ROTTEN SOUL

≪•◦ Lucifer Morningstar || Heroes of Yesterday ◦•≫

[silverxtongue]

It was no surprise that the masked "hero" didn't take too kindly to his presence. He wondered briefly if he viewed him as just another one of his villains, running amuck, up to no good. He wouldn't blame him for that assumption, but he would be greatly mistaken. "I know you're not. There isn't a soul alive or dead that is suitable for that job, let alone someone who wants it." He stepped forward, grinning slightly. The mention of Constantine was as amusing as it was frustrating. "I'm actually looking for you."

[silverxtongue]

The white lenses of his mask widen slightly, resulting in being the only readable face expression on his masked face. Lucifer's words only make him further suspicious of him. What could Lucifer of all people want with him? His words are first met with an audible hum as he ponders how best to address the unexpected situation he's found himself in. "I'm listening," he replies, "but I make no promises or deals." If there's anything he's learned from Constantine, it's that it's best to avoid making deals with other worldly creatures, especially someone as powerful and quick witted as Lucifer. "

"Despite contrary belief, I'm not a fan of deals. At least not anymore." There was a time that he was, but seeing how mortals painted him as someone who persuaded other's to fall and dealt in deals and lies, he was actively acting against those assumptions.

"I actually came here to pick your brain."

Crossig his arms in front of his chest, he paced around him for a second, stopping so he was at his side. "And to ask you a question: Why do you choose not to kill?"

[silverxtongue]

“ Let me go ahead and pass that problem onto someone else. ” - from harry @/longingwithgoblins

"You can only run from you problems so long, Harry."

The man's name dripped from Lucifer's lips like poison. He had used it just to show that he knew exactly who he was and that he wasn't going to be dissuaded so easily.

"Trust me, I'd know."

[snikt-23]

The devil had to admit, she had guts. Not only did she recognize his scent, and was obviously taken off guard by his remark, she didn't let him walk off freely. He was used to stunning mortals into silence with remarks like. She took it upon herself to grab him and lead him to more clandestine meeting place. It was either guts or a death wish. Considering her age and how death lingered about her, he'd bet on both. "So demanding. That'll get you killed one day." Lucifer pulled his elbow away from her, slightly abruptly. It was clear he didn't like being touched, let alone pulled around. But he was coming outside anyway. He pulled out a cigaretted and lit it, completely unbothered by her presence. "Then you'll know who I am. But til then, shouldn't you be working?"

It might get an ordinary person killed, but she was not a person. Not in any human sense. Laura gathered that he was perceptive, but she was not sure how much he could really gather about her. How much he knew she could survive.

"My job is to assess threats," she said as he pulled away and lit the cigarette. "Are you a threat?" The question was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. One way or another, Laura could tell that he could pose a threat. She wasn't sure what kind of threat, but everything about him screamed of trickery.

[silverxtongue]

"Well isn't that a question?"

Lucifer pondered that for a moment, the cigarette linging in his mouth. She was straight forward and had a cut throat air to her that if he did answer "yes" she'd try to kill him right then and there. That would be a horrible mistake on her part.

"Depends on who you ask. Inheretely, yes. But am I a threat to you or to this little club? No."

[rdjaday]

[untitledmemes]

Nimona Prompts

Part II An assortment of prompts taken from the movie Nimona on Netflix. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Can you just be you, please? ”

“ Should've just stayed in jail. ”

“ You knew him better than anyone. ”

“ Remember who you are. ”

“ Your plan sucks, and it's boring. ”

“ We are villains. Embrace it. ”

“ Stop pushing me! I'm trying! ”

“ You're right. You're never that much fun. ”

“ Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious. ”

“ You deserve a better explanation than that. ”

“ They all look so happy together. ”

“ Let me go ahead and pass that problem onto someone else. ”

“ There's no time! ”

“ Aw. Why did you get to kill him? ”

“ I hate to say it, but you make a pretty good bad guy. ”

“ Okay, most people scream at that part. ”

“ What I want is answers, so start talking. ”

“ I didn't know what to do. ”

“ I'm sorry for kidnapping you. ”

“ You got betrayed by someone you trusted. ”

“ They brainwashed you good. ”

“ You should be questioning everything right now. ”

“ When things go south, I'm breaking stuff. ”

“ Is something on your mind? ”

“ I'm innocent, and I have proof. ”

“ Come on, man. Do the right thing. ”

“ Well, if it isn't the golden boy. ”

“ Did I ever mean anything to you? Or was it all just a lie? ”

“ She has my back, unlike you. ”

“ Yeah. Now I'm gonna punch you in the face. ”

“ I've got you, kid! ”

“ We have to get you out of here. ”

“ No matter what we do, we can't change the way people see us. ”

“ You changed the way you see me. Didn't you? ”

“ So, you got a plan? ”

“ Tell me the truth! ”

“ Round of applause, ladies and gentlemen. ”

“ I don't fight for her anymore. ”

“ Is it ever gonna be enough? ”

“ It's okay. You're safe. ”

“ I'm not the villain here. ”

“ We've been wrong about everything. ”

“ We can go back to the way things were. ”

“ You're the one who told me not to trust anybody, to question everything. ”

“ You know what you are. ”

“ Do you feel that? ”

“ I'm gonna be a freaking hero. ”

“ I don't know what's scarier. The fact that everyone wants to run a sword through my heart, or that I just want to let them. ”

“ I see you. And you're not alone. ”

“ It's over. ”

“ What if we've always been wrong? ”

“ Please come back. ”

[hearthecanarycry]

@wonderstroy @snikt-23 @hearthecanarycry

[lucifershots]

“how long was i meant to pay for that one action?”

forever, lucifer. you had your own beliefs and values, you defied from your siblings.

he was stuck in hell for ten billion years, at least, by his own words. ten billion- even by angel time, that is so incredibly long. he doesn’t feel any remorse for it- but he’s free.

or, well, he will be.

but he’s a fun character, very in depth. people like to act like he doesn’t care. but as i like to focus on, he is capable of feeling emotion- however, when you’re the “perfect” angel at first, then get crash landed into hell for rebelling, critical thinking, having your own voice, you don’t reflect on them. I want to sit him down and peek into his brain.

also um. yeah. morpheus ig

[snikt-23]

The woman's sharp words were enough to elicit a chuckle from the man. Her senses were sharp, sharper than what was humanly possible. It made him question just who this woman was. If he looked into it, he'd have all the answers he needed, but there was no fun in that.So instead, he stepped closer to her, wearing a knowing grin, lowering his voice so only she could hear."And you, my dear, are dripping with sin."

Her face twitched into a scowl as something close to a snarl slipped from her mouth. Laura didn't know what he was, but she could sense the danger radiating from him. Pairing that with the sulfuric scent and she knew that there was something wrong with the man. If he was even really a man in the slightest.

He leaned closer and the scent grew stronger before his words sent a cold chill down her spine, as if he had seen right through her. She grabbed his elbow and pulled him around the corner outside the club. "What are you?" she demanded.

[silverxtongue]

The devil had to admit, she had guts. Not only did she recognize his scent, and was obviously taken off guard by his remark, she didn't let him walk off freely. He was used to stunning mortals into silence with remarks like. She took it upon herself to grab him and lead him to more clandestine meeting place.

It was either guts or a death wish. Considering her age and how death lingered about her, he'd bet on both.

"So demanding. That'll get you killed one day."

Lucifer pulled his elbow away from her, slightly abruptly. It was clear he didn't like being touched, let alone pulled around. But he was coming outside anyway. He pulled out a cigaretted and lit it, completely unbothered by her presence.

"Then you'll know who I am. But til then, shouldn't you be working?"

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⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ poetry memes part one.

lines of poetry from a variety of different sources. taken from the first six months of poems in the 'a poem for every day of the year' collection.

❛ i did not die. ❜

❛ i have no name. ❜

❛ i shot him dead. ❜

❛ i remember you. ❜

❛ i'm afraid it's you. ❜

❛ i've done my best. ❜

❛ today is very boring. ❜

❛ you will not succeed. ❜

❛ she looks a little bit sad. ❜

❛ now is it true or is it not? ❜

❛ my mouth is full of stars. ❜

❛ i have nothing else to do. ❜

❛ something's not the same. ❜

❛ it won't mean much to you. ❜

❛ there is a blessing in the air. ❜

❛ i love you more than i know. ❜

❛ who called me by my name?❜

❛ a tyrant spell has bound me. ❜

❛ life doesn't frighten me at all.❜

❛ i longed for another existence. ❜

❛ i sometimes wonder if it's true. ❜

❛ my heart has made its mind up. ❜

❛ if you're ever in a jam, here i am. ❜

❛ [name] kissed me when we met. ❜

❛ today i want to touch the clouds. ❜

❛ it's a fact the whole world knows. ❜

❛ let us march on till victory is won. ❜

❛ he lay like a warrior taking his rest. ❜

❛ avoid loud and aggressive persons. ❜

❛ remember me when i am gone away. ❜

❛ many poor creatures i help to insnare. ❜

❛ do not touch it; it will bite your fingers. ❜

❛ i'm the most interesting person in this room. ❜

❛ i am your father and this is the way things are. ❜

❛ i have decided not to make a big tragedy out of it. ❜

❛ in my experience, people found each other quite easy to take or leave. ❜

❛ the whole idea of it makes me feel like i am coming down with something. ❜

[gyossefka]

Detail of “The Man of Sorrows” by Hans Memling, edited by Robin Isely.

[edwardian-masquerade]

"Understand me. I'm not like an ordinary world I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul." -Charles Bukowski

[silverxtongue]

Truth be told he was intrigued with what Constantine had planned for this particular soul. The man had quite the reputation, and not one that inluded cleaning up messes, especially messes he wasn't involved in. Although, he had no clue if he was involved or not. He just happened to wander into the scene.

"I'm not interrupting at all. Please continue."

He stops in place, unlocking his hands so that he could cross his arms in front of his chest. If John's goal was to move him on, he was curious has to what the results may be, especially if the soul belonged down below. After locking up the gates of hell, he didn't think much about how the damned transitioned, due to a lack of caring. But now curiosity was setting in and he was here for the show.

[synchrxniicity-deactivated20230]

Souls of the damned weren't the kind that sought Johnny out. Seventy years on this piece of shitty rock at least proved to have some consistency: like attracted like. Strays tended to stick together. Victims of circumstance. Of a world that was too big and too cruel that wouldn't stop spinning no matter how many times someone begs for everything to just stop.

"This ain't gonna be much of a show, la', but a'ight."

John rolls his eyes at the being in front of him, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he dutifully matches on over to the corpse. Takes a careful, measured breath as he kneels down to examine closer. Beaten to death and left to rot. Body was a month or so old; body wasn't decomposed enough to suggest any longer. A wonder, how no one bothered to clean up this little alley all this time. Shards of glass and hard plastic nearby. He takes out a pair of tweezers, lifts a shard of glass to examine it.

Shattered camera lens. Camera itself must've been taken by the culprits. So, this was someone who managed to see something they weren't supposed to. Happens all the time.

He drops the shard, before his hand seems to start moving on its own. Inner left breast coat pocket. Something thin and small enough to have been overlooked in a hurry. He uses the tweezers to pull it out -- an SD card.

The ghost dissipates. Gone with the light breeze that seems to sweep through their dark little corner of the city.

John stands up, muttering something that might've been a prayer to one of the gods that might've been listening, and doesn't bother dusting himself off. He's already covered in plenty of grime. A little more won't go noticed. He pockets the SD card -- he knows where he'll probably have to send it. The local caped crusader worked closely with the commissioner, last he heard. He certainly wasn't going to make a direct delivery. He'd rather avoid mister tall, dark, and handsome.

With that taken care of, he decides to return to watching the other being from the corner of his good eye. He carefully looks away after a moment. Half a shrug, hands in his coat pockets once again. "A lot of the time… Poor sods just want to be found."

[silverxtongue]

Perhaps he had misjudged Constantine's character. That was an easy thing to do, seeing as though he had never met him in the flesh. The opinions of lesser demons weren't worth a dime. He watched as he examined the body with care, his intentions clear. Move the spirit on. Find out what happened. Lucifer cared very little about what happened to soul. He was more interested in the behavior of it's redeemer. The drive it took to seek the decedant out and follow through with the case. He wondered if there was something about this particular case that was special to him? There didn't appear to be anything, but if Constantine went around saving every poor ghost this bloody city had to offer, he'd have no time for himself.

"It's a shame, isn't it? Mortals littering the streets with souls as if they weren't worthy of the same fate themselves."

He raised his gaze towards the man, shifting his footing only slightly.

"Do you make a habit of this?"

[silverxtongue]

John tended to stay away from the states. Too many capes. Too many bad memories, and the ghosts that came with them. Yet, here he was, despite himself. Staring at yet another pitiful death in some dark and gritty alleyway. Or, the place of it anyways. He's yet to come across the actual body. They're somewhere around here. He knows it. His good eye scans the dirty brick and asphalt and rubbish littering the place. The smoke from his cigarette wraps itself around his head like some sort of unorthodox wreath. He steps forward. Stops. A party of two seems to have become a party of three. He doesn't bother turning around. Sighs, takes another drag from his cig. Holds it there, between his fingers. Doesn't let the ash fall to the ground. "I'm a little busy, if you can't tell. What'cha want?"

"Oh, I can tell." Lucifer emerged from the shadows, his hands clasped behind his back. He expertly manuevered around the corpse, his attention resting solely on the man before him. Unluckily for the spirit, however, he'd still pin it down if it tried to escape. The being regarded John with a knowing grin, assumed with his ability to always be at the "wrong place at the wrong time." "I've never pinned you as someone who'd look after strays."

[synchrxniicity-deactivated20230]

John's eye narrows as the being steps into view, shifting his stance. Preparing to bolt, if it comes down to it. Hard to catch someone who can temporarily step out of sync with the rest of the universe after all.

But he has a promise to see through. His gaze flits towards the space Lucifer purposefully steps around — ah. There's the corpse. He already has an idea as to what he's supposed to do next. The being in front of him is standing in the way. Unfortunate.

He scoffs, keeps himself between the ghost and whatever is in front of him right now. He's not sure who yet, but they certainly feel powerful. And the brat behind him already died pretty gruesomely. Being sentenced to non-existence is a fate he'd like to spare them from.

"Yeah? Proves what you know, then." Nothing. Yet another bloody know-it-all type. "There a reason you interrupting, or what?"

[silverxtongue]

Truth be told he was intrigued with what Constantine had planned for this particular soul. The man had quite the reputation, and not one that inluded cleaning up messes, especially messes he wasn't involved in. Although, he had no clue if he was involved or not. He just happened to wander into the scene.

"I'm not interrupting at all. Please continue."

He stops in place, unlocking his hands so that he could cross his arms in front of his chest. If John's goal was to move him on, he was curious has to what the results may be, especially if the soul belonged down below. After locking up the gates of hell, he didn't think much about how the damned transitioned, due to a lack of caring. But now curiosity was setting in and he was here for the show.

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

[snikt-23]

started from here @silverxtongue

She caught the smell before she located the source. Something like sulfur, so faint that she knew no one else would notice. In a club like this with so many sights and smells, the peculiarity is what made the scent stand out. It wasn't normal. Then, she locked eyes with its source. A middle aged man with a glass of wine. He raised it in her direction and then went about his business. Though he blended through the crowds, she could always sense his direction by the sulfur alone.

On his exit, he acknowledged her with his pointed words. Laura looked up at him, arms crossed. "You smell like hell," she said bluntly, her nose twitching.

[silverxtongue]

The woman's sharp words were enough to elicit a chuckle from the man. Her senses were sharp, sharper than what was humanly possible. It made him question just who this woman was. If he looked into it, he'd have all the answers he needed, but there was no fun in that.

So instead, he stepped closer to her, wearing a knowing grin, lowering his voice so only she could hear.

"And you, my dear, are dripping with sin."

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Lucifero, oil on canvas by Roberto Ferri

This artist on Instagram

[vampiheir-deactivated20241207]

@silverxtongue asked: 🌙in a dark alley at night

Batman's distaste for The Devil is both obvious and immediate, white lenses of his mask narrowing upon instinct as his eyes land on the all too familiar figure that is Lucifer Morningstar. He had the displeasure honor of meeting Lucifer during one of his more supernatural centered cases with Constantine. And although he doesn't know Lucifer well, from what little he's interact with him, and from his own research he doesn't trust him in the slightest. In fact, he'd love it if they didn't interact whatsoever.

"If you're looking for Constantine, he isn't here," he says, straight and to the point. "And I'm not his keeper. If you need him you'll have to find him yourself."

[silverxtongue]

It was no surprise that the masked "hero" didn't take too kindly to his presence. He wondered briefly if he viewed him as just another one of his villains, running amuck, up to no good. He wouldn't blame him for that assumption, but he would be greatly mistaken. "I know you're not. There isn't a soul alive or dead that is suitable for that job, let alone someone who wants it." He stepped forward, grinning slightly. The mention of Constantine was as amusing as it was frustrating. "I'm actually looking for you."

[silverxtongue]

[STARE] the sender is caught staring at the receiver (Laura snikt-23)

Lucifer wasn't used to be stared at. Well, that wasn't quite true. He was used to doing the staring, and have the reciepent stare right back. He'd have clients that would waste their session that way, sitting in silence, glaring at the therapis as if it would solve all their problems. But it wasn't him to judge. It was their time. Their precious money. This, however, was much different. The eyes that bore into him were ones of a small female, posting near the club doors. She seemed to be some sort of bouncer, which was quite amusing due to her stature and size. But there was a viciousness to her that was pallpable, and sin seemed to drip from her every pour. He met her eyes and rose his glass to indicate that he too had seen her. It was strange. He was good at blending into crowds. She must have sense him just as much as he sensed her. Once his drink was finished, he disappeared back into the crowd. It wasn't until he had his full of people watching, that he saw her again. This time on his way out. The devil smirked at her and nodded. "Hasn't anyone taught you it's not polite to stare?"