By Reblogging This Post You Affirm That Your Ask Box Is A Trick Or Treating House This Halloween. The

by reblogging this post you affirm that your ask box is a trick or treating house this halloween. the porch light is on, there's pumpkins, there's candy. let's all go to each other's blogs and get treats🖤

actually i didn't respond to your message bc i love you and wish you the best in life and you're my friend forever and i love you so much

Can you do lucifer accidentally becoming his female form and his male bisexual s/o’s flustered reaction, no smut just FLUFF!!!

yes ofc! i haven't written for my bae Lucifer in FOREVER so i hope this makes up for it!!

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Lucifer hadn’t realized what had happened. 

he was casual as he yawned and stretched, getting out of bed. he slid on his duck slippers and white robe, not noticing anything different, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. when he felt the minty foam, Lucifer looked in the mirror, his tired eyes turning startled. 

his? her? Lucifer didn’t even know how to refer to himself properly. 

i mean, this wasn’t the first time that this had occurred. in fact, Lilith had asked him a few times for Lucifer to become his female form during intimacy centuries back, but Lucifer had never been able to do it without thinking. he accidentally swallowed some toothpaste, nearly hacking up half of a lung in the process. 

“morning handsome,”  he heard your tired, gravelly voice, followed by a yawn. Lucifer ducked his head down, rinsing his mouth. he touched his face in the mirror. it was softer, rounder. his hair was still blonde, having its stray pieces, but a little more curved. his lashes were longer, lips were plumper, and his chest... his chest was soft. hesitantly, Lucifer put two hands on his chest, feeling the weight. 

“oh, unholy Hell... i haven’t seen this side of myself in years,”  Lucifer breathed. he didn’t want to be cocky, but he might’ve just fallen in love with himself again. 

you came up behind Lucifer, not noticing anything since the back of him hadn’t changed one bit. you tenderly kissed his neck, eyes closed as you nestled close to him.  “hey,”  you purred. your voice still had remnants of sleep, but you were still dopey and in love with knowing Lucifer’s warmth was against you. 

squeaking, Lucifer turned towards you, his long lashes fluttering as he blushed a shade of sweet marigold.   “oh, uh-hey babe,”  he spoke. his voice was softer too; more feminine.  

your head perked up at this, finally taking in Lucifer’s transformation that had occurred overnight.   “oh babe...”  you whispered. Lucifer turned a brighter shade of blush, looking away as he muttered poorly,  “i know. you probably don’t even like gir-” 

͏ Lucifer was cut off with the sweetest kiss he’d felt in years. his eyes widened, and he hummed, kissing you back lovingly. when you pulled away from the passionate embrace, you smiled as you said,  “Luci, you’re the prettiest man, and woman, i’ve laid eyes on. i haven’t changed my mind about you for one second.” 

the declaration made Lucifer well up with tears. he sniffed, and quickly wiped them away.  “you really think so?”  he asked with a smile. 

you began to stammer and blush, really taking in Lucifer’s form. his rosy cheeks, sweet little smile, blonde curls, big, doe eyes, his soft chest... your hands came up reflexively to grab his hips, eliciting a giggle from him. Lucifer was softer in his female form.  

“i mean it.”  you whispered, burying your face into Lucifer’s neck, pressing delicate butterfly kisses to the skin, making him shriek and laugh. he was very ticklish, so the sensation made him feel all warm and fuzzy. 

you could definitely get used to this.  

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my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker

That high heels tell me otherwise.

sorry y'all, this character sheet I'm working on is a cis guy 😭(joking)

how is piracy bad? it’s sharing. and sharing is caring.

It's been a week... Since I started Johnnytober. Normally I wouldn't be saying how many days have passed but with the fact I without YouTube it's worth it because I don't have much to do.

I mean, god I do have a lot I can do but I simply... Hate myself. There's no other words. When I stuck in place all I can think is ending it all.

Fucking hell, I going to have to block certain tags on my tumblr because I see "men don't interact" about how much men are vile creatures and I think "well there's a way to resolve at least one of this issues and it's with a bullet to my head." Jesus, is not even funny anymore.

I'm volatile it seems, probably because of the depression Im carrying. I hate this bloodsucker, draining me even if I literally just breathing.

I don't know what to do. I not actually having "problems" my life is good! I mean, as better as it can be. My parents are wonderful people to me (even if they are kinda homophobic, didn't tell them the spy I am lol) I spent my day "relaxed" but still feel like I want to disappear.

I want to scream, pull my hair out, beat my head in the wall until I go unconscious. I not brave or stupid to do it, and sincerely wish I was.

I telling you all this because, well I can't say it at real life. Only thing people can give me are sweet words that don't mean anything.

...

Well, I guess that's all. Trauma dumping on social media, let's go... Eh...

Johnnytober is certainly helping me, even if it's kinda word vomiting. I don't care if it doesn't get many hearts or reblogs. I know how to get them, it's a social game where you play what everyone wants to see.

I want to write what I want to see. It's egotistical? Extremely. But fuck it, I don't care. That's what I taking this, or what's to understand. I going to continue to scream, make art by cutting my heart and letting it all here.

Thank you for the people who see what I do and interact. Thank you to the mutuals I have. Thank you.