* 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.

𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓.

[anotherdamnrpmemeblog]

things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞ 

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞ 

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

[isreficul]

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

         glass is accepted once the whiskey is poured halfway and offered, the devil all but amused by the woman’s response to it. while he always seemed to get judged by how often he drank or went through a pack of cigarettes in a day, this has to be the first time someone treated the whiskey as some foreign creation-- or maybe because of how old he admitted it was and that it tasted far better now than back then. some story about how it came with the club when he bought it and yada yada that was all very boring in the end. ❛it’s called WHISKEY and judging from the looks of things, you could use a glass yourself.❜

[isreficul]

 smokinmirrors :

The equally as sarcastic and playful response brings a mischievous grin to Mason’s lips, topaz eyes rolling to the back of her head once Lucifer adjusts his clothing. She had saved him from ending up flat on his ass like the rest of the dead, and he was acting as though the half-blood had just scattered dust all over his clothes. Honestly, who wore a suit when it was the damn end of the world? “If you’re telling the truth, anyone in the group could say that to you,” Mason retorted, stepping out of the closet after Lucifer, withdrawing the hunting knife from her belt. Quickly, the fairy got to work on stabbing the downed walkers’ at the base of their skulls, blood splattering onto her filthy boots. Chin raising as the odd man begins to speak once more, the half-blood let out an annoyed huff through her nose. She highly doubted that anyone else would have come to his aid, especially with the heaps of attitude they were bound to receive in return. Eyebrows raise as the fairy watches him dispel a walker with ease, moving to finish it off once it hit the floor. Yanking her blade out of its skull, Mason’s head whipped around to meet Lucifer’s gaze, the wide smile on her lips starkly contrasting the flames of anger that were smoldering in her yellow eyes. “You just admitted that I’m pretty,” she pointed out, stepping towards him and firmly grasping the other end of the jar. 

             ❛ ah, just because i may sacrifice you to the undead for these jellybeans don’t mean i can’t be truly HONEST! you’re an attractive woman and it is such a shame that things have to be this way, wouldn’t you agree? ❜  and although his words are hinting towards leaving the woman behind all for a jar of candy, it’s purely in jest and the devil has no intention on doing that in the slightest-- but his grip does tighten, amidst the few remaining walkers stumbling forth, a cheshire glint IGNITES in his eyes. how was it he managed to find such an interesting group of mortals who surprised him at every turn? no wonder they were so damn good at surviving! still, lucifer isn’t a fool to actually jeopardize mason’s safety and given his constant state of nonchalance, she would never think he CARES, would she?   ❛ however, now is not the time nor place to discuss your looks and who’s the rightful JELLYBEAN PARENT, so let’s fight over custody rights back at alexandria, shall we? ❜  fingers relent from the glass jar and reach out to grasp the knife in her grasp, giving her an allow me the honor look before turning to handle the few walkers blocking their exit. his strength and skill gives no hint of truth to what he is --- well, it doesn’t defy human logic if one assumed his strength came from his height and working out. the head stabbing? self-taught in a world overrun.

[isreficul]

belleteyne :

✰     ◞    @isreficul​ continued from x

A          FIRST          ATTEMPT          AT          NECROMANCY.          a          sorceress,          yet          too          young          to          understand          the          consequences          of          her          actions,          or          simply          because          yennefer          𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝          𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎          about          the          brotherhood          sending          its          mages          after          her.          it          was           𝐚          𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧          𝐚𝐫𝐭,          summoning          demons,          and          yet          without          blinking          the          sorceress          assembled          the          needed          ingredients          of          the          rituals          in          her          p o m p o u s          b e d r o o m          in          rinde.          candles          were          arranged          into          a          circle          and          runes          painted          on          her          bare          stomach,          latin          words          chanted          as          she          kneeled          on          the          creaking          wooden          boards          now          vibrating          from          the          chaos          extending          from          her          fingertips.          her          mouth          was          filled          with          the           𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚢          𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐          𝚘𝚏          𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍         as          the          chorus          stopped          and          her          knees          buckled          under          her.          yennefer          slumped          to          the          ground          in          exhaustion,          the          palm          of          her          hands          stemmed          down          on          either          side          to          brace          for          the          fall.

with          the          stopping          of          the          chorus          came          another          presence,          its          voice          breaking          the          stagnant          pause          and          causing          lilac          eyes          to          look          up.           𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆          𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓          𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘          𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆.          it          seemed          it          did          from          the          look          on          his          baffled          face.          they          both          were.          ❛          do          all          demons          wear          terribly          blant          suits          ?          ❜          the          sorceress          blurted           without          thinking,          groaning          in          pain          as          her          vision          slowly          shifted          and          her          hands          rose          up          to          cover          her          exposed          breasts.

           lips tugging back, exposing the amusement her question brings forth. being summoned by a woman whose upper half laid bare and only covered by lithe hands, he could very well ask if she knew a thing about bras and other garments she probably wouldn't know anything about. but this room --- the very atmosphere of which he stands in is different from that of hell and despite standing out like sore thumb, there's another aura of issues circulating around him. this woman wasn't like the others, no. she's not some wiccan, nor a wannabe witch who found spells off meaningless sites. and this world is not one he's far too familiar with. summoned here once, yes, but banished back before he could utter a word.

          ❛ i'm not a demon at all, dear.❜  spoken slowly as the devil tries to make sense of the room and the ingredients strewn about. the usual bullshit that should have worked but unlike most things dealing with summoning his KIND from the depths of hell, there’s always loopholes and details no one can dare understand. or perhaps his father is tossing another coin to find a way to make him suffer. never minding THAT, lucifer shrugs from the confused posture and picks up something more familiar to dark orbs, her shirt, and offers it with what seems to be a smile forming.  ❛ i hope your little spells can send the DEVIL back where he came from, mm? ❜

[anotherdamnrpmemeblog]

things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞ 

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞ 

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

[isreficul]

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[isreficul]

“give and take. that’s life.”

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

   ❛but do you think that’s all there is to life?❜  lucifer has seen and punished all types of people, especially in the ever changing west. however, he was not without OBSERVING the mortals and their ways of living, what they fought for. it wasn’t just about giving and taking, but freedom and wanting families they knew they could never have given who they are and what they were. as confusing as he must have sounded with his talk of being the devil, he couldn’t help but wonder if giving and taking was the bare minimum of humanity. ❛you mortals always speak about living life to the fullest, about love and family but all you do is the damn opposite. giving and taking is a choice you make in life...it’s not all life is in the SLIGHTEST. i assume life is whatever you choose to make of it and when you die, you’re stuck with the choices you made. at least, that’s what i seem to understand from my time here.❜ most outlaws lived their lives in the give and take prospective, some saw a future where there was more. either answer, the devil cannot offer a proper answer.

[isreficul]

“the fuck? who are you?”

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

   careful with spells lest you wish to summon the embodiment of evil through the gateway to HELL. mortals always did seem to assume the saying talked about the dreaded DEMONIC spawns who crawled around the bowels of hell, but none assumed the devil could be the very evil that walked right on through. and no, he didn’t need a spell to step foot on earth ( DO THANK HIS DEAR DAD FOR THAT. ) but the invitation was always different. some monk would accidentally mutter the wrong latin phrase, a witch with the wrong intentions or a sorceress who seemed to have no clue her chaos could do the impossible. given the choice of a colorful word, lucifer knows that his suit-clad presence wasn’t exactly her intended choice. ❛i’m someone you clearly had no business summoning from hell, but i assume your goal was in the...DEMON category or something went horribly wrong.❜

[isreficul]

vyrulent :

          “i said: there’s a vampire in los angeles that’s killing humans,” lucy westenra offered once more, attempting to keep her voice low should there be any mortals within listening distance that weren’t drunk off their ass. while she had once been labelled the bloofer lady for taking children in the night, the vampiress had never brought death upon anyone’s door. to do so would most certainly cement her place in hell, as so many had told her of her fate since the count had turned her against her will. “whoever it is, is draining the blood out of his victims. i’d think that be something you’d want to know about – especially if it’s who i think it is; he calls himself your son, afterall. and…my own selfish reason as to not wanting to be hunted by vampire hunters for what this vampire is doing.”

    ❛ trust me, darling, i always pull out during my sexual enjoyments. and some random leech claiming to be the son of the devil is no surprise considering half of the mortals do it on a daily basis! ❜  the whiskey slides down his throat with a well DESERVED burn, eyes closing momentarily to savor it before he continues to stare at the woman on the pole-- a far more entertaining and distracting sight than the vampiress in front of him. who said he would help? who said the devil got involved in the misfortune of others? some random, DELUSIONAL vampire killing humans had nothing to do with him..or did it? perhaps she wanted the vampire to be, well punished for his actions. but she also sought PROTECTION in the time being. a sigh is pulled passed thinned lips, frown heavy on brows. ❛ why on earth should i help you? are you not the same as most creatures of the night, draining their victims dry to the core? are you not worthy of punishment as he you mention? ❜

[isreficul]

smokinmirrors :

Her pale skin practically looked ablaze, basked in the deep golden light from the ball that was hovering between her hands. Mason’s butterscotch eyes were darting between the door and the power that was buzzing between her fingers, the skin around them crinkled with tension. It looked downright unstable, flickering and sparking with energy as it crackled against the skin of her palms. Lucifer’s quip about candy of all things had the half-blood’s gaze turning venomous. If looks could kill, the odd man would be dead several times over, between the fairy and the rest of the group. “You would assume correctly. Half of them are mine, once we make it through this,” she countered, expression daring him to oppose her. Nodding at Lucifer, she took a step away from the door, allowing the first of the dead to push through. Throwing the ball of light at their feet, she grabbed the (angel?) man’s shoulder and pulled him back. Just before her spirit bomb hit the ground, it exploded in a burst of blinding yellow light. The force of the blast sent the walkers flying on their backs, and a satisfied smirk curled its way onto Mason’s lips as she withdrew the hunting knife from her belt. “Age before beauty,” she says slyly, gesturing towards the door with her free hand. 

   it takes everything in his power to not respond with a snarky quip at her words, but he’s still surprised at the way her light sends the walkers back flat on their ass. it didn’t register that she had TOUCHED him for the first time since their meeting until he has to pull away from the closeness with a slightly confused smile; one that doesn’t last long once suit jacket is fixed dramatically and cuffs of his sleeves adjusted back into it’s immaculate presentation. ❛ i hope you know that your AGE BEFORE BEAUTY remark applies to those jellybeans, dear.❜  and the devil is out the closet without another moment wasted, stepping over the fallen corpses with every bit of ease despite their grabby little hands. all so eager for a piece that lucifer wasn’t willing to give them as he made his way to the coffee table with the glass jar sat so undisturbed and filled with his ( THEIR. ) prize.  ❛ while you clean up the undead garbage, i’ll be taking these babies back to alexandria! because you know, me being a senior citizen and having old man benefits.❜  his elbow harshly connects with the jaw of some unfortunate walker and the force alone sends the thing a few feet away from him.  ❛ then again, you probably need help taking out the trash so you don’t ruin your pretty FACE. ❜  

[isreficul]

badmcdicine :

     He was a little bit of an eccentric man when Cecilia first met him, and to his credit, the Saint Denis Charlatan had stayed that way. Consistency was a rare luxury these days, so it was always appreciated when it was shown. Regardless of all that, he had also given Cecilia very good leads in the past whenever she dabbled her way back into bounty hunting. She always wondered just how he got his information – but that was the point of a charlatan, right? And while you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, the same could easily be said for someone as well informed as him. 

     Cecilia ignores the playful jab ( ‘my little bounty hunter’? really? ) but gives him the courtesy of a smile and a wave. “Do we? I wasn’t aware we were on such a tight schedule. I’ll do better to be on time when we meet next.”

   pearly whites gnash, lips drawn back to present the devilish grin that often does his BIDDING. can’t go wrong with the unearthly charm and a fancy, three-piece suit when presenting the start of a punishment to an unsuspecting mortal. he won’t go into too many details ( HE NEVER DOES, NO SHOCKER. ) when it comes to how he plans to gain control over one of the local businesses, but it’ll be enough for cecilia to know her role in the matter. ‘ never mind that, now. i think a woman of your caliber would love to see a man punished for his crimes, especially those against WOMEN AND CHILDREN since you mortals tend to react quickly to aid them. ‘  lucifer would also like to point out how brave humans became when animals were in danger versus some old bloke crossing in front of the trolley, but he will save that for another time and punishment.

   ‘ the local fence here is nothing more but a damn slave trader and worth a big bounty if you manage to catch him alive according to my sources. i figured you could take the bastard in and i, well i can take over his shop and start up a beneficial place for my associates. ‘  his smile seems to broaden by the second and whether or not the woman is interested, lucifer isn’t without a few more tricks up his sleeves to persuade her if need be. ‘ what do you say, partner? ready to make a deal with the devil? ‘

[isreficul]

   ‘ i can’t begin to understand why you’ve been following me around all night and to be honest, i rather not know.’ having enough problems on his plate was the start of his extended, equally as extended vacation from hell and at every turn there was something new to interrupt his newfound hobby. once the nightclub had cleared, all except the company who stalked him from corner to corner, the devil decided that ignoring them wasn’t going to work in his favor at all. ‘ but i’m willing to bet you’re going to tell me anyway, so spit it out. ‘

starter | @dissolvedshadows​

[isreficul]

   ‘ what the hell is this-- wait, don’t tell me! is this some sort of pun about the one android who walks into a nightclub and meets the club owner but shockingly, the owner is the devil and the android has no bloody clue what that means? because if so, we are going to be toxic companions and whatever little iphone noggin you have is going to fry trying to understand me.’ safe to say that lucifer is already amused and enjoying all the ways he can fry a processor by saying racy jokes and waiting for a reaction. but, hands are clasped together and the devil leans back dramatically. ‘ or samsung, i don’t discriminate against technology.’

starter | @anarmyofme​

[isreficul]

  ‘ you talk about the group not facing issues alone, but here you are plotting to take on the bald witch of the undead without telling a soul. ‘ this mortal was different than the others, one who was quite silent but very stern on what happened and what didn’t. lucifer is prepared to be told no about tagging along, about going back to his own home and that being on watch was none of his concern-- but perhaps the archer thought lucifer didn’t care about his safety for him to spill the truth about taking on alpha alone. as much as the devil wanted to see her punished, he couldn’t explain to these clueless people how he did it. and she took things from them he dare not bring up out of the clear blue. that’s what happens when the group think he’s a crazed fool, delusional about being the devil and all.

starter | @uphld​

[isreficul]

   it makes little sense when mortals use lux as a place to spew their problems and not for what it is, a nightclub where all sins and desires could be released. with the amount of drunkards and women in the mood for comfort between their thighs, why on earth would the devil be sought out and listening to a tale about...fuck, the whiskey must’ve drowned out his eardrums. ‘what were you saying about blood again, love? it’s easy for me to get lost in my own little world when there are matters i can care less about hanging around.’ not to mention a very beautiful woman grinding on a pole directly behind the young woman who’s talking to him.

starter | @vyrulent​

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[isreficul]

   the swindler, the favor-granter, the saint denis charlatan and all of the unfavorable names granted to the suit-clad devil who could always be found seated in the park with a fancy, gold pocket watch pressed against his palm. since his unruly alliance with dutch’s gang, lucifer was the one pulling the strings in terms of making sure no harm befell the women and that little urchin at camp, so long as he had souls to punish. the terms didn’t actually go into detail and saying one was the devil apparently wasn’t an uncommon phrase thrown around. devil this, devil that-- he finds it amusing how many mortals believe they are evil incarnate and yet can be snuffed out with a snake berry from a bush. but anyway, terms that he make cash deals and procure information on the pinkertons to keep them at bay. today is different and once the redhead had appeared upon the cobblestone path, pocket watch is tucked away and an amused smile is adorned. ‘i was wondering when you’d show up, my little bounty hunter! do have a seat, we have much to plot and scheme.’

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