Good Change Happens Slowly
simplydongless:

Ugh offended how dare you touch my host you’re fuckin dead buddy

simplydongless:

Ugh offended how dare you touch my host you’re fuckin dead buddy

theworstkindofsinner:

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at Satchel. "I am not dying."

"Yes you are, dear. Now listen to the man and ‘eat some fucking popcorn’". Lucifer mumbled something about everyone conspiring against him. "When I was still alive, it was saved for large and important events. It was hard to come across. And usually only used in cakes and other sweets."

He took a drink and the popcorn once it was ready. Might as well help Satch with his load.

"Everyone’s dying. Its just a matter of when." He scoffs a bit, sipping his drink and leading them toward the theater. "I guess there’s a lot more of everything now. There are machines that help tend to crops now, put water over them, till dirt…though a lot of people are trying to stop eating sugar now. Its not exactly the best for you." He rubs his neck, and goes into the dark theater, hesitating for a moment, and waiting by the door for the both of them to come in, visibly shaking in the much darker theater.

simplydongless:

Not sure how to finish this but i proud

simplydongless:

Not sure how to finish this but i proud

Change for the Better

Its twilight. The sun hangs low in the sky, just barely visible over the circle of trees, and Satchel prepares to rest while there’s still light in the sky. Its much harder to succumb to your tiredness when all he can see in the darkness are those narrow, red slits…and he’s beginning to think he’s imagining them. They could be there, yes, but…Danny didn’t notice them on the few nights she’d woken up to his squirming into the safety of her jacket. She reads under the shelter, quiet as Satchel walks over, and sits across from her.

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simplydongless:

Oh no he blush

simplydongless:

Oh no he blush

simplydongless:

moar nsfw-ish face sketches

lol forked tongue what a nerd

simplydongless:

moar faces

No dream accompanies this night. She does not sleep.

No lie. I don't think my grip is that strong, but apparently it is. It also means that it's better for me to pocket important pieces of paper than carry them; I've crumpled one too many of them. I meant in general. You'll recover from the panic attack the red stuff caused. Danny will return from her visit with Temperance. She'll stay with you and you'll stay with her.
Anonymous

He listens quietly, and nods, looking down at the Anonymous’ arms, seemingly impressed, even though their strength seems to trouble them. “…Heh…you’ve helped a lot, you know.” He gently bumps his forehead against theirs, and slips down, legs winding together to stand up on his own.
She’ll stay with him…and he’ll stay with her…
“Danny’s a lot stronger than I am, really, she…well…she doesn’t need me half as much as I need her. Its odd…depending on someone like this.”