#damienofhell

[darcybby-movedtodarcybby]

“ what the hell happened? ”

@damienofhell

“Can you believe it? A cat climbed through our window this morning after you left. I went over to it and it lost it’s shit!” She turns her hand in his. It’s wrapped neatly in gauze, though speckles of red have still managed to seep through over the course of the day. “I couldn’t wrap it myself so I went over to Jerry’s. He patched me up. It sucks but I don’t think it’s--- that bad..”

[darcyiisms]

@damienofhell continued from x.

the yawn stirs her awake and she groans softly, burying herself a little deeper into the pillows. “---- that’s mighty attractive, mufasa...” even in the early AM and half-dazed, she’s sarcastic as ever and takes a deep breath. her first instinct tells her to peer at the night stand across from her to make sure her gun and badge is still there. with that relief, darcy smiles and turns over slowly with intent to greet him. instead, she winds up recoiling at the sunlight and pulls the blankets up to her face for cover. “well, uh... hey! last night was fun, huh?” she gives him a little peek over the blankets. honestly, she’s half expecting this is the part he kicks her out already, especially when he seems so lost.    “... no chance i could have a little breakfast first, right?”

[gcdgiven]

𝓞𝓗 𝓛𝓞𝓡𝓓 𝓞𝓗 𝓛𝓞𝓡𝓓,                      I’M BEGGING YOU PLEASE,                                         𝓓𝓞𝓝'𝓣 𝓣𝓐𝓚𝓔 𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 ���𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡 𝓕𝓡𝓞𝓜 𝓜𝓔                                                                                damien thorn && darcy lewis

[weaknessforgallantry-blog]

@damienofhell

Normally, Remy would have hammed it up for the camera, the minute he noticed the guy. He knows he’s handsome, after all, and getting a nice front page picture of himself and Iron Man destroying robots back-to-back would have been nice! Normally. But nothing has really been normal about Remy’s life the past six or so months, and he worries that any kind of media attention could make everything go immediately to shit.

After all, if someone (say, Warren Worthington III) figured out he’d survived Antarctica, they might want to finish the job Rogue started. And even if it none of the X-Men decided to go that route, he’d still vastly prefer that they think that he really did get what he deserved and died alone and starving and frozen on that rock. But anyway. Enough wallowing. The point is: the fight had been awesome, but some guy had been stupid enough to be out in that fight with a professional camera, snapping shots and dodging bits of robot. In the evening, when the clean up crew paid for by SI is sweeping the streets and collecting robot parts, Remy goes looking for the photographer.

Evelyn doesn’t know anything (but promises to call around the block; she loves gossiping) so Remy moves on to the shops on the street. The guy at the liquor store just shrugs. The middle aged woman who runs the bodega in the building next to Remy’s building nods, though. 

“You’re not making trouble, are you?”

He smiles at her, wishing he’d worn his sunglasses to cover up his eyes, but sure he can charm her despite them: “Non, non, I jus’ wanna check on him, saw him out taking pictures of the deathbots.” 

The woman gives him a long, measuring look and then gestures down the street. She says, “Damien Th-something. Two blocks down with his sweet girlfriend -- she’s always bringing me coffee! You tell them I said hi, yes?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am, I will,” Remy says. He buys a pack of cigarettes, even though he’s more or less quit by this point, and tucks them into his coat as he meanders towards the building the lady had indicated. When he gets to the build he finds their name on the mailbox -- Darcy Lewis + Damien Thorn --  and buzzes their apartment number. 

When the intercom clicks on, he says, “I’m lookin’ fo’ Damien Thorn abou’ some pictures he took earlier today.”

[lveifer-blog]

cont from x @damienofhell

                               You're not a monster.

That was what he'd said as his boy reached for him, small arms wrapped around him. Instinctively, his hand touch Damien's dark hair, stroking it back in soothing patterns. This was like all other moments - a scraped knee, a bully at school. This was the life the boy had started on Earth, simple, monochromatic, human. It had been so easy, living on the tip of the iceberg, where the Morningstar boys' worst troubles were getting chores done in time before bed. And, bloody hell, did he ever try. Parenting wasn't exactly in the Adversary brochure, but he liked to think he wasn't half as bad as his father. Despite all that'd happened to the boy before Lucifer was able to return to Earth, he'd sheltered the boy from the nearing shadows, ever constant in their war for the boy's soul. He'd done all he can - of course he did. Damien was a good boy. He was the son of the devil, but he was a good boy. He deserved saving.

But this wasn’t like any other moment a human child could have. It seemed that not even The Lightbringer could hide the boy from the darkness.

As the child's whimpers disappeared into the fabric of his shirt, Lucifer finally let his face fall, letting go of an exhale - letting go of his denial. For as long as he’d existed, Lucifer had been a piece of a chess game he did not command, and no matter how far he ran, he was never going to escape the prophecy of his corruption. For all eternity, Lucifer would be a symbol of evil, a solace for sinners, a monster.

And Damien... well, he was his father’s son.

[penniesfortheferryman]

@damienofhell; Promo Edit  ( 1 / 2 )

[damienofhell-archived-blog]

[xshxxtingstaar-a-blog]

a simple starter for @damienofhell

       “--I was watching that.”

[darcybby-movedtodarcybby]

℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word

@damienofhell

She had to get up early for Oscorp, to finish some reprogramming she’d promised Felicia. Earlier than even Damien tends to wake up for his runs into the park but considering he was due soon anyway, she’d started on breakfast for him before getting dressed. Darcy had just finished setting up the brewer and  turned it on when she felt a cool breath on her neck and arms wrapping around her waist. She smiles, leans against his chest and turns her head to kiss the corner of his jaw with a quiet hum. One hand comes up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the other cupping over his arm. 

“ I didn’t wake you up, did I? Shit, sorry baby, tried to be quiet.” She tilts his chin toward her so she can catch his lips in a kiss before she’s smiling again. “See? Look, nothing’s burnt this time and the kitchen is still in one piece annnnd for this early in the morning, I think I’m functioning at a pretty o-kay level.”

[darcyiisms]

@damienofhell​ continued from x.

“What do you think?” That’s always the real question, isn’t it? Whether or not he believes it himself or if he’s still convinced himself to believe it’s just a cult following him on a case of some seriously mistaken identity. Whatever the truth was...     “What I know is,” And she pauses, taking the moment to really look at him. And maybe it’s the wrong time, but  leans in with eyes closed and graces his lips with a soft kiss, never the less meaningful. She smiles against his mouth and pulls away just enough to lean her forehead against his. “I love you.” Darcy opens her eyes and reels back to gaze at his eyes, allowing some small space between them. “Some bull shit, thousands-year-old prophecy -real or not- isn’t going to do anything about that.”

[penniesfortheferryman]

@damienofhell; 

       “You look-- well.” 

                  Kharon says calmly as he moves to take a seat,                   humming lightly as he settled and let out an                   unnecessary breath.

[weaknessforgallantry-blog]

vibe: hella

hella

[yeahwerethegoodguys-blog]

❝ i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞

↳ ⊷⊰ “ Let’s just pretend for a moment, that we do in fact             have a plan and work with it, yes ? ” ⊱⊷ ↵

Roaming around in the Ant mine all day, getting familiar with the ant structures and trying to study ants had become a new hobby of Scott’s. It was a suggestion of Hanks that he didn’t take too seriously at first, but after a few plans going a bit bumpy due to Scott’s lack of knowledge over the Ant’s, he decided it was timeto buckle down.

He didn’t think it would lead him to a conversation with someone over how Humans had a plan or not, or whether Ants had one either.Why they were acting funky today, more than usual, was a bit unspoken.It had to be Scott’s receptor, or perhaps it was just an off day for himor the ants. 

↳ ⊷⊰ “ You know anything about Ants ? ” ⊱⊷ ↵

[darcybby-movedtodarcybby]

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

@damienofhell

“Damien.” Eyes shift from him to the nurse prepping to insert the IV from which she’d be drawing Darcy’s blood for the next several minutes. The nurse quirks an eyebrow, curious, but resumes her gaze on the equipment when Darcy passes herself off as having a fear of needles. Darcy’s attention refocuses on Damien, a nervous little smile playing on her lips while she murmurs to him, shy of being heard. “I already feel like a baby.” It doesn’t stop her fingers from curling around his, though, because she can definitely use the comfort-- even if she doesn’t want to admit it out loud.

It’s her first time donating blood since before her life took a turn from weird to ‘seriously, what the fuck.’ It’s scary, preparing herself to face the feeling of the blood leaving her veins again and the weakness that came afterwards. It takes her to a place she doesn’t want to go to ever again but she thinks it’s stupid if she doesn’t overcome it. Embarrassing, even. Not when a little bit of good can come out of facing her fear and discomfort. Never mind her her already racing heart. 

[chaoticmischievousmagic]

Gee Simone is kinda giving me my Mark muse vibes!

[missmaycarleton]

✗ bringing them alcohol (her time period or damien's time period, whatever you feel like)

     “this?!” may reached out for the glass that was so generously offered to her, “this, for me? oh, you shouldn’t have!” she took a hearty sip. she was not usually one for mixed drinks, but whatever this was, it was absolutely spectacular.

     “no, i take that back: you definitely should have. i’m glad you did...however, i don’t believe we’ve met before, have we?” she examined him from head to toe, then extended a small hand to shake.      “may carleton...and you are?”