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Let’s talk about the water situation down in WV. The water is now FLAMABLE. Seriously, guys, don’t touch it don’t drink it don’t use it.

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Whumptober Day #1 “Shaky Hands”

Hey guys!!! I’m so excited for this month!  I’m gonna dedicate this one to @the-wandering-whumper because without darling Marie’s encouragement I never would’ve started this blog nor had the courage to do Whumptober.  So thanks hon, I appreciate you lots.  So enjoy some Lucifer and some shaky hands y’all.

Link to ao3 if ya wanna read it there!- https://archiveofourown.org/works/20856719

The first time he’d done this, he’d had Maze do it.  Not that he hadn’t wanted to do it, but that he didn’t think he could finish it once he started.  The physical pain had its own point to be said, but he didn’t think he could truly cut off his own wings.  He flew with them, wrapped himself up in them, he took care of them, they meant a lot to him.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to let go of the only thing he had left of his family and home, no that wasn’t a thought at all.  It most certainly not that he cared about how his angelic nature affected him, or how sometimes his wings were the only thing that ever proved to Lucifer that his father once loved him before the Rebellion.  Simply that losing his divinity was going to be painful, both on his mental state and physicality.  That was all.

He had been holding Maze’s knife in his hands for who knows how long.  His hands shook under the weight of the knife.  He could do this.  He could do this alone.  He hated his Father will unparalleled fury, he could spite him again.  Last time he did this, he had collapsed to the beach, laughing, crying and cursing his Father with every choking gasp.  So he did make sure to have plenty of his pillows available for this time.  Wings meant nothing to him, especially wings that his Father was using to try and manipulate him.  His Father couldn’t have forgiven him, as Lucifer did not ask, nor want, his forgiveness.  Especially after everything that happened with his mother.  If He couldn’t forgive His own wife, He certainly wouldn’t forgive His most rebellious son.  His Father wasn’t capable of that kind of love.

So back to the dagger.  He had to fumble a bit, but eventually he got at the top of his new wing.  The blade rested on top of his right wing.  He could do this.  He could definitely do this.  His hands weren’t shaking, they weren’t.  He wasn’t scared to cut them off himself.  He wasn’t scared to cut them off at all.  He simply knew it was going to hurt.  He hated causing himself pain, except when he knew he was getting something from it.  Maze could always spice up their bedroom activities with her knives.  It always gave him a bit more thrill.

This was not thrilling. His feathers ruffled, as if sensing what he was going to do.  He had to do this now before he psyched himself out of it.  There was no other choice.  He couldn’t keep the bloody things!  He wouldn’t allow himself to be put under his Father’s manipulations again.  He was Lucifer Mornignstar, the Lightbringer, the Adversary, the Devil himself.  He won free will.  His Father could not control him.  If Maze wouldn’t do it, if Amenadiel wouldn’t do it, if none of his humans would do it, he would.

The first strike was honestly the easiest.  His body hadn’t quite registered the pain yet, so he pulled the knife down once more.  Then the pain hit him all at once.  He couldn’t keep the scream inside him, and he dropped to his knees, sending shockwaves of pain up and down his back.  He forced himself to rip through more muscles, tendons, bones and flesh, he could feel he was almost done with his right wing.  One more ought to do it.  With the taste of blood in his mouth, his tongue in between his teeth, he brought the knife down, slicing off the right wing.  Thankfully, Lux was a club, and screams were not something that anyone could hear over the music. The knife clattered to the ground as Lucifer’s hands could no longer bear it.  The stump screamed with him, and his left wing hurt, hurt, hurt, screaming out for its twin.  Unable to take the pain, Lucifer grabbed wildly at the knife, cutting his palm open by doing so and in one long, agonizing drag, he freed himself of the curse his Father put on him.  He fell headfirst into the pillows he had arranged, and screamed.  Eventually, his tears of pain started to become tears of laughter as he felt the freedom of being without wings.  For a moment, or a week, he wasn’t sure of the time, pain and rebellion blurred together.  He was sure he spoke but he didn’t know what he said, he was sure he laughed but he didn’t know what at, he was sure he cried but whether it was pain or spite or freedom or grief he wasn’t sure.

When he did eventually come back to himself, he found Amenadiel standing over him, looking horrified.

“Brother, what have you done to yourself?”  Amenadiel whispered, as if trying not to spook his brother, his hands hovering over his back and torn wings.

“I told you.”  Lucifer hissed, unable to contain the tremors now all over his body and out of his hands.  “I wasn’t going to let him control me.”

“Lucifer you’re-” Amenadiel stopped, realizing the pain Lucifer must be in now that he was wingless.  “Come in, let me help you to your bed.”

“Brother, that’s ridiculous coming from you.”  Lucifer laughed.  He wasn’t entirely sure what Amenadiel said was funny but he was laughing all the same.

Amenadiel rolled his eyes, and gently touched his brother’s back.  When Lucifer didn’t scream, he was able to get his arms around his brother to half-walk half-carry Lucifer to his bedroom, setting Lucifer down on the bed as gently as he could.

“Get some sleep, Luci.”  Amenadiel whispered, then added as if he couldn’t help it, “Why?”

“Because,” Lucifer was just conscious of his answer before he succumbed to unconsciousness, “God has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so.”

Whumptober Prompt #23- Bleeding Out and Prompt #29- Numb

My wonderful readers, who I adore, I have bad news.  I’m sick, like really sick.  I’ve got a fever, nausea, tremors, weakness, fatigue, the whole shebang.  While I do have this one done, I know it feels kinda unfinished.  I can work on it later, when I’m not going to pass out by standing up.  So here’s some Lucifer

tw: suicide attempt, self hatred

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Dying takes too long.  Having died before, Lucifer remembered bleeding out on the cold hard ground but he had only been shot in the stomach.  Now Azrael’s blade had torn up his skin, and the blood wasn’t flowing fast enough anymore.  He had had enough strength to hide the blade where humans wouldn’t find it but his brother or mother would, before he had collapsed behind the bar, savoring his last drink.  Time now felt so strange, almost like it was slowing down, but he knew Amenadiel wasn’t causing this.  He had thought for a moment that one of his other siblings had come but he had already slit his own wrists so there would be no need for them to get involved.  Revenge couldn’t be any sweeter than the knowledge that the great Devil himself, Lucifer Morningstar, has finally had the guts to punish the one person truly worthy of it.  The Apple, the rebellion, Hell, Uriel, it had all added up.  He was the only constant.  It had all been his fault.  Now the murderer, the rebel, the lost and scared little boy who had always desired far more than he was worth, was going to be erased from existence.  Maze, Chloe, the spawn, Doctor Linda, even Dan, they would have to learn how to live without him.  Not that that was hard, really, Dad had always said that Lucifer had more talent making messes than cleaning them.  He thought he could prove his father was wrong about him.  But He isn’t called the All-Knowing, All-Powerful Almighty for nothing, Lucifer supposed.  Why did he have to take so long to die?  Pain had faded a little while ago, now it was just a matter of waiting.  Waiting for this stupid humanesque form to finally bleed out and for the final punishment to end his damn bloody life.

The elevator dinged.

At least, he could’ve sworn he heard it do so.  He wanted to look over and see but he found he didn’t have the strength.  He apparently had lost the strength to open his eyes as well, he wasn’t sure when they had closed but they weren’t opening any time soon.

“Hey Lucifer, I have to go over some paperwork with you.”  It couldn’t be.  Anyone. Anyone else.  His mother, Amenadiel, Maze for bloody’s sake, but not him!

Dan walked around, Lucifer could hear his footsteps, and the barest hint of guilt settled into his stomach.  He may not have been the biggest fan of Detective Douche but he didn’t want the man to be the one to find him, slumped against the side of the bar in the dim light, bourbon glass that once held his last drink, blood staining his Prada.  They were just starting to develop a small rapport together.  After Dan fought off Azrael’s blade, Lucifer realized there was more to the human than he had first seen.  Dan had been so happy the last time he’d seen him.  But of course, Lucifer couldn’t even get his death right.  Always had to screw something up.

Dan’s step faltered.  “Damn it.  Lucifer!  Wake up!  How can you own a bar and pass out after, like, one drink?”  He was walking towards the bar, instead of back to the elevator.

Dan must’ve rolled him over because he moved, but he couldn’t feel Dan’s touch.

“Oh god!”  Dan shouted, and if Lucifer were more lucid he might’ve said the detective sounded scared, even terrified. The sound of removing clothing filled the air and then something pushed into his wounds and he felt the tiniest bit of pain.  That made no sense, the pain should’ve left him by now.

Detective Espinoza yelled into his radio, calling for an ambulance to Lux.

“Hold on, Lucifer, please, hold on.”

Now that was an idea!  Why didn’t he just let go?  Should’ve done it ages ago.  He gazed into the abyss, and jumped.

.............

Dan sighed.  He had no idea how he was supposed to tell Chloe.  They had gotten so close since Lucifer had first crashed into Chloe’s life.  Dan had been jealous, he’ll admit, anyone would be if someone like Lucifer crashed into their ex-wife’s life.  Especially since Dan still had feelings for Chloe, but he never would’ve suspected Lucifer would do something like this.

“I know you’re out there, Mister Sniper.  Shoot me!”

Lucifer’s words had been ringing in his head on a loop.  It had been a few weeks since Lucifer’s unbelievably stupid attempt at drawing out the killer in that case but now it felt like yesterday.  Dan paced around the hospital waiting room.  He had ridden in with the ambulance, using his badge to get in, as they tried to stabilize Lucifer, unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to answer many of their questions.  He knew Amenadiel could do a better job but he hadn’t arrived yet.  Dan had just been pacing, not calling Chloe, going over every interaction with Lucifer recently in his head.  The scars on his back, the trying to put a hit out on himself, admitting he hurt the people he loved most, the… the suicide attempt.  Stepping out in front of a murderous sniper.  He had just thought Lucifer was acting out, or just plain crazy.  He never would’ve guessed Lucifer was actively suicidal, not after the conversation they had.  All he had was flashes of it, he wasn’t sure why, but he knew he and Lucifer had squared a lot of their problems away.  He wondered how a man like that could go from character development to attempting to take his own life.

Biting the bullet, he dialed Chloe.

“Dan, what’s going on?”  Chloe’s voice was tinted with sleep.  “Another case?  Did they find the weapon?”

“Chloe, there’s been… you need to get to Good Samaritan.”  Dan said.  “It’s Lucifer.”

“What happened?”  Chloe asked, and he could hear her racing around the room, probably putting on shoes.  “Trixie’s asleep, I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“I went up to Lux for his statement after the case.”  Dan said.  “So he could corroborate the self-defense story?  I found him passed out… Chlo, his arms were all cut up.  He tried to kill himself.”

A shocked cry sounded over the phone.  “I’ll call Trixie’s sitter.  I’ll tell her it’s a family emergency.  I’ll be there as soon as I can.  Call Maze.  Do you have Amenadiel’s number?”

“I already called him.”  Dan said.  “He’s on his way now.”

“Okay.”  Chloe said.  “Call me the instant you get news.”

“I will,” Dan said, seeing the familiar face but with a terrified look he’d never seen on Amenadiel.  It was so unsettling, made Lucifer’s suicide attempt seem so much more real.  “Amenadiel’s here.  See you soon.”

“Dan!”  Amenadiel ran to him.  “Where is he?”

“In surgery.”  Dan said.

Amenadiel went to burst through the hospital doors but Dan just barely managed to hold him back.

“They won’t let you back there.”

“I need to see him!”  Amenadiel said, his voice sounding as terrified as Dan felt.

“Let the doctors do their jobs.”  Dan said.  “I wanna see him too, but if we go in there, we’ll just distract them from saving his life.”

Amenadiel deflated, and let Dan lead him back to the waiting room secretary.

“There is something you can do, though.”  Dan said, handing Amenadiel the same medical chart Dan was given before Lucifer’s surgery.  “Medical history.  They need it.”

Amenadiel stared at it.  “I don’t know the answer to these.”

“You don’t?”  Dan asked.

Amenadiel shook his head.  “No.  Many of these conditions, he’s never had before but, he’s never been this… sick before.”

Dan understood Amenadiel’s hesitation.  He couldn’t imagine it if a family member of his tried to commit suicide.

“Has he been acting unusual lately?”  Dan asked.  “Out of his normal character?”

Amenadiel thought for a while, as if carefully forming words.  “Our brother, Uriel, died.  Lucifer blames himself.  I wasn’t there, I don’t know the full story.”

“Oh my God, man, I’m so sorry.”  Dan pulled Amenadiel into a hug.  He knew Amenadiel wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch but he figured the man could use a hug after losing one brother and being so terrified of losing another one.

Amenadiel surprised him by hugging back.  They stayed like that for a while.

“Chloe is going to be here as soon as she can.”  Dan whispered as Amenadiel finally pulled back.  “I was about to call Maze.”

Amenadiel nodded, and slumped into a waiting room chair.

Dan took that as his cue and called Maze.

“‘Sup, Douche?”  Maze laughed, she sounded like she was outside.  “Got anything for a bounty hunter?”

“Maze, do you know the hospital Good Samaritan?”  Dan said.

“Uh, no.”  Maze said, her entire tone changing to defensive.  “Why would I need to?”

“Get directions and get over here.”  Dan said.  “It’s Lucifer.”

Maze laughed.  “Lucifer, in a hospital?  That’s a good one.”

“Maze.”  Dan said, and Maze stopped laughing.  “They think he tried to kill himself.”

“He can’t.”  Maze said.  “There’s no way he can.”

“I found him, Maze.”  Dan said, the memory hitting him like a freight train.  He tried to choke back tears.  “You gotta get here now.”

“I’m on my way.”

Dan put his phone back in his pocket, finding that Amenadiel had gone back to staring at the hospital forms.  Dan sat next to him, seeing that Amenadiel had answered at least some of the questions.  It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

Chloe arrived about forty minutes, followed quickly by Ella, who Chloe must’ve called on the way.

“How is he?”  Chloe asked, running to them.

“In surgery.”  Dan replied, giving the same answer he’d been given for the last hour.  “They’ll let us know when he’s out.”

“Did they tell you if he was gonna make it?”  Ella asked, looking almost like a frightened child.  In that moment, he was reminded of Trixie, safe at home in bed, blissfully unaware of the tragedy her family was dealing with.

“They said the outcome looked good but he lost a lot of blood by the time I found him.”  Dan replied, and Chloe burst into tears.  Dan pulled her into a hug, which Ella soon joined in.

“Where’s Maze?”  Chloe said, getting ahold of herself.

“On her way.”  Dan said.

Chloe nodded.  “I’m going to get us some coffee.”

“I’ll go with you.”  Dan said.  “Ella, this is Amenadiel, Lucifer’s brother.  Amenadiel, this is Ella, she works with us.”

Ella then proceeded to slam Amenadiel into a hug.

“He’ll be okay.”  She whispered, though they all heard her.  “I’m sorry we had to meet like this, I love your brother, and there’s no way he’s not coming back from this.  I won’t let this be a part of the Big Guy’s plan.”

Amenadiel looked at Ella in surprise, and gently ran his fingers over her rosary.

“I don’t think it’s part of His plan, either.”  Amenadiel said, as if on the verge of tears.

Dan and Chloe took that as their cue.  As they were filling up the five coffee cups, Dan finally spoke.

“His brother died.”

“What?”  Chloe asked, wiping away at silent tears.

“Amenadiel told me their brother died, and Lucifer thinks it’s his fault.”  Dan said.  “That’s why he’s been crazier than usual.  I don’t know what happened, but Lucifer thinks that his brother’s death was his fault.  And it’s killing him.”

Chloe turned to him in shock, nearly spilling hot coffee all over herself.  “I told him to talk to someone.  I knew something was wrong but I didn’t want to push him.  And now, he’s, he’s-”

Chloe burst into tears all over again.  Dan went to hug her again but she pushed him away.

“We have to be strong for him.”  Chloe said, trying to stem the flow of tears.  “We can’t be breaking down every two seconds.”

Dan nodded, and together they carried up the five coffees.  Maze was there by the time they returned, trying to threaten the hospital staff with her knives.

“Either you let me see him or I’m going to prove to you what Hell’s number one demon can do to a human!”  Maze shouted.

“Maze!  Maze!” Dan shouted right back.  “Let these people do their jobs.  Right now that’s all we can do.”

With one last nonverbal threat, Maze plopped down next to Amenadiel.  He barely noticed her presence.

After an agonizing three hours, a doctor in scrubs finally called out, “Family of… Lucifer Morningstar?”

They all jumped up, as if racing each other to the news.

“We’re his family.”  Amenadiel said.  “I’m his brother.”

The doctor cocked an eyebrow but said nothing about it.

“Well, Mr. Morningstar, your brother is going to make it.”  Dan saw Amenadiel flinch at the name but they all sighed in relief when they heard the good news.  “He did lose a lot of blood, but we were able to repair the damage and gave him some transfusions.  He’s very lucky, we were losing him for a while but, somehow, he pulled through.  It was practically a miracle.”  Again, Dan saw Amenadiel flinch.  “It’ll be a long road to recovery, and he’ll have to stay here until a psychologist clears him, but in time, his physical wounds will heal.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”  Amenadiel said, ever the polite brother.  “May we see him?”

“I’m afraid it’ll be family only, at the moment.”  The doctor said.  “He’s still under anesthesia, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t recognize you, if he wakes up at all.”

“They’re his family too.”  Amenadiel lied, surprising everyone though they tried to not let it show.  “Our Father created them as well.”

The doctor nodded, as if something had been made clear.  Probably thinking that either they were half-siblings or adopted.

“Then I’ll have to limit it to three.”  The doctor replied.  “Normally it would be two, but I see how close your family is.”

Maze and Amenadiel automatically stepped forward.

“Go, Dan.”  Chloe said, gently nudging him forward.

“Chlo.”  Dan breathes, shocked.  He knew she was much closer to Lucifer than he was.

“Dan, you’re the one who found him.”  Chloe whispered.  “You need to see he’s alive more than I do.”

 “I’ll trade places with you soon.”  Dan kisses the side of Chloe’s head, trying to appear brotherly.  Chloe squeezed him lightly in return.

“You found your brother?”  The doctor asked.

“I was the one who found him, yeah.”  Dan replied, trying to not give the whole thing away while answering honestly.

“Did you find the weapon he used next to him?”  The doctor asked, trying to be gentle.  “We couldn’t figure it out.  It was a very unusual wound.”

Dan shook his head.  “No. Only thing I found was a glass that used to contain bourbon.”

The doctor nodded.  Then, he should really get her name, she led them down the corridors to Lucifer’s room.  “Be very quiet and don’t try to wake him.  Just let him wake up on his own.”

Dan nodded for all three of them.

Lucifer slept on, completely unaware of them entering his room, but a flood of relief surged through Dan’s veins.  After seeing Lucifer so pale, so still, so lifeless, seeing him breathe under his own power made Dan’s knees weak with relief.  He was wearing a nasal canula, as many patients often do, but he didn’t have a ventilator.  Dan thought it the best he’s ever seen Lucifer.  He was still pale, still very still, his eyeliner still smudged, but his chest was moving up and down, his heart was beating, and that was all that mattered to Dan.

“Bastard.”  Maze muttered, tightening her grip on a knife she’d snuck in.  “How dare you?”

“Mazikeen.”  Amenadiel snapped.  “That is not helping.”

“How dare he?”  Maze whirled on Amenadiel.  “He doesn’t get to run away like this.  Leaving me here. No way of going back.  Leaving you with no way of going back to the Silver City assholes.  He can’t just leave us here without him!”

Dan put a hand on Maze’s shoulder, ready to yank it back so he didn’t lose it.

Maze snorted, shoving him off.  She perched onto one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, as if waiting for someone to attacking him.  Dan figured that made sense, Maze had once been his bodyguard.

“I’ll go get Chloe in here.”  Dan said.

“No.”  Maze said.  “She’ll make it worse.”

“Lucifer was wounded when she was at home, Maze.”  Amenadiel said.  “He must’ve used Az- our sister’s blade.  That’s the only thing I could think of that could do this damage to him.”

Maze growled.  “Fine.”

Dan nodded, unsure of what had just happened, and simply left to get Chloe.

...

AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/21153110/chapters/50345237

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As someone from an area with a lot of these bastards (alligator snapping turtles specifically, which are much larger), this is all great and true, but I feel like yall are underestimating these guys a bit. Admittedly i don't have as much experience with the smaller ones, but better safe than sorry.

Not contradicting the instructions, those are super good and I have helped snapping turtles across the road w similar methods, but if you're not familiar w animals or not confirdent, JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE and call animal control or your local department of wildlife. I have seen the damage these guys can do, they will literally bite off chunks of your hand or arm. Also, if you do help one along the road, remember their neck is MUCH longer than you think it is, and there's a solid chance when you put them down they will turn and snap at you, so back up immediately. They're faster on land than you think.

Not to ruin the mood of the cute comic (which is wonderful, my only critique is to add that they may turn and snap when you set them down at the end) but seriously, these are dangerous wild animals, please be careful.

trying to decide if i'd rather be a tortoise or a turtle. on the one hand I prefer dry land, on the other hand turtles can breathe out of their cloacae so. it's tricky

tears in my eyes.

park jimin i love you endlessly

faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid

Erm uh beware of this guy? He’s kind of weird and wtf is that profile..

He just seems odd idk I had a weird feeling about him

ALSO @lemonxlimee HE FOLLOWS YOU

Yeah no. I just got a DM from the hacker and they attempted to hack me as well. But obviously I'm not no dumbass and I told the guy to fuck off. This is serious guys please beware.

MY DISCORD GOT HACKED. PLEASE DO NOT MESSAGR ME!! TJUS IS SERIOUS. THEY CHANGED MY PASS AND I CANT LOG BACK IN

the logic check tells me posting while drunk is a bad idea but imagine the content imagine the content i'm so imagining it i'm such sa content creator just like Chase Hunter from the hit visual novel Echo based in the town of Utah where various shenanigans and folie a deux takes place

I was just cleaning my room when I found some of my old photos. Yeah, those days when I barely ate and fainted often just so I could be thin and “pretty” girl. And when it obviously backslashed, my dad gave me the most shit about being “ugly”. 

Yeah, I am so happy I don´t live with him anymore.