#watsonofagun

[storieswrittcnarch]

@watsonofagun​ from here

“Oh, I’m very aware what Hell looks like, mate. I’ve been there.” Hello, King of Hell! Not that he’s introduced himself to John yet. “Something like that.” No, not the UK, but down south certainly. “A Soldier then, mate? No, former military.” At least, that is what Lucifer assumes. That’s why the man looks like he wants to be drunk right now. “Lucifer Morningstar, at your service. You seem like you could use a drink - what’s your poison? It’s on the house.”

[diabolicaltendencies]

@watsonofagun​ sent:  seb and sam ↕ 169cm john // still accepting

[stxrgxzed]

starter for @watsonofagun​ !

   “... Ow. Ow, ow...ow.” She gingerly touches her nose, hissing in pain. She can’t open her eyes just yet, because she definitely will faint again.  “....F--goddamn it.” 

[gunmetalgrey-trashpile]

Me, watching my evil!johns in twin au: 👀👀👀

[confoundingprinciples]

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Mike Stamford

literally ONLY mike stamford

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John: Yeah, but Rosie’s harder to not miss.

  ❝——Hey, you were being nice to me for a change just a few seconds ago. Don’t feel the need to rush ahead and take it back so soon.❞

[warringpeace]

for @watsonofagun‘s ‘always believed in him’ verse muse: l.ucifer | verse: pre-show

Lux had become a smashing success during its first year; it was only natural that he open a second nightclub somewhere else. London had been a potential choice, and he dubbed the place Fornica and bought the building a few blocks away from the MI6 building. Though not as tall as Lux, his new club spanned a quarter of a block and was four stories tall. Most of the space  (three stories, to be exact ) had been hollowed out, giving clubgoers a tall view of the ceiling. His apartments were on the fourth floor and had an impressive view of the surrounding areas. 

It was just another night for Lucifer: gorgeous women, eager men, and drunk people passing out on the counter. Maze looked cross as ever as she watched the most recent drinker finally collapse, face first on the smooth surface.

Hello.

Only one of the drinkers was left: a man with light brown hair streaked with grey. Unlike the others in the club, he was dressed in the most casual outfit he’d ever seen on a man. Intrigued, Lucifer wound his way through the crowd and set his drink across the man’s. 

                       “I must say, your tolerance for alcohol is rather high. You’ve just                         beaten six other men. To the victor go the spoils. Your tab’s on                         me.”

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replies to asks when i have so many threads already? you bet. for @watsonofagun from here

Her skirt was torn, her hair falling out of place around her face. Where an hour ago she had been playing the part of effortless styled perfection, now she stood amidst chaos. She held a knife in one hand, her skin littered with blood splatter.

And yet this was where she felt most alive. Despite the pain and blood seeping out of her. She held her side, the knife still clutched in her fingers just in case.

As always, he chose the perfect moment.

    “ You need to go-”

She could keep herself alive or she could get him out of here. But she couldn’t do both at the same time. He needed to be clear and safe. Her eyes widened at the noise of footsteps in the hall, taking a few breaths to steady herself for the moment they were found.

    “ Now.”

Alex looked up at him again, nodding towards the way he had strode in. So calmly. So unbothered. As if the whole world was exactly as he planned it.

An indifferent man playing his own game whilst watching the world burn.

    “ Please.”