Duck Duck Luce

"Better?" Lucifer made a variety of little pfft type noises, waving a hand and, you know. Yeah, better to do? Sure! Right. YEAH. Obviously.

...No!

"Everything I do is very important...and cool." Lucifer pointed at Vox's eyes, then himself, no wait, reverse that! Lucifer's eyes. Vox's self. Keeping an eye on you! Yeah.

"But look at the time, I think you should...go fuck yourself. Hah!" Literally! That's what you're literally allegedly going to do! At least that's what the ad said. And what everybody is yammering about today.

"Have fun, I have lots of...important business to attend to!" He popped his collar, and looked at Vox over his shoulder as he headed out. "King of hell. Business."

#voxtekoverlord

OOC

I just straight up lost my icons I guess.

I had a nice lil folder of icons and it's just. Missing?

rip y'all get rp done the old fashioned way. no cute lil lucifer faces for you. sad

#//ooc

voxtekoverlord

@duckduckluce replied to your post “"There is no way we're allowing that thing into...”:

"Ooooh, box-man, pro tip...people don't like it when you call other people 'things.' Don't you have PR people? For that?"

"I'm literally talking about a broken version of myself so I don't think anyone fucking CARES, all things considered.

Don't you have rubber ducks to shove up your dick hole or something, your MAjesty?"

#voxtekcrown #//or voxtekoverlord EITHER WAY

"At least he has depth."

Defending the boxy-headed Vox clone ONLY because it pisses this one off, and that's funny!

"You know, cuz you're like....all flat and weird. Turn sideways and boop, just a line! Great for, what, breaking out of jail, I guess?"

SHRUG! And grimace. EW, no. That's not what you do with rubber ducks, you weirdo.

#voxtekoverlord

@voxtekcrown from x

He's going to straight up ignore that command and start balancing some mini rubber ducks on the brim of Vox's hat. Humming and squinting at him, then giving a grin and nod.

"There, takes the edge off! If you're lucky, Hell MIGHT give you a second chance!"

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t come to that…” the weakest of grins. Hoo boy. He would do the same thing.

BUT NO. “Well, hey! If it comes to that, My daughter Charlie has friends in our Heaven, and they have some really incredible prosthetics! So if you go bald, we’ll just see about fitting you for a brand new set. Pure gold!”

Not ostentatious at all! Let no Lucifer live chicken-winged.

Kind of promising big on behalf of Charlie, but. He was kind of hoping it wouldn’t come to that anyways.

burningfeathersx

Look, he sees it. He sees what the other Lucifer is doing here, but he is still upset! And at least a little stressed!

"Charlie has enough to worry about and doesn't need the addition of a side-show not-dad's problems." Lost a bit of steam and slouched in place. It was going to be fine. Whatever was happening. Simply because it had to be in the face of other Bigger Problems. Like his missing kid. And whatever other (to him) Hell's recent events.

"Stones, the itchiness that is inbound." He suddenly blurted. Whatever pinfeathers were in his future were going to MISERABLE.

"...ha, yeahhh..." Well, you're not wrong. Grimacing smile, a bit thankful he wouldn't be taking him up on that, because yeah. Yeah. He puffed up his chest and gave a better grin. "Well, you're a Lucifer! I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle."

A laugh escaped him on that blurted line. "Oh, I know. That's the REAL punishment after the fall, am I right?"

Itchy feather regrowth, the ultimate punishment.

"That's when you need a nice long soak in the tub. Let all your troubles slip away." He gave a wistful sigh. He'd love a good soak right now.

#burningfeathersx

“Ah- huh….” His reassuring grin dropped a degree. Yeah, okay, that was fair enough. Hm.

“Different doesn’t have to mean…worse.” He grimaced a little, because ehhh, he didn’t necessarily love the change on himself, but. “As long as they come back, that’s the important thing. And if they don’t…”

Harder grimace. WELL. If they don’t, he doesn’t know what to tell you! “…Worse things have happened?” Oof. Ouch. Technically true though.

burningfeathersx

"If they don't come back, I'll have naked chicken wings and will have to go see how fast I can get myself smote out of existence." Because that was obviously fucking worse than death. He knew ways! He could make it happen!

There were, in fact, no worse things to his ego than the idea of bald chicken wings.

#burningfeathersx #//mild hazbin hotel season 2 spoilers

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t come to that…” the weakest of grins. Hoo boy. He would do the same thing.

BUT NO. “Well, hey! If it comes to that, My daughter Charlie has friends in our Heaven, and they have some really incredible prosthetics! So if you go bald, we’ll just see about fitting you for a brand new set. Pure gold!”

Not ostentatious at all! Let no Lucifer live chicken-winged.

Kind of promising big on behalf of Charlie, but. He was kind of hoping it wouldn’t come to that anyways.

burningfeathersx

@duckduckluce replied to your post “"Molting." Grumbled to himself. Trying not to...”:

“I know, right?” Wheezing, I-can-relate type chuckling from a fellow Lucifer who has been partly drained of his Essential Essence. His feathers are not molting nearly that bad though…huh…hm. It’s fine. You’re probably fine. “They’ll grow back better than ever! I’m sure.”

This Lucifer was more skeptical of a positive outcome. Small face to that effect, really.

"Possibly. Last time they were burnt off on the drop and came back all...discolored." Hence his skepticism. Bit more open. He didn't need to fib to a being that had gone through It.

“Ah- huh….” His reassuring grin dropped a degree. Yeah, okay, that was fair enough. Hm.

“Different doesn’t have to mean…worse.” He grimaced a little, because ehhh, he didn’t necessarily love the change on himself, but. “As long as they come back, that’s the important thing. And if they don’t…”

Harder grimace. WELL. If they don’t, he doesn’t know what to tell you! “…Worse things have happened?” Oof. Ouch. Technically true though.

#burningfeathersx

OOC

whispers also can i be so real (not spoilers)

#//ooc

OOC

might actually bring this blog back after the season ends 👀

I feel like I might kinda sorta actually understand the character better now WE'LL SEE

I just wish the show had a LITTLE more material for him aaaaa

#//ooc

Lucifer is going to heave a big ol’ sigh and have a nice glass of scotch. Spent the last hour or so smiling and nodding at everything Niffty had to say out of desperation for human(ish) interaction.

Social meter slightly more filled. Brain overwhelmed thoroughly by the horrors of Niffty’s revelations.

Better than alone at home at least!!!

#ic

Socializing was an ever growing pile of straw for her. She had to sidle up to this guy and ask a favor. She had to return a favor to get the favor. Then drag Val and Vox around into public. To another Ring. Get them onto a rink that was liable to have at least a dozen other people. And manage every bit of her ornery, anti-social, depressed, and paranoid traits for every step of the journey.

The only thing she REALLY got out of this was seeing two people she cared about having some fun.

And now, somewhere between favors and travel, she had to endure being needled at for being the fuck up at life that she was. He didn't care. He just didn't get it. Normal-ish people take others to places and do activities with them. She knew that. He knew that.

She wasn't fucking stupid. Not incapable of understanding what sane and well-adjusted people do.

A hand slowly came up and pressed over her eyes. "Can I just have this? Please?"

Ah.

Well.

Lucifer's big bouncy "go get 'em, sport!" energy sobered out, giving her more space both physically and in volume. "Of course. Who am I to tell you how to have a good time, eh?"

It's not always that easy, and at least she was going out at all. Better than he could say for his social life, which is little more than the incidental meetings of this or that person in the hotel lobby.

"Well, if you need anything else, I imagine you know where to find me." He won't make her work for it any more than she already has. You did it, level cleared.

She pulled herself back into a serious expression and let out some air.

"Yes, I've been skating. Used to be a thing used for working. For cutting and hauling lake ice around. Did it a few times for money. Few times for fun with the locals." She was like newtonian fluid, he had to be careful.

"I just...I don't know. Does it matter? Things happened. I changed. I am who I am now. Not then."

"Sssoooo it's a fundamental part of your character now that you not have fun on the ice with your boys?" Come on, you have a storied career with skating apparently. Work AND fun. Clearly it's not too much of a performance.

"That's awfully limiting. I mean, I'm not going to rescind my blessing if you don't hit the ice yourself, though I totally could."

So tempting.

"But I really think you should consider it. Starting is the hardest part. If you really don't like it, you can stop anytime with no regrets."

"Yes." Was her wall-eye-light answer. Correct. Both.

"You are not living. And not because you're a ghost. Or dead."

Lucifer has become inexplicably invested now. People being afraid to do fun things in public is just one of those things! Everyone wants to be the one to get the shy one to dance!

"Alright, I'll give you dancing, for now. But skating? That's just walking with knives on your feet!" So reassuring. "Have you tried it, at least? Hit the ground a few too many times?"

"I...don't want to." And she was stubborn as a default. At least when she'd firmly decided something. Like the fact she didn't want to do the activity just--watch the activity. "It's like dancing. I don't like dancing." Bubbled up and out of her hard to scrutinize reasonings.

"You don't like dancing, or you're afraid to be SEEN dancing?" HMM?? Ice skating could be seen as a bit performative as well, so he supposed that might be the common thread.

"Oh, hah, I don't plane to skate myself. Pff. But I'm sure my guys will." She was just...like that.

"And why not??" Instantly hands on hips, giving her an affronted look. "Get on the ice, it's a delight!"

So very optimistic. But she seen Charlie from a safe distance before and, well, she supposed she got that from somewhere. Fake or not.

She took the pile and tucked them under her coat. Not into a pocket. Just under her coat. Came away with an empty hand. They were stored. Nothing to worry about.

For lack of something clever to say back to that she nodded.

"Thanks. For taking a chance, anyway."

Nice cartoon physics you've got there! Very impressive! He can do some of that himself!

Lucifer smiled and nodded. "Of course! Don't make me regret it!" Said jubilantly, not as much a veiled threat as a jokey joke.

"I hope you enjoy it. I haven't been ice skating in an age, sounds like a blast."