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….

(Softly) Holy shit.

Ugh, I am overcome with the fiercest desire to work on my female jazz singer!Alastor AU… 😭

Wait for me, my languishing serials. I have not forgotten you…!

...might have teared up a little when I opened bsky and found this. ❤️

I highly recommend "masochistic rapture" by wyldefire: archiveofourown.org/works/556592...

And because I can't help myself, a BG3 rec: All Our Missing Parts by Viraaja archiveofourown.org/works/507059...

Right??

…now I want a potato.

Instead of flowers, I will present your with bouquets of potatoes.

Stunning design!

Me, too! (Happy birb wiggles)

As some who gets up most days before sunrise during the winter months, it is sending me into a PANIC when I peak out the window and it is bright out. 😅

But, hey, that means summer’s on its way. 😎

Congrats! You won therapy.

YAY, TATO! 🥔🍠

Of course the coward uses a guest account to spout their BS. And they are literally misusing the word “literally.” 🤦‍♀️

Your work shines so much brighter than this slop. So many people love it. I love it. Seeing a new story from you makes my day. ❤️❤️

Aww. 🥹 Thank you, Tree. ❤️❤️

I'm always so touched when I see that the same user has left kudos on several of my fics in a single day. 🥹 Like, thank you for checking out almost my entire ouvre when there are so many other great fics out there. ❤️

All of his tools are gone. Lucifer blinks at the empty pegboard above his workbench. He can just make out the silhouettes of where his saws and rasps and planes had hung for centuries, protecting the wood beneath from the touch of time. A quick check reveals that his chisels have vanished from their box. Hell, even his marking knife is gone. His paint brushes, however, are right where they should be, and his clamps and sandpaper blocks are still in their respective drawers. Lucifer finally understands the shape of the situation when he finds his drills still in place but none of their bits. All of his tools aren’t gone. Everything sharp is gone. Lucifer sinks down on the stool at his workbench, watches absently as several months of dust drift in lazy motes through the light that comes in through the windows. The workshop feels worlds apart from the hustle and bustle of the hotel foyer several stories below. There had been a near-constant stream of new arrivals ever since Vox’s failed attempts to take over Heaven had broadcast the proof of Sir Pentious’ redemption to all of Pride, and it had been all hands on deck at the Hazbin Hotel to try and keep up ever since.

Vaggie kept the administrative gears churning along while Charlie and Husker led activities and group therapy sessions—after Charlie had given the former overlord a long, remedial session about appropriate methods, of course. Even Alastor actually seemed to be taking his duties seriously, keeping the facilities in proper working order and greeting new guests (read: scaring would-be trouble makers into obedience with his radio-dial eyes and jaunty threats of violence). Meanwhile, Lucifer had hovered on the peripheries, his desperation to be part of the realization of his daughter’s dream matched only by his fear of fucking everything up yet again. After all, the last time he had tried to “help,” he’d accidentally become the lynch pin for the near dustruction of all of Hell and Heaven. So Lucifer had watched from a distance until the day a beaming Charlie had pulled him into the fray with a job she was certain was absolutely perfect for him. If Lucifer hadn’t already loved making breakfast, then getting to do something he was actually good at for Charlie would have easily made it his favorite meal of the day. He had quickly settled into his new routine, waking up early to whip up plates of pancakes and stacks of French toast for the morning breakfast service.

And somehow, despite a lifetime’s worth of evidence that Lucifer will find a way to fuck up, it goes… well. So well, in fact, that it didn’t even bother him when a bitchy Radio Demon insisted on being in charge of brewing the morning coffee because Lucifer “cannot be trusted not to desecrate it all with cream and sugar.” How could a little thing like that bother him when he still remembers the day when Charlie showed him that a picture of his pancakes topped with his signature 3D ducky butter pat was the most liked photo on the hotel’s Sinstagram account? For the first time for as long as he can remember, Lucifer’s days are filled with purpose and laughter and everything feels good and right until he invariably says or does something that sends a flicker of panic into Charlie’s eyes, and it hits Lucifer all over again that the three blurry days he spent in an involuntary psyche hold in Belphegor’s hospital weren’t just a bad dream. Lucifer rests his elbows on his workbench and drops his head into his hands. How is it possible to have all the knowledge of the ages stuffed into his brain and yet be so fucking stupid?

He knew it wouldn’t work. Heaven would never have given him such an easy way out. His damnation was meant to be eternal, after all. He knew it, and yet he’d done it anyway. Fuck, you’d think he would have learned his lesson the first time. Or the second. Or any of the times after that. But no, he just had to go and try again.

It's been a minute since I last shared a #appleradio WIP. First part of a commission piece in which Lucifer is trying to move on after attempting the unthinkable.

TW: non-graphic mentions of previous suicide attempts.

Aw, sad lil' snek.

Fun fact: I am the least qualified person to be writing complex formulas in a Google sheet. 😅😅

Born to write fics where characters get down in the sheets. 🌶️
Forced to write formulas in Google Sheets. 😒

...hot <3

Oh thank goodness 😭

What’s that you say? I’m stuck in a small room with free coffee until a client signs off on my work?

Oh, no, whatever shall I do?

(Opens her #RAAtoZ2026 doc)

Guys Amir is writing a Hazbin Star Trek AU RIGHT NOW on YouTube get over there and DONATE and enjoy the show 🍿 #hazbinhotel

I’d join this religion

I WAIT FOR YOU, BB

I have been and continue to be absolutely spoiled by @bleakcinema.bsky.social. I laughed. I kicked my feet in delight. I screamed into my pillow. RUN, don’t walk, to read to fic.

...how'd you get this video of me?

IT IS TRUE. HUSBAND CONFIRMS.

.....FUCK ME, I FORGOT BIRBS.

And this after I have come to accept that I am, in fact, part bird.

OMG I missed that you'd tagged me in this first! 🥺

But hey, um... since you like traveling...

...come to Japan.

The most winning of combos~