Desire™

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[ OH M YGOD MY BABY BOY I’M CRY IN  G UGH SEASON FOUR IS WRECKING ME ]

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me, literally vibrating as I drink this Monster after just five minutes ago drinking a large ice coffee, watching my brain go from 100mph to 500mph:

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                                  “don’t do anything i’d do — and definitely don’t do anything i would do.”                                               “there’s a little grey area, and that’s where you operate.”

@irnspdcr                                                                                                                                          @ircnego written by astro.                                                                                                                                 written by yang.

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Tom Ellis StudioWrap Portraits (2019)

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Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...

🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

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irnspdcr‌:

            Peter looks over and smiles as soon as he sees Ned. “Ned! Dude, how’d you get here?” He waves happily before landing back on the ground. He jogs to his friend and hugs him gently. “Dude you wouldn’t BELIEVE what just happened to me.”

            Ned smiles, hugging him back. “Your Snap map, obviously. I’m your man in the chair, I gotta keep tabs on you so your aunt doesn’t kill you and I can come up with a cover story.” He smiles. “Who’s this dude? And why are you here?” He questions. “Please tell me you don’t have a sugar daddy!”

            Peter makes a face of disgust. “Ew! Dude, no! He saved me from death by punctured lung.” He shutters. “Icky.” He adds. “This, Ned, is Lucifer Morningstar. The actual Devil. Ya know, Hell, demons? Yeah, He’s the head honcho.”

            Ned looks from Lucifer to Peter then back to Lucifer. “You mean to tell me, your best friend, that Satan himself just saved your life? Are you okay?”

     Lucifer’s eyes are narrowed at the other kid, but it seems like Peter knows him. He wonders, briefly, how he even got in. A frown crosses his face when the other mentions SATAN, head tilting to the side.

          “Yes, I very much DID save him. I don’t know if I saved his life, but I’m sure I saved him from a lot of PAIN.” He tells the newcomer, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His hands clasp together behind his back, left thumb toying around with the ring on his finger.

          “I am VERY MUCH the Devil himself. Left hell because I don’t like it.” He looks at Peter and smiles a bit ( it’s tiny, unnoticeable ). He’s thoroughly enjoyed his time here in New York.

          “Peter here has just going to tell me WHY HE WAS ON MY CEILING, though.”

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                                                            peter parker: king of emanating softness.                                                                                 as told by astro.

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            “So God is letting you keep your wings for some reason? Weird…” Peter hums in thought for a moment. Suddenly the elevator dings, causing Peter to backflip onto the the ceiling and stick to it. Well he just made this situation more interesting, didn’t he? Oops. Too late now, his senses were telling him to stay up there until he knew if the person was good or not.

          “No, my father is trying to MANIPULATE me by forcing them back, obviously. I’ve already cut them off several times since the BLUNDERING things came back about a week ago.” He replies, rolling his eyes. He hears the elevator make its stop at the penthouse and the movement beside him causes him to whip his head around, seeing the moment Peter shoots up to the ceiling and STICKS. The Devil’s brows furrow in confusion.

          “Hold on... what???” He exclaims, staring up at Peter as the elevator doors open. Eventually, he looks over at the visitor, brows going up as he sees ANOTHER KID.

          “BLOODY HELL, why are there suddenly so many kids in my life?”

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                – IS THAT A STAGE NAME?     GOD GIVEN, I’M AFRAID.

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                              YOU’RE FUCKIN’ WITH THE WRONG WOLF. 

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            “Yes. I was raised to be polite, and you are helping me, soooo…. yeah.” Peter replied, shrugging before taking the feather. Well, this is a first. But, I think I can trust him. He places the feather on his chest, where the pain was the worst and his eyes go wide as the feather does its work.

            “Holy. Shit. You really are the Devil himself, huh?”

     Lucifer rolls his eyes at the kid as he shields his eyes from the light until it dies out.

          “Yeah. I am. But my wings aren’t me, that’s my father doing something. I don’t know why or what. You should be able to sit up and stuff now.”. He replies, brushing the kid’s shoulder off.

          “You should really be more careful.” Wow, that’s the first time Lucifer has EVER said that phrase. “You might end up dying and that really wouldn’t be good.”

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            Peter is shocked to suddenly be at Lucifer’s place. Well that was quick. Damn. He takes a breath, look around. Damn, this place is hella nice. Dude must be rich or something. He thinks with a hum, slowly reaching up and wiping his eyes.

            “Um… Mr. Morningstar? Can I… ask how you’re going to help me?” He questions, fidgeting with the bloodied sleeve of his hoodie.

     Lucifer looks over to him, plucking a rather nice feather from one of his wings off behind the couch and out of sight. He folds them back out of sight and makes his way around the couch to kneel next to it, a little smile on his face.

          “Mr. Morningstar now, huh? I’m going to give you this. Which pain has you crying?” He places the feather into Peter’s hand.

          “Trust me, put that onto it and you’ll feel a lot better.”

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this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

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            “F-Forest Hills. Queens.” Peter replies. “B-But my aunt can’t know that I’m hurt. She can’t… that will break her heart and I can’t do that to her.” He shakes his head. “I’d rather fucking die or go into a hospital than let her see me hurt.”

     Lucifer taps his fingers on his thighs and then lets out a sigh. He HATES the wings, with a BURNING PASSION. He doesn’t know WHY he has them back, why no matter how many times he CUTS THEM OFF they don’t go away... all his father’s doing, of course. But since he can’t get rid of them, maybe he could use them. The Devil closes his eyes.

          “Okay, then I can’t bring you there... we’ll go to my place, I’ll help you there.” He stoops down to the ground and gets the child as gently as he can into his arms and cradles him there, wings suddenly appearing and flying open. He takes off and in hardly a moment at all they’re in his penthouse and Lucifer is setting the kid down on the couch with a pillow under his head and no explanation as to what just happened.

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            Peter nods his head. “Yeah… but the place was being robbed and… I tried to stop it, and well… here we are.” He takes in a shallow breath and takes his hand, trying to push himself up, tears spilling out of his eyes causing him to collapse onto his knees.

            “Fuck it.. just leave me here… I can’t do this..” He whispers, holding his ribs. He was in so much pain, that he knew he wasn’t gonna be able walk on his own, let alone get to his feet. He rests his head against the cold concrete, crying quietly.

     Lucifer pauses. Literally, everything pauses. The man’s fingers twitch, still outstretched, when the kid starts to cry, and something in him WRENCHES. Eventually, the Devil slowly stands up straight and puts his hand back down to his side, looking down at him.

          “Where do you live?”

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            Peter lets out a pained laugh before wincing and doubling over. Yup, I definitely have some broken ribs or a punctured lung. He thinks to himself. 

            “What can I say, I’m good at guessing… and getting my ass beat.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Some assistance would be lovely, thank you.” He responds with a small smile. He leans his head back, trying to take a deep breath. “Fuck, those assholes really did a number on me. And all I wanted was a damn churro.”

     Lucifer’s brows furrow and lips purse. Yeah, looks like he’s good at getting his ass beat. The tall man leans down and offers a hand. He fleetingly mourns the light gray linens he’s currently wearing as he’s going to get blood on this lovely coat, but for once in his life, he doesn’t care. He’s a man of his word, anyway. He can’t offer help and then not give it.

          “You wanted a... churro..? I don’t think that’s something to get your ass kicked over, Peter.”

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cont. | @irnspdcr

     Lucifer’s brows furrow when he notices the kid ( Peter ) he’d met before, making his way to him whilst fiddling with his cufflinks.

          “Yes, I am on a NIGHTLY STROLL. I must point out I don’t think it’s NORMAL for children to end up like that. THEN AGAIN, I could be wrong. What’s happened?” He inquires, coming to a stop in front of the injured human. His head tilts to the side as he looks down at him. He doesn’t CARE, not really. Of course he doesn’t. Why would he. He doesn’t even like kids. ( yes, he hella does care ).

          “I suppose I should offer help?”