Luci Headcanons

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YESSS 🫡🫡 I love writing for Sally Face, so this was something I had very fun writing around with🫶🤭

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What would be their type of love language? {Sally Face Headcanons}

~ Sal Fisher ~

Physical touch

- He melts into your touch like a cat laying in the sun.

- He was very awkward with the first touch of anything hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddles, and so on and so forth.

- Only growing more and more comfort in your overall aura.

- Holding hands or minimum pinky while walking and in public, feeling some sort of safety when having you close and being able to easily reach out if anything.

- This also happens with his lack of physical touch of growing up after his mother's passing.

- When your cuddles give him a sense of stability, even more so when waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. (sadly often so)

- The very first time your hands gently cupped his unmasked face, tears streamed down his face, warmth of someone's touch felt healing after such a long time.

Acts of service

- Loved to do even the simplest of tasks for you

- Would help with folding laundry, wash the dishes, making your bed

- Every task turned into a duo project with him around. He refused to let you do chores or anything in the matter of fact alone.

- You're doing the dishes, he finds out and boom he is next to you drying the dishes

- Even bringing you small little snacks or drinks as he noticed your lack of intake for the day

- Legit, if anything can make your day even just a little easier, he simply just does it.

~ Larry Johnson ~

Quality time

- You want to spend alone time in your room? Think again it's alone time WITH Larry in your room

- Even if there was no speaking or interaction as he could be painting and you doing who knows what

- Knowing you we're there, knowing he isn't alone only made him fall more in love with you. (If that's even possible?)

- Larry has to go to the store for his mother? He will drag you along with him.

- Jumps at any chance to have you by his side, even for a mere moment.

- Of course, if you genuinely need space, he respects it and comes back when you feel better. Just know he'll be a tiny bit clingy for the next hours or so depending on how long the time separated was.

Words of affirmation

- This man has a way with words like no other. It's almost as if he has been practising for this very moment

- Coming up behind you with no warning, giving you a compliment

- Daily reminds you how proud he is of you for doing your absolutely best, knowing there are hard times for everyone at many moments of their life

- When in more of a public places he can come up with a few smaller comments such as "You've truly been helpful all day." Or "Thank you for being here with me" and words such alike these.

- Now, when we talk more of private settings, he'll get more personal and sentimental. "You make every moment we spend feel like a breath of fresh air." Or "I am truly the luckiest boyfriend, with someone like you on my side"

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chapter 1 - remembering hearts

In this day of age, being born a human was…well..rare. Since about a thousand years ago monsters and hybrid humans alike have existed. Leaving the human race to become nearly extinct. Which is where the government had decided to step in.. All over the world, governments globally came together to try to save the human kind. Kind of like a zoo. But without the whole…exhibit piece.. Humans would give birth here and take care of their children…when these children became adults, they got to decide if they chose to stay or to go.

Your parents had been a part of those people that decided to go out and try to make it with monsters and hybrids. Turns out, that life is harder than most people think. They had you. You had always been like your mother. Kind and smart-witted. But like your father, a grudge holder. World haters at times. When you were twelve, your parents were taking you out for dinner or ice cream or to somewhere. Your memories are fuzzy due to that trauma sadly.

A drunken monster or hybrid of some sorts crashed its good for nothing truck. Your parents being in the front of their smaller car, being gone with it as it got smashed horribly. You are in the back seat. Buckled. Which is what saved your life. Your legs on the other hand had been broken and beyond painfree.. You had been knocked out from the force.

When you had woken up in the hospital to see a social worker, a wonderful grizzly bear woman named lasswell. (thing about hybrids is that they look human apart from special parts of their features or bodies.)... mrs. lasswell, or kate as she had told you to call her if you preferred, had these fuzzy blondish bear ears with a buff looking stance for a woman.

She had been the only one there aside from the vampire police officer, (who was drinking an animal blood packet, seeming how they usually do in this world). She saw you wake up and had explained very slowly to you through your concussion of what had happened. And that you were out for nearly 2 weeks. You learned that you were paralyzed from the waist down by your doctor when he came in, (he was human- surprisingly!).

After about a month, you got into PT (physical therapy), which was a pain in the ass. You hated it with every cell in your body. It took you what felt like forever to get used to using a wheelchair. You hated moving from bed to chair, chair to bed. You hated that you would need help getting from bed to chair. Chair to toilet. Chair to bed. You hated the fact that now..you’re in foster care. Hybrid and monster children have a knack for being horribly awful to human children. Let alone the human race.

Now you’re seventeen and here you are rolling your ass to a door with your social worker, Kate lasswell. She had already told you the deal with this new home. Their ex-military men. Four of them. Three British. One scottish. Oh! And this is a hybrid-monster home.

made a gdocs OC sheet for Obey Me, since most of the templates I've seen are for artists and the doc templates are just simple txt files. as usual, it's meant to be for ppl like me who love to add a LOT of text <3

It's here if you'd like to use it! Remember to make your own copy -> File -> Make a copy!

Does it ever hit you that because of Frank and Monica's emotional detachment, all of the Gallagher's seek out affection from romantic partners? But like to an almost obsessive degree.

Fiona's is obvious. She's hypersexual and falls in love easily. She will downplay her issues with Frank as something she's grown used to, but it's clear that it still affects her. She also does the same when it comes to Monica but I feel like her hostility towards other women comes from how she doesn't trust Monica, doesn't really trust herself, and sees those insecurities on other women. Ex: Her treatment of Mandy and distrust of her around Lip.

Lip is a classic case of a man dealing with his mommy issues by making it every woman's problem. He's hostile towards his romantic partners when they want a real commitment from him and he talks to women with so much disrespect that it's a wonder someone hasn't stomped his ass out yet. He's especially harsh towards his own sisters even though they've been the one's who have been there for him. He may hate Frank but he's noticeably giving and extremely forgiving towards men, even those he's only known for a short while. Almost like the story about the turtle was just as much about him hoping that he could fix Frank as it was about Frank crushing his hopes of a real father figure.

Ian being groomed is in no way his fault and is the fault of the creeps who pursued him. But I can't ignore the fact that Frank's abuse and neglect opened him up the further abuse he suffered at the hands of Kash and Ned. It's no coincidence that both Kash and Ned shower Ian with gifts and compliments about how impressive, smart, and mature he is.

Debbie 1. deals with comphet in the first few seasons, and 2. Feels ignored by her family so she tries to create her own family. Debbie is visibly the one most affected by Frank's issues and even when she for all intents and purposes gives up on him, it still affects her. Frank's hurtful words about her only finding love with someone "just as fucked up as she is" pushes her to put consider a dangerous situation with Heidi. She's also someone who struggles with control issues because she needs to help other people. She's a problem solver by nature. It's just that the two problems she wishes she could solve more than anything are out of her hands (Frank and Monica). She can't fix Frank's addiction, his selfishness, or his abusive tendencies. She can't fix Monica's wanderlust, her avoidance, or her aversion to long-term commitment.

Carl is so good at masking his emotions. It's easy to miss. But then you notice things like his attachment to Fiona, his absolute devotion to the girls he likes, and his need to protect. Carl is hypersexual, even though I've seen it rarely brought up in fandom, and longs for a long-term girlfriend. When he does get girlfriends he's all in from the beginning. When Carl loves someone he is all about them. He's so casual when it comes to talking about Frank and Monica, but that doesn't mean those feelings aren't there and they aren't affecting him.

Liam is still young so we don't get to see him in a relationship. He's the one Gallagher who's consistently treated like an actual kid. Probably the one who has the best chance at healthy emotional attachments. But then again, Fiona leaving most likely did a number on him and we weren't privy to what that looks like for him because the latter seasons forgot how to do long-term storytelling and emotional payoff. All we know is that he doesn't remember Monica, Frank being gone makes him an orphan and he's worried about where he's gonna live because Lip forgot that Liam was technically under Frank's care. We didn't get to see it, but I'd say Liam's first emotional crash is probably on the horizon.

Free Palestine seen in Chicago

Ghost Lilith

Anybody else sometimes forget about Lilith outside of season 1 unless she's brought up again on, what feels like, rare occasions?

Sometimes I do

I kinda wish she had more of a presence in later seasons, the other season stories are fine without don't get me wrong but I think it would just be cool to have a ghost/spirit Lilith pop up every now and then that only Mc is aware of or something like that

Ive seen a headcanon from someone that sometimes ghost Lilith helps Mc cheat in tests or they just chat sometimes and I love it to bits

I like to imagine that sometimes Mc will go to Lilith's room (bet yall forgot about the room too!) in the HoL and just chat with her ghost to either de-stress or have some time away from everyone else, especially when the brothers get really rowdy

I feel like when Mc is more worn down then normal and they don't feel like they could go to any of the brothers or other boys, they'd go to Lilith and that she'd try her absolute best to help her descendant/brothers' lover cause fate only knows what would happen if Mc actually snapped from everything

And also cause she cares a lot for them in general

Ghost Lilith would definitely play sneaky pranks on all the brothers and she'd either get Mc in on em or would make sure they were present when she does em

Ghost Lilith and Mc are quite the devious pair, maybe even more so the Satan and Belphie

I mean one is a ghost who is only able to be truly noticed by 1 person, and that said person is so powerful they have to wear a special op ring so they don't make the 3 realms collapse from their mere existence

Mc and Lilith be having tea in her room while the rest of the house is on fire and being destroyed frfr

Credit to @sister-lucifer for the divider

reading posts about snake husbandry got me thinking about demon husbandry... there's got to be a whole category of beauty and healthcare in the devildom in relation to their demon forms, right? quick-fire ideas

lotions designed for those body markings some of them have (e.g. lucifer's forehead diamond) to keep them looking bold

horn polish to keep them shiny and beautiful

varying softnesses of brushes or cloth for horn polishing, depending on preference (there is discourse as to whether brushes are too harsh for your horns and will actually strip them of their protective layer)

physical therapy designed for demons whose wings aren't shaped super well for flight

category of haute couture where designers make clothes where the holes for wings/tails/horns are integral to the whole design

whole category of fashion where the point is to put the demonic features in the spotlight and emphasise their beauty!!!!

spas that specialise in demons with scaly wings/tails, where they can take a nice soak to make the shed easier

different categories of scrubs, creams, etc. for wings and tails split into categories like "scaly type" "leathery type" (demons argue over how important it is to use your exact right type)

certain demons' wings need more care than others (e.g. diavolo's big leathery ones need a regular buff, while beel's fly wings are delicate enough that trying harsh cleaning methods would just damage them)

...demon horn care could be a little bit like horse hoof care

demons with feathered features moult at certain intervals and they get super crabby because of the pins

Your roommates have one rule. No boys allowed if they ain't home. Which is silly cause their almost never home but it could be worse.

So when your coworker opens the door carrying you inside to the couch, they nervously look up at the camera.

"Um hi I'm y/n's coworker Eric, she's got a fever and passed out at work. I had her take medicine on the way here." He holds up the box and sets it in the coffee table. "Um just gonna go now?"

The click of the cameras speaker echos.

"Keys are still in yer pocket." A deep voice growls through the mic.

The young man frantically searches his pockets before practically throwing the keys on the table and high tailing it out the door.

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They tell you the cameras are for your safety while their gone. No, don't worry there isn't any in the bathrooms or your bedroom. (There is)

No men allowed because you could be taken advantage of (you're theirs and they only share with each other)

And you listen to their silly rules, follow all of them even when their gone. (Such a good girl you are)

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Your phone chimes as you're putting on your heels in the hallway. Smoothing your dress out when you straighten you grab it out of your purse.

◇ Where ya going, Lass?

Jeez, you should have known one of them was watching. Those guys act like your parents sometimes.

♡ I'm going out

You check your makeup in the mirror, applying some lip gloss. Your phone chimes again.

♤ No shit, where?

You can't help the eye roll. You swear Simon can't go a single sentence without cursing.

♡ Where else on a Friday night? Got a date.

You check your purse, making sure you have your keys, mace, and the kitty knuckles Price had bought you. Counting the ticks on the clock till your phone starts blowing up.

◇ What?!

♤ Think f'kin not

♧ To dangerous, stay home instead.

☆ Agreed, stay home. Order take out and watch a movie.

You sigh. They're a little overprotective sometimes.

♤ Breakin the rule

You glare at the camera before responding.

♡ The rule was not to have anyone over, didn't say anything about going to someone else's place.

You regret sending it immediately.

♧ Not gonna happen.

♤ Your ass isn't going anywhere

☆ Seems like some rules need amending

◇ Bonnie, yer diggin yerself a hole

You flip the camera off

♡ You guys are overreacting! I swear you're worse than my parents. I'm not a child, I'm allowed date. I dont bother you guys when you go out.

Your phone rings and you ignore it, knowing it was Simon wanting to give you an earful.

A chime

• Hey, I'm outside. Ready?

You flash the camera a smile and wave,

"Bye boys! Don't wait up."

You put your phone on silent and walk out the door.

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You wished you had stayed home. This date isn't going well at all. He seemed like a nice guy too.

You slip your phone from your purse and quickly text the group chat. Promptly ignoring the missed calls and texts while your date drones on.

♡ Okay...you guys were right. I should of stayed home...No I told you so please.

-- 5 minutes later--

You ended the date after another backhanded insult. Placing some cash down for your food (which he ordered FOR you) and enough for a tip because you know this asshole wouldn't.

You were walking down the sidewalk ordering an Uber when his voice caught up to you.

"You're seriously gonna just leave me in there like that?!"

You pause, turning to see him walking towards you. Oh just great. You resume your walk towards the 24/7 store to wait for your ride. He follows you the whole way, yelling about how you should be grateful for a date with him.

You check the group chat (no messages)

♡ Texting so theres a time stamp if this guy does something stupid

--30 minutes later--

You slam the door open and closed again. Sliding the lock into place, throwing your keys and purse. You mutter angrily taking your heels off. You just want to take a scolding shower, open a bottle of wine, and get some actual food.

You practically rip the liquor cabinet open, cursing when the only thing you see is they guys stuff.

"Fucking Kyle drinking my stuff."

Okay, scratch the alcohol, that's fine. You'd love to order takeout, but your cellphone screen is shattered to pieces and refuses to turn on. With a sigh, you make your way to the bathroom closing the door behind you.

Turning the water on and stripping down you look at your wrist. The blooming bruise makes you grimace. He had tried to stop you from getting into the Uber.

While you're showering, you don't hear the front door open. Boot thuds through the apartment.

You're wrapped in a towel when you open the bathroom door. Steam rolling out behind you and off your skin. Padding to your room you try to decide if you want to just sleep or put a movie on.

You open your dresser drawer, grabbing some panties, shorts, and an oversized shirt. Setting them on the bed you grab your hair brush, turning towards your door at a creek. You scream and launch the brush at the person in the doorway. John easily catches it.

"Fuck you John! Scared the shit out of me!"

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John's eyes drag over your form for a moment before tossing you back your brush.

"Get dressed then come to the kitchen. Pull a stunt like not answerin' your phone again and I'll take you over my knee."

"My phone is broken, can't answer what won't turn on. Did you just threaten me?"

"Seems like it was work'n fine earlier when you were being all defiant."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes having a life is defiant. I dropped it on the way home okay. Now let me get dressed its cold."

With a sigh John leaves and shuts the door behind him. Sending a quick text to the group chat for the guys only. The one that's full of pictures of you, stolen panties, their thought about fucking you...

☆ Kyle, get her a new phone while your out. Says she dropped it n it won't turn on.

♧ Dropped it? Musta been a hell of a drop. It's late but I'll see what I can do.

☆ Simon, how's the food coming? Decide what yer getting yet?

♤ That honey chicken she likes so much. Got us some stuff too.

☆ Johnny how're things on your end?

◇ With him now

☆ Good, make sure he can't touch what's ours again.

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You opt out for a different shirt, an oversized hoodie you've stolen from one of your roommates at one point. (They left it in the laundry room for a week, fair game) it will cover your arms. Effectively hiding the bruise so you won't have to look at it. If John says I told you so, you swear you'll cry.

Padding to the kitchen, you see him sat at the table. He's changed out of his uniform and into his loungewear. Did he drop everything to be here? You dont know much about what your roommates do for work. Just that they were all in the military. They said you didn't need to know so you've never asked.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I would be, if you would of behaved." He's texting on his phone. Occasionally scribbling in the notepad next to him.

"Behaved?" You took a slow breath, "I didn't break any of your rules!"

His gaze always makes you nervous, like he can see all of your thoughts.

"John, you and the guys have so many rules for me. I have 3 for you. I know I don't pay many of the bills here, but I don't think that's cause for treating me like a child." You're fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie.

Truthfully, you're not sure what bills you pay exactly. Once a month, you send money to Price, and he takes care of it. He says it's easier that way. The other guys do it to...you think? All the bills you've seen are addressed to Price.

"Gonna redo some of the rules." He sets his phone down. He motions for you to sit.

"You said changes can't be made unless everyone was present."

"Good thing we're all here then." Kyle's voice sounds from the hallway.

You deflate, of course they're all here. You know what's gonna happen. They say the voting is fair but it's not. They always agree with each other.

Johnny comes and sits at the table, gone is his usual peppy self. He stares at you.

Kyle comes into the kitchen next, setting a box down in front of your usual seat. He sits to John's right as always.

You can feel Simon's glare on you when he comes in. You ignoring his calls is a peev of his. Your stomach betrays you when you smell delicious food.

"Should eat this infront of ya. Little shit." Instead he drops your favorite takeout by your spot. "Sit."

He sits on the opposite side of your usual seat, passing out more food to the others. You're always squished between Simon and Johnny.

"You guys are-"

"If you don't sit down right now."

Ah yea that's real mad...you sit in your chair with a pout.

Containers squeak and plastic wraps rustle for a few minutes before Price speaks up.

"Start from the beginning, what happened on yer date."

Your eyebrows furrow, "That's not really-"

Kyle's hand slaps the table in annoyance. "You're on thin ice already. Do as you're told damn it."

You tense, fork abandoned in your container. A glare present on your face as you take them all in. You calmly stand.

"If I wanted to be scolded and interrogated, I wouldn't have moved out of my mom's place." You push your chair in, "I'm going to bed."

You make it about 4 steps before your wrist is trapped in an iron grip. Johnny's angry response lost to you as tears pricked the corner of your eyes and a small whimper comes out of your mouth.

The kitchens deadly quiet. Johnny's grip loosens as he looks at your wrist, he shoves the sleeve up and you can practically see him bristle like a cat.

"Price..." Johnny won't let go of your wrist. Soon the others are crowding you both. The bruise looks worse now.

"Let go Johnny!" You're ignored. The guys are passing looks to each other.

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"He put his hands on ya.."

"Let go!"

"Bastards gonna lose a hand"

"For fucks sake Johnny let go of me!"

He releases his grip only for Kyle's hand to replace it. Softly turning your wrist back and forth, watching your face for discomfort.

You just want to crawl under your covers. They always take things too far.

"Kyle I want to go to my room, please let go."

He passes a look to Simon as Price and Johnny leave the room, talking quietly to each other.

"You're gonna sit and eat while we get your new phone set up." Kyle grabs the box and opens it.

"I really-"

Simon's large hand is around you in seconds. Pulling towards your chair, only to drag you onto his lap instead.

He stabs a piece of chicken with his fork and brings it to your lips.

"I can feed myself you know.." Simon raises a brow at you. You know he won't let you leave until the food is gone. With a sigh you take the offered fork in your mouth. He nods and stabs another piece, you chew slowly trying to think.

Kyle is tapping away on your apparently new phone. Of course it's the newest model. There's no way you're going to be able to afford payments on that and knowing the guys they'll say,

"Don't worry about that, gotta have some way to get ahold of ya."

But you do worry about that stuff. You work your ass off to afford things. Hell you'd been living with your mother because she charged less rent than any apartment around you.

You thought it was to good to be true when you saw the advertisement for this place.

//Roommate wanted//

• Set amount of rent

• Own room with lock

• Internet included

• Looking for someone who doesn't mind sharing space with 4 guys who are hardly present.

• Expected to keep the house tidy in their absence and to bring the mail in.

• Upkeep the plants and fish

You didn't hesitate to apply. Farther from your job of course but the thought of not living with your mother who berated you for any little infraction? Worth it.

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"Open up." Simon's voice cuts through your thoughts briefly, and you mindlessly take another bite.

If you could pick up some more hours for a few weeks, maybe you could pay enough of the bill down so the payments were less?

Another bite

But the guys would get upset if your schedule changed.

Another bite

You stuggle... the set rent is great. Let's you work on your debt. Sometimes your friends wanna go to lunch and it's a nice place. $17 for a small portion of food ain't worth it. Your friends laugh sometimes. And when you get home, the guys do the same thing. "Should of just got something good."

Bite

You pause and let go. Glaring at Simon who's chuckling to himself, looking at your small bite marks on his hand while Kyle shakes his head.

"Excuse you. When's the last time you washed your hands, Simon?" Tongue licking your bottom lip.

"Not my fault ya wernt payin attention."

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LEVIATHAN STONER CONFIRMED 🗣️🗣️

DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEANDERTHAL CHILD WITH DOWN'S SYNDROME? Because they're all I've been thinking about when I'm sad for the past few days. Their existence makes me less sad.