One Of My Favorite Video Games!

Projected my chronic insomnia on Lucifer and doodled him going around the hotel sleep deprived as hell (lol)

wearing a duckie blanket I found online. this is the ominous thing btw:

The Atlantic

The Abortion Absolutist

Warren Hern has been performing late abortions for half a century. After Roe, he is as busy with patients as ever.

This was an interesting read. Surprisingly nonpreachy given the subject; and well worth the time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Triad of Hearts. 🎀

Your love life has been a whirlwind of emotions, but you never expected to find yourself at the center of such a complex dynamic. Alastor and Lucifer, two of the most powerful figures in Hell, have come to an unusual agreement: to share you. Though the tension between them is palpable, both are willing to put aside their differences for you.

In the early moments of seeing them together, the atmosphere is a mix of tense curiosity and the elegant disdain characteristic of Alastor. In a lavish drawing room, illuminated by golden chandeliers and adorned with Alastor's eccentric decorations, you find yourself the center of their attention. Alastor, with his radiant smile and theatrical demeanor, strives to keep the situation light and entertaining. Though his smile never fades, you can sense the cool aversion he holds towards Lucifer.

Lucifer, with his majestic presence and air of aloofness, regards Alastor with a look that speaks volumes. Yet, you can't help but notice that his focus is entirely on you when you speak or move. The tension between them is undeniable, but when it comes to you, both seem to agree on one thing: their love for you is strong enough to endure each other’s presence.

Intimate moments become a spectacle in their own right. Alastor, ever the showman, ensures that every gesture and word is infused with passion and drama. In contrast, Lucifer envelops you with an unexpectedly tender touch, showing a gentleness that contrasts with his usual stern facade. Each has his unique way of expressing love, and while their methods sometimes seem at odds, you find beauty in the blend of their styles.

When alone with Alastor, his demeanor becomes more serious. Despite his exaggerated personality, he reveals a more vulnerable side, showing that his devotion to you is genuine. However, the presence of Lucifer adds a layer of complexity to his behavior; at times, his jealousy surfaces, though he strives to hide it. The rivalry with Lucifer is never entirely absent, but the fact that both are willing to tolerate each other for your sake shows the depth of their feelings for you.

When you're with Lucifer alone, you experience a more reserved and contemplative side of him. He takes the time to discuss his feelings with you, often revealing the internal struggle he faces in sharing your love with Alastor. Despite his reluctance to admit it, his actions demonstrate a deep care and commitment that go beyond appearances.

Together, the three of you find a way to balance this complicated relationship. Although the tension between Alastor and Lucifer remains a constant, you realize that their love for you, in its diverse forms, manages to maintain a certain peace between them. The dynamic may be turbulent and challenging, but it is also intensely passionate and unique.

Each day is a blend of intrigue, love, and a healthy dose of infernal drama, but in the end, you come to understand that what you share with them is something truly special—a connection that, despite its complications, fills you with a happiness you never imagined finding.

048

I think he would look cute with skates :3

I wanted to make something like a centipede on his tail

Lilia Vanrouge: Light of my Life

Exposed LEGS??? 😡 In the middle of WINTER?????? Cover up, slut/j (His dragon claw slippers and big bow headband are so cute though 😭)

Rise and Shine!

A beacon of light burst through darkness. The curtains hadn’t been fully closed last night, letting the sun steal in, bleeding heat into Lilia's man cave--and into his eyes. He shielded his gaze and squinted into the morning rays that crept around his arm and the cracks between his fingers.

The sun had come for him, whether he wanted it to or not.

“Nngh… So bright," Lilia muttered. He flopped onto his belly and hugged his pillow against himself as if it, too, was meant to protect him from that shining star. "Morning already? I must've blacked out after that intense gaming session."

Guess I'd better get ready.

Tucking and rolling, he expertly leapt out of bed and onto the floor. A covert maneuver, one learned in his days in the military. On the field, he'd conceal himself in a bush or amid the trees--but these days, his blanket sufficed, clinging to him like a cocoon.

The distinctly burrito-shaped Lilia stuck his feet into a pair of slippers-- garishly designed to resemble a dragon's claws. With a yawn, he shuffled down the hallway and entered the washroom.

Lilia glimpsed his reflection in several tall mirrors as he passed them. All that tossing and turning had tousled his hair like a salad, slashes of magenta running into raven streaks. He grinned, playfully running a single pale finger against his pouty mouth.

I truly am the cutest, most charming pretty boy in the whole world~

Thump, thump, thump.

His reflection was unmoving. Beyond the door, coming from the corridor he had entered from, came a flight of footsteps. Far away and faint, undetectable to most.

His pointed ears perked, his interest piqued. My, it sounds like someone else is up.

Lilia's lip curled, mischief sparking in him.

He scampered to one of the vanities at the end of the washroom and climbed onto it, snuggling neatly into the nook and out of sight. It was simple to do with the blanket draped over his petite frame. From a distance, he could easily be mistaken as a mirror covered by a cloth, like some ancient relic stored away in one's attic, yet to be unearthed.

Lilia laid in wait.

The footsteps continue, progressively growing louder and louder. Then came the door creaking open. Movement. A figure coming into view, unaware of the impending scare. Head turning, calling out to nothing.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Now.

"BOO!!"

Lilia launched out with a ghoulish shriek, fangs bared and face contorted hideously, like a creature from a horror film. He extended his arms, throwing his blanket back. It billowed from his lightning-fast leap, a vampire's cape fluttering in the wind.

He pounced on the intruder--on you--tackling them to the floor.

You screamed, and it was music to him. Delight feathered in his chest.

What a fun reaction. They're almost as cute as I am!

"Gotcha~" Lilia poked the tip of your nose. You blinked up at him, still dazed from his loving glomp. "What brings you here to Diasomnia so early in the day, hmm? Did you perchance drop in to pay this adorable, fresh-faced lad a visit?"

"You caught me red-handed," you sighed in defeat. "I thought I could get the jump on you, but looks like my plans were foiled."

"Kufufu. You're still a few hundred years too green for that. Consider trying again in another century or two."

With a laugh, Lilia rose, helping you up as well. He looped his blanket around your back, swathing you like a child and pulled you close, your chests flush with one another's.

"There we are, up and at'm!" Lilia chirps, vigorously ruffling your head. It was left as messy as his was. "You came all this way to greet me, so I should return the favor by entertaining you while you're here."

"Y-You barely look ready yourself though," you pointed out.

"There's no reason why I can't do both! I'm an expert at multitasking!"

You stared at him, raising a brow doubtfully. For as long as you had known the fairy, Lilia had been nothing short of disorganized. The souvenirs scattered in his bedroom, the surprises he was so fond of. "Flying by the seat of his pants," as he called it. "I'll figure things out eventually... right?"

Lilia laughed softly. "I can tell by that look of yours that you don't believe me. I'll have to put all of my efforts into proving you wrong then~"

He shifted, and you moved with him, still cushioned by the blanket at your back, a sling which he controlled. An abrupt turn. You swung, Lilia did too--and you realized he was leading you in a dance.

"What does this have to do with you getting ready?" you wondered--but you didn't complain, not when your heart was fluttering like it had wings of its own.

"Why, I'm charging up for the day! It just so happens that you're my battery. If sunshine drains me, then you're the light that restores me."

"... Is that really how it works?" The question was slow and incredulous.

Lilia chuckled, sounding less like the youthful school boy before you and more like the wise sage that he was. "Cross my heart and hope to fly."

"Whats on your mind, my little bat? Youre awfully distracted," A gentle kiss pressed between your brow, "Well...more so than usual after our love making sessions," Lilia purred as you lay upon his bare chest, the fae rubbing circles on your back after a tiring nightly routine. You gave him a playful smack against the chest at his snarky words before flashing a smile amd resting your head against him once more.

"Just...same as usual," you sigh, staring out into seemingly nothing. Your eyes were full of conflicting emotions, nastologia, worry, contentment..."I just wonder how everyone is doing."

Lilia knew you were speaking about your past, the time in which you had prior to coming to Twisted Wonderland. He would sit and listen and comfort you and your worries, however this time he couldn't help but feel his heart twinge in sadness and felt compelled to ask a question burning in his mind.

"...Do you regret it?" Although he still had a smile upon his features, he avoided eye contact. A sign of his discomfort and sadness. You immediately sat up, taking Lilias cheeks into the palm of your hands forcing his gaze to reach yours.

"Never," you sternly stated. "I may wonder how the people of my past may be doing, but I will never regret choosing to stay here with you than go back to that place. You are my home Lilia Vanrouge, and I would never want it any other way." Your dulcet words were music to his pointed ears, a smile stretching from one to the other as he peppered your face with kisses and pulled you back down into the sheets.

His very existence reminded you how much every single day was a magical adventure compared to your mundane life from before

And suddenly your inquiries and worries faded away with every kiss the fae planted upon your body.

It gave me serious Diasomnia vibes, especially Lilia Pop Club. So I had to get it.