devils-in-my-head

My Virgin Sacrifice


Pairing: Lucifer X Reader
Warnings: Smut, DaddyK!nk, bossy!Lucifer, blood, bad language.
Summary: Y/n is witch who is being sacrificed to Lucifer. In a twisted chain of events there is a wicked witch, a good witch, and a handsome devil. 
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! My drabble Sinful for Lucifer took off so well these last few days, and since I can’t get the Devil out of my head, I decided to give you guys a whole story. I am not sure if it any good, but let me know. I hope you like it. As always, please see my page for more of my work, and look for the master-list which should be out very soon!
Word count of story: Approximately 2500 words


    Your grandmother was a witch, just as your mother was. You had grown up with a love for witchcraft sprouting from their teachings at a very early age. Of course, your family and home coven stayed far away from anything too sinister and dastardly for obvious reasons. Curses, hexes, and demons tended to backfire, or at least end very badly for the witch. Especially when hunters got involved.
    As you grew older you grew fonder of the idea of traveling, absorbing all the knowledge and wisdom you could across the lands. And with a lifted heart and demeanor, you did. Seeing everything you could-learning all you could-of evil and good. But even you could tell that the world was shifting. Demons became more and more frequent, hauntings became more and more deadly, and good witches became few. Even the hunters began to fizzle out one by one. By the time your grandmother left this earth and your mother took control of the coven, rumors had begun to spread about the rise of the true king.
The true one to rule hell and all those that belong to hell. The archangel that had started and would restart the war between Heaven and Hell.
                                   

                                                  Lucifer.

Growing worried for your mother and the good of your coven you returned home, only to find your coven in a state of power-hungry, evil infused paranoia under the charge of a lady who called herself Sirena. Sirena was a force you had never met before. She was cunning and vindictive, and seemingly all knowing. Sirena was quick to punish those she doubted and the returning daughter of the head witch she had overthrown was just that. An opponent to test her power and dedication to her King Lucifer.

     She had attacked you before you had time to even register what had happened.  And after you lay bruised and battered on the ground, she commanded those who used to be your trusted friends to help her bind you.

“Y/n, it’ll all be fine. Lucifer will be every so gracious of your sacrifice. Why, he might even be as gracious as to grant our coven everlasting favor in the courts of Hell! Think of the good you’ll be doing here!” Sirena preached to you as she pulled the ropes tighter to your skin.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Sirena. You know that! You have taken a peaceful coven, and turned all these women vengeful,” You say as you struggle against the bonds that hold your hands and feet.

“Oh sweetheart, that was what your mother thought too, but you’ll see. Everyone will see. I’ve finally perfected the perfect spell, and it’s sure to reach our King’s ears this time,” she said with a wicked laugh. She back away from you to pick up a long-curved dagger from the table nearby. “Just think about it,” she started with another awful cackle, turning back towards you as she played with the knife, “you’re the perfect sacrifice! I mean before I killed your mother, I had heard about her talk about you to the others. You’re still pure-in more ways than one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you cried, swinging your gaze to your once friends who stood facing you on the far wall, pleading with your eyes for them to save you.

 “Oh Y/n, that won’t work. They are no longer easily persuaded. Now, back to the matters at hand. You know exactly what I mean when I say ‘pure’. You’re still pure of heart, in fact you almost have a childlike sense of wonder,” Sirena pressed the dagger under your chin, forcing your head up and your eyes to hers. “You also have never been-bedded, to put nicely. So innocently pure. A virgin sacrifice for the King. How classically polite.”

   Your eyebrow raised automatically. The bitterness of the situation finding you now, “You polite or nice? I’ve known you five minutes and I’m tied to a chair being sacrificed because I’ve never been ‘bedded’.”

  Sirena’s smile twitched and you watched as her eyes glazed over for a split second before her hand moved. In that second, she moved and you felt the cold sting of the blade across your cheek. When she pulled back again, the dagger was lined with blood, and Sirena? She was looking quite proud of herself.
       “Fine, fucked. You’re just as picky as your mother was. I was trying not to offend your delicate ears, but now I don’t care. With this offering of your blood, Lucifer will practically praise me. That is of course after he rapes and devours you,” Sirena cackled.

She began reciting a spell you in a language not even you had ever heard, but you couldn’t really pay attention to any of that. Your face and your body hurt. Your mother was dead, and your coven betrayed your family. Your life was officially sucking right now, and you could give a damn less what else was happening around you.
A bright light in the room caught your attention, if not for the simple fact it practically blinded you. Sirena began laughing again, spinning and clapping, searching the room with her eyes. She turned to you when the light completely faded with a scowl.


  “It didn’t work!” she raged. “How could have not worked? You slut! You must have fucked someone, or else it wouldn’t have worked. You filthy whore liar! I’ll-“


“Now, now, let’s not be quick to kill anyone, especially my sacrifice,” a cold male voice said filling the room.


       “My King!” Sirena said dropping to her knees. “I apologize for disturbing you, but I thought this sacrifice would prove my willingness to serve.”


  “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer says stepping into the dimly lit room.

Originally posted by missviciderossignol


When your eyes found his, you almost gasped. He was gorgeous. He was blonde headed and freckled, lean but built, and he had a very arrogant bad boy nature. He regarded you in a calm, distant expression, but it didn’t seem to be one of hate. His eyes seemed to glow back at yours for a second more before he shifted his attention back to Sirena, his look darkening.


“I am trying to plan and carry out the Apocalypse-or did you forget that?” he asked Sirena pacing closer to where she was standing near you.


“I apologize King, I thought she would please you.”


“She looks-quite tasty, but that is not the point. Disturbing me is very rude, when you could have come to me like every other damn demon has with their signs of loyalty. Instead you summon me? Do you have any idea what I was in the middle of?”


“I am truly sorry, it won’t happen-” Sirena began, but Lucifer swiftly cut her off with a hand to her throat. 


The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten and he hauled her into the air with one hand. “Oh,” he said coldly, “I know it won’t.”

Just then Sirena emitted a beam of light from every orifice of her body. Lucifer pretty much burning her from inside out, and casting her lifeless body aside. He turns to you with a raised brow and relaxed look.

  “I loathe power hungry twats who disturb others, don’t you, love?” he asks almost nicely.

You blink back at him for a second before replying, “L-love?”

Lucifer doesn’t answer your question. Instead he comes closer to you expecting your bruises and cut up face. He runs his hands across your bonds, and you feel them dissipate. “No running, pet. Daddy has to heal you and take you home,” he says almost absentmindedly placing his hands on your face.

“Excuse me, what?”  You ask just as the warm feeling over takes you. It spreads through your body, making it hum and shiver, and you shift just slightly in your seat. Lucifer’s eyes connect with yours again and it’s as if he’s warning you to stay still with just his gaze.

The feeling intensifies as it spreads, and soon your body is on high alert, but tired at the same time. You feel your eyes begin to shut of their own accord. Right before the blackness of unconsciousness takes you, you hear Lucifer’s voice once more.

    “Now, let’s get you home.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

   You awoke atop of a king size, black satin covered bed in a dark room. You no longer hurt, but you didn’t know where you were. You weren’t even sure if what you thought had happened had really happened. That would be ridiculous, right?

“It might be for an average human, but not you,” a cold voice that you were becoming all too familiar with said. Glancing up to find Lucifer starring down on you, you almost screamed, but he had already raised a hand to silence you. “I will not hurt you, Y/n. I promise. I even healed your wounds for you, pet.”


“Oh, just stop it with the ‘pet’ stuff already. We both know the only reason you are interested in me is because of that stupid ritual and the fact I am a virgin. I am not yours,” You spat out before you could think to stop yourself.


You watched Lucifer’s eyes darken menace and almost gulped in fear. “I assure you, that isn’t true. In fact, you are mine and I will prove it,” he said darkly.


“You just said you wouldn’t hurt me!” You accuse him quickly.


“And I won’t, but let me show you why you should belong to me.”


You mauled it over for a second. It would if nothing else prevent something like this from happening again, and after his virgin sacrifice infatuation wore off that was the only risk here. He did promise not to hurt you. You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay.”


You were pushed back against the black satin sheets, your arms falling to rest by your head. Your legs spread of their own accord, unable to hide the sudden arousal caused from the angel above you. 


 Lucifer hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth tugged on your lower lip. One hand snaked up to tangle in your hair, using it to roughly pull your head back so he could access your neck. You gasped and closed your eyes as his teeth grazed your skin and found a soft spot you never knew existed.

Originally posted by tess453


Obliviously, Lucifer had done this before. You had not. Starting to feel a bit insecure, you brought your hands up to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.


“Lucifer,” you gasp, trying again. “I’m not good enough for this I barely know how to kiss.”


“Don’t even think about it like that, pet,” He ordered silkily as his jean clad hips ground against yours, his manhood already hardening. 


You wrapped your legs around his waist, almost automatically, with a desperate gasp for more affection, or attention, or really anything you could get. One of his hands cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading, while his lips found the curve of the other. He sucked your skin into his mouth, his tongue leaving a cold fire across your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling a sudden wetness pooling between your legs. And in response, Lucifer ripped the shirt from your body.


He chuckled at your attentive responses, grinding his hips against yours. His hand slid from your breast down your side, his fingers a seductive dance on your skin. 


“So responsive for me, pet,” he murmured, kissing his way back up to your neck. He sucked on your neck and as his fingers slid into the waistband of your jeans and ripped those off as well causing you to moan. “That’s my girl,” he grunted, biting your neck. He pulled back and smiled proudly at the dark hickey he’d left on your skin, marking you as his woman for all eternity.


He worked his hand down to your wet heat slowly, and thrust a finger into you, his slow pace never faltering as you wiggled and bucked against him. His hips helped to keep yours steady while he worked you with his hand, his other hand tugging at your hair and his lips alternating between decorating your neck and devouring your now naked breasts.


  You felt a foreign knot building in your belly, but before it could burst, Lucifer removed his finger. You whimpered shamelessly at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly. He hovered above you, angling his hips so that his manhood rubbed against your entrance, and you noticed you had completely missed how he had gotten his jeans off.  Finding yourself not caring, however you tried your best to hint to him that you needed him with your body.


He growled back at you when he noticed your slight shimmies for his attention and sprung on you like a wild tiger. His lips attacked your skin, as he rubbed his manhood through your wetness. The contact rubbed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk upwards.


“That’s right, kitten. Let Daddy take care of you,” he instructed, sitting back and using his hands on your hips to help position you. You complied, finding little shame anymore in Lucifer’s arms.


Lucifer positioned himself above you, his hands on your hips as he thrust into your sex slowly. You moaned at feeling him inside you, and although slightly strange-there was no pain. Your legs began spreading more to entice him further. He understood, pushing in as far as he could. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Working you over very well for your first time. You moaned loudly and your hands gripped the pillow, all of your senses gone. All you could focus on was Lucifer pounding into you like he owned you. This archangel making you his prize.

Originally posted by palehand


  He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head forward. You mewled and turned your head to meet his lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked your tongue into his mouth as he continued his thrusts. While you were lost in his kiss, the hand on your hip slid forward between your folds to rub mercilessly at your clit, earning a string of loud whorish moans from your lips which he eagerly swallowed. 


The knot in your belly exploded, your orgasm gushing. He kept his pace causing you to drag your nails down his toned chest. His hands gripped your hips so he could thrust his hips into yours, his pelvis striking your clit with each thrust, sending your orgasm skyrocketing upwards yet again.


Your name fell from his lips like a moaned prayer, the sound making you moan in return. “Please…” You stammered, wrapping your arms around him. “I-I… I can’t…”


“Not yet.” He ordered and you struggled to take a ragged breath, in a failed attempt to get a hold of yourself. “You are absolutely delicious, pet,” He informed you. “So responsive, so willing.”


“Please….” You whispered. “Just… please.”


“I’m sorry, what was that? Who are you talking to, Little Girl?” He asked innocently.


“Lucifer, please I need you…” You pleaded, grinding your hips up as best as you could. He grunted, but still did not relent. 


“No, pet. What is my name?” He demanded once more, slowing his pace almost completely.


You groaned out, frustrated, but completely turned on. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better, pet.” He growled and without pause, he was buried up to the hilt inside of you once more. You couldn’t help the shriek that was pulled from your lips as he began to brutally slam into you. His lips once again lock onto your chest, sucking. You barely notice as your hands wrap around his back nails digging into skin. “Moan for me, Little Girl.” He grunts, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Daddy!” You manage to choke out as he hits that spot with every thrust.


“I can’t hear you.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips.


“Daddy!” You scream as the knot that was building once more explodes, cause your whole body to jerk. Lucifer’s own orgasm followed yours, and as he cried out with you, he held you close as he worked you both through it, slowly. When you both had finally calmed down, he withdrew and looked at you. His next words shocking your ecstasy ridden body.


“If you think you are leaving me, Y/n, you are wrong. You are mine. Forever. My virgin sacrifice.”


Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

@dorianadaar fuck it heres the sketch im sorry. also happy 500 or so followers to me, heres a damn shitty sketch to commemorate i suppose

I had planned to do a different set for this week for STAR WARS recs and I wanted to give myself a chance to build up a few more fic recs before posting again. But then this week had some amazing fic and I couldn’t pass them by because they were so incredibly good and I had to flail immediately.

Split the Night by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & maul & some anakin/padme, 7.8k wip
  Darth Maul knows exactly how to break Kenobi. In which Maul targets someone other than Satine, and it changes Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives, along with the galaxy’s.
untitled Supreme Chancellor!Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & palpatine & cast, 4.2k
  So here we go, updates about the Inhibitor Chips, more about what Palpatine does and does not know, Obi-Wan being Tired™ and needing a damn nap, and Anakin and Ahsoka having a good time and discussing the Order as it is and once were. Enjoy!
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, pay attention to the warnings!, 38.6k
  The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & hondo & sifo-dyas & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 93.7k wip
  Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Stoking the Hearth by ilyena_sylph, Merfilly, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 8.4k
  Finally, all three of them have time and the ability to get away and share one another.
Tired Soldiers by LibraryMage, obi-wan & ahsoka, 1.4k
  After leaving Malachor, Ahsoka goes to Tatooine to find Obi-Wan.
Caleb the Fool by ambiguously, kanan & ahsoka & luke & leia & hera & depa & cast, 37.6k
  Fourteen years have passed since Anakin Skywalker killed Chancellor Palpatine then fled into sanctuary with his wife. Now the Skywalker twins have come before the Jedi High Council to request training in their powers. This is only the beginning of Caleb’s problems.
Abduction by Mishael, thrawn & eli, 26k
  After the battle of Atollon, just as Thrawn is mourning the absence of a trusted companion, an unexpected opportunity presents itself. But that’s not the only unexpected thing he will have to face.
Patience, Anakin by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, d/s, assassin’s creed fusion, ~1k
  Anakin wants attention and for once he chooses to do it the right way. SW/AC crossover, but you don’t need to know the AC universe.
untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, sugar daddy au, 1.3k
  Anonymous asked: No no no. By all means. Write a sugar daddy! Obi one shot. With sugar baby!ani I’m assuming? Oh dude. Definitely do it
No Regrets by Icsek, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.4k
  Prompt: Give me the au where Padme and Obi-Wan are planning on getting rid of Palpatine but Anakin beats them to it first and everything is okay and nothing hurts and Anakin gets to be happy.
Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 3.2k wip
  Diplomacy is an art that requires years of refinement. Satine doesn’t appreciate Ben’s many failures. Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all.
untitled by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & satine, ~1
  She takes a moment to look at the blue projection of a waiting Jedi padawan before entering her private comm room.
To Find I’m Not Alone + Wrestling the Angels and the Devils in my Head by MorganEilish, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia, 6k
  Padme survived Anakin’s betrayal, faked her death, and fled to the distant corners of the galaxy with Obi Wan to raise her children.
Pillow Fight by Liana-chan, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
  ObiWan is tired. And all he wants to do is go to bed. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong…

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anonymous asked:

Legally speaking, you can't sign away something you yourself don't own right? Mugman clearly objected to the deal before it was even made. Imagine if he actually got off easy because he declined and it's really only Cuphead who gambled his soul away. Mugman just chooses to come with because he wants to help his brother.

See this ended off really cute but I’m very tired I just woke up so the second you got legal with it I couldn’t get the thought of mugman hiring a lawyer and suing both the devil and cuphead out of my head

Big prayer request!

Alright. So, it’s time for me to be open about something that I haven’t mentioned to any of my close Christian friends. I’ve honestly been feeling so ashamed that I was afraid that I’d disappoint them. I’m writing this on here to ask for strength and healing during this time.

Well, here it is.

So, about a month ago my boyfriend, let’s call him Blake,and I broke up. Our break up tore me apart. 1. Because I thought he was the one that God picked out for me, and 2. Because I made some bad decisions in our relationship that I deeply regret. When I was about 12 or 13, I promised myself I’d stay pure until marriage. Now, here I am at 19 and during my relationship with Blake, I had premarital sex with him.

Yes. I know. The Bible says multiple times NOT to do this. Believe me. I’m having a really hard time forgiving myself right now, and I can’t even begin to explain how dirty and worthless I feel. I know what I did was wrong, and I wish that I could take it back. I really really do.

I loved Blake. A lot. So when we ended, I was destroyed. Still am. I didn’t realize it, but in the back of my mind, I had been holding on to the hope that we would get back together. Why? Because things didn’t end badly between us. He wanted to end things because he felt a strain on his relationship with God. He’d felt so before we started dating. I know a lot of you are going to think that this is a lie coming from him, but I know him well enough to know he isn’t lying. He’s never lied to me before, and I know he really cared about me, so I have no reason not to trust him. The other night, we were talking, and I got my heart broken all over again. He had asked me if I found anyone nice. When I told him no, he said “well you will”. He doesn’t want to get back together. So yeah…

The funny thing is, it was actually an answer to prayer. Just not in the way I expected it. I had been praying that he would draw near to God again. He had been drinking once in a while, plus our sexual sin, so I really wanted us to come together in Christ and repent. So in a way, it worked out. He seems to be a lot better, and we’ve been praying for each other. A small shred of me still hopes that we’ll get back together, but I’m really trying to focus on God right now, and not worry about that. Because if it’s really meant to be, God will work it out in His perfect timing.

Right now, all I ask of y'all is to pray hard for me. I’m being heavily attacked by the devil, and he is filling my head with all sorts of bad thoughts about myself. Nasty, worthless, wasted, slut, unforgivable, disgusting, dirty, used. These are all things that have filled my mind, and I really need prayer for strength and self-forgiveness. I would really appreciate lots of prayers right now.

@womanintheword do you think you could spread this for me?

AFTG as That 70s Show Quotes

Neil: Allison, What have I said about comparing Andrew to the devil?

Allison: That its offensive to the devil?


Kevin [ badly hungover]: My head hurts

Andrew: Thats your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.


[ Nicky to Dan, as they watch Renee quarrel with someone ]Whatever happened to Zen?

Dan : After zen ends, ass-kicking begins.


Wymack: Without rules, we all might as well be up in a tree flinging our crap at each other.


[ Nicky reads Andrews elementary school profile ]

Nicky: Andrew is destined to be one of the smartest people…

Andrew: Nice

Nicky: ? In his cell block?


Allison: [After putting makeup on Neil] Oh Neil, you’re prettier than Bowie.

Neil, a conceited little shit: Hell I’m prettier than you.


Neil: Where’s my brown sugar?

Nicky: I’m right here, sweetie pie.


Andrew: It’s amazing what an act of civil disobedience can do for a person.


Neil: Andrew, I love you.

Andrew: I love… Ice-cream.


Dan: Look, the sooner you realize i’m a genius, the better off we’ll both be.


Neil: Threats aren’t going to work, Nicky.

Nicky: Every article you’ll be reading, every nap you’ll be taking, every exy game you’ll be watching, I’ll be there, talking, talking, talking and talking…


Kevin, to the team: Every Fox will be trained in the Kevin Day Way.

Nicky: Oh you mean by undermining their self esteem until they are too weak to fight back?


Matt, after the banquet: Once again, an open bar spells disaster for the Fox Family.


Nicky: Kevin, there are 5 stages of grieving: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.

Kevin: I’ve got 2 stages: Anger and Drinking.


Andrew: You know, I love my family. But sometimes, I just wanna get in my car and run them all over.


Allison, after her car gets destroyed by the ravens: I’m not afraid. There are laws to protect a woman and her car.

Andrew: For instance, the Woman-Car act of 1847.


Nicky: Let’s face it Matt, you’re soft.

Allison: How soft is he, Nicky?

Nicky: Softer than Liberace at the Playboy Mansion.

[brief pause]

Kevin: Yeah. Because he plays Piano…Wait…

[Allison whispers in his ear]

Kevin: OOOH, burn.


Aaron: Well, I’d like to help, but not as much as id like not to.


Nicky, to Allison: God, what did you have for breakfast this morning, Carnation Instant Bitch?


Andrew, to Neil: They should have X- rayed your head at the hospital.

Neil: They did, and for your information, they found nothing.


Andrew: I don’t like him. He’s a liar and sneaky and a runner and an exy junkie. He’s everything that I hate.

Renee: But, Andrew, you hate everything.

Andrew: What’s that supposed to mean?

Renee: Well, it means that maybe you like him ‘cause … I kinda think you do.

Andrew: No! How could I like him? Because I don’t like him! Because I can’t like him! Renee, if I like him, shoot me.

Renee: POW!


Neil: “Hey, I’m Andrew. I don’t feel anything. I’m just a blonde-haired robot.”

Andrew: “Hey, I’m Neil! I use the same voice to imitate everybody!”


Andrew: I don’t love people. I love Maseratis, cigarettes and ice cream, in that order.

Mistaken Identity

When fandoms collide.

The Doctor and Rose pay a visit to a certain club owner after their misadventures on an impossible planet. 

Words: 1565
Ten x Rose, Lucifer x Chloe (Implied)
Ao3


“There’s nothing coming out?” Zach asked anxiously through the intercom as the Doctor and Ida examined the pit they’d found.

“No, no sign of the Beast,” the Doctor confirmed.

“It said Satan,” Rose chimed in like she couldn’t help herself.

“Can’t be,” the Doctor said confidently. “I’ve met him. He runs a nightclub in Los Angeles.”

Later…

“Ah, hello again. It’s ‘Doctor’ now, isn’t it?” 

Rose stared at the charming, handsome man in the really nice suit warily, though the Doctor seemed unconcerned. She couldn’t get the sight of Toby’s red eyes out of her head, and that awful voice… This man’s voice seemed pleasant enough, but there was something…

“Yes,” the Doctor replied, “and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention…”

“Ah, say no more.” The (supposedly real) Devil acquiesced easily, turning to the bar to pour himself a fifth of bourbon. “I can certainly sympathize with harbouring little fondness for one’s given name, after all.” 

He turned back to face them, leaning casually against the bar as he sipped. It was a pose that Rose was used to seeing the Doctor assume in the galley as he waited for tea to steep, but there the similarities ended. The man in front of her exuded inherent danger, like a panther coiled to strike, his smile the filigree on the dagger as it slid between your ribs. 

Opposite him, the Doctor in his ratty plimsolls and worn suit looked painfully out of place on the gleaming dance floor, but he matched the handsome Devil stare for stare, with a presence of his own, not diminished in the slightest by Lucifer’s overwhelming charisma.

“We ran into someone claiming to be you,” the Doctor drawled, shoving his hands in his pockets, his coat twisting around him as he meandered lazily around, ostensibly examining the piano in the centre of the room. Rose stayed where she was, torn between wanting to stay close to the Doctor and not wanting to draw attention to herself. “Krop Tor, round abouts the forty-second century. Know anything about that?”

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Creature Feature Starters

Some phrases are repeated due to the ability of being two separate sentences or one when remaining together or when the rest of a lyric is added onto it

There goes Dr. Sawbones
I have one foot in the grave
The meek shall inherit the Earth
These hands, they shake, I swear I must be cursed
This brain, is aches, any moment it might burst
You get the thirst and it never runs dry
Please don’t be alarmed
I’ve got the heart of a child
I promise to remove it all without a scratch
You have looks to die for and a brain to match
I don’t believe the beauty’s only skin deep
We all amass ghosts of our pasts
We all amass ghosts of our pasts, I display mine under glass
From here on in you shall never age
I have a spot for all my guests
Skin is overrated, can’t you see?
I prefer my friends deceased, disassembled and put on display
Would you prefer to rot and mold?
Spend your last breath all alone
Sit back now, let me tell you a tale
Oh, but I love the worst
Oh, but it felt great
I deserve to be cut and filleted
I am not a bad man
I am not a bad man even though I do bad things
It’s not quite what it seems
Ah Hell, it’s exactly what it seems
Oh, but I love to scoff
I deserve to be quickly put down, rotting six feet underground
When I was ten I used to be pretend to drown in the sea
Such a disgrace
Oh, but I love the taste
Oh, but I love to dwell
He barely survived
Oh, but I love the cries
Here I will lie until the very day I die
I long for a loss of breath
Well, I’m the man who’s used up, washed up, bricked up
Bet the devil my head
Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up
I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries
One by one we bite the dust
One by one we bite the dust, kick the bucket, begin to rust
Well all fall down
You wither away in your resting place
How do you kill what is dead?
I just shoot from the hip, and I aim for the head
If you kill the brain, then you kill the ghoul
This is a test of your strength and your will to survive
Listen to me, save yourself
There is no more room in hell
I will help you understand
Aim for the head
Is this the end of the world, or just the start of the fight?
They have a taste for your flesh
They coming for us now, from beyond the grave
They are coming for us
Can I pose a question?
Is it wrong to have a corpse in my bed?
Save your soul
Heads will roll
This heart, it beats, forever out of time
Pray this is a hellish dream
It was a dark and stormy night
Pins and needles down your spine
Feel the darkness at your door
Be careful or you soon shall find, that this life has long passed you by
Do not let those fiends take you alive
It’s mommy’s little monsters
I can hear them slithering inside the walls
I can hear them shuffling out in the hall
Pray you survive until dawn
There’s a grave robber at large
Curse the day they invented the crematory
What a foolish waste of potential sales
It’s a damn shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else fails
Death is my business and business is good
Desecrate those who rest in peace
In this occupation timing is instrumental ”
A matter of hours can plummet the price
The fact it’s a crime is simply incidental
Freshness is key, nothing else will suffice
Don’t think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary
There is this longing for blood, that I am trying to quench
You’ll be the life of the party, way down at the cemetery
There is spot on my soul, and it will never come clean
There is this flaw in my brain that is far from serene
He’s the perfect picture of a charismatic gentleman
The madness quickly takes control
Pray you never cross his path
Extinction will catch up to you
Don’t worry your head off
There’s always a fate worse than death
You’ll soon be dead as a doornail
You’ll soon be pushing up daisies
Pray you go quietly
Pray you go quietly, quick and not violently
You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
Well now, it seems you’ve been cursed to wander, into the pitch black yonder
Well now, it seems you’ve been cursed to wander
You cannot be saved
Now your body lies in a cold, cold grave
Face the facts, son, you are dead, dead, dead
Well now, it seems you’re off the beaten path, an exiled outcast
Well now, it seems you’re off the beaten path
Well now, it seems you’ve come to a realization, that you’re an abomination
Well now, I really must be on my way
Sit back, don’t fight
Time has come to say your goodbyes ”
Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough, sometimes it definitely cuts too much
Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
My short fuse has turned against me now
I simply must get out of this mad house
Was it me? Am I a wicked man?
Was it me?
Am I a wicked man?
I don’t know how much I can take
Some days it’s tame, doesn’t spill too much blood
Some days it’s crazed and can never get enough
Get me out of this mad house
I’ll die in this mad house
Sometimes the anger’s like a hornet’s nest
Here there be witches
We’re frail
So frail and weak
We’re all just meat
So easily scarred, so easily beat
It doesn’t take much for us to spring a leak
It doesn’t take much to strip us to the bone
It doesn’t take much work to make us croak
Will you die young?
We’re all dying
It doesn’t take much to tear us apart
It doesn’t take much stress to make us crack
It doesn’t take much strength to break our backs
When you meet your maker will you still be in one piece?
No need to worry, we all meet our end someday
With all the fuss, we’ll soon be dust, and then you’ll spill your guts
With all the fuss, we’ll soon be dust
And then you’ll spill your guts
We’re all dying to make it out unscathed
My heart is filled with nails and broken glass
The world will celebrate when I’m gone at last
For soon I will be dead
I was born bad and I will die bad
My birth was a curse
Pour kerosene all over my casket
Do you have a problem with the warm blooded?
When you’re no longer flesh-and-bone, the living still won’t leave you alone
You better heed my warning

Crazy

It’s crazy because I remember being five years old, my mother was 24. She told me my aunts would be living with us for a while, because my grandmother was diseased. So my mother,at age 24, took care of her three sisters as well as my brother and I. She said, “Grandma is sick, so their going to live with us for now”. Sick with some disease called addiction.

It’s crazy because by the time I was 14 my aunts were all adults and moved back home to Cali. I heard my mother crying, and I asked her what was wrong and again, I hear that word “addiction”

It’s crazy because we learned in elementary school the dangers of drugs and we swore we’d never be those people. Drugs are gross, who would throw their life away for that?

It’s crazy because when Mom told me that her sister had become a slave to the very monster that destroyed their family, I use to think, “How could someone watch their parents be that sick and yet still end up addicted to such a horrible thing?”

It’s crazy because by the time I was 16 my grandmother had been clean for 11 years (17 years to this day) but my grandfather had lost his mind. Drug induced schizophrenia. The voices, the shadows… it’s just a side effect…. Well his never went away.

It’s crazy because even with her father talking to the “ghosts” my aunt kept dancing with the devil. At 14 years old she took her first ride on the white horse. And round she went for the next eleven years.

It’s crazy because a year and a half ago, I was reintroduced to my aunt. She moved back here to Fl. To get clean and away from her abusive boyfriend. We became best friends, I let her live with me. We’d drink and do Coke until the sun came up every weekend. She stayed clean, and she stayed in Fl. For the first time in eleven years she seen through sober eyes.

It’s crazy, because the first time I seen the drug up close in person was seven months ago. I knew better, I knew the dangers. But my fiancé was dead, Drowned in his vomit just two days before.

It’s crazy because I tried to hide it from my aunt who was also living with me. But a tweaker knows a tweaker, and she just couldn’t resist. A year had gone by that she’d been sober, and here I was bringing her back to the dark side.

It’s crazy because I was there that night, before he passed. (My fiancé) I left angry with him. Told him I never wanted to see him again.

It’s crazy because that’s the last thing I said to him.

It’s crazy because after knowing all these things, after seeing what Crystal meth did to my family, here I sit. Without the slightest desire to quit.

It’s crazy because I knew what I was doing, I just didn’t care. I remembered them telling us in school how dangerous it was, but I no longer felt the meaning of life, I longed to put myself in danger.

It’s crazy because I have been suicidal before, but suicide is sinful.

It’s crazy because one year ago I would have said I don’t believe in God. Before my late fiancée passed, he’d tell me,“don’t worry, you will be saved” and I’d nod my head just to get him off the subject.

It’s crazy because when I found him dead the morning after I left him, I couldn’t help but feel at fault. His sister said to me, “God has taken him from us, so that the lives of others would be spared”

It’s crazy because since he’s been gone, I find myself praying to a a God I never believed in.

Praying that I find myself. Praying that I shake these demons that I’ve allowed into my life. Praying that I find a sense of peace and clarity. Praying that one day, I will be okay. Because suicide is selfish and sinful he wouldn’t do it. He let the alcohol do the dirty work, he drowned himself in the bottle. Selfish bastard, I miss you so much.

Praying that you made it to heaven, sending all of my love. Praying I don’t suffocate myself in these clouds, but I just can’t seem to get enough. Praying for your friends and family, and praying for my own well being.

Praying I’ll overcome this disease. Praying for a desire to feel again. Praying that one day, I will want to be better, because right now, I’m okay with where I am and it’s not okay.

Praying I can stop this crazy.

1 am

1 AM


It is that time of the day
Science is telling me that it is 1 am
Midnight came and went again
Fairy tales ended before they began

It is that time
When the devils inside my head make their move
when they remind me that my happiness is something I should disapprove

it is 1 am
and like always, my will to live is being tested
I’m torn between 2 don’ts, just like they expected

Don’t live
Don’t die

It is always the donts that can’t be neglected

It is that time again

When I feel that my body isn’t my own
When I feel that my skin isn’t worthy of being shown

It is 1 am

And my eyes rest on an unfamiliar ceiling
Just so they can remind me, that I will never have a roof of my own
I will never find a place I can call home

It is that time again
Where I remember the love story that remains unfinished
Where I remember the happily ever after I can never be living

It is 1 am
And I am calling their names
But no one is answering , it seems like we are playing the silence game

It is that time
Where I hate those who beg for fame
where I hate those who have no shame

it is 1:01 AM

and my lips taste bitter
and my heart has many scenarios to consider

but now I know that there will be a 1:02
that there will be another beginning