#luciferspoke

[mamibeblind]

Something New ch. 3 I Guess It's You And Me

As Lucifer and Alastor sat on Lucifer's bed the pair were very quiet. Neither really knew what to say. Alastor had followed a complete stranger home and Lucifer hadn't had company before, well at least not of the human kind. Alastor cleared his throat effectively getting Lucifer's attention. "Earlier you had said instead of taking me now you are going to wait me out. D-did you mean that? Are you really not going to kill me and take me down. I know I am doing wrong, It's just so hard. My dad deserved it. He beat the shit out of me and my mom you know. Those other men, they were also abusers, rapists. Just absolute shit." He could hear his voice becoming more desperate. He needs Lucifer to understand. His messes weren't for fun.

"Al, I know this doesn't mean shit considering who I am but I can promise you that I am not going to kill you, or drag you to Hell kicking and screaming. You are just so young. I get it. People are shitty and if someone is hurting you or the people you love, you're not going to sit back and allow it to happen." Lucifer may not be a fantastic person in words of the bible or well, in general, but he isn't a total monster like people think. He has a heart.

Without thinking Alastor leant forward and wrapped his arms around Lucifer. This guy was sent here directly to off him and he's choosing not to. He is tempted to call him a saint. Isn't that ironic- A knock at the door snapped Alastor out of his head, he leant back letting his arms drop from around Lucifer. A dark blush covered LUcifer's face as he got up to open the door. A tall, lanky blonde was on the other side. "He short stack, I heard you brought us a friend." The lanky blonde leaned over Lucifer's head and peered at Alastor. "Ohh, hey there." He pushed his way past LUcifer and made his way to Alastor. "Now how did he find a smokin' little thing like you?" Alastor was wracking his brain for some type of response when Luciferspoke up. "Well Al, this is Angel." Lucifer's tense voice rang through the room. "Ooohh, Al. That's fucking hot." Angel went on, pushing a strand of stray hair from Alastor's forehead. "U-uh, thanks? It's nice to meet you." Alastor shot Lucifer a look. Lucifer walked over to Alastor, putting an arm around his back. "Angel, I heard about you and Husk." Angel's face tinted pink. "Oh, uh, ha. Uh, any luck on that Axe guy?" Lucifer let out a chuckle. "Yeah actually, Al knows him pretty well." Alastor looked over at Lucifer, who gave him a 'go with it' look. "Y-yeah, I uh go to school with him." Alastor nodded as the lie slipped out easily. "So you know Al and I were actually having an 'important' conversation, so if you don't mind." Lucifer tilted his head towards the door. "Oh? Yeah I read you short stack. Have fun Al." Angel said winking.

After Angel left Alastor crossed his arms and looked at Lucifer. "An important conversation you say?" He smirked. "Oh, stop. I really do need to talk to you." Lucifer grabbed the book from the floor where he had set it down. Lucifer opened the book and began flipping pages until he found what he was looking for. "Here we are. It's my deal." "Deal?" Lucifer nodded . "Yeah, the deal I made when I was told to find you. I had been summoned to Heaven, you sir are quite the topic up there. They're terrified of you, Al." Alastor wasn't sure if he should be proud or disappointed. He alone put fear in Heaven. "I was so impressed with you, they said if anybody would find the source of this pure evil it would be me. Evil incarnate." "Lucifer?" Lucifer hummed, looking over at Alastor. "C-can I maybe see you. The real you?" Lucifer looked down at the floor. "Al, I'm not as glorious as you think. I am sort of intimidating." Alastor put his hand on Lucifer's arm. "I can guarantee you are astounding." Lucifer's face flushed a deep red. "I- okay, I can do that."

Lucifer stood up and walked to the middle of the room. As he stood there he brought his hands together in front of him and tilted his head back. Slowly flames crept from the floor, up his legs and torso until he was more blaze than man. Then as quick as it started it stopped, and in his place was a milky white man, missing his nose and ears, but still had his familiar blonde hair now with startling crimson eyes. He now wore a pair of crimson pants, black boots, and a white poets shirt. He was absolutely breathtaking. Not that Alastor was going to tell him so.

"Uhm, so here I am. I am sorry if it's not what you expected." Lucifer said a red tint across his cheeks. Alastor stood up and stood in front of Lucifer. "I think you look amazing, I am glad I get time with you before my demise. I already know I am not headed to Heaven but you make Hell not look so bad." Lucifer chuckled. "That is something I wanted to talk about, you of course are coming with me to Hell." Alastor nodded. "I figured as much." Alastor took a couple steps back, grabbed his soda and took a sip. He leaned against the desk in the room and watched Lucifer fumble with the book. "My wife, she had the meeting with Heaven and the sent me so that-" "Woah woah woah, wife?" Alastor spat out. A wife? Fucking God. He finally connects with someone, finally felt some sort of attraction and the man is married. "Well yeah." "Lillith." Alastor just let out a hum.

"I should probably head home." Alastor said, setting his soda down.

[gearlessjunkdogjoe]

@luciferspoke

"You don't look like you're from around here," Joe said to the younger-looking boy. "You wanna get some grub?"

[turquoisedays]

@luciferspoke​

The rain drums against the windows of the Okitsuumi family’s living room and thunder crackles in the distance as Mizuki sets down her beloved copy of Tex Winter’s The Triple-Post Offense on the coffee table in front of her. She glances towards Hanamiya, who currently has a blanket draped over him, a towel nestled around his neck as his hair dries, and a book in his hands. “Makoto,” she says, flashing him one of her signature dazzling smiles, “are you warm enough? I can get you another blanket.”

[the-muses-rule-here]

“Are you TRYING to push me off the bed?” -- from daniel to johnny

Johnny huffed at daniel already not happy with the situation. “It’s a small bed Larusso. There’s only so much room and I am bigger than you” He said not admitting to any of it. At this point, he just wanted to sleep and maybe another cover. 

[flawedlouise]

Louise was, it could never be assumed, suited to the Californian climate. Having taken up residence in Venice Beach weeks earlier and even after her skin adopted a sun-kissed glow (though, somehow her familiar, sickly pallor and dark circles lingered just under the surface), her dark, tailored attire still drastically clashed with the boho-influenced, beach baby throng. It was still technically winter, wasn't it? She missed the snow of the North East and the muddy slush it left if the pavement warmed slightly through the day. Thick coats over three layers of clothing - she even missed the wind chapped lips. She just didn't fit the west coast but, more powerful than the anxiety of unfamiliar surroundings was the boredom of knowing absolutely no one - so she bit the social bullet and ventured out for a drink.

Discarding her tights in the bathroom trashcan, she felt the subtle, cracked window chill of barely-cold against her legs. She still felt distinctly out of place and a tad over dressed in her black shift and ballet flats ensemble but she was there and fuck it. Sliding out the door and into the light bustle, she almost collided with another patron. 

"Oh shit, I'm sorry..." She held the man’s gaze for a moment and flashed a brief, apologetic smile before making a beeline to the bar.

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[wantcnmalice]

It’s the shifting of weight on the mattress that wakes him. He’s greeted by the stimulating sight of Matthew atop Will, settled between his bare thighs. Their kissing is heated, with hands wandering. Hannibal knows they will be engaging in far more than kissing by the way Will moans when Matthew bites his neck.

“Isn’t he exquisite?” Hannibal asks Matthew in a low hum. He smooths curls away from Will’s forehead. Will doesn’t look at him, and his face flushes. Such a shy thing. 

Hannibal’s hand moves between them, fingers brushing over Will’s slick folds to find him wet and ready. He strokes Matthew’s hard cock before guiding him into Will, who gasps as he’s penetrated.

Pleased at the sight of them, Hannibal ghosts a hand down Matthew’s arm. “You both are.”

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[dxsole]

Misunderstanding

@dreadfulcupofmuses​

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@balladofamadman​

@samenkomen​

@mxlaras​

“Now...All I really need you to understand is that all this? Not what it looks like.” Buck says that a lot. It’s his go-to response to everything these days. Hell, it’s probably his out-of-office reply at this point. “Just a simple misunderstandin’-- and, listen, it’s okay. Sometimes we just confused; it’s human nature.”

The confusion being what exactly was he doing on their front steps, carrying handfuls of their things? It’s not exactly a scene one could misinterpret but with how he carries himself, so confident and sure of himself, it’s almost believable to think he had a right to be there.

Almost. “Now how ‘bout we just...wind things down. Take a breather. Discuss the current affairs of your sh--stuff,” He raises the things he’s coveted in his arms. “I am forthwith commandeering all this...stuff for...clergical matters. Take it up with the Church and the Good Lord himself. I don’t make the rules, kid--” 

[eatingthem-moved]

🔪     @luciferspoke​ / matthew brown / incarcerated verse

     The pencil he etched with was beyond dull. Instead of the fine, pointed edge that he had taken for granted, the tip of this lead was round and blunt. His sketches, although not starving for excellence, still were not as satisfying to Hannibal as they used to be. For good reason, he did not have the privilege of any pencil sharpeners, let alone his preferred scalpel as a refining instrument. He had, at one time, found that grinding the lead on the rough corners of his metal bed frame would sharpen the pencils. However, it wasn’t long before all those corners had been filed down by the hospital staff to where they were useless.      Hannibal’s wrist did not stop moving when he heard the secure door open. From the several feet away that he was, he could smell the food that was on the plastic tray for him, but his stomach hardly rumbled for it. It smelled of steam and barbecue sauce.       “ I haven’t heard from dear Patty in some time. Are you her replacement, Matthew ? ”

[orumad]

@luciferspoke​​​ sent: ❝ I would like to take this opportunity to state that I don’t usually dress like this… ❞ 

only takes a sweeping, unabashed glance up and down ria’s outfit for cal to decide, with a thoroughly amused phantom smirk, “liar.” it’s a typical case, some housewife looking to fluff her eventual alimony checks by proving, indeed, her ceo husband does have more money than fidelity. lightman’s least favorite to work, but this one’s different. just so happens the ceo in question is far more high profile than most of the cheaters he vets, which is what’s brought them here, to this swanky restaurant bar, scouting out their target who sits at a crowded table in the corner. “reckoned the only way this’d work is if you played my dignified escort?” at least he didn’t call her a hooker. really, she looks elegant, but not too much to steal any spotlights. cal waggles wicked brows at her, tossing bar peanuts into his mouth. “i like it.”

[nonempyreal]

She hated meeting people like this - HIDING away in the shadows at night. The streetlights may have illuminated the sidewalks, but here in the alley the darkness reigned. There was no real way of knowing who was there with you, and a SINGLE wrong step could spell disaster.

In other ways, though, it was okay. There were less questions, less STRINGS attached. You could be your truest self and completely anonymous simultaneously. The act of stepping into the dark alley itself was a pact. HUSH, HUSH.

Haven sits on an overturned crate well away from the smelly dumpster but close enough to the back door of the small restaurant that anyone would assume she was just waiting around for table scraps. There are VOICES, a different door opens and light pours from it briefly until it’s closed again. She looks up and knows immediately that it’s not the person she had planned to meet.

That’s okay; the night is still young. But the flicker of a lighter and the soft orange GLOW of a lit cigarette has her transfixed. She sits up a little taller.

“...I’ll read your PALM for a smoke.”

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[losinmortalesperdidos]

His biggest fan

Vic and the other guy whose name didn't matter anymore were on the outskirts of the city at the abandoned plant where he stashed the stuff he needed beforehand and made sure that fluorescent lamps were working. His job required light. Tonight he was pulling some information out of the man, his employees didn't care how, they just needed those numbers and to be sure that the man wasn't going to come back and complain. It was almost done, Vic felt that. No one could endure so much pain without breaking. The guy's face and naked torso were all cuts and tatters covered in blood, he lacked an ear and one eyelid. “Listen,” Vega rubbed his left eye leaving red traces on his own face, “I'm giving you one last chance. Plastic surgeons these days, you know... they will make you as good as new. These all are just scratches.” He stepped back admiring his own work while his victim moaned, panted and squirmed tied firmly to a metal chair. “You tell me the shit I want, you go home. You keep locking it, I keep cutting pieces from you. Always wanted to know how fast a man will die if you skin him alive.” There was some kind of a muffled noise from the guy in the chair but Vic understood. “That wasn't so hard, right?” He stepped aside and picked the plastic bottle from the floor, water splashed into the other's bloodied face. “Now wait a sec... wait a sec. You don't think I'm going to memorize that...” He took the phone from his pocket, dialed the number and held it near the guy's mouth. “Start talking!” When someone on the other side got the data they needed, he hung up and hid the phone. “Alright,” he grinned, “You' must be tired, I am. Hell of a night, huh? But it's over now. Home, hot shower, soft bed... can't wait.” Saying this he walked around the chair and stopped behind the man's back. “Too bad I lied to you, plastic surgeons won't fix this.” Quickly his razor blade drew the dark line under the victim's jaw, the blood ran down, and Vic wiped the blade against his already stained suit pants. He had no idea that all the time of his one-actor show he had an audience that quietly watched his every move.

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[lyingawxke]

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@luciferspoke

The last box had been placed in her room, Candy watched as her bed was put together and her furniture placed where she asked. She would deal with the boxes later. She didn’t like the help touching her things.

On the very last leg of the drive she had spotted the tent and the carnival banners. Now that she was alone in her room, she wanted to leave and explore before settling in and getting all of her stuff just so. Her short legs were still a little stiff from the hours long drive. She still didn’t understand why they didn’t just fly and have the cars shipped out here. Her father had said some nonsense about taking the scenic route. That was all well and good when you weren’t driving all the way across the country and then some. 

Grabbing her purse, she slipped out the front door and started walking in the direction of what she thought must be some kind of carnival. What she saw when she got there was infinitely more exciting. 

Candy paid her way into the freak show, bought a bag of cotton candy and entered the tent through the horrific devil mouth. Upon first inspection, the tent seemed to be full, but she spied a seat in the front row. Carefully, she picked her way to the front. Her eyes fell on a young man next to the empty seat. 

“Is this seat taken? “ She asked, an innocent expression overtaking her features, that same face she used to get what she wanted out of just about anyone, the same face that was the last thing that her last boyfriend saw. 

[gearlessjunkdogjoe]

✵

Their first impression of your muse: "Hmm, she's pretty cute."

Current impression: "She seems nice, and kinda shy. Maybe I can get her to come out of her shell a little."

Are they attracted to your muse?: "Yeah, she's pretty cute."

Something they find frightening about your muse: "I can't think of anything yet."

Something they find adorable about your muse: "She was flustered for a whole second, and I thought that was adorable."

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: "Probably, if we got to know each other better."

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: "I'd go on platonic dates with her. If we get to know each other better and we end up falling for each other, I'd go on romantic dates with her."

One word my muse would use to describe yours: "Oh man... I'd probably describe her as 'shy'. That or 'attractive'."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: "Hell no! I don't slap women."

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: "I would hug her and kiss her if we got to know each other better."

@akykaede

[turquoisedays]

@luciferspoke​

Stomping around the stadium searching for Hanamiya for the past ten minutes has benefited Mizuki in one way; it’s given her time to decompress. She knows that if she had come to face to face with Hanamiya immediately after Kirisaki Daiichi’s game with Seirin, she would have been swept away by the riptide of her outrage. But that knowledge offers her little comfort when Hanamiya hasn’t answered any of her texts asking where he is. Mizuki stuffs her phone into the pocket of her letter jacket and rounds yet another corner. She breathes a sigh of relief when she spots Hanamiya at the end of the corridor. “Makoto!” Mizuki runs towards him, but she slides to an an abrupt halt after she closes half the distance between them. “Are you okay? I was worried about you,” she says, taking a series of slow, apprehensive steps towards him.

[piecesfromthewhole-blog1]

Owen’s not a morning person. Most days begin with laying in bed, lamenting wakefulness before slipping back to sleep only to be waken up again by another alarm. If he didn’t set multiple, there’s a decent chance he’d sleep straight into the afternoon. However, Owen’s a better host than to subject overnight guests to the typically half an hour long routine, so he’d made sure they were all off before going to sleep the night before.

He briefly wonders what time it is, but decides against asking his phone to avoid disturbing a still slumbering Nate. Owen hasn’t been awake for all that long yet, but he’s laid in bed long enough to start maybe considering getting up. Maybe not his best idea, he muses when he hears Nate stirring next to him before feeling lips against his forehead. He can’t help but smile. There’s worse ways to be greeted. Turns onto his side when he feels Nate settle down near him again, reaching out until he touches soft hair. Owen smooths Nate’s bangs away from his face. The expression on his own is the sort which would typically accompany good-natured teasing, “Hi.”

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[merchantofwhispers]

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[ I do! Many! If you’ve spoken to me more than once, it’s safe to assume I consider you a friend. I’ll just go ahead and name drop a bunch of lovelies though, in no particular order, since they deserve all the love and recognition.

@museinfusion @aspecialprovidence @shiftling @thecursedspinner @kingofthemirkwoodelks @manyimaginativemuses @shield-of-shame @fromgallowsandgraves @vainglcriious @a-murder-of-muses @mischieftomake @the-liars-you-love @pushingthewinter ]