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silent / action starters

“*ruffles your hair*”

“*finger guns*”

“*looks through your stuff*”

“*runs into at full speed*”

“*kisses your cheek*”

“*kicks*”

“*pulls on ski mask*”

“*licks lips*”

“*leaps into your arms*”

“*wiggles eyebrows*”

“*drags you away by the arm*”

“*rolls eyes*”

“*gives you the middle finger*”

“*pokes*”

“*begins to tap dance*”

“*eats a sandwich*”

“*puts hands on hips*”

“*gives thumbs up*”

“*blows you a kiss*”

“*punches your arm*”

“*cracks knuckles*”

“*starts rubbing your shoulders*”

“*takes shirt off*”

“*looks at disapprovingly*”

“*wipes tear away*”

“*taps foot*”

“*gestures to come closer*”

“*blows balloon*”

“*gets down on one knee*”

“*tackles you to the ground*”

“*lights candle*”

“*throws ball*”

“*makes a heart with hands*”

“*smirks*”

“*gives thumbs down*”

“*lifts you into the air*”

“*blows nose*”

“*paints your nails*”

“*puts head on your shoulder*”

“*trips you*”

“*sticks tongue out at*”

“*chokes on own spit*”

“*flexes*”

“*locks door*”

“*glares at*”

“*holds your hand*”

“*pinches*”

“*waves at*”

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The Intentions Were Good.

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@academia-lucifer

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James Hutton

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Family

His sharp canines bite into the leather of his glove and he slowly pulls them off, rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and begins to undo the buttons of his vest as he takes a seat on the stool. Next, he takes his headphones, ornate ones with a golden and leather look, and places them on his head. He reaches over, picking up the sticks for the drum set, and then reaches for his phone with the headphones already plugged in. Lucifer hits play and music fills his headphones, his foot taps in beat with the strumming guitar. 4 measures of strumming and on the fourth measure, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1--! The drumming starts, steady and on beat with the music in his headphones and he begins to softly sing.

“Taste bitter on a guilty tongue

It's hard to see I'm the chosen one

Fake friends with a camera phone

Ugly, drunk, cold and missin' home”

Why this song? He wanted something cartharic, something to express himself in the ways he struggled to with words. Music was his escape and therapy all at once. All his anger, his pain, all of it vanished as he sung out in the music room. The drumming brings a physical aspect, where he needed to expend energy as he dealt with his feelings.

“This heart of mine gets blacker all the time

Affection makes me nauseous

Believe me, I don't want this

I hurt my blood tonight, I made my brothers cry

I never say 'I love you' even though I want to”

His chest clenches and he feels something well in his eyes, threatening to spill out, especially as he changed one lyric without realizing. Brothers. *His brothers,* who he has hurt too many times. Why was that? Why did he struggle to express himself when he felt so much? Was it his Pride? Lucifer’s mantra to himself was ‘be better’, but it never translated to the right things. He was better…At pointless things, not what mattered. His family. *His brothers.*

“'Cause I let you down and I lost my fucking mind

And everything got messy and everyone got angry

I cursed my blood tonight, it happens all the time

Is everyone against me? Has everyone goddamned me?”

Lucifer lost himself to the music, starting to project his voice loud enough that the sound was louder than the drums. His drumming, with the song, grew more intese. Lucifer began to sweat as he sung and played, completely lost in the music. It was reliving, the song voicing all his feelings for him. He felt so vividly, but only music gave him the release. A part came, and he lets out a gutteral snarl of the words, and tears begin to drip from his eyes. And, as quickly as the song picked up, it falls to a slow beat again and he sings the last verse.

“I hate goodbyes, so cringy I could die

We only say 'I love you' 'cause that's what we're supposed to

And most families lie, but I meant it every time

And treat you like you're worthless, I never said I'm perfect”

And stop! The room falls silent, minus Lucifer’s panting as he leans over his drums. Tap, taptap, tap. The sound of the snare sounds as the tears from his eyes drip down his cheek and land atop the drum. And then, as the song repeats, he sucks in a breath, realizing just how into the song he’d gotten. In a rush, he wipes his features with his sleeve and straightens up. In spite of his embarrassed flustered features, deep down he feels…better.

Song: || x ||

#the morning star #a reflection (musings) #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me drabble #family by badflower #badflower

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“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

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Can't even move

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The Brothers in the OG timeline rn:

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Upside Down, pen and ink drawing by Mangonimbus

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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.

— Catherine Breillat

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“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

#the morning star

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random sad dialogue … sentence starters

“You aren’t blameless in this.”

“You don’t have to keep it all in.”

“Not everyone is out to hurt you.”

“You’re too good for someone like me.”

“You’re hiding secrets from me… why?”

“You’ve got the saddest soul I’ve ever seen.”

“The shadows are safer than the harsh glare.”

“I’ll keep you safe… the way they should have.”

“I didn’t need you here. I didn’t want you here.”

“No, I don’t think you love me… but you used to.”

“They’ll never apologize. You have to know that.”

“Don’t you think you’ve been alone long enough?”

“Why can’t you be honest with yourself for once?”

“If you really didn’t care, then why did you come?”

“You have too many scars for someone so young.”

“There’s nothing you have to hide from me. Share.”

“I’ve already lived too much for someone so young.”

“Don’t look at me with those sad eyes. I can’t bear it.”

“You never even had the chance to be a kid, did you?”

“I don’t want your apologies. they don’t mean anything.”

“Forgiveness is earned. And you have a long way to go.”

“You’re allowed to step into the light. You’re allowed to live.”

“Don’t talk to me about loyalty… not after what you’ve done.”

“I keep trying to atone… but, it just never seems to be enough.”

“You think solitude keeps you safe. It doesn’t. It keeps you lonely.”

“I’ll leave if you want me to. Will you just hear me out first? Please?”

“After all you’ve been through, how do you still find it in your heart to care?”

“You’re still breathing, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a ghost.”

“I don’t want you to know. I don’t want you to see the awful, tainted parts of me.”

“What happened was horrible, and cruel, and unfair. You’re allowed to be angry.”

“There’s nothing wrong with lashing out sometimes. It’s better than holding it all in.”

“This world’s a dismal place. It chews up all happiness it finds and spits it out bitter.”

“I love you, And you don’t need to say it back, or even reciprocate. I just needed you to know.”

“I’ve always done everything by myself, survived by myself. I don’t see why that would change.”

“You don’t get to disappear, then come back like nothing happened. Life moved on without you.”

“They say you’re not supposed to hold grudges, but I don’t believe that. It keeps you from making the same mistake twice.”

“Everyday, I ask myself why someone like you would choose to stay with someone like me. And everyday, I come up empty.”

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Reblog if your muse has gone more than three (3) days without sleep…

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Now there is nothing between us. From now our merge is eternal. (x)

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