#pridefell

[xluciifer]

[ Looks at @k1zty, @pridefell, @gethellbcnt, @jizzlords, @cxncrie and @hclluvahctel. ]

I see the finish line ... I'm almost there guys, thank you for being so patient with me. 🥺🥺🥺

I'm almost done ... with everything.

[spidersins]

i know we dont talk but i absolutely adore your angel, the love you put into him, the adoration you have for him and how you portray him is so beautiful and so lovely to read. i enjoy seeing you on my dash and whatever you are up to every time, be it as angel or as yourself.

youre a joy to see on here. i hope life will treat you well ♥

i was going to respond to this earlier but i got all sappy and emotional so im just....thank you so much for this message <3 i adore writing this idiot spider so much, and i'm so touched that you enjoy seeing me and him on your dash - my dips are always sudden and sporadic, but messages like this really do help an insane amount and i'm so thankful you took the time to message me. i love your portrayal and always look forward to seeing you on the dash!

also we should definitely talk more plz and thank youu bc you're wonderful okok

[originemesis]

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

"Is it really ignoring if I have you perma blocked and you just keep hacking my new shit through discord just to spam cringe duck gifs at 4 in the fucking morning though?"

[sainticidal-arch]

@pridefell / plotted starter.

heaven sure had the gall to demand anything of michael, let alone this. when the verdict was passed, and delivered unto michael, she could scarcely believe what was being asked of her. cast out lucifer, and close the gates behind him. it was madness, sheer insanity, that she had not outright refused. for his crime, to her, was nothing worth the punishment. but the seraphim spoke and michael, ever the dutiful son, listened. was this truly the will of Him? His whims and demands? or was this a game played by the seraphim, a test of will? of how far the angels would bend until they would break?

her sword, ever sheathed at her back around him, now drew into her grasp. he was, what they referred to, her twin. part of her, made from the same stardust in the cosmos, two halves of a celestial whole. her sword remains gripped tightly in one hand, with whitened knuckles and a blade tempered by tears.

a test of loyalty. a dance of death. a mantra of despair. the root of all evil. the first sin. (all he did was love, she cried.) she can't, but she has to. she lets out a heavy exhale. what was there to say?

" i ... " she says, with some hesitance. she is trying, trying to avert disaster, trying to not have to plunge her blade into her brothers heart, (trying not to cry). but the sword in her grasp says otherwise. " ... i'm sorry, for what i am here to do. "

[fizzarollitm]

‘ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be ’ | @pridefell

Growing up, the idea of Lucifer had always been more present than the Lord himself. A distant figurehead in Pride seen on signs and posters; the only connection they had between heaven and hell yet still too high to touch. The only time they ever came close were the cease and desists Mammon used as kindling in the show—

If it were anyone else he would make a joke. Play cocky, coy, sexy, dismissive, heartbroken, whatever the performance requested. But this wasn't just any audience.

" Excuse me ? "

[shathyar]

@pridefell said: i dont think you smell bad, absolutely no fish — id say very sweet ! you smell very sweet !

turns out her husband does know what's good for him, after all. she will grace him with a little kiss on the cheek.

[h0ly]

Have u ever, sera? Sera have u ever — have u, ever have — sera, sera, sera, have u ever kissed kissed fell in love, sera sera, have u ever — serA

does she even want to know.

[arachnaemboss]

palm raised towards unfortunate souls    ❛❛   h-hoes !    ❜❜    a look of pure confusion aimed at overlord    ❛❛   cease hoeing !?    ❜❜    

HAHA

[firstwcman]

@pridefell said, She just has to make her eyes a little bigger, turn a little sad and this man caves

Is that so?

[xluciifer]

It had been officially three whole days since he last slept. Lucifer had been trying, desperately, to escape the hallucinations, the voices of his fellow seraphims telling him to pray and CHOOSE A SIDE. He thought escaping his nightmares in sleep would bring him solace but they adapted, taking new form in torture from the sleep depravation.

( THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP ON TELLING ME I'M CURSED. I'M PARANOID. I DON'T WANT TO MAKE IT ANY WORSE. ) Fear of the unknown preserves a religion. Denounce the Gods where his body went missing.

He couldn't run on autopilot anymore; he once again fell from grace, collapsing on the floor near his bed. Eyes forced shut and welcomed the horrors of sleep. There's DARKNESS and him.

A two faced masquerade dawned his mind with a spotlight ; a ghost of @pridefell painted his face in a mirror, adjacent to him - a reminder that there's another person in his ( SOUL ). He stared.

[ HE knows YOUR NAME. Don't you remember, Lucifer?]

⸺ ❝ Who ... are you? ❞

[spidersins]

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

thank fuck he hadn't been caught in acid rain, that would of been a far less pretty picture.

the spider isn't just soaked, he looks like a drowned rat. fur flattened from the dampness and his hair clinging in soaked strands to the side of his face. he fought the urge to look as pitiful as he felt, flashing the almighty king of hell his trademark smile, voice a playful purr. ❛ ya know, when i pictured bein' soakin' wet with ya this isn't what i had in mind. ❜

[originemesis]

(: lucifer or michael for the kissing meme (:

Oh, he's absolutely making direct eye contact with Lucifer after a lengthy inspection of his nails ends with him flicking his wrist dismissively of the twitching, shark like smile set before him.

"Tch ~ you even have to ask? All righty then. I'll take a tongue fucking with Mic any day over that 4'dick sucking muppet ass excuse of a fuck up fallen angel."

[sainticidal-arch]

michael appears in the midst of a thousand falling feathers and the sound of wing beats (quite the dramatic entrance, even for her), residing only as a guest in the holy grounds of eden. she stops suddenly, stepping over a branch with a short hop, making her way further into the holy site with awe spread across her features. her wings tuck close, something tucked neatly under her arms -- a gift, of sorts? she finds him by the pond, watching for only a few moments while wings idly stretch out and then relax.

" the elders had another argument. " it is all she says, at first. a simple statement, one that the two of them were surely expecting. something about bolstering heavens forces, then an argument against ' why? '. michael did not want either half of the debate. the role of the elders was troublesome, and michael did not like having to be at the centre of such heated debates. / @pridefell

[queenhells]

@pridefell plotted starter.

she lands with a loud thud onto the surface of the earth. (were they still within its embrace here?) brutally cast out alongside her counterpart for simply wishing, for simply informing another. while she lays on the surface, her eyes remain shut for several minutes. the short life she had lived flashes before her, a woman without adolescence or a childhood, a woman fully formed. this was not right. what He did to her was not right. she watches as the scene changes and warps before her, before it all becomes a deafening black void of nothing. lilith opens her mouth, screams, finds nothing that emits. her gaze takes in the inky void frantically, searching for something, anything.

her head throws itself upright, lilac eyes scanning their immediate vicinity. long blonde hair curtains over her body, and she is afraid. afraid of what was happening, afraid of where they were, of what the rest of their lives would entail. she can't have that. lilith can't stand the indecision that flutters around her mind like a moth without precedence. it hurts, her head hurts. there is crimson that seeps down her forehead, a delicate touch taken to it before her trembling hands brings the truth too close to bear. it frightens her.

this wasn't earth. this wasn't the garden. (she did not know the gravity of what she had done.) lilith does not wait around to find out where they are; after a moment of recovery, she stands with trembling legs, like a newborn fawn, barely able to see straight. she takes a step, stumbles to the ground once more, and opts to half-crawl half-walk over to where she sees another. her hands wave away the chains that dragged them down, then place firmly on his shoulders. a shake. a sob racks her throat, keeps itself lodged there like a dam, and she shakes again.

❝ ... lucifer! ❞

[jizzlords]

@pridefell said: ✋️👁👄👁

oh hey. didnt see u there... 👁👄👁🍑

[origiinis]

│╱ ﹫𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻 ╲ │…—… XXX

❝ dude don't fuckin' JUDGE ME. you don't GET to judge me ! at least MY dick looks NORMAL ! your meat probably looks like a CORKSCREW or some shit. ❞