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❝ ...okay. Once you're done reciting church doctrine, allow me to make a correction. Or two. ❞ Ian speaks with a remarkable amount of calm irony given their caution; tone far more cheeky than was probably wise. ❝ ...though yes, I do tend to observe my friends. ❞

Even if they've been spending time with Lucifer long enough now that their overthinking, anxious tendency has mostly memorised what some of the Fallen's expressions roughly meant mood-wise (or so they think), they are VERY aware that he was still an incredibly dangerous being. Even if he... seemingly enjoyed their company.

❝ I never said you weren't the 'Father of Sin', or 'degeneracy incarnate'- ❞ that finger trailing their jaw nearly short-circuits their thin bravado, and they have to clear their throat- pulling back with a playfully chastising pinch of brows. ❝ H-hey- What I said, was you being cast into a role you didn't CHOOSE doesn't make you unworthy of care. I still don't even know what it is you DID. No one does- yet they blindly listen to bias etched deep into stone without questioning any of it. ❞

After all, if the Almighty cast down His favored son for eternity for one act of defiance- what would He do to them?

~ @plutomused || "...you're not as untouchable as you act." | from ian <3 they're determined to be compassionate to him even if he doesn't want it. ~

The words elicit a grunt of annoyance from Lucifer, brow furrowing into a playful glare as he looks over at them. "Yes, I am - I'm horrendous and disgraceful and a dreadful sinner." Ian is unlike anyone he usually spends time with. They're nice. And unwilling to judge Satan by the mask he faces out towards the world.

Although, sometimes he wonders if it's even a mask anymore. Hard to remember who you are when you spend so much time pretending.

"It's part of my charm - I lure you in -" He leans closer to them. A finger lifts, nail tracing along their jaw. "And then coax you to sin so that you spend an eternity strung up in my halls." It's a weak deflection, but it's all he's got. "Do you always analyse everyone you meet?"

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Vacation is go~.

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PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

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“Do you ship...” Buddy I will ship almost anything if I think about it too long. I love love and situations

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❝ Careful now... that's no way to speak of yourself now is it? Were you 'just the help'? Or were you like me- Daddy's Ultimate Favorite? ...before he changed his mind? ❞

Upon the success of binding his Lord in crystal glass, it could be said the Corinthian has experienced an exponential growth of ego by several magnitudes. Remarkably self-aware in many ways, the nightmare can't help but see several similarities between itself, and the Lord of Hell.

❝ You're also beginning to sound a bit like our respective... Creators. 'Displease me and I will torment you in ways unending'. Not a good look- something something 'sins of the Father'? ❞ That EGO is, perhaps, what gives it the utterly obtuse desire to mouth off to a power that could match Dream himself; the lick of Hellfire within the other's gaze finally reminding it, however, that answering the Devil would be a good idea.

❝ ...but yes. He's on... extended holiday~. I don't think he's coming back. ❞

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An eyebrow arches. "You're very mouthy -" Pun intended. "Considering that you're just the help." Eyes narrow, gaze inspecting the Corinthian. "Honestly, I don't know how Dream puts up with such insubordination from you. I'd have castrated you and strung you up over hellfire for less." He sucks through his teeth. "Speaking of - Where is he? Taking a holiday?" A step brings him closer. "Must be, if you're flittering around inspiring serial killers." Hand reaches to pluck a piece of lint from his suit. "Thanks for that, by the way - Saves me a job."

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“I think I’ll add you to my collection.” | @saturnmused

OBJECTIFICATION WAS NOT A FOREIGN CONCEPT within the walls of Ana's Nightclub. In fact, it was one that the Matron encouraged within reason- both in the deliberate way they dressed, and the way in which they encouraged her staff to behave. It brought in revenue, encouraged new clients to become regulars, and tempted those on the fence to give in and splurge on 'a good time'.

If one could afford it, that 'good time' could very well be with her.

Yet as she sets this man's ordered drink before him, what she hears is something else entirely. It was PRESUMPTION, and caustic to boot. A statement more familiar from the mouth of base pigs (or those which Vicious kept in company) than her typical clientele. Which is somewhat strange, as this was his first return- a second visit -and from what she is aware this man was supposed to have class.

Yes, she'd gone digging around. She'd have been vapid not to.

❝ I am not for sale as a permanent addition, Mr. Bogdan. ❞ Mob bosses were potentially touchy animals on a good day, and so the Hostess smiles almost sweetly as she meets his eyes; elegant frame sliding to sit upon his thigh as if she belonged there. Perhaps the only thing that gives away her unease, was that her deep brown gaze - appearing black in the clublight - was as razor-bladed as the EDC stilletto beneath her skirt.

❝ If you so desire, however, my time - and talent - is available for those with the means to pay~. At least for the night... and as long as you prove to me you have MANNERS. ❞

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❝ Ay, Dios mio- ¿Sabes siquiera cómo tocar bien?! ❞ it's instinct to berate an invader for not even knocking whether or not a door was actually present, especially when the arrival scares the shit out of them; but the moment 'Lucifer' sets a coffee down on their desk, it begins to sink home that this - formerly presumed eccentric but mildly delusional man - may, in fact, be the actual Morning Star. Or at least something not mortal.

The sudden, magical appearance of material items followed by the rotten egg stink of sulfur was a bit heavy of a clue.

❝ ...I- erm. Haven't- had lunch yet, no... ❞ They wrap a hand instinctually around the offered caffeine, torn between sensible wariness at possible 'additions' and the desperate need for pick-me-up. ❝ None of this is going to act like... like fae food and bind me to some invisible deal I'm not aware of, will it? ❞ They look at him not with fear, but baffled wonder. Maybe a touch of confusion. ❝ ...creating something from nothing should be impossible. ❞

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"Take a break and pay attention to me -" Lucifer places a coffee down in front of Ian before making himself at home in the seat opposite. "I'm assuming you haven't eaten, so I'm going to force you to have lunch with me." A picnic basket seems to appear from thin air, a faint waft of sulphur following it. "I don't know what food you like, so I brought a variety of options." Truthfully, whatever food Ian desires will come out of that basket. However, Lucifer's not in the mood to try and explain that. Considering he's fairly certain that they already have him on some sort of watchlist.

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i go from "i didn't deserve the things that happened to me" to "there is no suffering that I do not deserve" in like 3 seconds

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“You’re not stalking me, are you?” @saturnmused

EMPATHS WERE CREATION'S GIFT TO NIGHTMARES and dreams alike. magnifying reality through that which bordered unreality. that which the nightmare itself took great delight in abusing and fracturing through machination it's very creator taught to it upon it's birth from the shores of night.

there's a brief moment where the blonde seems unaware it was being spoken to; pale digits scrolling stolen phone from a previous 'dalliance'- the Corinthian finally looks up with an 'embarrassed' grin so flawless one may actually mistake it for flirtation.

❝ Oh... here I was going to ask you the same thing~. ❞ each hidden maw drags hidden over keanu's frame ever-brief; the violet of his eyes a far more fascinating thing. ❝ ...sorry. You have the most beautiful eyes. ❞

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

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grabby hands at u

i will wait for u til the end, my beloved~.

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"You've been working so hard. Don't you think you deserve a break?"

"It's not about what I deserve."

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

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When I am feminine it is in a masculine way and when I am masculine it is in a feminine way. What’s not clicking.

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everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her

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he's shaken far more than his norm- he's had many night terrors since emerging from quantum spacetime, but this one had been... remarkably surreal. based enough in realism to shake him even upon waking, the physicist huffs a small cleansing breath as valentina offers what comfort they can, smiling gratefully. ❝ i- thank you, val... i just. i know you deal with... stress already, a-and this isn't me babying you, by the way. i... i just know that pressure. ❞

though his first exposure to superhumans ( he detested the term 'mutant', it felt derogatory ) had been keanu, learning valentina had also saved lives in the present with literal storms had thrown him. he worries about her. perhaps more than 'just a friend' should. ❝ how's this- that offer goes both ways. i'll definitely take it, but... i want you to know it's there too. ❞

❝ THAT SOUNDS HORRIBLE. ❞ valentina has never been one for body horror, or horror in general. they tend to be a wimp when it comes to anything remotely scary. she reaches out to place a soothing hand on ben's arm. ❝ you know, you're free to CALL in the night if you find yourself bothered. i'm up at all kinds of hours 'nd don't mind talking you down. ❞ they're used to it with ian, after all.