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houselamentation · 1 year
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MC: You need to stop holding yourself to such high standards. You can't expect to be the best at everything.
LUCIFER: I will have more attainable standards than anyone else by this time next week.
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dcvilgrams · 2 years
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Lucifer: I want to hear those three little words.
MC: I love you.
Lucifer: That's sweet, but try again.
MC: (sighs) I will behave.
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houselamentation · 1 year
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MC, at the top of their lungs: Of all the dicks I've taken, yours is by far the biggest! LUCIFER, in the same voice he uses to discuss traffic: Well, it's a pretty big dick.
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dcvilgrams · 2 years
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MC: Hey, good morning lover.
Lucifer: Oh, hello.
MC: Gotta say, after last night... I'm a little weak in the knees.
Satan: *slams fridge door shut and stares at them*
Satan: Here's an idea. You walk into a room, you take a quick scan!
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dcvilgrams · 2 years
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MC: Lucifer, you love me, right?
Lucifer: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.
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dcvilgrams · 2 years
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the soft is killing meeee~
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houselamentation · 2 years
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Lucifer: I am your master. Address me as such.
MC: Okay, Such.
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dcvilgrams · 11 months
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🎵: what are some song lyrics that make you think of (Xhucifer)?
the last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could first kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything the weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned the final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love — Make This Go On Forever, Snow Patrol
I wonder if you see my insecurities I try to hide behind I couldn't keep my cool, don't think I had you fooled darling do you mind? (oh oh) — Next to You, Of Rust & Bone
there's a ghost upon the moor tonight now it's in our house when you walked into the room just then it's like the sun came out — Start of Time, Gabrielle Aplin
basic ass self-ship asks to make you go feral | my ask
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dcvilgrams · 11 months
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for the self-ship asks!! 😍 🖋 ☕
😍: name (Xhura's) three favorite things about (Lucifer)
his dedication to his family, his work ethic, & his deadpan snark~
🖋: who writes the other sappy poetry/cheesy love songs?
Xhura 100% writes cheesy poems that he never intends to see the light of day... until the one fateful occurrence when Lucifer thinks the notebook is Xhura's for their shared Advanced History course and peruses the contents
(he never tells Xhura he's seen the poems; he finds them adorable—if a little overly sappy—and respects his husband's privacy. he'll share them when he's ready~)
☕: how do (they) comfort each other on a bad day?
after Xhura has a bad day, Lucifer makes sure his own schedule is open—should Xhura need nothing but a little comfort—but he also makes sure Xhura's schedule is freed
sometimes Xhu needs to cook off his stress with a family meal, or go to bed early to sleep it off. whatever it is, Lucifer makes sure to make it happen when what will help becomes apparent
after Lucifer has a bad day, Xhura first makes sure everyone else in the House is taken care of; dinner made and served, homework done, chores too. anything to make the usual duties Lucifer will give himself regardless of his day are taken care of
once all that is done, Xhura opens an antique bottle of demonus, puts on one of Lucifer's favorite vinyls, and sets his husband up for a relaxing evening free of burdens and worries
basic ass self-ship asks to make you go feral | my ask
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dcvilgrams · 2 years
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Guided by the Morning Star
“Caught between a strong mind and a fragile heart.”
       — Unknown
pairing: Lucifer x MC (Xhura Kusumoto) [he/him] word count: 481 rating: general content warning(s): mentions of dissociation (brief), mentions of character death (canon), trauma *reposted from my former side-blog
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“I can’t respond, or react in any way that might tell you I’m listening. But I am. I can hear you. I don’t know how, or why, but it’s something. More than that… when I’m in that state, it’s the only thing I have.”
He’s barely gotten the words out and he already feels another one creeping up on him.
It’s like talking about it was tempting fate. Like they were urging the other reality to rear up and pounce. It doesn’t take kindly to being challenged, it seems.
This time it starts at the base of his spine and crawls its way up. Characteristic of the parasite on his life its become at this point. Just as—if not more so—unsettling as when the pain starts with a (literally) breath-stealing hug.
Which would he prefer, you ask? How about neither.
How about he’s sick and tired of dying, and the fact that either his probably-fractured-beyond-repair mental state or the ever-sadistic Cosmic Forces Above or probably both are trying to spice it up a little just makes him angrier and angrier and ANGRIER!
Not that you can see it on his face.
Xhura can already feel the rest of his senses starting to fade.
That nonexistent pressure building in his chest, the distinct pattern of two impossibly strong arms wrapping around his middle. Each new breath is shallower than the last. Less oxygen to his brain, numbness in the tips of his fingers where he’s already lost circulation.
And as if all that wasn’t excruciating enough…
Xhura really leans into that masochistic streak he’s developed throughout this whole ordeal and makes sure to keep his sight focused on Lucifer right up until it’s gone.
He didn’t want to talk about it. But Lucifer had insisted. The Avatar of Pride had all but begged him for one last confirmation.
“And you’re sure you can hear me? You are certain it helps?”
The human had cupped his clammy palm up against the demon’s cheek. He doesn’t exist in a reality where he has fingers, or hands, or an arm to reach with any more, but wishful thinking helps him remember the warmth, soft skin; the affection that radiated from the eldest brother when they were alone.
“It’s the only thing I’m certain of, Lucifer.”
It hurts. Watching the anguish, the helplessness as it chips away Lucifer’s careful mask of stoicism. Maybe he thinks Xhura’s sight has already slipped away. Maybe he needs this moment of vulnerability… because Xhura knows it’ll never be something he is shown by choice.
Yeah… it hurts as much as dying (again) does, honestly.
But he endures it. Every single time. Because they still don’t know if this time is the last time.
And if it is… then Lucifer is going to be the last thing he ever sees.
He has to be.
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houselamentation · 2 years
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