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@hopedoubted
“Because I’m your son…and you rejected me.”
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aka the scene that broke my heart because Lucifer was tripping balls so much he just straight up comes out with his pain. Tom strikes again with his phenomenal acting skills
alonement:
it takes just FOUR sentences for this man to grate on chloe’s nerves, which she’s certain is a new record. the nudity, the arrogance, the presumptions, the women she spots over his shoulder… absolutely nothing is doing him any favors here. did she hit the jackpot or a WHACKJOB ? “ ––––– i’m good, thanks. lucifer morningstar, isn’t it ? creative. ” as if she doesn’t already know; his presence is hard to miss in her town, no matter how much she’d love to. she fishes out her badge, presents it in one swift, practiced move. “ i’m detective decker with the munroe police department. would you mind postponing the… ‘ party ’ to answer a few QUESTIONS ? ”
"you're not here for the orgy?" he cocks his head, smile slowly fading as confusion replaces joy. one would think he's just been told some devastating news with how heartbroken he sounds. the recovery takes no more than a few seconds, however. he excuses himself, and it takes no more than a few seconds to reassure the girls in the room that he'll be back shortly, feel free to start without him. door closed, whiskey bottle and two glasses in hand he returns to the detective, invites her to take a seat on the couch. he pours two drinks, one for himself and one for her.
"tell me, detective, what is it that you desire?"
soitos:
The desire grew within her and sharpened like a blade. Clearly this was his ability at work, as Natasha had never once felt so strongly about her desire to kill someone. And at this point it wasn’t just to find out. His arrogance, the implication that he’d clearly used his power to sleep with women (which was unethical to say the least and a felony back in her universe), the fact that he thought his playing with her brain was a favor. If only she knew how to kill him. The regular means wouldn’t work, at least, not according to the rumors.
“You know, I have a reputation on my world, it’s frequently unfair to me but it’s there and it saves me a bit of time because people in my world know the things I’ve done…” She paused, just being dramatic, “The gods I’ve toppled.” It wasn’t a lie, but it still sounded ridiculous to say. She sighed, toying with the straw of her half-consumed drink. “It’s what makes this place so annoying.” She sighed. “Because little gnats like you think they can talk to me however they please. It is a small man that takes away a person’s ability to make choices and calls it freedom. Is that your obsession with the devil, Mr. Morningstar? Let me guess, you think he’s misunderstood.”
“ah, so we’re birds of a feather, you and i — what have you done? the mind runs wild with possibilities.” he winks at her, before sipping his drink. the things he’s done, the things he’s seen. whoever this human thinks she is, her experiences pale in comparison to the devil’s, but there’s no harm in playing along. he has all the time in the world to figure her out, quite literally. “well, you’ve got your mythology all wrong, haven’t you? there’s only one god, thank goodness.”
lucifer leans back in his chair, curiosity being replaced by annoyance at last. he scoffs, “there you go again, getting it all wrong! listen to me very carefully. i have NEVER, nor will i ever force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. you humans are so weak, so pathetic, you must blame someone else for all your faults. well, darling,” the pet name is said with all the disgust lucifer can gather in that moment. “sorry to break it to you, but i am not the bad guy here. you’re the ones who make the choices. not me.” his voice becomes a low growl, as his face transforms for a few seconds, shedding any hint of humanity. “i am the devil. and you? you’re just a broken, worthless little human.”
he’s a MIRACLE mike never expected to see again, looking damn good where he browses the junk food aisle. there used to be a small window of time where they’d shop together; sex tended to give them both the MUNCHIES. but now mike’s afraid of being pushed away when he approaches, even with his hands up in a plea for peace. there’s a million things he could say, a million ways to apologize for everything he’s done to matthew taylor in particular.
but what he breathes out is simply, “ i should have read your fuckin’ LETTER. ”
@hopedoubted ––––– MATT !
why can’t a man just get his goddamn snacks in peace? no one told matt ghosts were so persistent. he stares at the apparition silently. all the anger, the fear, the guilt? they’re gone. matt’s exhausted every single one of his emotions. all he wants is to go one fucking day without seeing one his dead friends. but the ghosts never speak. and if they do, they never stay long enough for matt to hear them. and the ghosts don’t know about the letter, or the feelings in it.
“michael? you’re here? you’re real?” five bags of chips hit the floor as matt steps closer to the other boy. “holy fuck, man.” matt throws his arms around mike, closing his eyes.
rcsurrectiion:
“UH, wait what ?” Jessica looked from the phone in her hands to the driver with a panicked look in her eyes. She took in the rest of what was said but the fact that there was even the ounce of worry in the other’s tone caused her to consider finding another driver. Her voice had a tone of hesitance as she spoke, “You’ve like…driven before…right ?”
“um, yes. i have. many times...” lara jean slows down. that won’t solve the problem, but it definitely won’t make it worse. she tries to focus on the conversation, maybe if she’s not worrying about doing it right everything will be easier. “i’m not very skilled, though... but you do what you have to do, right? and right now i need to drive. so i’m gonna do it. oh... maybe you should wear this.” she grabs the helmet her sister kitty once left for her as a joke from the seat next to her and hands it over to the girl in the backseat. “just in case.”
it’s like looking in a MIRROR, but one he’d like to hit. did he dream an imperfect self without intending to, or is this the product of something else entirely ? either way… “ get that weird look off our face, asshole. ”
@hopedoubted ––––– RONAN !
well, this is a fucking nightmare. it doesn’t feel like a dream, but it’s the only explanation ronan is willing to accept. there is no way he’d bring back a double of himself. “what the fuck are you? what do you want?”
alonement:
she’s nothing, NOTHING like bella’s seen in this town before. she’s all perfect bone structure under perfect skin, perfect hair falling in perfect eyes ––––– EYES that literally make bella swan walk into sharp desk corners. “ yeah ! yeah, but i’m okay. just sort of notoriously clumsy. ” a tug on her sleeve covers the scratch, but not the RED in her cheeks. “ um, are you new ? i haven’t seen you around before. ” & god, she’d remember her.
“maybe someone should wrap you up in bubble wrap” HOW can any other human be as irresistible to her as beau once was? how can she be expected to bear this torture again? she’s proven she’s not capable of redemption. she’s a monster, she will always be a monster. she may not have killed beau herself, but it was her actions that caused his death, her poor choices, her lack of control. how foolish she had been. getting so close, playing with the limits of her self control. temptation was a dangerous thing. walk away, edythe. “yeah, i uh... i’ve only been here a couple weeks. what about you? you seem... familiar.”
astrolatries:
“ ew ! that’s gross ! that’s gross, ” alexis repeats for emphasis. “ um — hypothetically … how long would it take for those organisms to get to work ? ” it had been a since she worked at the pet clinic, but she still dropped by every now and then. could be dangerous.
“yeah. very gross. kinda makes you wonder why people decide to have cats in the first place, doesn’t it?” nevermind the fact that rebecca herself was considering getting a cat. “you know, the article didn’t really specify, but maybe if you’re asking yourself that question it could already be too late.”
❝ that can’t be the date. ❞ grace remarked as she looked down at the phone that someone so kindly provided for her. it was very different looking, too, like it was advanced by the years she seemingly missed out on. ❝ but that doesn’t make any sense. i don’t understand. ❞ she shook her head & thanked them quietly, moving to sit on a nearby bench. ❝ what am i going to do ? ❞
“what are you saying?” if only the strangers she happened to run into were a bit more strange and a bit less idiotic, maybe jade wouldn’t have to be so... jade. “i know you’re speaking, but all i hear is blah blah i’m weird and pretty. ooh why is everything so confusing for my pretty girl brain blah blah.”
exhaustion has weighed heavily on her shoulders all day, but she’s managed to ignore it until it’s crept into her overused arms, dropping an entire box of bestselling novels onto a customer’s feet. “ ––––– DAMN IT. ”
“hey, it’s alright.” he kneels to collect the fallen books, ignoring the pain that accompanies the motion. when he stands, he doesn’t hand the box back to her. “damn, this is a lot heavier than it looks. you okay?”
stepping into the nighttime air ; the chill of darkened surroundings had a welcoming appeal. the week itself was meant to be a lot calmer , but nothing played out as planned , so in turn his attention had been divided and biased to the outreach center. the diner he currently resided in was only a short distance away from the school. ❝ thank you for meeting me , i apologize for the delay . ❞ t’challa said kindly , but also sincerely.
lucifer doesn’t exactly have time to sit around, waiting for someone. but he does, anyway. he’s intrigued, curious to see what the human has to say. he takes his flask from his jacket’s inner pocket, taking a quick sip. “my time is very valuable, mr. t’challa. but you’re here now, so why don’t we just get on with it, hm?” he leans closer, devilish nature shining through the human facade, persuading the man to reveal his true self. “so tell me. what do you desire?”
he’s BUSY. by which, of course, he means there’s three gorgeous, mostly naked blondes eagerly waiting for him in bed. he doesn’t bother putting on clothes to answer the door, surely this won’t take long and he will be back to his very important business meeting in no time.
“happy birthday to me!” his gaze travels over her body before he steps aside to let her in. “well, what are you waiting for? come join the party! you’ll forgive us for starting without you, we didn’t know you were coming.”
@alonement
soitos:
Natasha sipped at her drink. There was a strange warmth running through her as the things she wanted rose in her body like a flame rising. She showed none of this, however, there was no amount of desire that could make her lose control. “It must be the emotional manipulation,” She said, sipping at her drink. What did she desire. Certainly not the man in front of her. Her desires were deeper than the flesh. For a certain soldier with a metal arm, for a normal life, a family, for a child. But most of all, she wanted the world to be safe.
And it wasn’t if he was out here using his abilities to terrorize women. “Mr. Morningstar, I assume you have heard of the Avengers,” She held up her ID card, but not close enough for him to touch it. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a little chat with you.”
“the what? no,no,no,no. you’ve got it the wrong way around! i’m the one who’s all for free will! emotional manipulation? that’s all my dear old dad! the sick bastard gets off on it." he clears his throat, bringing himself back to the more pressing issue. he’s been at odds with god for millenia, daddy issues can wait. “but you... you’re playing hard to get, are you? i love a challenge. why won’t you tell me what you really want?”
eyebrows raise in curiosity. “avengers? is that a company of exotic dancers? well, as much i’d love to hire your services — and trust me,” he looks her up and down. not bad. “i’d love to — my business is rather well-staffed in that area. but thank you i — “ he notices the card in her hand, barely giving it a glance. “oh, lovely business card, i’m really on board with the secret agent theme. — anyway, as i was saying, we’re not looking for dancers at the moment. if you’d like to leave your number, i’ll make sure to call you if need be.”
sweet lord of the dark, rip me in half and send me to hell please
astrolatries:
“ – oh. ” a slight bemused laugh. “ sorry. i guess my problems are too big to let me think about … getting into bed with people. because my problem is pretty urgent — so if you have a charger or a phone i could borrow, that’d be great ! i need to call my friend before he thinks i’ve been kidnapped. ” again.
“humans and their first world problems, you’re adorable! people out there are staving to death and here you are, concerned about getting a charger for your phone! i love it.” he produces a phone from his jacket’s inner pocket and hands it over, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “i think it’s fair to warn you, i don’t do favors for free.”
“Just … shut up.”
changetm:
daenerys was looking for answers. she had no idea where she was or how she & drogon had managed to come across a land that wasn’t on any map of westeros. it was so advanced, too, dany didn’t understand half the technology that seemed so common in this town. cars were pretty terrifying as well. ❝ and what ever could have made you possibly think that i’d be willing to get into your bed ? ❞
“hm?” he raises his eyebrows, smile turning into something closer to a grimace. the lady has some questionable fashion sense. but lucifer’s got to admit the whole medieval aura’s quite sexy... perhaps there’s something severely wrong with the people in this town. “well, darling... just look at me. what other reason could you need?”
