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Sorry About Your Window - starter for @xluciifer
Roughly a week and a half ago, Rick Sanchez's beach day vacation was ruined. All he wanted to do was GO out, relax, maybe fuck around with some of the locals in a totally different dimension, on a completely different planet.
Only to get the dimension number wrong and end up in the wrong place, at the wrong time--with that dimension being Hell, specifically. And to also get held up there against his will like a stupid hostage for like what, 10, 15 minutes? All to answer some stupid questions like an interview by the proclaimed 'King' of Hell himself.
Goddamn Lucifer--who, by THE way, was NOTHING like his own dimension's Devil, but STILL managed to similarly be a thorn in his side all the same.
He was pleasant enough. Didn't try to hurt him. And if the King of Hell wasn't so bad... SURELY the rest of the inhabitants wouldn't be, right? Perhaps there would be something worth plundering and pilfering for the interplanetary trading posts throughout the dimensions he hits up.
Big fucking mistake, he found out, as when he pretty much landed in the Pride Ring, specifically Pentagram City, all eyes were on him. They could smell him a mile away. Which wouldn't have been an issue if there weren't so many of them, and they weren't so fucking... rabid. The crowd of eight turned to maybe roughly twenty to twenty-five strong.
In the midst of portaling out and trying to bail on this mission, he'd been socked in the face by a demon four times his size, easily knocking him on the ground. He remembers ringing in his ears, but most of all, he remembers the CRUNCH of the portal device underneath the feet of the lawless mob all surrounding him.
A quick press of a button on his person creates a shockwave blasting everyone back to stun them works like a charm, giving him the time he needs to gather the scraps of his gun and book it.
Rick could hold his own decently well, and does, killing a handful of Sinners that just didn't know how the FUCK to keep their goddamn hands to themselves by the use of his gadgets and weapons while simultaneously being on the run, with no other option looking to be somewhere OUTSIDE of the city.
About maybe roughly thirty minutes of being chased by some of the flying types of demons (and a generous number of non-fliers on foot), through various methods of extended arms and legs, go-go gadget rocket ski shoes, and his own cybernetically enhanced limbs carrying him across this clearly godforsaken city, he catches glimpse of an unmistakable structure--A mansion.
It's absolutely nothing like what he's seen throughout this Circle of Hell thus far.
Call it intuition, call it instincts, call it thinking on his feet, call it whatever you want, but the scientist makes the absolute executive decision that he's going to jump through one of those nice pretty stained glass windows on the first floor.
And he does.
When he gets within a few feet, he immediately covers the gap, taking to the air and covering himself protectively in such a way that only a FEW fragments of the glass stick in him when he makes contact with a loud, unmistakable
CRASH!
and finally, a
THUD!
of his body hitting the floor.
Rick can only groan as he winces, face twisting in pain. It fucking hurts.
He's going to for SURE feel that on his back tomorrow. He has yet to open his eyes. And a part of him doesn't want to, under the potential premise that he's not entirely free yet of the mob chasing him.
But he knows he has to.
So he does.
Hopefully the person owning this place isn't here. But if he has to deal with them too, then so fucking be it.
#cut for length#long post;#threads;#xluciifer#first your carpets now your windows im just fucking up your entire house on accident man
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Starter for @xluciifer ♡
The nights came in repetitive motions. Moons pass every night as if flipping through a fairytale book as you pretend to be the main character.
She was the main lead, the role that many would slice their throats open for just to have a small taste of such fame. Such praise. Everything a girl could ask for in place of diamonds.
The last press of the piano keys as voice rang out in late hours. At the end of the song, even if she could go on for more and more, sometimes she did.
But unfortunately, she had to go home. Perhaps a nice bath to ease herself from the dancing and tunes she played like the harp. It was her world, after all, as it would be NOTHING WITHOUT HER.
Moments went on until she appeared back home in a shadow, her visage going towards the room they shared before she peeked herself in. More ducks to greet her.
How annoying they were becoming. But she wouldn't utter any word about it just yet. At least he was loyal, right?
No...No...Suffocating...Commitment...Why did she ever agree to this?
Shadows fell onto their face as she glided across the room, gently not to catch his attention. For some reason, he always knew when she was home. It was almost like he waited for her. A puppy, oh, so excited to see its owner and feel the touch of petting.
" Awake, my darling? I should have known. "
At least she could do was muster out a smile in the darkness as hues glowed. Even if it was just a layer over the facade.
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❝ ... ❞ for once in a long time, Lust was rendered speechless ( which is not an easy feat, mind you ). For you see, much to his surprise ( and dismay ) — he wasn't counting on his meeting with @xluciifer only to be met face-first with a toy. Pardon — a rubber duck. Are you pulling his dick right now?
❝ What the fuck is all this? ❞ Asmodeus gestures to the small heap of rubber ducks in almost every which-way as he follows closely behind Lucifer, picking up his pace to get around and in front of him. ❝ You mean to tell me that you ghosting me all those centuries or so ago was for a hobby? That ain't right. Especially not for this! I could've blown you off the same way, too, you know? And NOT the good way, either! ❞
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
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if i have to witness this with my own two eyes so do yall
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michael waits on the edge of the garden, eagerly watching inside for signs of life but seeing nothing. part of her worries, sees him go off for days - weeks - at a time. she has waited here for three days, this time. watching the sun and moon share the same sky, watching as they dance across the endless tapestry their creator has woven. michael finds herself staring at clouds a little more frequently than she'd have liked. she is impatient, worried, and has walked a circle into the dirt by now.
" samael. " she says aloud, but part of her knows he will hear her words regardless. " you have duties to tend to among the realm of the divine. " / @xluciifer
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❝ so wait, is lucifer gonna suck the greed guy's dick or his OWN? ❞
#//girl help i dont know whats going on jwjdksk#˙⋆✮ 𝗶'𝗺 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𓂋 ic ✮⋆˙#˙⋆✮ 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗺𝗲，𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𓂋 dash ✮⋆˙#xluciifer
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🇨🇱🇴🇸🇪🇩 🇸🇹🇦🇷🇹🇪🇷 🇫🇴🇷 @xluciifer | i deserve a smooch
. . ˚ . ╳ ⊹ ― 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, a scarce occasion in Hell. Perhaps that is why he finds the King of Hell on the balcony in sequestration. For a moment, Alastor simply hangs in the shadows, watching wearily at their ' supposed ' king. It was no secret that Alastor didn't feel he was suitable for the role. Yet, perhaps, much like himself there were simply things one didn't see below the surface. For instance, Alastor could have chosen to disrupt this peace, antagonizing him until his eyes glowed RED like the apple that adorned his cane with that mouthwatering wicked glare he fancied to glimpse. It was far better than seeing him sulk, melancholy, && searching for a reason to continue. It was cliche, boring in Alastor's opinion.
But ― much to his dismay the RADIO DEMON decides to stow away his mischief for the night, materializing finally from his shadow && stepping out onto the balcony to watch the rare scene of tranquility on this hellish night. He can sense Lucifer's tension, it cut through the air like a blade. Still, Alastor holds himself back. Quietly tapping his cane, inhaling softly. ❛ You know, you're not at all what I thought you'd be. ❜
#xluciifer#GIVES THIS YOU GIFT WRAPPED <3#⌜on the air⌟ . // in character#i hope this okay !!#if not just throw me out the window
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closed starter > ft. @xluciifer
" babe , listen . " velvette started , tutting lightly as she extended a finger , tracing the air up and down to gesture to the other' s outfit . " this whole white combo you got going on , it's tragic . don' t get me started on the H A T . " the overlord slowly shakes her head , a look of pity settling on her face .
#velvette out here not realising she's roasting the king of hell i oop#hope this is okay sweet !#( VELVETTE > ft. xluciifer )#xluciifer
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THE TAILOR IS COMMONPLACE FOR A DEMON WHO DRESSES SHARP. he spends long hours tending to his appearance. each suit must fit to his figure — a surprisingly difficult task. standing on the podium across from @xluciifer, he stares down the other's outfit. ❝ what a tacky ensemble. i do hope you're going to change those colors. they are absolutely atrocious on the eyes. ❞ his negative comments come with a pearly grin. if he had just said something that was intended to be offensive, his visage didn't give away to his direct malice. ❝ have you tried something that makes you look taller? all of that w͟h͟i͟t͟e͟. it's unsuitable to your figure. i could offer some recommendations, if you wish to hear them. ❞ without INPUT, he's going to share them — a fan of hearing himself talk.
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@xluciifer
No Morty. No Summer. No Beth, no Space Beth, and more importantly, no JERRY. Today was a day for himself--and himself only. Granted, he's always the one pulling everyone else into his bullshit, so mayhaps the real vacation is for everyone else.
But the point still stands, after a long few weeks of dealing with fighting overlords from a few galaxies over for some spices to trade for credits to gamble at an intergalactic horse race for the Beths, taking Summer on some stupid girl adventure he promised her, Morty the next day wanting the same special treatment, followed by a few days later Jerry asking for help with something involved in the house's plumbing that ended up involving a giant sentient mutated AMOEBAE taking residence in the pipes...
Well.
He was packing his shit up and leaving for a few days before anyone else wanted anything out of him. His experiments weren't working out like how he'd hoped as of late, ideas were becoming stale, and he was growing increasingly frustrated with his current prototypes.
Punching in the coordinates for dimension TE-584, the green swirling portal opens up in his garage. On the other side awaited him with nothing but the bliss of beautiful men, women, and anyone else in between and outside of the between. Plus the drugs, booze, and endless food. A simple step through is all it takes, and when he does so, he's quick to announce his presence on the other side, arms raised high.
"HELLooOOOOooo VILIXONIA! LADIES! GENTS! READY TO PARTAAAAAAY IT UP IN HERE! RICK IS IN THE HOU--"
Huh.
This isn't the intergalactic beach hooker bar on the beach he remembered.
Where the fuck IS he?
#xluciifer#teleported into your home sorry bro#anyway don't feel the need to match the length#just wanted to set the scene!#threads;
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@xluciifer @arachnaemboss
Carmilla had spotted Zestial sitting up in this box with the king of Hell during her performance earlier. It did help to ease her anxieties to know a friend was here to support her and so, she at least wanted to speak to him, and to also see what Lucifer thought of her performance as well.
"Good evening," She said as a way to announce her presence when she entered their box. "I hope you enjoyed the performance."
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@xluciifer ;; how big is your dick, for scientific purposes only
❝ You've heard of a kaiju before, right? ❞
#xluciifer#── ♡ ❝ replied dms.#⸻ ♡ ❝ show me some lust! ( in character )#ozzie vc: not my words either just reciting a review of a few
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every day we stray further from god
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@xluciifer / cont. !
He would lift her like she weighs equivalent to that of a feather, which didn't surprise Camellia the least. with mild effort, she tries to shake off the filth that she had fallen into, and she picks up her wide-brimmed hat with her tail to do the same when it's in her grasp.
❝ thank you. ❞ Is all the can say, a small, apologetic smile on her scarred face ; with a smile like his -- one that shimmers and shines like stars -- the imp finds herself moderately entranced before remembering herself. as her hat is held in her gloved hands, her expression shifts to a frantic panic as eyes quickly dart over his attire and--
❝ oh, Dios mio- i got your suit dirty ! i am so, so sorry, your Majesty. i-i can pay for your dry cleaning, if you'd like ? ❞
#◜camellia: in character.◞#◜camellia / v. main.◞ 🇲🇴🇳🇪🇾 🇦🇱🇼🇦🇾🇸 🇹🇦🇱🇰🇸 🇹🇴 🇮🇩🇮🇴🇹 🇸🇦🇻🇦🇳🇹🇸.#xluciifer#// HERE WE GOOOOOOO
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ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⛧ ⸸ ⚸⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
MAIN VERSE . 1
THE SCAPEGOAT
Heart strings are unfaithful, wrapped in barbed wire.
When abuse is present, we frequently seek refuge in the arms of a guardian. SAVE ME, SAVE ME, I AM AS PURE AS THE LAMB DO NOT LOOK UNDER MY PELT AS I AM NO WOLF. A knight in gleaming armor will break open your bonds. One who hears our screams in the woods as we attempt to free ourselves from our confines. Some seek redemption in what is immediately available to them. As a result, trauma bonding may develop. A horrible mash-up of two pieces that appear to be the perfect jigsaw piece but do not fit properly unless forced into the larger image. Years passed into decades, and your detachment faded as you accepted that this was simply not to be. Family photographs devolve into falsehoods, happiness into pain, and the awareness of a double-knotted nose around the neck at each end. Eventually, it produces a magnet that refuses to attach. Desperately, one side tries to resist gravitational attraction as the other places a wall of glass.
❝ The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. Which is better—to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast. . . . Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! . . . You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are the way they are? ❞
And there she stands, seven years departed infatuated with one more her suit. He clung to his pain as it worsened day after day. The return of his actual angel, only to discover that her wings had never been, just a mirage to support his own fantasies as she bared bloodthirsty and insane. More of the devil than he—but her poison kept him drinking, his eyes never leaving the rose tone, even when it was splashed with his own blood. I DON'T TRUST YOUR LOVE , I KNOW IT WILL FALL JUST AS WE DID FROM THE SKIES.
@xluciifer
#☽⚸☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 ⛧xʟᴜᴄɪɪꜰᴇʀ ♡#xluciifer#𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽#art by sunlit-mess#sunlit-mess
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there were always enemies , those beneath that could profit from him falling from power , but rarer still were those zestial formed some level of trust with. it was a mutually beneficial arrangement , having friends in high places provided unspoken structural support in the hierarchy of hell ( something zestial heavily invested himself in. ) & he is far too talented at weaving threads , piercing them together until a picture's entirely revealed to not be of use to most.
the information had been spread before @xluciifer , zestial opting to make himself at home with a goblet of wine held betwix clawed fingertips. a looming silhouette off to one side , sliding in a mass of shadows to lucifer's other side like the flip of a serpent's tail. lime eyes illuminate the curious look on his features , " hast thou discovered what thou sought with the tidings i gathered ? "
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