What doesn't kill you?

✘ | Marcus Pierce. ✓ | Cain. You see, first, you get to see everyone you love die over and over. And that sucks. And on top of that, it's boring. I've been everywhere there is to go. I've tried every kind of food, sex, music. Nothing surprises me anymore. It's been a literal Hell on Earth.

[deathlessdamned]

✦ Intro. ✧ ask. ✦ memes. ✧ carrd.

RULES

✯ IC =/= OOC. Don’t godmode.✯ ✯ Selective & semi-active due to work.✯ ✯ Will happily write with crosscanon & OCs. ✯ ✯ Do not assume to know muse & call him Cain. ✯ ✯ Please cut your posts & tag all standard triggers. ✯ ✯ I use small text/icons. You use whatever you want. ✯ ✯ No underage, no smut with minors. (mun is 21+). ✯ ✯ Time taken to reply may vary. Do not pressure. ✯ ✯ If I reply with a para; do not give me a line. ✯ ✯ If drama is started; you will be blocked. ✯ ✯ PM me if you have any questions. ✯

[thedevilsmemes]

MARCUS VRCHAT QUOTES ~ A SENTENCE MEME

Feel free to change pronouns to fit! This is a collection of some of my favourite quotes & insults from Marcus the Worm.

"I got this. Be sneaky."

"They won't suspect a thing. Coca-Cola attack!"

"It's a good one."

"I don't like this one."

"Shut your damn mouth, you insufferable, contorted, shriveled testicle having dumb ass tadpole."

"Stupid little Stupid rotound dumb bitch, stupid head got no hair, all round and stupid."

"This guy looks stupid. stupid bitch ass. stupid dumb bitch. stupid fuck. Bald bitch ass."

"I will douse you in gasoline and ignite it into a fiery sacrificial display of immolation for my own satisfaction you stupid idiotically vermin."

"Fuck that guy."

"Stupid poo poo police, you look poo poo, stupid poo poo."

"Fuck you."

"Stupid bitch ass."

"Silence your hole, [name]."

"Me fat. This guy fat."

"Stupid bitch."

"Pissing me off, [name]"

"I got this. Lift me up."

"I tried my best."

"[name], I can't get down."

"I told you it worked."

"The mollusks."

"I trust doctor Benkleton with my life."

"I gotta go cause a violent uprising at the nearest deep sea oil rig."

"[name], help."

"It's not working."

"I got some green stuff on my finger again. I'm a little sad about it."

"Nah."

"[name], I was irritated. Moderately irritated."

"I embody true spider power. [name], I think I'm spider man."

"I need to call the insurance company."

"I don't have insurance."

"I'm about to spooky bop bop bitey bibbity bop bop bow on the ass."

"I hope they have corn chips."

"Where's my kiss?"

"I set my GPS route to the Democratic Republic of the Congo."

"I'm going to go remove South Carolina."

"Don't yell at me... I'm sensitive."

"I can't get down, it's too high."

"Out of the way. I'm going to obliterate your toilet."

"Oh no, oh, we're out of time. Patrick Pinkleton and the Paper Towel Cartel just overthrew the Malaysian Government."

"I wonder if they have hemorrhoid cream around here."

"I accidentally fuelled my Toyota Camry with a one percent low fat milk."

"I've accidentally atomized an Applebee's."

"They did not have fruity pebbles."

"I've discharged my fluid. It's over there. Kind of gooey and sticky, goopy and poopy, and green."

"Lick my finger."

"Apparently, it's not legal to launder seventeen-thousand dollars through a locally owned Greek restaurant."

"You're ruining the vibe."

"They took my twenty-forteen Nissan Pathfinder, and sold it to the Costa Rican Government."

"Do you like the moisturiser I've been using?"

"It's been really hard these days, after losing my Doritos. Sweet, spicy, chilli tortilla chips."

"up up and away!"

"I don't care, [name], this place is evil."

"They don't sell any two-thousand-PSI water corded electric pressure washers."

"Big badinky bones shanked me in the leg at Panera Bread."

"My right leg is experiencing an incomprehensible amount of agony."

"Oh oh, oh baby, oh no."

"Oh no, [name] he is here!"

"I legally can't go back to Michigan."

"Rigatoni pasta. We'll make some together."

"I don't like this rock. [name], it's pissing me off."

"I am mildly irritated, [name]"

"There's been numerous injuries."

"[name], I shit myself."

"This cabinet is incorrect. It's making me mad."

"I'm analysing your likelihood of organ failure."

"I accidentally removed New Zeland."

"I am here to make amends with the cartel. They have taken Jimbo James."

[mintprompts]

Lyric prompts from my repeat playlist (part 1/?):

"The only way to save us is through divine intervention."

"The only way I will be saved is through divine intervention."

"I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in your heart."

"In my heart I have but one desire."

"I've lost all ambition."

"Now I know that I can't make you stay."

"Can I speak?"

"I am not afraid to keep on living."

"I am not afraid to walk this world alone."

"If you stay, I'll be forgiven."

"Nothing you can say can stop me going home."

"I'm so weak."

"Am I still alive?"

"Where am I?"

"Who was it that pulled the trigger, was it you or I?"

"I'm completely numb."

"I don't know what to do, you don't know what to say."

"The monster inside you is torturing me."

"The scars on my mind are on replay."

"I dig a grave then I sit inside it."

"I'll behave."

"You're the worst thing and the best thing that's happened to me."

"Never stop, like a song playing and I can't escape."

"Psychologically, it's something that I can't explain."

"Sometimes a drink feels like family."

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"Did you go and make promises you can't keep?"

"When you break them, they break you right back."

"You can take it from me."

"The wrath of the devil was also given him by God."

"That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for."

"You'll get slapped."

"Excuse me."

"You're a hell of a guy."

"You're so shy."

"I'm loving your tie."

"I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side."

"You've got my heartbeat runnin' away."

"Well, the morning was complete."

"Several hours or several weeks, I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak."

"It's the beginning of the end."

"Ask anyone."

"Hold on to your heart."

"Do me a favor and break my nose."

"Tell me to go away."

"Stop asking questions."

"Curiosity becomes a heavy load."

"Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold."

"Ask, if you need some help."

"Stop flattering yourself."

"Perhaps 'fuck off' might be too kind."

"I think I did it again."

"I made you believe we're more than just friends."

"It doesn't mean that I'm serious."

"That is just so typically me."

"I'm not that innocent."

"I know everything's gonna be alright."

"I smoked myself to sleep."

"I'm sad, I think I'm feeling lonely."

"Took one too many shots last night."

"I'm fuckin' living proof that if you want it you can have anything right before your eyes."

"I've done things in my past I'm sorry for."

"I wake up crying."

"What made it special made it dangerous."

"Every time it rains you're here in my head."

"I just know that something good is gonna happen."

"I won't forget."

"Seasons don't fear the Reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain."

"Take my hand."

"We'll be able to fly."

"Romeo and Juliet are together in eternity."

"Love of two is one."

"There's always a lonely clown."

"They don't care as long as there is a jester."

"Just a fool, as foolish as he can be."

"There's always a joker, that's the rule."

"The joker is me."

"Drink the poison 'cause there's always a loser in the game."

"I don't care as long as there's a wild man in the deck."

"Then I won't be lonely, that's a fact."

"We could do so much better than this."

"On another note, compliments make me blush."

"There's a hole in your pocket."

"What was scripted, the day before it happened?"

"Everything in life ain't silver and gold."

"It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin."

"You deserve school dinners."

"You gotta find a family."

"Perfect little pictures of moments that we missed."

"It's fine, it's cool."

"You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth."

"I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love."

"You can say it's just the way you are."

"Make a new excuse, another stupid reason."

"Good luck, babe!"

"It's not fair."

"I just need a little air."

"When you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with 'I told you so'."

"I told you so!"

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."

"I start to believe."

"Life's gotta always be messing with me."

"You wanna see the light?"

"Can't they chill and let me be free?"

"Take away all this pain."

"Sometimes I cannot take this place."

"You'll never see me fall from grace."

"Something takes a part of me."

"You and I were meant to be."

"Nothing in my life is free."

"I didn't come this far to sink so low."

"I'm finally holding on to letting go."

"Denial is the darkest when you live in a hole."

"Why does the hell make you feel so cold?"

"Make a move and you pay for it."

"Pick a lord and you pray to it."

"You're so demanding."

"You want the truth?"

"Reaching out for the hand of God, but did you think you'd shake your own?"

"Did you think you could win?"

"I was all that you wanted and more, but you didn't want me."

"I was more than you thought I could be."

"How dare you martyr me?"

"You've killed the saint in me."

[themasterofmemeing]

"What happened to you? What made you so fucked up?"

"There is no hunting like the hunting of a man. And those who've hunted armed men long enough, and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter."

"That's pretty poetic. Did you come up with that all by yourself?"

"I didn't think you'd come back. But she/he/they, she/he/they never lost faith in you. I guess I owe you an apology. You are a good man/woman/person after all.

"You know, man, if we ever make it home, I'm going to do so much fucking cocaine."

"Wow, what a shithole. You live here?"

"And the men/women/people... Ooh, la, la!"

"Excuse me. Just what the hell is going on here?"

"In case you didn't notice, we just got flushed out. They sent the dogs in, just like you if you were stalking boar or shooting quail. They split us apart and they watched. Testing us."

"This is old. Very old. They've been doing this for a long time."

"Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this... I'm better on my own."

"Want to see something fucked up?"

"What the fuck are you?"

"I'm alive. You talk too loud. Smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, if I can hear you, they can, too. Storm coming soon. This way."

"I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with."

"This isn't right. He's one of us!"

"That's what they're counting on. They want you to feel something for this man/woman/person. To be human."

"You know what the difference between you and me is? We both do the same thing. You just do it for a country, so you don't have to admit you like it."

"Now, let's find a way off this fucking planet."

"You set us up. He/She/They led us into that death camp, then hid and waited for that thing to strike. We were bait!"

"I needed to know who we're up against. Now I do."

"It's kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The one's that are running things up there, the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones."

"Bring it in, hunt it and kill it. In that order."

"You see the shit you've gotten us into, man? I told you that. You never listen to me, though."

"You want to survive? You dig in deep. You stay hid."

"Let me tell you something, there ain't no edge of the preserve."

"So, it's like evolution. They're trying to make themselves into better killers."

"Your ass is awesome."

"Please stop doing that. You're shooting at the wrong people."

"It's a test. To see how we do under pressure."

"Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision.

"If it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point."

"So, I hid. I watched him/her/them die."

"You do what you have to, to survive."

"We're the monsters of our own world. It's probably better that we're never going back."

"My guess is, it'd/they'd do just about anything to get free. Enemy of my enemy."

"I guess now you realize why they chose me. I was right in front of you guys the whole time. Just watching you. Earning your trust. You couldn't see me for what I really am."

"You see, back home, I'm a murderer. I'm a freak. But here, among the monsters, I'm normal."

"Oh, thank God. Help us get out of here."

"You put us at risk yourself. You want to be on your own, you got it."

"Oh. Finally found me, huh, big dog? Well, what took you so long?"

"That is really, really poisonous. Wouldn't take more than one scratch to cause total paralysis."

"You made a buddy."

"It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is its jungle. Its game. Its rules. We run, we die."

"Wound one man/woman/person. Make him/her/them suffer. Make him/her/them bleed. Make him/her/them call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come."

"Hey. You know what? Fuck this. This is bullshit, man. I want a gun."

"I'm ready to die. Are you?"

"Then why don't you mind your own fucking business?"

"Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy/girl/person hanging in the tree?"

"As bad as you are, those things are worse."

"Well, my lawyer said I was crazy. But you wanna know the real reason? Why the fuck not?

"You know I love fucking. Look, just hear me out okay? You're hot as shit and it's been a really long time for me."

"So I was thinkin'; you know what? Let's just do this thing. Let's get naked. Hot and wet, you and me, right here right now."

"Bitch! Does this look like a team-work orientated group of individuals to you?"

"Open up you hanky fucker."

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[samaelnomcre]

" LOOK WHAT I'VE GOOOOT! "

" You want it? --- "

" Can't have it. I'm taking it for safekeeping... we don't want a repeat of six-thousand years ago now... do we? "

[deathlessdamned]

Give

It

Back.

[deathlessdamned]

@melpcmene followed from || † ||

‘No.’

The denial was croaked, thin and brittle, nowhere near enough to carry what crashed through him. The room narrowed to the line of Abel’s shoulders and the shape of his mouth forming that greeting, everything else draining into a dull, distant blur. His lungs forgot what to do with air. This was wrong. Abel belonged in the last memory before the curse took everything apart, on blood soaked ground with his head caved in and eyes going glassy, not standing here with grace in his bones and Heaven on his skin. ( His mind tried to reject it on instinct, an old reflex that had kept him moving for centuries. If he did not look too closely, if he did not think too hard, then none of it had to be real. ) The mark along his arm prickled, phantom heat crawling beneath the skin, a reminder of the moment everything had broken.

He realised too late that his hands had started to tremble. He forced them still, fingers curling in against his palms until pain replaced the numbness clawing through his chest. Abel’s voice echoed in his skull, the words replaying on a loop, as if repetition might somehow make them less impossible. Not a dream. Very real. Brother. The title landed like a blade, clean and precise, cutting through every shield he had built. ( There were a thousand things he could have thrown back, a lifetime of anger and defence and bitter humour, but all of it scattered before it reached his tongue. ) What was left felt small, stripped down to something raw and unfamiliar. He hated it.

‘You are not supposed to be here.’

[melpcmene-moved]

this isn't real. this is just a dream. - @ Abel

the between. // accepting!

The archangel stood there — swallowing thickly at a familiar sight. Then again, how could he forget a sight? The last remaining thing he'd seen before death. The shepherd tried not to think about it too much: " I'm afraid not. " Abel had began, looking at anything else but him right now.

" It's no dream; this is very real. " Then he looked at him, finally: " Hello, brother. "

[deathlessdamned]

[letmemusings]

Cynical Cynical This is all I'll ever be...

[deathlessdamned]

| † |

~ @crownedinsin

Blood trickled from his lips, the wound proving fatal with every crimson drop that escaped. It wasn't truly a surprise; the shooter had aimed with lethal intent, and despite his so-called immortality, Cain was only human in the end. ( Still, he had fired back, the sound of gunfire echoing amid the frantic shouts of panic that swirled around him, a slight alarm creeping into his mind. ) The last thing he wanted was to awaken in a morgue once more, to clamber out of a cold, sterile storage unit and drag his weary body elsewhere to patch himself up. The mere thought filled him with irritation. The cycle of dying and then resurrecting was always a grating ordeal. At least in a controlled environment, he only had the aftermath of pain to contend with. 

Curse God.

Saying he despised Him was an understatement; the rage thrumming through his veins as consciousness slipped away and his heart gave its final, faltering beat. Whether attempts were made to resuscitate him, he couldn't say; instead of the anticipated blinding lights, he was met with an overwhelming suffocating heat that seemed to envelop his very being. ( A choked gasp escaped his lips as he became aware of his body, finding himself facedown in—well, he couldn't discern where he was. ) Flames flickered all around, accompanied by a cacophony of noise and haunting screams. Clasping his hands over his ears, he exhaled sharply, trying to steady himself on uncopperative legs.

When he finally dared to open his eyes, the sight before him was no better. The gunshot wound was still visible, and the acrid stench of fire assaulted his senses. Wait, what? Was he in Hell? Apparently so, for the air was filled with sounds of confusion and chaos, as what he could only assume were demons began to create an uproar. ( He supposed it wasn't every day a soul appeared unannounced, wandering freely among them. ) Was this some cosmic joke? He couldn't recall ever visiting such a place after dying, and the mark of Cain remained visible when he checked, confirming that he hadn't suddenly become mortal. 

‘I'm sorry, but what the fuck is this? Lucifer!’

[deathlessdamned]

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~ @d4rkpassengerz

Living a lie had a way of gnawing at him, wearing him down to the point of exasperation. It was difficult to escape the stark truth of his existence when Lucifer made it a point to remind him at every opportunity. Gradually, he came to the painful realisation that lingering in Los Angeles was a misstep. ( Yet, he cherished the work he did there. There was a twisted satisfaction in seeing justice served, in punishing those who deserved it. ) The role also provided the ideal guise, allowing him to continue his clandestine activities as the Sinnerman, ever in pursuit of a way to end his immortality. However, when he got news of a temporary transfer, it surprisingly didn’t faze him. He had already decided that a break from LA would be the perfect chance to reassess and weigh his options.

And so he found himself in Miami, where the oppressive heat clung to him like a second skin. Earning the trust of the department proved a slow and arduous process, especially when dealing with Detective Morgan, who appeared to be suspicious of newcomers. Despite his outwardly gruff demeanor, he came to admire her sharp intellect and her knack for thinking outside the box. ( Days stretched into weeks, and it was during an investigation that he first noticed the ominous signs of his past creeping back. ) Men he had once manipulated were turning up dead, their lifeless bodies a chilling reminder. It felt like someone was intentionally trying to provoke him, and identifying the culprit wasn’t a Herculean task.

The consequence? He eliminated them in the same ruthless fashion they had used against his former associates. In retrospect, it was a blunder, particularly when he found himself working the very scene of his crime. ( Rubbing a hand down his jaw, he allowed the lab technicians to perform their duties, confident he had already erased any incriminating evidence. ) The whole affair was a significant annoyance. There was a reason he preferred to keep his personal life shrouded in secrecy.

'So, what have we got? Any theories, Lab Morgan?'

[i-exist-solely-for-fandom]

Chloe Decker and Marcus Pierce in Lucifer 3x09 “The Sinnerman”

[eyeless-smiles]

Cains bemused comment earns nothing but a pleasantly intrigued smile from the Nightmare. The monsters entire attention now pinpointed on the first murderer with gruesome intrigue.

"You haven't aged a day." The Corinthian hums with mild amusement. Cain doesn't need to see behind the sunglasses to know the Corinthian's gaze is running over his body.

His gaze finally falls to the hand still wrapped around his wrist. The one that had caught him from leaving. A quirked smile catches on his expression when the First Murderer questions whether the two men left eyeless and bled out in the bathtub of a nearby motel is his handiwork.

"My handiwork?" The Corinthian sighs with raised brows as he gently pulls his wrist away from the immortal in order to coax him to let go.

"Spending your time playing cop now, are you?"

[deathlessdamned]

‘Hardly surprising, is it? I’m frozen in time.’

Cursed to wander this earth for eternity, condemned to never age or evolve. ( This was his punishment from God, and he found little to be impressed about while being scrutinised by the Corinthian, who regarded him as if he were about to peel away his skin, layer by layer. ) Yet, Cain stood resolute, his grip around the Corinthian’s wrist unyielding, his piercing gaze clashing with the other’s, sharp enough to cut through the tension that hung in the air.

Distrust coursed through him, a thick, tangible barrier. He felt a creeping unease in the presence of the Corinthian; the way he looked at him was unnerving, almost predatory. ( Cain was well acquainted with the twisted sense of amusement the Corinthian derived from others discomfort but amid the unease, there was no fear. ) No longer did he harbor fear of anything—except the eternal, interminable existence that stretched endlessly before him.

With a clenched jaw, he finally released his hold, a decision wrapped in frustration. ( He knew the futility of trying to subdue the Corinthian—there was no way he could cuff him and parade him to the Precinct with a flick of his badge. ) The very idea was absurd, laughable.

‘I’m not playing anything. But tell me, don’t you worry about drawing the attention of your Master?’

His research had always been meticulous, his vigilance unwavering. ( From the moment he gained awareness of the supernatural realm, he had kept a watchful eye over all its manifestations. ) It wasn’t just angels he sought to unravel; the presence of the Corinthian signaled that Dream wouldn’t be far behind. And that was the last thing Cain needed—the endless.