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lucifergifs · 10 months

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LUCIFER | 4.05 “Expire Erect”

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dcmultiverse · 1 year

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LUCIFER (2016–2021) - 2.01 • "Everything's Coming Up Lucifer"

#ch: ella lopez #ch: lucifer morningstar #tv: lucifer #tv #gif #mine #by shay #dcedit #luciferedit #userelio #useraurore #tusercarol #userzo #userveronika #tvedit

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kiwiiibot · 10 months

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I love Lailah with my life

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She deserves to be happy :c

#lil lucifer au #fanart #Lailah #Ella es mi vida #Cásate conmigo personajito ficticio #Me gustan los atardeceres y por eso los colores unu

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carefuldevil · 1 year

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LUCIFER (2016-2021) - 5.10 Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam

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midnights-dragon · 7 months

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Crowley walking all sexy and slutty like up to that bloke at the pub table and saying “hello~” while eluding “hi yeah I’m the husband” energy reminded me of something and I couldn’t figure out what it was until I rewatched an episode of Lucifer and. IT'S LITERALLY HIM Y’ALL HE SAYS IT THE EXACT SAME WAY I’m losing it over here

and then I was thinking about it and they’re actually so similar that it hurts, and I sort of fell down a rabbit hole of Lucifer scenes that are just so Crowley.

They just want someone to accept and love them but they’ve accepted that that will never happen so they try to play the role of the strong, powerful one who can’t be hurt,

and only show their vulnerabilities to the person that they love the most, all while believing that love can never be reciprocated.

(they’re also both the ‘I make jokes about my trauma’ type which is always appreciated- btw Amenadiel reminds me a lot of Aziraphale, though obviously not in any romantic way with Lucifer, but especially with his inner conflict with Heaven in s2/3)

so basically they’re so similar and would in fact be besties if the shows existed in the same universe because imagine-

Lucifer, drunk, post-s3 breakup: Chloe tried to poison me after abandoning me for like months and months bc who I really was wasn’t someone she could love

Crowley, drunker, post-divorce and taking notes: oh so that’s what’ll happen when he comes back good to know good to know

Plus the whole “God on earth” plot line feels like something that COULD happen in s3 maybe?? And Lucifer’s time with God was one of my favorite arcs because he was so (justifiably) angry but when it came down to it and God apologized, all Lucifer ever wanted was that love, and his barriers just came crashing down and he allowed his fathers love to be given to him

They're in vastly different circumstances and situations, sure, and their love stories with their respective slow burns are definitely very different, though with some similarities (most notably Chloe leaving at the end of s3 once realizing who he really is, which can be compared to Aziraphale unintentionally implying that he was leaving Crowley because Crowley could never be enough for him as a demon), but the really are so similar.

"why do I hate myself so much?" seems very much like a line that Crowley could spit out with so much venom in s3 when drunk off his ass and I am here for it.

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mousy-nona · 1 month

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First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer.

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.”

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together.

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused.

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst.

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.”

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.”

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?”

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?”

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected.

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.”

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room.

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment.

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!”

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And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?”

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud.

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips.

And the damn song was still playing.

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting?

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose.

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time.

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The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play.

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers.

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record.

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it.

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained.

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #alastor x lucifer #asks #prompts #on that note this post is definitely OOC on Alastor's part but fuck it sometimes i just wanna write something cute SUE ME #this is an ella fitzgerald appreciation post #also I’m terrible at music would appreciate song recs

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mockingjayne12 · 9 months

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my first lucifer watch throwback: 31 december 2021

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trixiedeckerstar · 1 year

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SECRET SATAN EVENT 2022 Happy holidays @arisu-artnfics 💖

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markedbyindecision · 11 months

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Ella in therapy in Lucifer s5e14 “Nothing Lasts Forever”

(image ID under the readmore)

[Image ID: 10 gifs of Ella talking to Linda.

1) Ella, hesitantly: Yesterday on my morning run, I saw this guy about to cross the street. Head in his phone, not paying attention, moments away from walking into traffic.

2) Ella, staring into the air: And…my mind started picturing things. Like…like really vivid things. Which car would hit him first? Which of his bones would shatter?

3) Ella: The position his body would land on the ground. Exactly how long it would take him to bleed out. Detail after detail.

4) Ella: I- I eventually snapped out of it, but it was too late. /// Linda: He got hit?

5) Ella: No, he looked up in time, but that- that’s not the point.

6) Ella, teary-eyed: The point is that helping him wasn’t my first thought. Or my second. Or my third. How messed up is that?

7) Linda: Ella, you’ve been coming to see me ever since you caught Pete, and over all that time, you’ve never taken a single day off. Maybe it’s catching up to you.

8) Ella: No. No, no, no. This job is what centers me, channels these thoughts into some kind of purpose.

9) Ella: The truth is, I’ve been this way my entire life. And I’ve hidden it from everyone. Dan, Chloe. Everyone thinks I’m a good person.

10) Ella, teary-eyed and distressed: I told Amenadiel that I would try to accept myself, but…how? How can I accept myself when thisdarkness is such a part of who I am?

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romances-perdidos-x · 8 months

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"Quiero que ella me elija"

El amor es una fuerza enigmática, que nos da lo mejor y también lo peor. Sin embargo, no podemos evitarla, ya que está en nuestra naturaleza amar y ser amados. En cualquier momento hemos deseado que la otra persona nos escoja, para que también vea nuestro amor, y no sea solo uno más en una larga lista. El amor nos da esperanzas, pero también nos rompe el corazón. Por eso mismo, no podemos evitarlo, y siempre anhelamos ser escogidos. Esta escena, hace referencia a muchos que han pasado por esta situación y podría incluso decir que el sentimiento es transmitido de manera correcta.

Morningstar.

#escritos #desamor #ausencia #en tu orbita #poesia #corazón roto #fragmentos #frases #amor no correspondidos #insomnio #lucifer morningstar #amor #citas de desamor #citas de noche #citas de amor #quiero que vuelvas #ella #madrugada #romance

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thegroundhogdidit · 4 months

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i love how pierce and chloe had so little chemistry that they had to bring in ella every couple episodes to tell the audience that they had chemistry in hopes that we'd believe it

#lucifer netflix #lucifer tv #marcus pierce #chloe decker #ella lopez #every scene they have together is PAINFUL #deckerstar had chemistry. piercifer had chemistry. chloe and pierce? nothing. not even a spark

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lucifergifs · 1 year

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LUCIFER | 2.09 “Homewrecker”

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oliveoomph · 2 months

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Inbar Lavi & Aimee Garcia as Eve and Ella

Lucifer

#inbar lavi #aimee garcia #eve #ella lopez #lucifer #actress #cast #kiss #wlw #gifs by olive

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hello-detective · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, LUCI FANS!

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer fanart #lucifer morningstar #deckerstar #amenadiel #linda martin #dan espinoza #chloe decker #ella lopez #goddess #charolette richards #tom ellis #happy valentine's day #luci fan

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onaloyveonce · 1 month

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Need lucifer x good omens crossover

#lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #ella lopez #mazikeen #dan espinoza #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good omens #lucifer tv

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cometsandstardust · 10 months

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here is your lovely reminder that all of these characters are cops in the same city:

and yet the crossover content between any combination of these fandoms is null and void, and that is a damn shame and someone should 100% rectify that.

#911 fox #athena grant #the rookie #john nolan #lucy chen #jackson west #tim bradford #angela lopez #talia bishop #wade grey #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #dan espinoza #ella lopez

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