought nothin' of it 'til i saw you last .

know you're praying on my downfall .

i don't trust you , not at all .

what you gonna do when they all find out ?

you ain't what you paint to the public .

you're so composed , it's insufferable .

i ain't never seen that many faces .

you know , i thought we were friends .

i can't tell if you wanna kill me or you wanna kiss me .

sometimes i'm flattered , but also fuck you .

get the fuck away from me .

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒊'𝒎 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚

you got him locked down .

you're moving like i did before i found out .

he ain't just a pretty - faced talker .

you're seeing one - sided .

ain't nobody got me this nervous .

baby , don't get this twisted .

nothing could make me miss it .

it's okay , i'm okay .

you can have him anyway .

i don't want him anyway girl , take him .

𝒏𝒐 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

i'm only sleeping at your house six times in one week 'cause it's convenient .

your clothes , they kinda fit me .

i told you one , two , three times .

no , i am not in love .

i am not thinking 'bout you .

i don't hate every girl your eyes go to .

why would you think that ?

i'm not bothered looking up your exes .

we got the same taste , that ain't my fault .

𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆

it just isn't what i'm like .

got no better way to put it .

you know i don't mean it , right ?

it's nothing that you did or didn't do .

i say i will and never follow through .

if i cut you off , it just means i care .

it's not what i want ; it's just all i know .

i like you the most .

it's not about being hard to get .

i planted a seed in the back of my head .

never been good at the self expression .

this just ain't a fight you could have won .

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Seemingly lost in one another’s eyes, Lucid watches in total awe as those ruby hues glisten and stain to gold, the red seeming to bleed into Lu’s sclera with a fiery passion. The beginning protrusions of the devil’s horns do not go unnoticed, a rare sight for the seraphim to behold. To be face-to-face with the King of Hell with his true features, many’s blood would run cold with terror. But the angel only finds wonder and a rise of his own arousal to the sight. Perhaps it makes him feel like prey in the claws of a predator, a bird caught by a regal feline or maiden at the mercy of the dragon. Or more likely, it is the honored feeling to see Lu with his true features present, the parts the King always seems to hide more readily. His awe-struck gaze to the sight is broken at last as those slender dark hands grip and pull at his waist, followed with a push against his rear. Oh the message is certainly loud and clear, producing a soft sound of excitement from the seraphim.

Much like Lu, Lucid has the patience to wait. It is not like the angel came down with intentions to court the Prince of Pride from the start. No, those feelings tiptoed in after months of building their relationship from the ground up. The commitment and intrigue of getting to know just who the Morningstar truly is, his work, his life, his dreams.

Yes, the dreams of the original dreamer are still there.

It started as a showman with all the pride to impress. The sharp grin and theatrics of a man at the top of his own world. But slowly, surely, the stage lights dimmed. The sparkle showed signs of tarnish. The roar of the spectacle began to quiet and Lucid saw the first glimpses of who the Morningstar kept hidden from view. He did not rush in and try to make it better, to hug away that pain, longing, betrayal, anger or fear. So similar and yet so different with the ways they both came to know their woes. So the Angel continued to come back, stayed and listened, offered a hand to grip through those harsher, stormy days. Gave space when the other requested it as such. Give and take, push and pull. They did so for each other, slowly coming to understand what the other needed. Like the moon and the tides, the Sun and the seasons. Together they unknowingly planted the seeds that sprouted into feelings that neither could have imagined. Tended this garden in their hearts until it bloomed with the emotions that brought them here to now.

Cheek-on-cheek, Lucid’s lips part with a soft breath against the other’s skin as a tender hand traces along his jawline. A delicate, sensual feeling that melts the seraphim on the spot as their lips then meet. He feels Lu’s tongue begin to explore, a snake exploring the nooks and crannies of his mouth, to which he eagerly welcomes. Tongue sliding past tongue, the sweetness of their taste prickling along his buds. Blue hues fall half-lidded, the taste of true forbidden fruit luring him in deeper, craving his new partner. A kind of hunger the seraphim never knew could be experienced, a flame sparking in his core. It travels up his spine with a pleasurable shudder and sinks to his groin. The kind of heat that must have been ever present in The Garden once, the need to have the other and to give all to him in turn.

And then, their tongues and lips separate, leaving Lucid with a newfound high. Leaning into the hand on his cheek, the angel sighs softly through his nose, blinking heavy lidded eyes that glow with that new fire of yearning. His own mind now travels a distance and back in a second, riding the arousal and excitement like wings in an hot updraft. The grin upon his face widens at Lu’s words, meeting the sweet kiss with a growing feverish desire. Tight, assuring arms squeezing around him are greeted with a gentle moan, the sapphire seraphim pressing himself deeper into the devil’s embrace.

“Lu~ Lucifer. My shining starlight, most stupendous dream. There is no other place I want to be than with you. You are pleased…and now, I hope to give you pleasure.”

Memory of the outfit flickers at the back of Lucid’s conscious, lost in his lover’s smile and embrace, and the heat that pulls him physically closer to Lu. One hand continues to rub and knead a thumb into the spade tail while the other reaches down, trailing fingers along the fabric of thigh. Fingers grasp, wrapping into a gentle yet firm hold, massaging a thumb into the inner thigh as his backside pushes subtly against his partners groin. All subtleties are out the window for them both now, their intentions loud and clear for one another.

Gaze, transfixed, heavily lidded, relaxed yet filled with a new anticipation between the two. Little had he noticed that his thoughts had betrayed him, the tiniest protrusions on his forhead had begun making themselves seen and his eyes had begun to flood a fiery red, gold irises replacing the former rubied; must've been al of the spade-play bringing out his more carnal urges.

It was true, the proud tempter of time immemorial did aim to tease, to entice and collude; leading those who may fall into his midst astray; down paths they often would not tread alone otherwise but there were times where he also did aim to please, a need to be praised for what he could generously provide.

And so here he found himself, entangled in the arms of one who had chosen to take him for a lover. Yes, his angel had practically fallen into his life, very much unexpectedly. And now Lucifer, the very King of Hell himself was going to show this untainted, pure loving creature exactly how grateful he was for everything he'd brought back into his existence. Light he had let dim.

Delighted, and all the more satisfied when he sees the look on his sweetheart's face when his obvious arousal is not only noticed but well met with more applied pressure, he can't keep himself from gripping just a little more, at either side of the seraphim's hips, tighter, pulling him in and pushing with the slightest movement. A not so subtle hinting at his intentions for this night, now that they were here, together. And all he wants is for this angel that had found him to experience absolute pleasure, to surrender to the moment so the devil could be witness to it being painted across those porcelain-like features. That would make it all worth while, making clear exactly why even he, the devilish charmer who had been lost to depression, could be brought back with new purpose, with a new partner to please, to enjoy existing with.

But it wasn't just about the act, it was the sharing, the intimacy, the build-up. Why had Lucifer waited, what had held him up, well, he actually hadn't been in any rush and he certainly didn't want anything to feel meaningless. Not like what the kids these days would refer to as a hit-it and quite-it sort of scenario. Those could sometimes be the worst, in his opinion. Not that he was against any one night stands given certain circumstances but Lucid had been something different, intriguing, something—special from the get go.

He wanted it to matter and for his partner to not only feel completely loved and appreciated but know that they were.

Maybe he was just some old-fashioned fool in that regard.

His sapphire seraph plays coy and further teases at a taste.

The offer dances through his ears so playfully that his already widened, sharpened tooth-filled grin manages to split across his features to a surprisingly wider degree before his next swift movements leave his lips less than an inch away. He then halts, stealing a glance before resting his left cheek against his angel's right cheek, his left hand slowly lifting to caress gently near his beloved's jawline, all in seconds until at last the delicate warmth of his own lips meet the other pair waiting for him, inviting, ready for him. the next motion is made with that forked tongue, proficiently slipping in to find the warmth and wetness and sweet taste, like honeyed apples that he had guessed would be there, just as his partner had so coyly teased. His tongue, explored, mingled, slid along with the greatest ease, like he knew his way around from beginning to end and he made no hesitations about it before he retreats. Just as a taste as was the offer thus far. A confident, self-satisfied smile still on his lips.

"Delectable~" he hummed.

There was a heated energy resonating between them. Lucid had expressed such a candid want for fulfilling Lu's needs and desires when the Demon Lord's only want and desire is to do the very same for his one and only. He wants to laugh but only smirks in a dreamy state still holding his love's cheek, lightly with one hand.

"Angel cake, you being here, with me now, that pleases me, don't for a minute think it takes more than that~" he adds with a deep breathy chuckle, moving close to plant a small peck onto those still inviting lips, his arms wrapping around again in another reassuring, tight hug.

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From atop his seaside cliff home, Lucid could sense the approaching storm long before the first dark headed reared up on the horizon. The Light Keeper had been busy with his laundry, hastily shoving the articles of clothing off the line into his wicker basket before sprinting for the tower. Up the spiral staircase he trodded, over 250 cast iron steps carrying him to the metal grate landing of the lantern room. The hulking, glistening Fresnel lens turned steadily at the center, casting beams of light through the catadioptric prisms that made the apparatuses look like a comprehensive beehive made of glass and iron. Inside, the heart of the lighthouse glowed, a single flame casting its celestial aura. It could cut through any darkness or fog; the light to guide all souls safely home again from the cold dark waters of the sea.

The man made quick work over checking over the gears and pistons, ensuring the lens would continue to turn smoothly. Unlike other lighthouses, this flame required not an ounce of oil to keep fed. Lucid clasped his hands together, murmuring the Light Keepers prayer before turning his attention back out to the horizon. To his shock the storm had practically tripled in size already, the flashes of lightning flickering within the thunderheads. Stepping down onto the gallery deck, the young blond leaned onto the guardrail, blue hues squinting at the looming squall. Before his eyes the storm changed its ferocity, churning the waters to wild white wash and thundering waves. Lucid had seen plenty of storms in his day, seen all their temperaments and fury. But this…it was as though it had malice of its own, the cunning to change its charge. In the distance he could make out the visage of a ship caught in the storms grasp, tumbling and tossing like a toy in the bath before the sheets of rain made a white out screen from his view.

His heart practically leapt into his throat at the sight, wanting to take flight to try and save the souls in peril. But a howl of the approaching storms winds physically shoved the young man back, rattling the protective glass encasing the light. Lucid retreated inside, battening down the tower and his attached home. As much as the man felt the urge to rush out to help, he knew he could not abandon his post. Should the light go out, countless other lives depending on him could be lost.

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No storm lasts, and its energy finally ran dry. Stepping out into the sunlight, Lucid noted the wind damage to his home. He did not linger to assess more thoroughly, pulling a rusted bicycle from the shed and hoping on. Peddling furiously, the young man flew down the muddy path from the sea cliff down to the stretch of beaches. Prayers whispered off his tongue for the souls lost in the storm and for guidance to find those that may have survived. Upon reaching the beach, Lucid hopped off his bike and began jogging the buffered sea front. After running the length of the beach and following the string of ocean washed debris, the first sign of hope came into view. A large figure strewn upon the sand, sputtering and lurching with curses. Without hesitation, Lucid ran down to the man, hollering as he approached before crouching down beside him.

“HEY!! Are you alright?! Sir? Hey!” Pulling the cap off his head, Lucid held it up to shade the captains face from the harsh sunlight, his own messy blond hair tussling in the salty breeze. “Mercy, you are really alive. Are you injured, sir?”

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A brisk wind blew, harsh droplets of rain along with briny sea water hit against the Captain as he shouted instructions out to those within his crew as they continued to be carried along the turbulent ocean beneath the hefty vessel. He appeared determined, locked onto some invisible goal that remained just out of his reach.

The storm clouds overhead threatened to rue the voyage as they darkened and gathered more fervently.

Still, this was nothing Adam hadn't seen before, he knew just how to navigate any waters, be they rough, violent or otherwise. It was almost as though he was made for it.

Yet, even with all of his decades of mastery beneath his belt, something or someone seemed to be working against him and his ship on this particular occasion.

The temperament of the clouds turned an unusual darkened tone, winds picked up at an immeasurable speed, and a maelstrom began to swirl.

"what. Tch, Oh, Fuck it all! FUCK YOU! Y'damned accursed, wretched fiend! You think you can take me out like this!? I was gettin' close, wasn't I!?" he began to laugh like a madman as the ship was pulled beyond the point of any manageable steering.

"I FUCKING knew it! i was fucking close!"

The wheel at the helm slipped from grip and spun wildly, he fought to grasp it again but it was all at a loss. Backing away, he called out in the thundering storm to his crew before the entire ship was enveloped by the sea and swallowed.

When he awoke, slowly, sputtering up water from deeper within his lungs, he cracked an eye open, then the other, the bright sunlight pierced through causing him to blink several more times until he could focus. But he didn't move much, not just yet, the pain was making itself known and so he lurched. "Ah, fuck!" he winced and groaned.

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