˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 .
an independent / highly selective lucifer morningstar from netflix’s lucifer. written by alexa , she/her , 31 .
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@luxreprobi
˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 .
an independent / highly selective lucifer morningstar from netflix’s lucifer. written by alexa , she/her , 31 .
𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ›
guidelines , interest tracker , verses , playlist .
two years later and tumblr looks even more strange.
yes my feelings are valid but i don't want them
detektivin:
❝ Uh huh, so tell me again why you thought this would be a good idea? ❞
❛ because all of my ideas are good. even the ones you seem to think are bad. ❜
𝚎·𝚝𝚑𝚎·𝚛𝚎·𝚊𝚕 : 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 & 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
independent & semi-selective 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 of Netflix’s “ 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘍𝘌𝘙. ” PROPHESIZED BY MEG.
truthuncovered:
“And what exactly do you think that business is? I was fairly certain we solved the case, put a man in jail, and got closure for the victim’s family.” Easily taking up the spot next to him, Cecilia looks to the piano keys and ponders what he might play. Her eyes refocus on him a moment later, curious what he thinks they still have to resolve.
❛ i don’t believe we’ve caught our killer yet. it was all a bit too easy, if you ask me. ❜ ever since he’d began his partnership with detective decker, he’d learned that the easiest solution wasn’t always the right one. douglas miller had been the obvious suspect, but what if it was more than just some lover’s quarrel? ❛ there are still fingerprints from the crime scene that miss lopez never got the chance to process. if our goal is to be thorough, then we should follow through on it. ❜
copcorrupted:
Once Lucifer made the comment that it was just like Dan to lack common sense, he figured the conversation was already over. Almost made a move to shut the door and do everything in his power to repress the image of Lucifer standing with his — bits out, to the back of his mind, but he catches what he says last. But he hears what’s said next, that Lucifer doesn’t think what he’s wearing now is salvageable. Dan audibly chuckles at that. It seemed absurd, for someone like him to be self conscious on how he was presenting. But he seemed genuine in his critique on the way that he looked in that. ❛ – you know people don’t find you attractive because you hide under six hundred dollar suits, right? you look good.. you should get back out there, i’m sure chloe’s waiting on you. ❜
❛ i’m not saying i’m ugly, but it’s all about how you present yourself. a di stefano demonstrates class and prestige, whereas sweatpants show a complete lack of awareness. similar to your wardrobe, i’m afraid. ❜ he couldn’t help but be a little snarky. after having a handful of his suits ruined over the past five years, he felt justified in his exasperation — misplaced as it was. ❛ i appreciate the sentiment, daniel, but the detective can wait for a few more moments. she was lucky enough to miss dougie’s airborne latte. ❜ next time, he was going to keep a better eye out for that fumbling oaf. ❛ why did you come barging in here anyway? ❜
deathtake:
The job was quite simple; go up the elevator and kill the man who lived in the penthouse. Easy. Amelia had harder hangovers than jobs like this. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, peering into a little mirror as she adjusted her hair, wiping off some eyeliner from beneath her left eye. Okay, so she had partied a little bit before attempting the job it was a club filled with copious amounts of alcohol, could you really blame her ? Humming along to the elevator music, she slipped up her dress to take the gun strapped to her thigh; she made sure it was loaded she didn’t want to embarrass herself before pulling her dress back down.
One last fluff of her hair as the doors opened and she ‘stumbled’ inside. She was alert as she crept through the darkness, stepping over a shattered container which, from the scent, could only be whiskey. That’s a shame.
❝ Oh, I think I’m lost ! This isn’t the bathroom ! ❞
to make matters worse, he didn’t recognize the female voice that had come traipsing through his doors. it wasn’t maze, and it certainly wasn’t the detective, so it could only mean that... shit. one of the many inebriated patrons of lux had found their way up to his elevator. where on earth was his security detail when he needed them? ❛ then go back the way you came! i’m not taking any visitors! ❜ understatement of the century. as if to exemplify his point, he shoved his wings back through the bathroom door, nearly jamming a handful of his feathers as he slammed it behind him. if that didn’t get the message across, he wasn’t sure what would. humans weren’t always the brightest bulbs — especially after a night of debauchery — but the last thing he needed was another case of ‘guess who exposed the divinity?’.
CONFRONTATIONS
“ you have to talk to someone, eventually. it doesn’t have to be me, but. you need to. ”
“ i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. ”
“ you may like to pretend, but i don’t. something is wrong and you’re hiding it from me. ”
“ you can’t even say that and look me in the eyes. you’re clearly lying. just tell me the truth. ”
“ everyone else might be buying it, but i don’t. what’s wrong? ”
“ you’re not fine. you’re clearly not fine. and you don’t have to keep saying that you are. ”
“ you can talk to me, you know. whatever you have to say, i’m not gonna judge you or do anything. i just want to listen. ”
“ you can’t run away from this forever. ”
“ i can’t keep acting like i don’t see something is wrong with you. ”
“ you keep acting like if you let down your guard the world will end. ”
“ stop brushing me off. i know something is going on. ”
“ hey— look at me. you can talk to me. ”
“ i don’t know if you think you’re being strong or protecting me, but i don’t need you to keep painting on smiles when you’re clearly upset. ”
“ why don’t you trust me enough to let me in? ”
“ you think if you run around taking care of everyone else, no one will notice you’re falling apart. ”
“ you keep acting like you’re looking for an excuse to leave. ”
“ stop. just stop trying to avoid this. shutting me out isn’t going to fix the problem. ”
“ you do realize you don’t have to do this alone right? ”
“ you think you’re handling this on your own but you’re not. that’s not how it works when the people who care about you can see you’re suffering but refusing to ask for help. ”
“ you don’t get a choice this time. i’m helping you. ”
“ why do you keep lying to me like i don’t know ever time you try it? ”
“ i don’t know why you seem to think you have to hide your pain. ”
“ i don’t know why you thought i wasn’t going to notice. but i see right through you. ”
“ i know you’re having nightmares again. ”
“ why are you acting like this? ”
“ don’t change the subject. i saw you crying. ”
“ you fucked it up. ”
“ what the hell is wrong with you? ”
“ just tell me what the fuck the problem is? ”
“ did you just flinch away from me? ”
“ i trusted you. why can’t you trust me too? ”
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the delay between his statement and her answer was long and, quite frankly, a bit unnerving. he’d merely been commenting on her pallid appearance, but now that he’d gotten a good look at her, she looked somewhat petrified. was his devil face showing? brushing his fingers against his jawline, he glanced over at a nearby window. nothing but flawless features. ❛ if you need help, i have friends in lawful places. in fact, the precinct i work for is right around the corner. would you like me to take you there? ❜
fortislumen:
❝ do you need me to… take care of them for you? ❞
❛ i’m not some helpless human, maze. i’m perfectly capable of handling my own affairs. ❜
MUSE SURVEY : BATTLE EDITION
BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational, not always. ( repost, don’t reblog! )
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a pole arm / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex : use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has ptsd / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly
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THE ANGRY, THE EMPTY, THE LONELY, THE TRICKED ——– ❛ we are all museums of fear. ❜ the only solace left to us IS TO HIDE , ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. / ind. male monster multimuse written by alexa.
Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins
Bonus points if they are not, in fact, fine. That moment as they smile at their partner checking them over, the relief that they made it back alive changing to dawning horror and realization as they pull back bloodied hands to reveal a wound they don’t even remember getting. Swaying forward into their partner’s arms as they collapse.
kxllerblond:
@luxreprobi ASKED: “the only thing that interests me is the truth.”
❝ Glad we’re in agreement on something. ❞ the way his jaw is set, the subtle flex of fingers in their otherwise lax position crossed at his front-—he’s frustrated. No, more than that…he’s anxious about something. There’s doubt and that alone is enough to risk undoing the majority of his rigid and controlled composure. ❝ And I’m interested in fair trades. I’ll start telling the truth when you start telling it instead of whatever nonsense you’re spouting now. How about that? ❞
there was so much to unpack into those few sentences that he was unsure where to begin. it was clear to him that this man was on edge, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. his presence was still plenty intimidating, but he’d dialed back his devilness these past few years. if anything, he was blending in even more than he had five years ago. ❛ i’m afraid i don’t follow. i’ve never spouted anything, and i don’t intend on starting now. ❜ as he’d said before, honesty was vital when it came to his dealings. even the smallest of white lies could lead to a human getting murdered, and he wasn’t about to get his hands tied up in that. ❛ so what’s it going to be? deal or no deal? ❜
truthuncovered:
“Apologies, I can’t help it when you look that good.” She usually doesn’t just show up out of nowhere, but he did leave her a text that said he needed assistance on a case. “Oh, I certainly have. I could definitely do with seeing it again…” With a smirk she moves to his bar to pour him a glass of whiskey, not having one herself but knowing him all too well.
while he wasn’t surprised by her admiration, he was confused by it. a lot had changed in the past couple of years, and now that he was in a semi-stable relationship with the detective, he didn’t feel as comfortable flaunting himself as he used to. monogamy had never really been his jam before, but he was a changed devil now. he needed to act accordingly. ❛ look. i know why you’re here, but i specifically asked you to meet me at the precinct. ❜ a detail that, clearly, she had ignored. ❛ forget the drinks. while i appreciate the sentiment, this case is a little bit time-sensitive. the sooner we get to it, the better. ❜
nakedsaints:
she did want him to suffer. she wanted him to hurt like she hurt, she wanted to flay the flesh from his bones in thin strips. she wanted to claw his heart from his chest, pull his teeth out with pliers. she wanted all of that, and more. but it would never be enough. it wouldn’t make her feel any better. when he posed the question, she wasn’t sure what he could give her. there was noting she wanted but him, but did she really? or was this just jealousy? if he came back, would it heal her open wounds? probably not. ‘ no. ‘ it came simply, succinct.
❛ good chat. ❜ when they’d been together, he’d always admired her flippant nature, but now that they were toeing the line of becoming enemies, it felt tiresome. she would come at him sideways with some pent-up resentment she’d been harboring, and the second he tried to rectify it, she would either dismiss or shut him down. ❛ when you’re ready to tell me what you’re actually after, come and find me. i’ll be all ears. ❜ he was trying to be genuine, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up the charade.
❛ until then, i have work to do. ❜