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Answered some ASKS that have been sitting in my inbox for a minute!! And also caught up on some discord roleplay that I've been putting off for a while.

Next order of business that I'm setting up to do is starters that I owe some very patient friends on here! If you don't see your name on the list, feel free to dm me or reply to this!

- brokendreamscreation with Lucid and another with Little Lucid

- morningstar-the-king-himself with Luce, Jackal, and Lilith

- copaceticjillybean with Jillian

- littlehell-painter with Faylith

- heavensxgates with Adam

- hellmxses & voxuli with the three Vees

- multicoloredspider-andfriends with some appledust

- more-things-in-heaven-hell with Samael

- pentious with vaggie, rosie ×2

- rradiio with Alastor × 4, Feitan, and God

If I had promised or expressed wanting to rp with you in the past or you would like to have a thread with me and you don't see your name here, I do accept ask prompts for rp or you can comment on this post/dm me for what sort of plot you might like!!

I'll be hopping back onto regular replies by this weekend after all starters are written and sent out!!

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Do you like scenting?

“…scenting? Like, for me to do it or have it done to me?” He’s not sure how to answer, precisely, but an attempt will be made.

Lucifer leans back into his rocking chair and thinks, idly rocking back and forth as the seconds pass. Eventually, he says, “I do like holding onto things like old clothes or perfumes and candles that remind me of people I care about, and I do find those comforting. I also like the fresh scent of newly washed sheets or recently cut grass, and tend to roll around in that. Does that answer your question?”

It’s somewhat down played, since he has fallen out of the habit with Lilith as her absence extended over the years… but when he was upset it was deeply comforting to have her old clothes on hand and breathing in her scent to soothe himself. And for a time, whether she went on tour or later vanished — one of her shirts was wrapped around a pillow and cuddle with while he slept…

He didn’t realize until sometime later that he accidentally pavlov’d himself to taking comfort in his OWN scent, more accurately when he’s a little sweaty or unwashed, since he had avoided washing the shirt to keep from losing her scent… only that had long since faded, leaving only his own behind. That had broke him for a time and he did end up cleaning it as well as deep cleaning his room from the upset that had caused.

Suffice to say that he’s learnt his lesson and tends to fetch fresh shirts or clothes to cycle them all through to avoid this from happening again with future partners.

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For sinday; is your cock shaped like a human's or is it different?

Lucifer damn near spits out his tea and starts coughing — this is beginning to be a pattern. It’s almost as if the faceless grey entities wait until he’s drinking something to start up their antics with him… Well, he’s bound to answer them in some capacity, so here went nothing. So shameless.

“Well, to start with,” he begins with a huff, setting down his teacup and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe off his mouth, “rather bold of you to assume that I even have one as the norm. Angels, at least the early ones like myself that predate the creation of concepts like ‘gender’ or ‘gentials’, don’t have any reproductive parts. Hell, we weren’t even made with digestive tracts or holes down there. No belly-buttons either.”

Not that the question was about if he had one, he knows, but it’s the groundwork for what he was about to say next —

“If I want to shapeshift and create a body part, it’s whatever I want it to be. A cock, a cunt, or even a cavernous maw with teeth — I’m not limited in that capacity… but I suppose in the moment, I tend to match how my partner presents, whether they are more standard ‘human’ or had other distinguishing traits, and lean towards that. If I’m pleasuring myself, I don’t need to form anything for that. I can be aroused and relieved of it in other ways.”

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If you are courting someone, what do you normally like to do?

“Make and give personalized gifts, certainly, though I must say I do that with anyone I like, since it is a way to show that I care…”

Lucifer hems and haws, “Honestly anything I would do for someone I would like to befriend, I would do for someone I could like to court, just perhaps with more frequency. I would give them the lion’s share of my time that isn’t already alotted for my daughter or duties… I might linger or find excuses of any kind to engage in conversation. Or make late night calls or visits after their work or business for the day. Invite them with more and more access to private or personal things of mine. Give them more of my vulnerability.”

One must keep in mind that he rests somewhere on the aro-spectrum while also being polyamourous, so he has a hard time distinquishing the line between friends and someone more than that — and unfortunately he does not have the words to describe what he is identity-wise nor the self-awareness for it.

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Who actually runs Heaven? Do you think they are all brain washed up there?

“…Hm… Well, as a disclaimer, you will have to keep in mind that I haven’t once stepped foot out of Hell since my sentencing — aside from the few times that I had been successfully summoned outside of the barrier to Earth… and my contact often supremely limited to a select handful of individual that had been tasked with my… handling and Hell’s management. Generally speaking, it was often only Adam, young Sera, and very very occasionally Michael — though it isn’t a good sign if I must speak with him. Sometimes one of the Exorcists would deliver a message through the Embassy, but it’s not common…”

More to say that he doesn’t know anymore the state of affairs in a modern setting, only what it used to be.

“Father was never one to rule, and mediated only when disagreements couldn’t be resolved amongst ourselves. He had the final say in everything and anything… but on a more case-by-case basis when more and more new angels were created — and certainly after the seperation of sky and sea to make a place for Eden — generally the very first angels, known as the archangels, communally made decisions. Seraphim were not uncommon, and while archangels could be seraphim, not all seraphim can be qualified as archangels — whether from being split stars or being created after the Seperation, and naturally being younger took their cues and guidance from us… Then the other angels were born, not created, as children of curious seraphim experimenting with creation. And then the angels further bore even more. A hierarchy began to emerge.”

Lucifer creates from his magic imagery to follow; of two six-winged beings seperated only by halo and wing size, a four-winged individual, and a two-winged one.

“The archangels formed what is known as the High Council — and each member held a specific duty as they came of age and recieved a Gift. There were primary members and secondary ones, those who held Gifts and those that haven’t yet recieved theirs. I imagine now that it hasn’t changed since I was… the last one to recieve any and there were a few more archangels that had yet to be given one. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that the Lack is what’s causing the issue.”

The fallen took in a deep breath and released it in a slow sigh, “I don’t believe them brainwashed or anything so severe — I believe them angry and on guard… and directionless, without the Father’s guidance which has now been severely limited. I would not call Him what one would define a ‘God’ anymore; but a flawed and inconcievably powerful individual. I think they took cues from His rage or stoked it in their own. The rest either have only known this new status quo and not once questioned it, are afraid of the consequences of falling, or already in the process of falling if they haven’t yet fallen themselves. What is left… currently sees no need to change.”

It wasn’t as if there was any way for anyone to know for certain what was happening up there these day, lest of all him.

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What kind of offerings do you accept?

“Oh, that’s a new one! I like that — I like that! Fantastic question!”

If he’s to be answering things at all, things of a less personal nature were more pleasant to answer.

“Generally when it comes to offerings or sacrifices that can be made to me for blessings or summonings, there is only one general rule to abide by: it must be sincere. If it means nothing to you, you are given nothing in turn; there is no magic to that. I’ve recieved offerings and sacrifices of all kinds in the millennia that I’ve spent down here, nearly twenty thousand years, nearly as long as humanity itself. I keep them all in my palace with me or out in the Forest outside. I make a point to go out to the altar to see what had been left for me, if anything. Sometimes nothing comes, sometimes offerings spill over the stone edges, waiting for my answer.”

A vague gesture is made at his music room and the instruments that line one wall. “I got those from master craftsmen. I have a room of old toys and jewelry. Walls filled with paintings. Food I’ve consumed of all kinds from all walks of life… An Archive, where I keep their prayers and pleas in their files… because all that have ever reached out to me end up down here with me, no matter their reasonings. Even if the prayer was one that no one else answered because no one else would listen. The fact I did was enough to punch their ticket… I tend not to anymore if it’s not addressed to me.”

He still keeps all the Santa letters though. All the lost messages in bottles. All the letters that never get sent. All the journals and notes and vents scratched down on paper and burned or discarded.

He keeps them, safe and sound.

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How fluffy are you?

“Pretty fluffy, actually!” Raising his eyebrows at the unexpected question. “And fuzzy in others. Most of my lower half is all long fur, as is the majority up my arms, before it shortens to a sort of… velveteen peach fuzz. Not quite skin itself, just very short fur. Think a closely shaved cat, perhaps, that is normally a long hair? A lion’s cut, maybe.”

To give an idea, it wouldn’t be out of place to mistake him for a faun or a satyr. He’s even more fluffy in his dragon form or even just with his wings out.

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Do you like to be manhandled?

Ohoho, boy oh boy, DOES HE!!

Lucifer is struggling to try and keep a straight face, but his angelic glow is giving him away — the man is incandescent and illuminating the space around him in a warm soft glow. He covers his face as if not being able to see the faceless entity might spare him in turn from being percieved.

“…………..yes, please………..” His voice is small and sweet.

Even more so, it’s not particular hard when he weighs only ninety-pounds soaking wet and isn’t very tall compared to most sinners. Or angels, really.

Being the strongest person in Hell that can’t die, sometimes it’s nice to be the one roughed up a bit, at least for the novelty if not the thrill.

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Do you have a type?

Lucifer has been staring at the question for a while now, and still has about as much of an idea of an answer as when he started.

The concept of a ‘type’ eludes him.

If one were to list out his subconscious prefences in no particular order, they would be as follows:

+ Taller or bigger than him

+ Either need to bully him (not out of genuine hate or meanspiritedness) or be sweet as a kitten (brats can count, just need to bring out his protective instincts)

+ Willing to rough house or is a cannibal

+ Independent when on their own, but are equally emotionally clingy when attached

+ Kind to Charlie, tough love is more than okay, but no being cruel or harming her out-of-pocket

+ Willing to comfort him when he finally DOES show weakness in being vulnerable, willing to protect HIM

Not all of these strictly need to be present, but they do apply for getting his interest.

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"I love your form, and when I mean SHEEP I meant, to not go with the crowd~"

“Oh…” Yes, certainly feeling a bit foolish now, but he’s mainly flattered by the complement. Enough to go up and seek some form of touch from the big stag, grabbing a hand to guide to the top of his head, holding it there with both of his. Then bonking his face into Wylder’s chest and nuzzling.

“…Well, if you do form a herd, wouldn’t I be following the crowd then by default if I’m following you around?” He’s being ridiculous, but he’s not sorry about it. In a softer tone, he continues, “I think both of your forms are astounding and handsome. I’m rather partial to them.”

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Lucifer yelps, dropping the munster cheese slices and squirming, hands clinging onto Wylder’s arms as if frightened that he might be dropped. He’s not very used to people just plucking him up, even if it was rather easy for a person to do. In his shock, he doesn’t even resist as he’s placed down firmly on Wylder’s lap and held there.

He’s got about a second to consider his new position, having forgotten what the consequences would be for cheesing Wylder again in his eagerness to tease. Lucifer’s swiftly reminded in the next moment as something soft and cylindrical slams against his rump!

He’s been never, and he means ever, been spanked in his life!

Bleating, the devil squirms, craining his neck and trying to look behind him, “Wylder! Wha- IS THAT A CHEESE LOG??”

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“It can be, if someone is aiming to capture you instead of merely incapacitate. You’re much too strong for normal means…”

The mention of seduction interests Lucifer, making him straighten and pay close attention — just to burst out laughing at the fluttering lashes. Something about it was just — so unexpected. Endearing. Cute.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give you that if you can keep it up. Never expected you to play coquettish on me, but I like it.” He starts to fiddle with the latch, taking his sweet time and paying more attention to Wylder and the blood on his mouth than what he was currently doing. Not like he had a particular need to rush this.

Wylder paused mid bite, blood dripping from his bottom lip as he thought that over. He didn't think about that. "That's a thing?" He asked now directing his attention to the bars.

"I supposed I could seduce the nearest angel to let me go then." Wylder was only wearing some tattered pants, so all he could really do his flutter his eyes at Lucifer.

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Approached the cage and crouching down beside it, "Annnnd what're you going to do if it's made out of angelic steel, hm? Marked with sigils to keep souls in?"

Lucifer's interested to see if he can escape without aid, but if it came down to it, he would dismantle the damn thing himself. The question was who was the culprit... and what did they squirt in there??

He's just sitting there chewing on the meat casually. "I can get out if I want to."

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Lucifer, unaware of any ticklish weaknesses (that he may or may not share), shook their pinkies on it with a half-smirk before letting go. So prickly, this one. Now the more he gave Alastor a fair shake at knowing him, the less annoyed it made him in turn. Actually, it was growing a little funny how much the guy hemmed and hawed before accepting things offered to him with no real drawback attached. Suspicious, always.

There’s a brief warm surge at the contact, like a small snake threading through their joined fingers, before it faded away into nothing. Bound.

“Would you rather we do this in one of our penthouses here, or shall I take you over to my estate for a bit more privacy? I’m not particularly fussed, but I’ll need to pop back by my place anyway to get the necessary supplies. It would just be us two over there, no extra pair of eyes that might stumble upon something they shouldn’t see.”

Too focused he is on the thought of getting to both spoil and push Alastor’s boundaries, that he doesn’t consider how revealing that final bit of information was to a very serious weakness that could be exploited in the right hands. Or wrong ones.

A scoff, but Alastor didn't exactly deny any of that either. He also wasn't about to make him admit it.

Hmm, his discomfort level was what would determine how much he could make Lucifer suffer? Never thought he'd be rooting for his own discomfort like this...

He wasn't about to admit one of the main reasons for why he was so reluctant to give this idea a try, but he was pretty sure his own body's reaction might 'out' the little secret. No matter...he could mask it.

"An honest attempt...fine," he eventually decided. He wouldn't admit, but the safe word idea did make him feel a bit better, knowing he had an out.

A red tipped finger reluctantly hooked into the devil's.

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“I am creation both haunted and holy, made in glory”

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Lucifer heard their approach, elven ears twitching at the slow gliding of scale on the carpet, the low hiss of the tail and its many eyes being dragged through the plush texture. Even so, he trusts them enough to keep his back presented to them, merely adjusting his hold on the whittling knife and clay miniature bird (a pigeon, if you must know) so that he could safely lean back against Pen without jostling anything.

He had opened his mouth to greet them, intending on inviting them to stay and snuggle as its been a moment since they’ve shared each other’s company — only to hear… that instead. Lucifer’s mouth remains open and her remains not having said anything, taken back.

Less because of the subject matter itself or that there was an underlying request for reassurance — for possible participation — and more that, well, he didn’t realize that was something that Pentious did as a sinner. Perhaps it should have been more apparent to him, the eggs didn’t come from nowhere after all! It just hadn’t — occurred to him. The obvious that their ‘boss’ may have… brooded them. Interesting.

For now, he croaks out, “Con...gratulations?”

Oof. Nice work, genius. Lucifer sets down his tool and project to instead rest his own hands over Pen’s, thumbs warmly caressing the knuckles in a bid to soothe no-doubt-frayed nerves. “I don’t know what this means, but I’m happy to support you, Pennie. I need a little more detail there.”

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So. Passionate kissing, yes, lovely. Sloppy make outs, surgery, caressing.

But Pen felt it inside today.

Brooding season was approaching, a terrible blight that came with the miracle of eggs. Maybe it was the inane biological process that needed to happen, maybe it was another punishment. Either way.

Pen approached Lucifer, fragile and guilty. He's been so lovely to them, how could they possibly ask for something like this out of the blue? Everything else had pretence. This was just... Senseless.

They can't help but rest their forehead to the back of his head, hands on his shoulder blades in humble supplication.

What do they even say-- "I'm brooding." They just come out with it, hoping their proximity is enough, that they don't need to say it.

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Bright orange eyes examine everything, the shifting of Adam’s expression the slow churning of dirt in his mind behind brown eyes. Something like an animal given voice, even animals know how to speak and communicate if one knows how to listen, and this being seemed akin to one — or someone freshly made, but not of clouds and stars.

There is no fear to touch, to rest his hands over Adam’s cheeks and then along his stubble, so new and prickly! “You don’t glow, not every much, it’s so faint. A man? Man. Mmmmaaaaaannnnn….! Do you know what I am, Man Adam? Or where you are? How old are you? Do you like it here? Have you seen other angels here? There’s one called Gabriel that this Garden belongs to, and Sera who makes sure Gabe and I don’t go overboard with evolutionary branching, and sometimes!! Sometimes Raphael comes for a visit, but he doesn’t like the dirt very much and the bigger animals like the tigers scare him — he cries pretty easy.”

He doesn’t seem to mind that Adam wasn’t much for words, rather, Adam’s existence in itself seems to be cause for excitement and inspection. Lucifer’s grey hands reach down and take the human’s hand to hold and look over, squishing it lightly and ‘ooh’ing over the lively pulse he could feel.

If Adam were to voice his slow ponderous thoughts, find some voice to ask permission, to be free to think and therefore be for himself — wouldn’t that be a blessed thing? To see what he might grow and turn into? Endless possibility teems in this sacred place, all the man would need to do is reach out and grasp it —

Lucifer beams up at him and flutters his bright gold wings, flexing them. “I’m feeling pretty happy right now, how about you?”

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While Lucifer is speaking, well consider him really confused dark brown eyes look at Lucifer without breaking eye contact for a minute at all. his mind of dirt is one without much thought, life is more painless for the brainless. They look so much alike? he's not designed to examine anything. Feeling a little awkward, the first man gives a smile it seems--- that's what one is supposed to do? it seems so. Lucifer is the first speaking creature here he's met that is what to Adam makes him so odd! he's so--- something? Adam is at a loss for the word, well whatever it doesn't matter Adam guesses. Eden is a safe place and the turf is smooth nothing matters it's just life " I'm a man, the first one. Father. I'm Adam. " He explains slowly, That is what he's been told by Sera and he's only repeating what she told him mindlessly. Lucifer the bright morning star? he might not be the brightest bulb in the box but he can see that they seem--- to be the same kind of creature that Sera is. Is he from the stars and clouds too? he's not sure it. All he knows is his own name, his purpose is the first man in existence and that it's his duty to work Eden and look after it and his bride is Lilith who he loves with all of his heart, his other half of his heart like yin and yang, the perfect couple heaven made soul mates. Questions, what could he ask?, Lucifer sure has a lot, it seems to be something then once again, akin to a fledgling learning from their angelic parent copying everything they do that is exactly what Adam is doing. He wants to ask for permission, however Adam doesn't certain that's how it works right? the man is very new to the world and is still being introduced to things like trying to figure out how his new legs work.