I just want everyone to imagine how beautiful a young!Lucifer would be dancing at Coachella. Tank top far too loose and slipping off his shoulders, showing off his tattoos and collarbone. His limbs are equally loose, buzzed and high, hair sticking out obnoxiously. Sunbathing on the lawn and singing along till he’s warm and lazy with happiness. Patron Saint of Coachella.
name: georgia birthday: march 3 zodiac: pisces single or taken: taken height: 5’5” i think???? eye color: light blue middle name: my great grandmother’s maiden name favourite color: dark grey lucky number: 3 or 333 because my birthday is 3/3/93 (and there’s a story from my mom’s waitressing days too.)
hogwarts house: hufflepuff. favourite fictional character: annie leonhardt, ezio auditore da firenze, lucifer (spn), a.j. crowley, aika fuwa, favourite television show: used to be spn. maybe baccano! or psg. or justified. favourite season: i like them all for varying reasons. describe yourself in a few words: flailing cursing mess of a procrastinating worrisome gal with a pretty good imagination. future children’s names: i’ve got no fucking clue. meaning of your name: i was named after ray charles’s song. ultimate otp: sam/lucifer what do you plan to/do for a living: i want to be a military psychologist/counsler. also webcomic artist on the side. starbucks WAWA order: half decaf, one splash of regular, and the other half is irish cream.
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: in the middle leaning towards introvert?? dawn or dusk: both righty or lefty: righty. coffee or tea: coffee but only wawa. rain or shine: thunder storms reading or writing: both come on
the archangels are violent and wrathful; they’re world-breakers and they’re vengeful and oh so petty
people love gabriel, but he slaughtered people for fun— to ease his boredom. still, he only killed the people that he believed deserved it; despite everything that he tried to do and claimed to be, he couldn’t really separate the burning need for justice that comes with being an archangel. he can try to hide who he is, but he’s never going to be able to fully escape heaven
and lucifer has been served so many injustices in his eyes that he’s out for blood— he never wanted to be dragged into this war, he never wanted to be called the Adversary, but he’s going to live up to his fucking name. he’s going to make heaven pay for their crimes against him. he’s going to bring down humanity for causing all of this, and he’s going to laugh as he steps over their corpses.
and raphael’s so full of wrath— so full of anger with this war; so empty of the compassion that would come with being a healer. raphael is similar to michael in that they will both dish out god’s justice; they will follow orders entirely.
michael (oh heavenly viceroy; the great prince and the protector of humanity) is such a good example of how the archangels are wrath and vengeance personified because he’s doing this for god— there’s no way that the blood on his hands could stain his grace and make him unworthy, because the ends justify the means. he’s the good son; he’s never going to be tainted by the lives he’s taken (but they’re dragging him down, and his grace is gushing out blood. he’s going to be haunted by the ghosts of every single creature he’s murdered in the name of a god who doesn’t even care enough to come home).
they’re all out for blood; they’re going to burn the world down around them because it’s the right thing to do in their eyes.
i just like the image of Gadreel angry that Lucifer coerced him into opening the garden gates to the point of pinning Lucifer down and fucking him hard, and with Lucifer under him, hands clawing the dirt, moaning and laughing at Gadreel for thinking fucking him hard would be a form of punishment and not reward