Run boy, run.

♚ | AZURE MORTIS. You've got it all. You lost your mind in the sound. There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown. You're in control. Rid of the monsters inside your head. Put all your faults to bed. You can be King again.

[diviniadiaboli]

✧ memes. ✦ ask. ✧ 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 Azure. ✯ ✯ 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. ✯

[diviniadiaboli]

@fortitudina came to worship : you're my favorite distraction. ( from Dantanian )

‘You’re my favourite interruption, love.’

The papers on the desk had been trying to convince him they mattered more than anything else, neat stacks of responsibility that wanted his attention like a tax, and he had been giving them what they demanded out of habit, out of duty, out of that old fear that if he stopped moving the whole structure might crack. Then Dantanian’s line slipped through the room and the work lost its grip at once, as if the realm itself had briefly exhaled. He looked up with an expression that belonged to no one but his husband, something unguarded and quietly pleased, the kind of warmth he never permitted in public because it would have been read as leverage, as weakness, as a place to push.( It still startled him how safe he felt, how the reflex to measure and brace simply refused to appear when Dantanian was near. ) His hand left the page and reached instead for Dantanian’s, fingers closing around his wrist with a certainty that was affectionate rather than possessive, drawing him closer across the edge of the desk until the distance between them stopped pretending it was necessary. For a moment he simply watched him, taking in the familiar shape of him, the steadiness, the quiet audacity of being loved openly in a realm that had once punished love as if it were a crime.

‘Come here, and remind me what I’m doing all of this for.’

[diviniadiaboli]

@lcstxsculx came to worship : You didn't go through all that for nothing. (Death)

‘You were never the sort to waste words, Death.’

The look lingered a fraction longer than courtesy required, because he had learnt that comfort usually arrived barbed, and this did not, not from him, not from a friend who understood endings as intimately as others understood prayer. The noise of the world drifted in from elsewhere, far enough to ignore, present enough to remind him that life persisted in its messy, ordinary way even after all the things he had survived, and he found himself taking Death’s line in with the same measured attention he gave to threats and vows. He had not gone through any of it for destiny, or redemption, or a neat narrative that turned suffering into something tasteful, he had gone through it because stopping was never an option, because endurance was sometimes the only defiance left to a man who refused to be erased.( If there was meaning, he had never waited for it to arrive, he had forged it with discipline and stubborn will, even when the price tasted like iron. ) Death’s acknowledgement did something rare, it named the cost without polishing it, and it reminded him that being witnessed could be its own kind of steadiness, especially when it came without judgement, without demands, without the expectation of gratitude as proof of goodness.

‘It wasn’t for nothing, then, because I’m still here, and I decide what it becomes.’

[ordinariums]

enjoyment.

the prospect of it is sticky. it always had been, for lucifer morningstar. from the times where he was under the watchful gaze of god and their angels, to the fiery depths of a torturous hell. it all came with a catch, a price, a restriction on his freedom. except now. this place, the world that he had manifested for himself away from that of which he had been cast down into, it was his. perhaps the first true thing that he had owned, for he realises now that he had never really owned hell.

the power it gave him, yes. the loyalty and the followers that it provided, and the throne - they had all belonged to him. but he hadn't owned it.

at risk of sounding cliche, it had owned him. through the hundreds and thousands of years he had been there, it had shaped him. twisted him into someone that he had never intended to be. he had began, after all, with a desire for individuality and freedom. with ideas, and hopes, and dreams. from that, he had never expected himself to enjoy the harm that he could cause. the way beings could twist under his touch, the way they would cry out in pain and wither away from him. the satisfaction he felt when they finally succumbed. and the power it provided him with: the control they consequently gave up to him. he had enjoyed it. so much, and especially in the early years of his time there. he had relied upon it, put his pain into it. used it as a way to cope through the hardest time in his life. used it to the point where all of hell united would not dare challenge him. but it had come with a catch. because it always did.

enjoyment. yes, he had enjoyed it. but it had left a mark. a stain on a corrupted soul, one that he does not believe he will ever be rid of. a guilt that he would carry day by day. a loneliness. and the weight of the knowledge of what he is truly capable of.

finding the strength in him to resist the temptation of hell had always been the first step. it had been all encompassing. but the process revealed a new desire, one of a different kind of control. lux allowed him to explore a side of him that was true to himself. one that did not rely upon harming people, but moreso giving them freedom. individuality. help. a place where hopes, desires, and dreams could be fulfilled. and there is something poetic, and something healing, about going back to those scorched roots of all those years ago. for carving out a place for himself, on the very earth he had at one point sworn to command. because through this, he realises that he doesn't need the world. nor hell, nor the command of demons and the fight of angels. he needed to discover himself. and that, right there, is true enjoyment.

enjoyment, with consequence. and those consequences are ones he was happy to pay.

he finishes the song. with the limelight dancing upon another, lucifer's attention is drawn to his patrons. on a night like tonight, every conversation that he finds himself in is one met with eagerness. humanity was (admittedly) a beautiful thing, and he praises their ability to surprise him. intrigue him. and show him what it means to live. it is in one such conversation that he catches the sight of a visitor. lux has been a magnet for all things supernatural, and it does not surprise him. but a toast, a smile, and an acknowledgement personally from across a crowded room is something that truly is unusual. the man that stands there holds himself in a way that tugs to something deep inside him. and if he tries, he senses something about it. stringy and loose, as if all it is is smoke.

unusual. because hiding an identity like that is something only reserved for the truly powerful. especially if not even lucifer can pin point it.

his fingers catch the hands of the person he is speaking to, and he pays them his full attention, making a considerate departure. he crosses over to the visitor, and it is only when he is closer that instinctual caution ripples through him. for the first time since he had started this club, he finds himself questioning whether he truly wants to meet this man.

but he had never been well adjusted for resisting temptation.

he raises a hand to the barkeep, and a drink is delivered for him just as he gets there. he takes it, and leans next to the man. gaze flickering over the view of him that the stranger would have seen.

"it's rude to stare." he comments into his drink as he sips. the words are accompanied with a smile. " .. so take this question for what it is. a quid pro quo. what are you?" there is no malice in his tone. no judgement, and certainly no threat. simple curiosity and intent. now he leans to the side, towards him, gaze flickering to azure. "i like to know who walks in here. think of it as a security concern."

[diviniadiaboli]

‘If you insist on labels, call me curious.’

Azure let Lucifer have the space beside him without crowding it, because power games were for creatures that still mistook theatrics for certainty. The music throbbed through the floorboards, laughter rose and broke, and Lux kept doing what it was built to do, it made humanity feel briefly untouchable. Lucifer’s smile carried its usual shine, but Azure noticed the assessment behind it, the instinct to measure weight and intent before offering hospitality, and he respected it more than he would ever admit out loud. ( Security concerns, yes, but also self preservation, because ruling anything meant learning the difference between a guest and a blade. ) Azure’s glamour remained intact, smoke concealed thinly over something far older, not to deceive Lucifer, but to spare the mortals who had come here to drink and forget their small tragedies.

He turned his head, slow and deliberate, meeting Lucifer’s gaze with a calm that did not beg and did not challenge. The question, blunt beneath the charm, asked for essence, not etiquette, and Azure understood why Lucifer asked it here, in his own sanctuary, where unfamiliar forces felt like stains. Azure’s fingers tightened around the glass for a moment, then relaxed again, a quiet reminder to himself that he had crossed realms to observe, not to dominate. He let his attention drift across the room, the dancers, the bartenders, the fragile joy on display, then back to Lucifer, because the real curiosity was not the club, it was the creature who had chosen to build it. He had expected bitterness, expected hunger, expected Hell’s old habits wearing a new suit, yet Lux radiated something else, defiance that did not need suffering to feel real, indulgence that looked almost like mercy if you squinted. It was irritatingly impressive, and it made Azure want to understand the exact moment Lucifer decided to stop letting his past own him. 

Azure inclined his head, the gesture formal without being stiff, and offered the only piece of truth that would not collapse the night into reverence or panic. ‘Azure,’ he gave him, voice kept low, careful to match the intimacy of the moment rather than compete with the noise. ( He did not add titles, did not demand recognition, and did not bare the divinity under the mask, because that would have been a confession Lucifer had not earned, and a burden the room did not deserve. ) Instead, Azure let curiosity sit honestly between them, clean and simple, a rare thing in any realm that trafficked in bargains.  ‘I came to see what you built, Lucifer, because the stories about you rarely agree, and I prefer first hand impressions to gossip. Pour me something strong, and I’ll tell you what I can.’

[lyricalmusingstuff]

Well, you go through life. So sure of where you're headin'. && you wind up LOST. && it's the BEST thing that could have happened.

[crownedinsin-a]

Lucifer's in the middle of castrating a demon when he feels a shift in the atmosphere. Eyes narrow, head turning to look around. There aren't many forces that can cause a ripple through Hell. Can't be Heaven, they don't step foot over the threshold. Knife stabs into the gut of the demon - "Hold this for me, we'll finish it later"

"Canes, mecum -" The hounds materialise from smoke and ash, flanking Lucifer as he strides from the cell, heading towards the source of the disturbance.

"You know, it's rude to just show up uninvited." Eyes fall to the stranger, the gentle prickle of his aura reaching Lucifer. Doesn't take much for him to piece together who's standing opposite. "You must be Azure. Lilith has mentioned you." She'd stood in Satan's chambers waxing lyrical about this 'other Hell' and how it's much nicer than Lucifer's pit.

"She's not here." Actually, thinking about it, he hasn't seen her for a while. Normally, she'll pop back in to check on the hellhounds and make some scathing remark about how happy she is away from Hell. However, it's been longer than usual this time. "Lucifer." Hand extends. "Fancy a drink? And then I can give you the tour"

[diviniadiaboli]

‘A true pleasure, Lucifer.’

Azure let the brutality behind Lucifer remain behind him, filed away as context rather than provocation, because the Devil had offered a hand and that, in Hell, was its own kind of civility. He stepped in without haste, the cane shifting with him in a movement that looked like habit and not need, and met the extended palm with a firm, respectful clasp. His grip held steady, neither trying to dominate nor yielding ground, a clean, deliberate handshake that recognised rank without worshipping it. Azure’s human guise remained intact, but the air around him carried that faint prickle of something old, something that did not need to shout to be heard.

He kept his expression composed, softened at the edges, and allowed a small, genuine nod, the kind given when courtesy was not a game. ( The mention of Lilith not being there did not prompt a flare of temper or a cold retreat, only a brief narrowing of focus, an attention sharpened by concern he refused to dress up as anything else. ) Her absence mattered, and it mattered in a way Azure did not enjoy admitting, not even to himself. Caring always arrived like an inconvenience, and then it stayed like a debt. 

When he released Lucifer’s hand, he did not retreat, he simply held his ground beside him, angled slightly so neither looked cornered. His gaze flicked to the blood-stained knife only once, a quick assessment, then returned to Lucifer’s face, because the true measure of a ruler was never the weapon, it was the restraint behind it. Azure did not criticise, did not moralise, did not attempt to civilise Hell into something it was never meant to be. Instead, he accepted the offer in the spirit it had been given, not as submission, but as acknowledgement that introductions mattered, even here. ‘I’ll take the drink, and I’ll take the tour, and I appreciate the welcome.’

[calisverse]

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 as 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

The Tudors. Season 3, Episode 6.

Henry's purple jerkin, jacket and hose, with black fur coat.

[devorantescorda-2]

Gabriel didn’t flinch at the sudden shift in the air. The room had already been heavy—thick with the scent of old parchment, candle wax, and the iron tang of blood—but now it bore something colder, something older. He didn’t have to turn to know who it was. The shadows stirred before Azure even spoke, as if the darkness itself bowed in deference. He kept his back to the god for a moment longer, fingers still tracing the spine of a leather-bound tome. The book whispered to him, like all cursed things did—offering promises in exchange for pieces of him he’d already lost. When he finally looked over his shoulder, there was a slow, sardonic smile tugging at his mouth, the kind that never reached his eyes. “Of course I remember you,” Gabriel said, voice low and rough like gravel. “You’re difficult to forget. You glow.”

He turned fully, the long coat he wore rustling like dried leaves, revealing the faint red gleam of the sigils etched into his skin. Power pulsed under his veins—old, volatile, and crackling with the weight of blood bargains made long ago. His magic was not elegant. It reeked of desperation and sacrifice. His eyes, pale and unnatural, met Azure’s with something unreadable. Not fear. Not reverence. Not quite defiance. Something else. Recognition. Exhaustion. “I wondered how long you’d wait before coming down from your celestial throne,” Gabriel drawled, stepping closer, his tone edged with amusement and something darker. “You never visit unless something’s on fire—or about to be.”

The amusement faded, just slightly, as he looked away, jaw tightening. A memory stirred—flashes of his father’s final scream, his mother’s silence, the altar soaked in crimson under a Blood Moon. The entity hadn’t just cursed his family. It had shaped him, moulded him into the very weapon it wanted him to become. He shook it off. “If you’re here to stop me, you’re already late,” he muttered, voice quieter now. “But if you’re here to understand… then sit. I’ll pour us both a drink. I’ve nothing to hide from you.”

A flick of his hand, and a crystal decanter emerged from the shadows, its contents glowing faintly like moonlight drowned in blood. He summoned two glasses—antique, etched with unfamiliar runes—and filled them both. “Talk, then,” Gabriel said, offering one to Azure. “Let’s see if your gods still believe in mercy—or just in control.”

[diviniadiaboli]

‘Glow is what happens when you stare too long at a thing you cannot put out.’

The candlelight shivered against the parchment stacks, not from wind, but from presence, the kind that pressed on reality like a thumb on bruised skin. Azure held his human shape with practised ease, yet the room still recognised him in the way old stone recognised an earthquake, slow, inevitable, and quietly humiliating for anyone pretending they were in control. Gabriel’s grin tried for carelessness, but exhaustion clung to him more honestly than any charm, and the sigils under his coat pulsed with that ugly, hungry rhythm of bargains that never stopped collecting interest. ( Blood magic always wanted more, and it never cared whether the payment came from flesh, memory, or the last clean piece of a soul. ) Azure’s gaze tracked the runes without judgement, only a weary familiarity, like reading a language he wished had never been invented.

Gabriel’s jab about thrones earned a faint shift at the corner of Azure’s mouth, not quite amusement, not quite pity. A throne implied comfort, ownership, belonging, and Azure had never truly belonged anywhere after the first grief carved a hollow through him. He did not step closer to intimidate, nor linger back to appease, he simply adjusted to the room as if it had always held space for him, and the shadows complied because they remembered who first taught them to kneel. Control was easy. Restraint was the only thing that ever required effort. He watched Gabriel’s jaw tighten at whatever ghost rose behind his eyes, and the memory of crimson altars hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear.

The offered drink appeared with theatre, moonlight drowned in red, a pretty presentation for something that almost certainly had teeth. Azure took the glass anyway, fingers closing around crystal with a gentleness that felt deliberate, careful not to reward the room’s tension by letting it think it had won. ( He did not toast, did not perform gratitude, he simply acknowledged the gesture with a slight incline of his head, as if accepting a truce that could be revoked at any moment. ) The chair opposite Gabriel did not scrape when Azure sat, because the world had learned long ago not to make noise when he chose stillness. Mortals called that grace. Others called it a warning. 

Late. Gabriel had accused, and Azure chuckled. Had he wanted to stop him, there would have been no decanter, no conversation, no clever bravado dressed up as hospitality. Stopping was simple. Understanding required patience, and patience was what Azure had arrived with, even if the timing looked like neglect from the outside. He studied Gabriel’s power the way a physician studied infection, noting the heat, the volatility, the way it surged to fill every gap left by loss, and he wondered, not for the first time, how many people mistook survival for destiny. Mercy and control were not opposites in the way Gabriel wanted them to be, because mercy could be an act of will, and control could be a habit masquerading as protection.

If you want mercy, stop treating it like a chain you can yank, and if you want truth, start with what you are actually summoning when you bleed for power.’

[ghostmemesource]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ antichrist superstar sentence starters !

lyrics taken from the marilyn manson album "antichrist superstar." feel free to adjust pronouns as needed. when sending to and/or from multi muses, remember to specify the muses. content

❝ When you are suffering, know that I have betrayed you. ❞

❝ I wasn't born with enough middle fingers. ❞

❝ I don't want you and I don't need you. ❞

❝ It's not your fault that you're always wrong. ❞

❝ Are you trying to be mean? ❞

❝ Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? ❞

❝ I'll be your lover, I'll be forever. ❞

❝ All fucked up and dead to the world. ❞

❝ Take your hatred out on me. ❞

❝ If it hurts, baby, please tell me. ❞

❝ You never believed in me. ❞

❝ I never, ever believed in me. ❞

❝ Save yourself from this. ❞

❝ You can't save yourself. ❞

❝ Everyone will suffer now. ❞

❝ The time has come for bitter things. ❞

❝ I fell into you, now I'm in a rut. ❞

❝ You're such a dirty, dirty rock star. ❞

❝ You eat up my heart and all the little parts. ❞

❝ If I can't have you, then no one will. ❞

❝ You are the one I want, and what I want is so unreal. ❞

❝ When will you realize you're already there? ❞

❝ All hate has got me nowhere. ❞

❝ I know I'm slipping away. ❞

❝ Don't pick the scabs or you will never heal. ❞

❝ Dead is what he is. ❞

❝ He does what he please. ❞

❝ You're never gonna leave him. ❞

❝ You're always gonna please him. ❞

❝ He lives inside my mouth, tells me what to say. ❞

❝ Tell me something beautiful. ❞

❝ There is no going back. ❞

❝ Your lies have watered me. ❞

❝ This is what you should fear. ❞

❝ You are what you should fear. ❞

❝ Whose mistake am I, anyway? ❞

❝ Light a candle for the sinners. ❞

❝ Set the world on fire. ❞

❝ I can't believe in the things that don't believe in me. ❞

❝ It's your turn to see what I hate about me. ❞

❝ I'm on my way down, I'd like to take you with me. ❞

❝ I'd love to just give in. I'd love to live this lie. ❞

❝ Without the threat of death there's no reason to live at all. ❞

❝ I was born into this, everything turns to shit. ❞

❝ I'll make everyone pay and you'll see. ❞

❝ Pray your life was just a dream. ❞

❝ The boy that you loved is the man that you fear. ❞

❝ When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed. ❞

❝ If you are hearing this, there is nothing I can do. ❞

❝ I have tried to save you, but I cannot come to save you. ❞

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY-BASED DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

DIALOGUE

i don't think i'm meant to have my life figured out yet.

are you skipping, or just strategically absent?

you're my favorite procrastination partner.

how are you this calm during finals week?

i think i bombed that exam.

i don't think i could do this semester without you.

are you dropping the class?

i can't believe we met like this.

i'm avoiding my dorm on purpose.

you don't have to stay if you're busy.

you going to the party, or pretending you hate parties?

i forgot what day it is.

i hate group projects. i hate them so much.

did you actually read the syllabus, or are you guessing like the rest of us?

you're way too hard on yourself.

that party was a mistake.

do you ever miss home?

why does adulthood hit this fast?

i can't believe this class is mandatory.

you wanna study, or stare at the wall together?

you don't have to be strong all the time.

you feel different than everyone else here.

i can't afford another textbook.

i forgot how loud dorms are.

stop spiraling, it's one grade.

don't talk to me before my second coffee.

you're my favorite distraction.

why does every assignment feel personal?

are we actually friends, or just trauma-bonded by this class?

i should not have signed up for an 8 a.m. lecture.

you're the only reason i passed that class.

this campus feels empty at night.

are you okay, or just academically okay?

i'm glad you're here.

i can't tell if i love this major or regret it.

you smell like coffee and regret.

you wanna walk back together?

are you scared too, or just better at hiding it?

you look like you just crawled out of a group project.

did you pull an all-nighter again?

i trust you more than most people here.

can we just stay in tonight?

you make this place feel less overwhelming.

you're telling me that's due tonight?

you're shaking. did you drink enough water?

i didn't expect college to feel this lonely sometimes.

i think i'm burning out.

this campus feels like a city that never sleeps, but i do.

i didn't expect college to change me this much.

you're living off instant noodles again, aren't you?

you look really good for someone this tired.

why is the library always freezing?

i didn't know who else to call.

i didn't come to campus to be this stressed.

i don't think my brain works anymore.

i forgot to eat today.

don't apologize, we're all barely holding it together.

you're my safe person on this campus.

i'm so tired of pretending i'm fine.

i have not slept in thirty hours, so if i'm mean, that's why.

stay a little longer.

you wanna sit together, or is that weird?

i didn't think we'd get this close.

i don't feel like going back to my room alone.

i swear this professor hates me personally.

ACTIONS

( cram ) : for OUR MUSES to cram for an exam last-minute.

( comfort ) : for SENDER to comfort RECEIVER after a bad grade.

( lecture ) : for OUR MUSES to sit together during a long lecture.

( save ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER away from a situation at a party.

( nap ) : for OUR MUSES to take a nap between classes.

( pregame ) : for OUR MUSES to pregame drink before a party.

( crash ) : for OUR MUSES to crash on each other's dorm floor.

( skip ) : for OUR MUSES to skip class and stay in bed.

( rant ) : for SENDER to rant to RECEIVER about a professor.

( breakdown ) : for RECEIVER to breakdown with SENDER present.

( cook ) : for SENDER to make a poor dorm-meal for RECEIVER.

( avoid ) : for OUR MUSES to avoid their roommates together.

( walk ) : for OUR MUSES to walk across campus late at night.

( call ) : for SENDER to call RECEIVER during a late-night spiral.

( wander ) : for OUR MUSES to wander campus with no destination.

( party ) : for OUR MUSES to lose each other at a crowded party.

( food ) : for OUR MUSES to split one sad cafeteria meal.

( stay ) : for SENDER to ask RECEIVER to stay the night.

( leave ) : for OUR MUSES to leave a party early together.

( move ) : for OUR MUSES to help each other move dorms.

( notes ) : for SENDER to lend RECEIVER class notes.

( seat ) : for SENDER to save a seat for RECEIVER in class.

( share ) : for OUR MUSES to share earbuds while studying.

( coffee ) : for SENDER to bring RECEIVER coffee during finals week.

( confess ) : for SENDER to confess burnout to RECEIVER.

( finals ) : for OUR MUSES to stay up all night during finals week.

( study ) : for OUR MUSES to study together.

( bed ) : for OUR MUSES to share a dorm bed.

( shh ) : for SENDER to shush RECEIVER while they're in the library.

[kaisources]

°⋆.୨ৎ࿔:･ WHAT IF THIS IS THE BEST VERSION OF ME? ... a collection of roleplay sentence starters ⁽ ⁰⁰¹ ⁾ based on girlhood, coming-of-age, complicated relationship with parents, mundanity, freedom. genre: slice of life, coming of age, family, hurt and comfort.

Yeah. I'm Spider-Man of the dumpster.

God, all this stuff is worn out!

Damn it. We need some more.

I'm gonna kill you first if you don't shut up. Let's go.

You said you didn't have any money.

I'm out. Leave me alone.

What are you doing today? Wanna go to [place name]?

What kind of dumbass are you?

We go door-to-door. We sell things door-to-door, being friendly.

You can't just give me a job like that.

What the fuck's wrong with my pants?

You kinda look more like a gangster to me. Except for the sparkly phone.

We do more than work, you know. We party.

I'm so hungry I could eat a cow.

Come on, now. It's just a dance. Come on.

Did you come all the way here to tell me that?

Hey, what's going on?

I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, all right?

Hey, you decided to come, yeah?

Can you stop fucking around and help me?

What's your name? How old are you? Where's that accent from?

A real American honey like me.

Business is tough. I only take hard workers.

You got anyone who's gonna miss you?

Hey, what's up? Are you new?

Hey, you gotta learn to leave the new one alone!

Stop looking so damn nervous. Come on. We're gonna have fun.

A whole bunch of cigarettes, that's what.

People actually buy those anymore?

What happened to the music? Who has DJ control?

If you're friends with [him/her/them], they will make sure that you are fine.

Holy shit. What is that?

I don't even know what to say about that person but they are obsessed with Darth Vader.

Hey, can we stop? I need to pee.

Are we able to get us something to drink?

No, but, shit, people love that patriotic shit. Sells good.

I never seen so many tall things in my life.

Holy shit. Look at those fucking buildings.

Is this where we're staying?

There's kids right there, watch your mouth.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

I got your stickers, so you can decorate it however you want.

It's just [he/she/they] doesn't know you, you know. You're new.

You got me a present?

You just gotta prove to me your real name is [name].

It was my mom's idea. She said we're all made from stars. From Death Stars.

Fucking McDonald's poisonous shit.

I'm gonna let it slide this time because it's your first day.

Damn straight. This isn't no fucking charity.

[He/She/They] got me Princess Leia stickers when I first got here.

These people are loaded and it shouldn't be hard.

Whoever makes the least amount of money has to fight each other. Like fight club.

What the hell is fight club?

It's a game, but technically it's not a game. It's like a tradition.

When you're on the road most of your life, you need something to get some shit out.

We all have our little thing, you know.

Do you know what Darth Vader looks like inside his suit? He's a skeleton. Just like the rest of us.

Damn, look at that house down there.

Wanna see something crazy?

I don't trust many people, you know?

That's a bunch of shit, all that. You shouldn't listen to that.

You gotta read & figure them out, what kind of person that person wants in their life. You gotta be that person, you know?

I'm gonna figure out what that something is and I'm gonna work that.

You're my good-luck charm. Here we go.

Do you know what kind of material it is? [Boy/Girlfriend] material.

You're a long way from home.

I'm also selling myself, you know, belief in my future.

Why is that funny?

Hey, hey! Hey! What the fuck was that?

You don't know that. What if it is true?

I'm gonna throw this shit in the fucking river right now.

What, are you religious or something?

We're gonna put on something I like for a change.

So, tell me, what was it that you don't agree with that [name] does?

I don't get what you want. You wanna make money or you don't?

Hey, do you think I can borrow your phone real quick?

Are you just gonna play the silent treatment the whole time?

I can do this shit by myself. I don't need you.

Well, it's supposed to bring you love and luck.

What was that? Was that your dog?

You're kind of a crazy one, aren't you?

Hey, can I party too?

How the fuck you don't know? Move.

I'm gonna fucking tell the world. I feel like I'm fucking America!

You came looking for me.

My dad taught me that I should do wolf noise in case I ever got lost or got into shit.

Can we not argue? Can you just give it to me?

You don't have to give me attitude!

Don't fight me right now. And this relationship thing with me and you? It's not happening, you know.

Love is bad for business. So, yeah.

I'm watching you, and you're starting to get on my nerves.

This place sucks, man. Like middle of nowhere.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Is that your family?

How about you? What's your dream?

No one's ever asked me that before.

Tell me a little bit about the date, how it went and what's going on.

Everybody looks rich as fuck around here.

I'll be able to look at the stars tonight.

We got a kitchen! We can have home-cooked meals!

You always give presents away? You don't keep 'em?

Do you have any dreams? Like future dreams?

How is this your dream, though?

Well, these are not the dream, but it does buys the dream..

I just wanna get, like, my own spot somewhere in the woods and just stay small, you know...

Hey, why are you dressed like that?

A kiss? Already? Damn. Nah.

You're not gonna find many good guys here. Be careful.

I didn't say I was looking for men. I like girls.

What kind of bullshit is that?

Can I ask you to do me a favor?

What the fuck are you doing?

I just thought maybe we could leave together.

No, I don't wanna live in there. It's stupid.

You deal with this shit, 'cause I can't.

I've been trying to think if I should keep you or not.

Uh, what about your dad? Where is he at?

Can I sing you the rest of the song?

Where the fuck you been?

Let's go, let's go! We don't need 'em!

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ DONNIE BRASCO (1997) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

that's how i'll know that i've been sent to fucking hell.

to me, this is like a great moment in my life.

how many times have i been on the other end of that fucking phone?

did you rat me out?

say it to my face, if you're gonna do this.

sweet dreams, angel.

listen to me, you cocksucker, i'll eat your fucking balls for breakfast.

what's it look like i'm doing?

that's a beautiful thing.

let me talk to this fucking guy for a second.

i'm so disgusted with you, you know that?

we could be cops.

we ought to hijack an oil tanker, there's a lot of money in oil.

he could have got whacked out just for that, for your information.

you understand? i'd die with you.

you know what you did, pal.

i want my husband.

hey, i'm talking to you now.

you ain't got no fucking idea, my friend.

the whole society's going down the tubes.

my ex-wife lives in this building.

i don't want to have to come looking for you. you hear me?

you're getting senile.

you want me to help you out?

why don't you go to the bar and have a drink?

i'll be in the kitchen if you need me.

if he gets in touch with you, you have got to try to talk sense into him.

ain't no way you can say to me a lincoln is better than a cadillac.

i guess you didn't ever think of paying these guys off, did you?

who's that over there?

keep your nose clean, be a good earner, follow the rules, and who knows, maybe one day when they open the books, you get straightened out.

i didn't know that.

that's something i don't forget, something that i will never ever forget.

from now on, i'll deal out the cards,

why'd you pay for that drink? a wise guy never pays for a drink.

i said i knew him, i didn't say i fucked him.

this guy is going to fucking kill you.

get me the fuck out of here!

okay. i'm sorry. i gotta go back to sleep.

it's not even a debate, it's a better automobile!

who's this guy?

you think i hate you?

i spent all these years trying to be the good guy.

what makes you think we're wise guys?

i got to have three spritzers afterward just to calm down after i see her.

you vouch for this guy?

you're on my side because i say you're on my side.

what? i'm freezing here!

i'm gonna show you something, i want you to look at it very carefully, and then i want you to think very carefully about what you say to me.

got a girlfriend?

were you asleep?

i just shit in my pants, right?

you're not the only one out there risking your life, bud.

i'm freezing my balls off.

what do we got to be standing outside all day in the cold for?

don't get on your fucking high horse.

did you ever once ask yourself how i make it through my days?

honey, don't wait up for me tonight.

a lincoln is better. it's a better automobile.

bing-bada-boom, it's done.

i'll bet you $20 that you can't get through this entire meal without saying three words.

don't ask so many fucking questions.

how about if i fucking whack you right here and now?

this is life or death.

what the fuck am i gonna do with razor blades?

i'm out here, worried to my fucking death.

you want to check in with me tomorrow?

go home, you miserable bitch.

we're gonna have to wash your mouth out, bud.

i don't want to come down here and iron anything out.

that's for the fucking drinks, pal.

you love control, don't you?

he got me so fucking aggravated.

forget about it.

the bureau wants your autograph.

fuck you, it's not over. i'm not coming out.

i'm checking my lipstick.

you think i'm fucking stupid?

i was working. nothing i could do.

you understand what i'm saying?

it's a nice fucking bluff, huh?

i can get these real cheap and i got a guy who can move them.

you have no idea what you're talking about.

i ain't running from nothing.

one day, i'm gonna die.

i want a divorce.

the meek want to inherit the earth, they're gonna have to get in fucking line.

i'm known all over the fucking world.

where are you going? wait in the car.

want to tell me where we're going?

don't you fucking call me cocksucker.

you think i got a wire in my car?

he ain't got no fucking respect.

you think i don't know that?

go back to sleep. i'll call you tomorrow.

am i getting the silent treatment?

no man of mine is gonna be alone on christmas. come on in here.

i'm doing the best i can.

you'd better fucking kill me.

just give me half a second, would you?

in all the five boroughs, i'm known.

i tell you right now, we better start earning or somebody's gonna get clipped.

you stabbed the wrong guy in the back, my friend.

you're starting to repeat yourself.

you a cop?

you know what happens when you get there, don't you?

i know you. you don't say nothing unless there's a reason for it.

this is a fucking deformed creature from the black lagoon‘s claw i got here.

sometimes you don't make no fucking sense.

we got about two minutes to figure a way out of this thing.

what the fuck are you doing down there?

i live with that every day.

don't start this shit now.

what the fuck are you talking about?

give it back to me, okay?

just stand there and look dangerous, friend.

i did what you asked.

come on, give me a hand with this.

you're pissing up the wrong fucking tree.

i'll cut your fucking throat, understand?

you're not saying things that mean anything.

you belong to me now.

i'll take care of it.

are you kidding me?

i got bruises on my hands.

i want to eat sometime tonight.

i want to know what you're up to.

congratulations. come here.

do you know another man that vacuums? it's abnormal.

this job is eating me alive.

fuck you, i'm getting my own room.

you know what i did yesterday?

ask him why this place is such a fucking dump.

it's a misunderstanding.

he does look dangerous, don't he?

are you married?

could you spot me a couple hundred?

how else am i supposed to open this?

keep your eye out for your balls.

i never said you was a rat.

wow. look at this.

you know that i wouldn't do this to you if i didn't think you could handle it.

you're gonna walk out on me? you don't walk out on me, i walk out on you.

i don't got a family.

i need a steak, medium rare. couple bowls of chili, extra hot.

one of you has got to be wrong.

how am i supposed to know if you don't explain it?

i'll show you a fucking picture.

if i vouch for the guy, i could wind up dead.

you know i'm sorry.

the good news is my dick is now a popsicle.

quit riding the fucking brake.

he'll never know what hit him.

you don't make no fucking sense.

look how beautiful you look.

just go away. stay away.

i don't want to die.

there's got to be a snitch here.

you're here for my dad?

i'm sorry.

i wanted to be alone with you.

what kind of people are gonna take another man's property right off the street?

i don't even want to look at you.

ain't that something?

you looked at it for two seconds.

are you trying to get me killed with that fucking suit?

i'm telling you, i'm freezing to my fucking death.

what? you gonna leave me?

hey, i got a fucking black belt, pal.

why don't you just shut the fuck up?

he was a friend of mine. broad daylight. i can't believe it.

come on, i'm gonna get a candy bar.

what are you talking to him for?

a wise guy don't carry his money in a wallet.

i'll break your fucking head.

no, i didn't hear a fucking thing.

what's the big deal?

hey, pal, you want to see something?

you got to get rid of that mustache 'cause that's against the rules.

a lincoln's like driving a fucking water bed, for christ's sakes.

you took away your wife's ring?

why don't you give it to your wife?

a wise guy's always right; even when he's wrong, he's right.

it's over.

i'm so tired.

wise guys? what are wise guys?

christ, i think i shit my pants.

what would i do without you?

did i say that? did i say you got a wire?

well, well, i've got to school you, my friend.

i pretend you're dead, that's how my life makes sense to me.

i got some things i got to take care of.

you're right. i misunderstood.

i'm not gonna do it anymore.

put the phone on your pillow, i want to listen to you breathe.

i was up here. i had a few things to care of.

don't you tell me what i know.

you never hear from the boss until he gets whacked and then your life gets turned around.

you know how fucking embarrassed i am?

what do you want me to do?

god, why do you hate me when i love you so much?

you keep your mouth shut about me.

how do you find anything in here?

since when does she have a boyfriend?

i didn't mean no disrespect.

that's a tiffany fucking diamond.

if you knew what i was doing today..

it's fucking cold. why is it so cold in here?

i don't want to be stepping on nobody's toes.

you're becoming like them, you know that?

if this is your family, then this is your family.

i came here to be with you.

what do you want me to say?

you don't talk until i talk to you.

whoa, you don't fucking call me that.

i'll blow his brains right there.

no, hold on. wait. i gave you the diamond.

a guy like you doesn't touch a made guy.

i'm getting fucking cancer over here.

you know what i'm saying?

he's a stand-up guy.

your father is so proud of you.

what happened to him? is he gonna be all right?

do what you're told.

seven days a week, i'm out there busting my ass, and this is the shit i come home to.

come on upstairs.

sorry ain't gonna do it.

the problem is that you think that he's helping you, but he's hurting you.

you, wait in the car.

when i introduce you, i'm gonna say, "this is a friend of mine." that means you're a connected guy.

come here. don't mess around with me.

jesus christ couldn't touch you, because i represent you.

a wise guy carries money in a roll, like this. see?

let me tell you something, i hope he crossed over.

you want to go embarrass yourself with this thing..

you don't know the worries i got.

you scared that guy, though.

will you fucking stop that?

you got a car?

is that your way of saying you're sorry?

you're taking the whole fucking thing apart.

i don't know how long i'm gonna be.

you're sorry? shut the fuck up.

hey, you. come here!

you owe me $8,000.

what do you know?

all i'm saying, i'm saying they don't appreciate you, is what i'm saying.

take off your shoes, or i'm gonna chop off your fucking feet.

you don't mention his name, all right?

where you going? sit down there.

come on, honey. come home.

you said it was gonna be three months, it's going on two years.

give me the keys.

all that fucking money you owe downtown, you'd have to lay off a fucking brink's truck.

i was hoping we'd get off on the right foot here.

i got a girl out there in california.

i want to help you out.

that's really nice of you.

sometimes i think, in that orphanage, they dropped you on your fucking head.

nobody else gave a fuck.

all i want from my end is $8,000.

forget it, i ain't taking my fucking shoes off.

the army? it ain't nothing like the army. the army is some guy you don't know sends you out to whack some other guy you don't know.

that's good, babe.

what were you doing last night?

what do you think you're running from?

i think you owe me an apology.

i'm gonna show you something.

i got 26 fucking hits under my belt, and you're the one he's scared of.

a cadillac's got more acceleration, it's got more power.

you think that's funny? i don't think that's so funny.

where the hell am i gonna get money to go bribing cops? nobody authorized that.

we're getting what we want. fuck him.

you losing your marbles on me or what?

give him a smack in the mouth once in a while.

you don't got a family?

you gonna break his legs?

nobody can touch you now. i'm your man.

what's that, you want me to sign it?

what kind of car do you drive?

a son should respect his father, capisce?

are you okay, honey?

i'm gonna be right here. all right?

where we going?

it was the only thing i liked about this job.

they're gonna kill him, because he vouched for me, because he stood up for me.

i put a bet on a horse, that horse don't do what it's supposed to do, like every fucking thing else in my life.

what do you want? $100?

i said that?

you don't have to be fucking einstein to understand this.

come on. i was just bullshitting around.

pull over. i've got to do something.

please calm down.

can you believe those fucking guys?

this ain't a fucking rodeo.

i'm your best friend.

he looked after me when i was in the can.

where the fuck do you get your ideas?

i ain't married.

just shut up, please. leave me alone.

you think i don't know how a hit gets set up?

we never had this kind of a problem when nixon was around.

i'd like to put a dent in that guy's head.

that's the same thing as if i put the bullet in his head myself, you understand?

this place is a goddamn palace, for christ's sake.

i didn't rat you out.

i demand that you tell me where my husband is!

i brought this by for you, it's a little christmas present.

let's go get your car. come on.

i don't hate you.

you know who you're talking to, my friend?

shut the fuck up. nobody's going to jail.

[devorantescorda-2]

Gabriel let out a low, amused breath—almost a laugh—as Azure’s words settled between them. He tilted his head, eyes sharp with something between challenge and fondness, arms folded loosely like a man with all the time in the world. “Do I want to?” he repeated, his tone rich with feigned offense. “Careful, Mr. Devil—you ask questions like that and you’re liable to make me think you want me to.” A slow step forward. The kind that didn’t threaten, not exactly—but didn’t back down, either. He circled Azure slightly, leisurely, the smirk on his lips deepening as he spoke. “Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t bow because someone tells me to. I bow when I decide it’s earned. And you...” He gestured lazily. “You’ve made quite the case over the centuries.”

He stopped beside him now, close enough to catch the heat rolling off the ruler of Hell, but still playing just out of reach. “I mean, sure, you’ve got the whole ‘King of Eternal Damnation’ thing going for you. Fire. Power. Impeccable taste in robes.” A grin. “But it’s not the crown that gets me. It’s how you wear it.” He turned then, facing Azure full-on, voice dipping into something more intimate—though still laced with that maddening, infuriating mirth. “So no, Mr. Devil, I don’t bow for fun. I don’t do it for fear. But maybe… maybe I do it because somewhere along the line, you stopped being just the king of Hell. You became something else to me.”

A beat passed. Then Gabriel exaggerated a sweeping, dramatic bow at the waist—mockingly elegant, one hand over his heart, the other extended as if presenting a gift to a monarch. “Long may you reign,” he said with all the pomp of a court jester playing at knight. Then he straightened and winked. “But don’t get used to that. I’ve got a terrifying image to maintain. Can’t have the underworld whispering that I’m soft for Mr. Devil.” He stepped back, flashing teeth in a grin, voice light but his gaze anchored. “Next time, you want me on my knees, you’re gonna have to earn that too.”

[diviniadiaboli]

There was no immediate reaction. Just that signature stillness, the kind that came from someone who had lived far too long to be rushed, too ancient to be baited by dramatics — at least not easily. But Gabriel, of course, had always known which strings to pluck. And this time, it was the bow that did it. ( Not the performance of it — Azure had seen a thousand men posture and bend the knee with far less style — but the intent buried beneath. ) That thin line between mockery and meaning, between games and truth. Gabriel never offered anything outright. He wrapped it in smirks and sarcasm, dressed sincerity in irreverence like armor. And still, Azure knew. He always knew. 

A slow breath passed through parted lips, steady and quiet, and his gaze followed the man as he straightened and stepped back, still playing at distance while never truly straying far. There was the faintest curve at the corner of the God’s mouth — not quite a smile, too subtle for that, but unmistakably there. ‘Well,’ he mused, tone smooth and low, ‘I’ll admit, I didn’t expect a bow this soon. I was giving it another hundred years.’ His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful in a way that didn’t need to be dramatic to feel deliberate. ‘But I suppose even you have your moments of weakness.’ The words came like silk-wrapped thorns — soft, but not without edge. He let them settle before continuing, each one chosen with care. ‘Of course, if this is how you display your respect these days, I’ll have to prepare myself. I expect rare gifts next. Grand ones. Something suitably dramatic to match the gesture. You wouldn’t want to be accused of doing anything halfway, would you?’

There was no bite in the words, just that glimmer of teasing, the kind that came from centuries of history and the unique patience of someone who had never once chased Gabriel, but had always been precisely where he needed to be when it mattered. His gaze lingered a moment longer, and then his voice dropped, quieter, just enough to feel close. ‘Though I will say… it suits you. That little bow. Almost convincing. You may even fool someone who doesn’t know you.’ He tilted his head, eyes gleaming faintly in the low light, not with power, but with the quiet satisfaction of having seen something real beneath the act. ‘Almost.’ And with that, he let the moment drift back into that easy, familiar tension — warm, amused, and entirely his own. No gloating. No need to press further. Just a single, subtle turn of the knife, the kind only old friends can deliver — and survive.

[lily-musings]

                              how  terrifying  it  must  be  to  be  so  soft.                               how  beautiful  to  be  so  luminous.

[diviniadiaboli]

| ♚ |  ~ @vvaywardangel

It was the same bench, tucked beneath the same crooked tree, where the light from the sky never quite reached. The city had grown around it — louder, brighter, more restless — but this place stayed the same. A narrow fragment of stillness between buildings and silence, forgotten by man and ignored by Heaven. ( Azure hadn’t meant to find it, not consciously, but Castiel always had a gravity to him. Angels had a particular stillness to them when they lingered too long on Earth — the kind of divine quiet that pressed against the edges of the world and made it hard to breathe if you stood too close. ) Castiel, especially. His presence hummed like the memory of prayer, low and bruised, steady beneath the surface. Azure had followed it, like he always did, and it had led him back here.

He sat beside him without a word. The bench creaked, but the air remained still. No divine ripple. No grace signature flaring to life. Just two beings sitting shoulder to shoulder, bound not by duty, but by something quieter. Castiel hadn’t fallen. Not truly. But he’d carried the weight of a thousand choices as though he had. And he never let go of any of them.

There was something reverent in the quiet between them. Not holy — Heaven had stopped being holy long ago — but sacred in the way old things often were. The silence they shared didn’t need explanation. It was worn in, like a song hummed under breath or the ache in your chest before a storm. ( It wasn’t peaceful. But it was honest. ) Time passed. A breeze shifted the branches above them. Distant traffic echoed across the city, muffled and irrelevant. Somewhere behind them, a church bell rang for no one in particular. Azure didn’t speak. He leaned back slowly, shoulders relaxed, one hand resting on the worn arm of the bench, the other cradling a cup he hadn’t bothered to drink from. It was cold now. It didn’t matter.

Eventually, Azure’s voice stirred the air, low and even. ‘Still here.’ It wasn’t a statement of pride or reassurance. Just fact. A promise. A quiet way of saying: You’re not alone. And if that was all they said tonight, it would be enough. Because angels like Castiel didn’t need saving. They just sometimes needed someone who would sit beside them and not leave.

[diviniadiaboli]

| ♚ |  ~ @ordinariums

The first thing he noticed was the sound. Not just the music but the laughter, the glasses clinking, the low thrum of humanity allowed to simply exist without judgment. ( Lux was warm, alive, charged with something more than the music or the liquor; it was freedom wrapped in vice, defiance dressed as indulgence. ) He stepped inside quietly, his form entirely human, the divinity wrapped beneath layers of worn cloth and memory. No one looked twice. Not really. A few heads turned, as they always did. That quiet instinct in mortals that told them someone nearby was not quite like them. But no alarms rang. No panic spread. He smiled faintly. The illusion held.

Azure moved slowly through the crowd, absorbing everything. Touch, light, scent, noise. It had been a long time since he'd allowed himself this close to human joy. To their mess. Their noise. ( It was oddly comforting. ) He passed a couple arguing too loudly about a spilled drink, a group of women laughing so hard one had to lean on the other to breathe, a man dancing alone with absolutely no rhythm and all of it was good. All of it was real. He felt no need to speak. Not yet. He didn't want to disturb it. He didn’t want to shift the balance just by opening his mouth.

When he reached the bar, he offered a small, polite nod to the bartender, not expecting recognition, and received a drink moments later anyway. ( Not divine intervention — just prompt service. He appreciated that. ) Azure took the glass and stepped back, positioning himself along the edge of the room, half-wrapped in shadow, half-illuminated by golden light bleeding through the liquor shelves. From here, he could see the heart of the club and at the centre of it all, the Devil himself.

Lucifer was exactly as the stories these days whispered. Beautiful, magnetic, and utterly in control. He commanded the room with the ease of someone born to bend the world around him, and yet… Azure saw the weight behind his smile. ( The loneliness under the arrogance. The deflection buried beneath every joke and smug grin. ) He watched him work the room like a stage, giving everyone just enough to stay enchanted, but never enough to touch anything real. That, too, was familiar.

Azure didn’t move. Didn’t approach. Didn’t speak his name. He was not here to challenge, or confess, or reclaim what had been lost. He’d done enough of that in other lifetimes. ( No, tonight he came only to observe. To remember. To feel. ) To sit quietly among mortals and pretend for a few hours that he hadn’t once rewritten the stars out of grief. That he hadn’t birthed gods who forgot him. That he hadn’t carved the world’s most complicated child from will and fire, only to lose him to rebellion, history and lies.

He took a sip of his drink; something bitter, familiar, grounding—and let his eyes wander back to Lucifer. ( Their gazes met briefly across the room. And in that moment, Azure didn’t flinch. Didn’t avert his eyes. ) He simply raised his glass ever so slightly, the gesture polite, quiet, impossibly old, and smiled—not the kind that demanded anything in return, just the kind you give someone you’ve missed for far too long.

He would not tell him tonight. He wouldn’t tell him at all, unless he asked. ( Azure had not come to shatter the fragile truths Lucifer had built around himself. ) He’d come to be near. To see for himself what became of a fallen star many had secretly mourned.

And for now, that was enough.

[athenaisrequiems]

If I wasn't so insecure about myself I wouldn't work as hard as I do. I am constantly seeking approval.