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  <title>Lucifer Morningstar</title>
  <subtitle>take THAT, depression!</subtitle>
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    <name>Lucifer Morningstar</name>
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  <updated>2025-11-28T14:15:10Z</updated>
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    <title>Trapped [in the scary box]</title>
    <published>2025-11-28T14:15:10Z</published>
    <updated>2025-11-28T14:15:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, maybe he'd messed up a little in his desire to make up with his daughter and now, he's paying for it. Everything's gone quiet in this big empty warehouse of a space, the room impossible to see into as dark as it is, and it's left him utterly alone with his thoughts. Around his limbs that are slowly going numb as time ticks on he can feel the warmth of the holy steel, faintly echoing the throb of his heart, making a prisoner of his body while the silence does the same to his mind. The latter, for someone like him, is infinitely worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves him there to feel like an utter fool, of course it does, and worse that not only does Vox know the ugly truth of his punishment, but so does &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;. The sinners that he only kept in any kind of line through that great deception now can make everything just that much worse. How is he supposed to protect Charlie from their filth now when they know not only can he do nothing for her, there's damn little he can do for himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he tries to help the ones he loves, he just makes it... worse. Charlie screaming at him, anger and tears in her eyes, it just keeps playing on repeat in his mind, only as the night goes on to be replaced by her mother. Just how angry will Charlie be with him when she finds out he's gotten himself stuck like this? The abuse his own mind forces upon him drags him further and further down that spiral until his head sags, body slumping as much as it's able in his imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thisducks&amp;ditemid=2658" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2024-02-22:4165021:2178</id>
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    <title>The Consequences of Our Actions [psl for sindicates]</title>
    <published>2024-06-27T03:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2024-06-27T03:17:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://thisducks.dreamwidth.org/2178.html#cutid1"&gt;Sometimes, our actions have unexpected consequences. Other times, we are willingly blind to what the known consequences will be.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thisducks&amp;ditemid=2178" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2024-02-22:4165021:1491</id>
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    <title>The Choices Made [for Daily / admonish]</title>
    <published>2024-05-15T01:06:05Z</published>
    <updated>2024-05-15T01:11:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://thisducks.dreamwidth.org/1491.html#cutid1"&gt;Sometimes, the choices made are ones we live to regret and sometimes, others will regret more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thisducks&amp;ditemid=1491" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2024-02-22:4165021:973</id>
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    <title>꒰ა Saved Threads ໒꒱</title>
    <published>2024-03-17T05:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2024-07-27T21:05:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9725899.html#comments"&gt;Lucifer and Adam hate sex, leads to absolute heart break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9794847.html?thread=4040420383#cmt4040420383"&gt;Prisoner of War AU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9847245.html?thread=4056916429#cmt4056916429"&gt;Angel shoots his shot, bags himself a devil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9847245.html?thread=4056544973#cmt4056544973"&gt;Top or Bottom, Adam and Luci make a deal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9951374.html?thread=4090539662#cmt4090539662"&gt;Body Swap Dream with Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/10006680.html?thread=4100060824#cmt4100060824"&gt;The Twins first time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://damnatus.dreamwidth.org/419.html?thread=419#cmt419"&gt;Eve Returns to Ruin Lucifer's Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thisducks&amp;ditemid=973" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2024-02-22:4165021:560</id>
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    <title>The Low Hanging Fruit [for ontheair/thelittleapple]</title>
    <published>2024-03-17T00:27:29Z</published>
    <updated>2024-03-17T00:46:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/9741884.html?thread=4029994812#cmt4029994812"&gt;continuation from this bakerstreet meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ And Alastor lands on the thing that Lucifer has wanted to do, again and again. It feeds into his beliefs, the endless shadows and demons that speak whispers into his thoughts, the plague of Humanity's evils that his fellow angels had cursed him to always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then his daughter had held out her hand, telling him her lofty dream, golden and bright, and asked him to believe in it. All he wants is to support her, to make the only thing he ever made that he could be proud of shine as brightly as she can. It just... doesn't stop the reality of his life. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving would hurt her more. Being here brings my name to the hotel. &lt;small&gt;[ For all that he's certain he doesn't quite live up to said name, he does as well as he can. More so, it's not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's scared they'll come for her. With Adam's attempt on Charlie's life, the Accord he set with Heaven is broken- the Hellborn are no longer safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, not even himself, will stop him from defending her. She is worth everything to him. More than anything. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thisducks&amp;ditemid=560" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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