Okay Asmo

Okay Asmo

Asmo, Asmo, Asmo

When Asmo was an Angel, this was the general view of him:

And Simeon says:

Imagine being raised with this image of yourself hanging above you.

Imagine living with this image of yourself for thousands of years.

Imagine being raised under the implication that the closest thing you have to a parental figure, keeps you close because you're beautiful. Under the implication that it was solely your beauty that made him praise you and keep you by his side.

Imagine how much that would have fucked you up.

Satan & Asmo are so fucking similar.

Satan believes his ability to provide knowledge is what makes his existence meaningful.

Asmo believes his beauty is what makes him important to Lucifer (and possibly to everyone)

And it's all so fucking sad.

This whole family is so fucked up I can't deal with this shit

Asmo is someone who desperately wants to be loved.

And he works hard for it in the only way he knows how. In the only was he was told would make him loveable. By making himself look attractive.

But there's a huge con to being as beautiful as Asmo is:

It's very telling that the people Asmo spends time with are always referred to as his "fans" and never his friends

He's put on a pedestal by everyone around him (hell he puts himself on a pedestal ) and he's always expected to look and behave in a very specific way and because of that it'll be rare that someone will be able to reach high enough to ever understand him

Not to mention that the fear of being "so beautiful that no one ever understands me" can easily be dismissed as being shallow by a lot of people.

Plus, these "Shadows" which are their inner fears seem brutally honest so,

when Asmo says he hates himself...

This also reminds me of the creators' first drafts/ideas about the characters. How they were supposed to have more demonic looking forms and how Asmo was supposed to hate his.

Because he made himself look good in the Celestial Realm because he was told that's why Lucifer brought him into and kept him in the family

But then they Fall and he looks like a demon. Like a monster.

And in Asmo's eyes, this means he could lose his family.

So as a demon, he goes above and beyond to make himself look good and I'm gonna fucking cry because with this context, Asmo's desperation during the S2 popularity contest is heartbreaking.

In Asmo's eyes, he was fighting against Lucifer himself to prove he deserves his place in his family

So with all of this context,

Levi calls Asmo "his adorable younger brother" and says he's going to find a way to turn him back to normal

Asmo realises that Levi sounds like his older brother and that he actually sounds cool

And that changes Asmo back to normal

Levi doesn't call Asmo "beautiful". He calls him adorable. And there's such a difference between the two.

You can hit none of the marks for conventional beauty; you could look like a very literal sewer troll but someone could still genuinely find you adorable. Your older brother could still see you as his adorable younger brother.

Being adorable doesn't even have to rely on your outer features. It could fully depend on your personality. Unlike when you call call someone "beautiful", by calling someone "adorable" you're being ambiguous about which aspect of them you're specifically referring to. Usually, you mean them as a whole.

Not to mention that Levi easily stated that Asmo was part of his family without associating it to Asmo's beauty

Anyway, I have a lot of feelings about this lesson :)

:

Miscommunication & Misunderstandings: Angst

Satan's Sense of Worth & his Quest for Knowledge

Satan's Hidden Feelings

Trauma and Recovery

ok so I'm going to try out taking requests but it may take a while (...if I get requests) because I'm not that good of a writer. I will try though

Lucifer x Gn!Reader,

Fluff,

572 words.

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I'm pretty sure that if you hold Lucifer face long enough he will start to cry or at least tear up. Hold his face in your warm palm – that he spent the entire evening date night warming up, hands in yours the other one in his coat like you in yours – gently stroke his upper cheek with your thumbs. Gaze into his confident crimson eyes how slowly soften, and when he ask you breathless "What? Did something catch your eyes?"

Just put on a warm smile and place a kiss as light as a feather on his lips and step back, look at his slight frown and glistening eyes, a slight confusion on his face. You both might be out in public and in a relatively frequented street but now he couldn't care less, you just bewitch him and he is enchanted and more than ready to oblige and immerse himself into your warm embrace.

His gloved hands gently grab into your arms and slide up to your hands, warm fingers coiling the upper of yours which had began to cool after a few minutes in the fresh evening air. Him, holding you, holding him.

Hoo... how pretty he is, the shine in his eyes turns into thin watery layer, how threatens to fall into a single tear. It's been pretty tough lately. The comfort you bring him is the only thing he craved lately. His face begins to heat up from the intensity of your gaze now and from how long you've been staring at him without talking. Admiring him. Loosing yourself in his eyes, mind and heart.

He's not use to be seen, not this way, he always was look at, not seen and that just too much for him. Not now. Not outside for everyone to see.

"Listen we shou-"

"I love you. You're so pretty... You deserve all the love I ever give you... And all of what I'm planning to give you..."

Cut him off right away, follow your plan and do not let him one moment of rest, not when you are sure he feel the same warm feeling in his chest as you do when his gaze looked on yours and that he smile at you across the corridor at R.A.D.

Okay now he is blushing hard and probably ready to collapse into your arms. You make him so vulnerable so easily. It's unfair really. He should fight a bit longer but when your loving gaze is on him, he just can't bring himself to shut off his walls like before.

Maybe your plan was to put him into a nice soft headspace, to give him a well deserved rest. And maybe it worked.

Bonus. When you both go back to the house of lamentation, he practically runs to his bedroom dragging you close behind. Not wanting his brothers to see him so flustered and the cause of it with that smugly sweet smirk on the face, his pride already bruised. You both end up cuddling in your night date clothes with him resting on your chest since he trapped you underneath him the second he saw you sat on the bed. You may play with his hair while having a deep conversation with him, slowly soothing him to sleep. He can't say no to you now.

Be proud of yourself! He fell into your trap and he couldn't be happier to do it again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEVIATHAN❗❗

my baby 😭😭😭😭😭

Me honest reaction after watching cool-phool people of Tumblr: 🌹

ben-10 ke ghar se bahar bhi nikalna chord diya hai... 🥹 😂

185 pages through the sunshine court and I can safely conclude that Jean and Jeremy are just solangelo