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Star Trek Voyager "The Cloud"
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"Boring?" People had described demons to him in many ways. 'Wicked,' 'totally rad if you're into that sort of thing,' 'abominations,' 'unholy perversions of the sacred,' 'guys that might try to hurt you or to take you away or to get you to do things you shouldn't,' but never as 'boring.' The oppressive sort of air let up as he was distracted thinking about that. Then he was asked about turning off the flames, and he was so annoyed that they actually did flicker down and away into almost nothing before he realized and could stop them. Then it hardly seemed worth the effort, so he just frowned hard and turned back to the demon with a stubborn set to his jaw and red still widely encircling his pupils.
"For a minute," he agreed, trying to save himself a little extra embarrassment. "Because I feel like it." Lucy scuffed the toe of his shoe into the dirt as he looked around, then he asked, "Why'd you bring me here?" as though the location was the offensive part.
The same side? Ha! If his fathers had taught him anything, it was that Lucy didn't have to be bad. He didn't have to do anything anyone wanted him to just because of where he'd come from. Sides sounded suspiciously like someone was trying to get him to do something, and he hated that. That this person was a demon only made it more likely that he was about to be told he had to end the world.
The problem with that was that he quite liked the world. Or at least, he liked the parts that included his siblings and his records and Saturday Adventures.
The flames didn't die down. The walls shook a little and the air got thicker.
Lucy squinted suspiciously and threw his arms out wide, as though preparing to do something awful. "Cool sunglasses. But I'm not allowed to talk to demons." He smiled. "Have you ever seen someone's insides on the outside? I never have, but I've always wanted to."
#I'm not implying rhat criwley brought him anywhere#it's just what Lucy's guessing#c. lucy#v.lucy. main#xflashbastardx. crowley
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"I dunno. Spiders in my brain told me. I just knew it. Don't you just know things? Like that you're the Prince of Darkness, set to inherit all of creation! I figured you'd be just like me. I mean, if you told them to go back to Hell and all. Like I did. And I totally did. I actually banished them. And Dad isn't even gonna be mad about it, when he finds out." He took a big breath, grinning, and then continued.
"Anyway, you have an accent. That must mean you're far away. I already have four brothers, but you're like. My blood brother. I want to know everything about you."
[[ unplotted starter for @hodgepodgebitches's Adam
Technically speaking, Lucy wasn't supposed to make unsupervised phone calls. But after being cornered and confronted by four demons who proceeded to rant and rave about his older brother failing to live up to his potential until he'd finally sent them away? Well. His dads got sort of weird about that kind of thing, and he wasn't about to let the fun new information that he had a brother slip past him without even talking to him. Adam. It was kind of neat, that he was the younger one, but he'd gotten the Lucifer Junior name. He was definitely going to bring that up when Adam answered his phone.
"Hi! Are you Adam? I didn't know you existed, so I don't know if you know about me or not, but I'm Lucy! Some demons think I need to start the apocalypse in a few years because you didn't."
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AS SAID BY SAREK. assorted dialogue from tos, tng, and film appearances. change pronouns as needed!
your service honors us.
i had other concerns.
you do not argue for reasons. you simply argue.
it does not require pride to ask that he be given the respect which is his due.
it does seem unavoidable.
threats are illogical. and payment is usually expensive.
such meditation is a personal experience, not to be discussed.
there was nothing you could have done.
one does not thank logic.
at the time, it seemed the logical thing to do.
i regret you were witness to that unfortunate display of emotion.
once on the path you choose, you cannot turn back.
to fail once is not a disgrace - for others.
if you fail, there will be those who will call you a coward all your life.
i do not expect you to fail.
there is no need to ask that question.
you will not disappoint me.
i trust you can explain why it was necessary?
a strange request, but i will honor it.
i will speak with you alone.
you denied him his future!
i must have your thoughts.
may i join your mind?
my logic is uncertain where my [child] is concerned.
do you deny these events?
do you have the right to commit murder?
it is difficult to answer when one does not understand the question.
i would like to take my leave of you.
it was not an effort. you are my _______.
i am most impressed with your performance in this crisis.
your associates are people of good character.
so human.
i share a measure of personal responsibility in this matter.
i will examine it for myself.
they worry about my health.
it is vital that no detail be overlooked.
it is of no importance.
i require solitude.
it seemed an ideal diversion.
i regret that we have seen so little of each other.
your efforts will no longer be required!
there is nothing to fear.
i believe i see the flaw in your logic.
am i to be blamed for the judgement of a child?
i do not cry.
i will not be spoken to in this manner!
i am myself again.
i do not think we shall meet again.
go from me!
i wish no one with me.
i will accept many things, but never that.
one might as well ask the river not to run.
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extremely drunk and helplessly smitten
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I'm feeling Lucy so hard rn. Starter call for the world's cutest antichrist?
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Lucy is my bestest favorite boy. He just likes to be scary. He doesn't actually want to hurt anyone. He sorta does sometimes, but that's just the spiders in his brain. As soon as the other person is scared, he doesn't want to hurt them anymore. After all, he may be the Dark Prince of the Underworld, but it's not as though violence has ever gotten him anything but more moral philosophy lessons.
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The same side? Ha! If his fathers had taught him anything, it was that Lucy didn't have to be bad. He didn't have to do anything anyone wanted him to just because of where he'd come from. Sides sounded suspiciously like someone was trying to get him to do something, and he hated that. That this person was a demon only made it more likely that he was about to be told he had to end the world.
The problem with that was that he quite liked the world. Or at least, he liked the parts that included his siblings and his records and Saturday Adventures.
The flames didn't die down. The walls shook a little and the air got thicker.
Lucy squinted suspiciously and threw his arms out high and wide, as though preparing to do something awful. "Cool sunglasses. But I'm not allowed to talk to demons." He smiled wide enough to show his molars. "Have you ever seen someone's insides on the outside? I never have, but I've always wanted to."
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As soon as Lucy woke up, the whole room seemed to grow tenser, quieter, darker. The air itself seemed to grow threatening. He pushed himself slowly onto his elbows, then his hands, then got all the way slowly to his feet. His rumpled hair gave the impression of horns. "Hello," he said innocently, the red of his irises almost glowing in the darkening room. "I don't know who you are, but that doesn't mean you have the advantage. I'm going to really enjoy this, actually." Fire sprouted from nowhere just to backlight him, as though that could make an eight-year-old with scraped knees and missing teeth look intimidating. It did.
#thankfully for crowley#all the hard work of 'don't deatroy the earth; you live there' has already been done#and lucy is really all party tricks and bluster#and is easily distracted#he probably can't keep up the theatrics for more than a few seconds more#c. lucy#v.lucy. main#xflashbastardx. crowley
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it has come to my attention that there is not nearly enough fanart celebrating Betazoid Badass™ Lwaxana Troi…. so i may have to do my part to remedy that
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Go To Bed
Another one about making people sleep...
"Are you still awake?"
"I think you need to rest..."
"I'm getting worried about you, you know."
"You really do need to sleep."
"It's okay to be tired."
"You can rest your head on my lap... if that'll help?"
"Let me stroke your hair..."
"I just want you to feel better."
"You would feel better if you actually slept."
"The last time that you actually, really rested..?"
"Sh, sh, it's okay. You're overtired, that's all."
"Okay, I have you, just... relax. Let yourself relax."
"I worry about you, you know. How little you sleep."
"I hear you walking about at night, when you think everyone's asleep."
"I know that you're pretending."
"I'm really not that tired. Promise."
"I'm just a bit... uh. Just... just a bit... I'll be okay in a moment."
"You're swaying so badly you can barely stand!"
"You have to rest! I'm not taking no for an answer!"
"Don't worry about me this is - this is normal -"
"You keep yawning like that you might break your jaw."
"It's nice. Warm. Cosy. Come to bed."
"I just want you to actually rest, for once. Please."
"You have to actually relax."
"Take a breath. Lean back. Close your eyes."
"When's the last time you trusted someone enough to do this?"
"I want you to actually try. That's all."
"Would you let me try something?"
"This is not normal. Even for you."
"I'll get you a heated blanket, warm milk, blackout curtains, anything. Just go to sleep."
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[[ unplotted starter for @hodgepodgebitches's Adam
Technically speaking, Lucy wasn't supposed to make unsupervised phone calls. But after being cornered and confronted by four demons who proceeded to rant and rave about his older brother failing to live up to his potential until he'd finally sent them away? Well. His dads got sort of weird about that kind of thing, and he wasn't about to let the fun new information that he had a brother slip past him without even talking to him. Adam. It was kind of neat, that he was the younger one, but he'd gotten the Lucifer Junior name. He was definitely going to bring that up when Adam answered his phone.
"Hi! Are you Adam? I didn't know you existed, so I don't know if you know about me or not, but I'm Lucy! Some demons think I need to start the apocalypse in a few years because you didn't."
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As soon as Lucy woke up, the whole room seemed to grow tenser, quieter, darker. The air itself seemed to grow threatening. He pushed himself slowly onto his elbows, then his hands, then got all the way slowly to his feet. His rumpled hair gave the impression of horns. "Hello," he said innocently, the red of his irises almost glowing in the darkening room. "I don't know who you are, but that doesn't mean you have the advantage. I'm going to really enjoy this, actually." Fire sprouted from nowhere just to backlight him, as though that could make an eight-year-old with scraped knees and missing teeth look intimidating. It did.
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Okay but imagine this kid with missing front teeth and red in the middle of his irises. Just raining spooky magic down on you.
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Okay but if I were, perhaps, to add Lucy Parnassus-Baker (adorable young antichrist) to my lineup, would anyone be interested?
#he's young he's cute he loves his adopted dads and siblings a ton#he thinks dead people music is the best (old music where the artist is dead)#and he will threaten you with worldwide destruction over bedtime#ooc
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