[Before Lucifer got cast out of Heaven]
Angel!Y/N, just found out Lucifer and Lilith are together : You lied to me!
Angel!Y/N : You told me that I am your soulmate! Just get back to that other woman!
Angel!Lucifer : Don’t you understand? You’re the other woman.
Angel!Y/N : No no! You’re supposed to be with me! She’s the other woman!
Angel!Lucifer : Why can’t you understand? It was a mistake, I would never be with you— *immediately regrets it*
Angel!Y/N, distraught :
Angel!Y/N, silently leaves the room :
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No, Harry. You were just talking to yourself. That's all you ever do. Even in your dreams. And the act is wearing thin, the spots of the disco ball fade around you...
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A-Yuan: I'd like to go to a haunted house like in one of your stories, Xian-gege
Wei Wuxian: What's wrong with the one we live in?
A-Yuan: What?
Wei Wuxian: Good night, A-Yuan!
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thinking about the phycological torture qFit is going to be put through for the next few weeks, like
He's in a rough state already, head ringing and legs probably shattered from his fall. He's bleeding and barely conscious. He drags himself along the ground, a flesh hand already grazed and a metal hand already dented. He reaches a ledge. Peers over. In the dark he can just about make out the shapes, but the smell and the twisting in his gut is undeniable. Rot. The rotting of bodies. The rotting of years old corpses, mangled, crumpled, starved, crushed, emaciated. He thinks of the creature's words. I had friends once, they're still here on this island. Do you want to see them?
Against his own will, he pictures Ramón lying at the bottom of the cave; sniffer teddy discarded a foot away and covered in mud, comforting the corpse. He pictures Pac; all rib bones and hollow cheeks, in the new once clean clothes he loved to show off. He pictures Sunny. He pictures Tubbo. He pictures Phil. He pictures Mike. He pictures Bagi. He shuts his eyes and moves to leave, but his body is broken. He can't escape this place, and he won't be saved. They won't think to look for you here.
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TT: You came back wrong and I am racked with guilt, because I cannot bear to see you like this and I should have let you rest. I loved you so much that I defied death itself, but I do not think either of us are happy.
TG: this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like
TT: Stop it, I was trying to be gothic.
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Cleo: I really do like butterflies.
Joel: Really? They aren't very hardcore, are they?
Cleo: They drink blood from corpses. I am more than willing to do the same.
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"Were the numbers right?"
"Your numbers about how high and far they could fly. That you got by sneaking out when you were supposed to be sleeping and watching them with stolen equipment?"
"Borrowed," Leia said firmly. "I would never take your things like that."
"Next time, 'borrow' the armor too," he said gruffly, the same as he had when Domino squad had caught her and turned her in, looking a little embarrassed and unsure if they were out of line.
"Of course," she lied.
Leia in clone trooper armor, inspired by @this-acuteneurosis' Don't Look Back series, a time-travel fic starring Leia, Shmi, and Padme taking on the political quagmire of the prequel's senate. I 1000% recommend it, it's spectacular
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"a spasm of self-loathing so great it was almost pride."
-Exquisite Corpse, Poppy Z. Brite
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