Created, not born.

“That pout is proving my point~” He sung with a chuckle, leaning forward to further mock her attempt. “It is a cute pout though as well as that glare. Like a kitten trying to be fearsome, just adorable~” He pulled back after with a delighted hum.

He watched her as she faltered and truly digested his earlier question. She really was conflicted, the poor doll. He could see her struggle clearly with his sharp gaze. He just soaked in the discord second hand he had unleashed on her mind in amusement until her eyes met his with a new determination that made him blink and slightly step back.

His slight fear that he overstepped vanished at her words and he smirked. “Unladylike?” He continued to prompt, his eyes finally flicking down as she licked her lips, they went back up to her eyes after and he noticed a glow that confused him. Not that he had time to ponder as his body was very interested in what was going on and his ears perked at her shaky breathing. He allowed her to grab him and helped her place their foreheads together before feeling her tail.

“I think you want more than that. What is it?” He needed to hear it.

Once she finally admitted it, he grinned and pulled back, only to pick her up and sit her on his desk, he then pulled her into a demanding kiss.

Many thought Alastor was a blushing virgin and while it was...partially true, he had lived in a time of people banning together against the law. He mostly performed and danced at the Speakeasies, but he had his days. Days that had him slamming back drinks and dancing with everyone and anyone. Sometimes he would end up in a booth or in a corner with a flapper and they would make out until both were lightheaded. Sometimes the girls got excited and Alastor, ever the gentleman, couldn’t leave them that way but didn’t dare disrespect them with a fling.

All that is to say; he was very good with his tongue. Of course an oral-fixation helped!

That line of thought could wait until another time.

"I am not a kitten-" Daisy had began to object, though instead of staying on that track, she had smirked and rose her eyebrow at him. "But, how nice, that you think I'm cute.." It seemed like, in the present mood she was in, Daisy was the one being distracted by looking where she probably shouldn't be at this moment. The shake in the exhale she'd given was yet another hint at that, even before she'd been compelled to answer. Before those fateful words had fallen from her lips, and her secret thoughts had been spilled into the air.

Before things had escalated, to a point Daisy had never thought they would. But..had possibly been curious about, on more than one occasion, if she was honest with herself.

Before..the kiss. Oh, that kiss.

Demanding though it might have been, it was also addicting. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced prior to now; being compelled to share her thoughts had nothing to do with how she responded, though. Her tail curling around his waist so much more tightly, her fingers tugging on his shirt as she eagerly returned the kiss and even seemed to lose herself in it, and the way her ears seemed to twitch this way and that...That was all on her own. Physical reactions, it seemed, were separate of the words she spoke when compelled.

"I can make absolutely no promises that I won't." Daisy responded lowly, truth escaping far more easily as she sat on his desk, never having loosened her grip on the demon in front of her. "In fact.. ladylikeness be damned. I know you're usually one for people being polite, but..now that I've gotten one taste of you? I want more." Humming quietly, she brushed her lips against his again, barely ghosting them across, but enough for the contact to feel like fire to her.

"..Care to suspend some formalities.. and indulge me in a little rudeness?" She offered, the strange glow in her eyes almost seeming to convey what she was thinking in this moment, as if a glimpse into the scenes playing out in her head. As she'd said, 'ladylikeness be damned.'

Besides, there were much more interesting things to pay attention to right now, like her shaking breath, her obvious fight with herself, the very slight trembles he was sure she hadn’t even noticed…

He was quite proud of the kiss and how she seemed to lose herself. He was also thankful for her tail squeezing him as it allowed him to not get lost in it as well. He wanted to maintain control through all of this. He could tell she wanted that, someone to take control, the poor woman was practically begging for it at this point and he was more than happy to answer as long as she was willing to play. He did let out a slight huff of annoyance at her pulling his shirt, but didn’t stop or do anything to stop it.

It was just clothes he could fix later and with where this was going they’d be unneeded soon enough anyway.

He wasn’t happy with her refusal to play by his rules, though he allowed her to let her drown herself in her own want more, letting her close to him. He waited a beat after he words before pulling back slightly. “Not up for negotiation.” He said firmly. “You promise no biting or I will find means to keep your mouth occupied.”

He should walk away as she refused to behave as punishment, but he saw the want in her eyes, heard it in her tone. He indulged plenty ladies in life, how could he now deny his queen?

“I don’t believe it is rude to give a woman what she wants.” He responded and kissed her jaw, avoiding her mouth as punishment instead. He trailed kisses down her jaw, then her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arm until he was kneeling. The deer gave her a smirk that put the devil himself to shame as his hands came up, resting on her knees before trailing up to her inner thighs. “Be a doll and give me room to work~” Using his hands, he parted her legs.

And distracted.

"Hmmm.." Slowly pulled free of the truth-giving state she'd been in, Daisy sighed softly, closing her eyes and leaning into each of the kisses placed on her skin. Daisy would have enjoyed at least one more kiss on her lips like the first, but she was certainly not complaining. "I'll remember you said that." she murmured, her eyes following him sharply. She knew he wasn't one to kneel for anyone - this meant whatever he was about to do, was really going to be something.

You may call us “the Dees,” if it so amuses you—

But! Under no circumstances will I be defacing my radio tower with some gaudy, oversized letter “D,” let alone three of them.

And as for your… our?—his nose wrinkled in quiet distaste—darling husband… I assure you, I will be making absolutely no exceptions for Lucifer’s presence in my studio. Some standards must be maintained after all.

At the statement that he wouldn't want the new 'branding' of their trip to sully the outside exterior of his tower, Daisy gasped and rested a hand on her chest in faux indignation. "Why, Alastor, my love!" Yes, she was already pressing buttons like the pint-sized menace she was, to see how far she'd get, right out of the gate.

"Surely, you would not expect that I would ask such a thing of you. Even though to do so, would be to point out the very important fact that part of the reason I chose this little nickname for the three of us, is that it is an obvious jab at those tasteless three over in the entertainment district," Daisy stated, whether it was to get what she wanted or not, remained to be seen. In all truthfulness, she saw his point. It would be tacky, which was why she wasn't actually pushing - if it were taken that way and he were to suddenly 'change his mind,' that would simply be further entertaining to her.

In honesty, she liked his tower as it was, though, so she was hoping it would stay the way it was. Which contradicted what it seemed like she was angling for, but she had to keep people guessing, after all.

Her demeanor shifted slightly at the little nose scrunch he gave. She found it adorable, but knew better than to say so. It was one of the little, simple things she enjoyed about him - but intelligently kept to herself. Instead, she laughed, shaking her head.

"I did not expect that you would be allowing our royal duckling to cross your path if you did not have to," she digressed. "Likewise, I assume he will not want to share his apple tower with you, either.." she sighed, in a falsely dramatic tone, though one that suggested she already had an idea of how to "remedy" that. And she did. A few different ideas, actually.

But, before she was going to share them, she simply hummed.

"Say, darling? Do you think it would have the same effect on that old rival of yours, if we were to put some form of symbol of our.."arrangement," as you called it, on Lucifer's apple tower, instead?" She looked over, tapping her chin coyly. Part of this agreement would be that both of them would have to put up with her ruffling their feathers from time to time. And, at least until such a time as Lucifer showed up...it was Alastor's turn right now.

Alastor let out a boisterous laugh, a touch too sharp, too bright.

“Of course not, my sweet. Such a petty display is hardly befitting you.”

Daisy was a handful. Naturally. A being created from himself and Lucifer could hardly be anything else but a delightful little menace. Her mischievous streak—most certainly inherited from him—was amusing, most of the time. Unfortunately, she had also inherited Lucifer’s tendency to find satisfaction in going low. Given Lucifer’s rather... diminutive stature, he scarcely needed to stoop. Daisy, on the other hand, he had hoped, would rise above such petty antics.

A bright laugh cut through his musings.

Alastor smiled, catching only the tail end of her chatter.

Well, at least her expectations were reasonable.

Begrudging coexistence was all she would get from him where Lucifer was concerned… and even that was being generous.

“Well! I’m glad that’s settled.” He clapped his hands together in mock finality and turned toward his desk, preparing to pore over notes for the morrow’s broadcast.

A hum. His ears flicked.

Old Rival...

He halted mid-stride. A soft burst of radio static crackled from him as he turned to the window of his radio tower. That obnoxious, gaudy tower stared back at him in the distance.

What an eyesore.

“Vox thrives on attention… You’d only be giving him exactly what he so desperately craves with such a display.”

Meeting his reflection in the glass, he ensured his usual wide grin was firmly in place before glancing back over his shoulder.

"I never thought in all my days I'd be saying this.. butttt I kinda agree with the bellhop over there."

Lucifer leaned over her shoulder and made a point to kiss her cheek, hoping it'd somehow make Alastor jealous - only to be disappointed when he didn't think he was looking. Bouncing back from this in an instant, or, so it seemed he continued on.

“Oh, why, a respite from you, of course!” he chimed, voice occasionally popping with radio static. Manifesting his staff in his grasp, he pressed the microphone to Lucifer’s forehead and gave a firm shove. “Perhaps if you possessed even the slightest respect for boundaries, such drastic measures would prove unnecessary.”

Lowering his staff, he rested both hands atop it, watching with faint amusement as Daisy scolded the King like the misbehaving child he so clearly resembled.

He quirked his head as Lucifer fell silent, seemingly struggling to process Daisy’s choice of words. Grin twitching, Alastor bit back a cackle.

Oh, this would be delightful.

"...When I.." he side-glared Alastor. "Shut up!" huffing, he turned to Daisy again, though he had pointedly not..gotten up yet. It was odd. He should have gotten up by now - sprung up, in fact, but he hadn't.

V.1 with glow & V. 2 without.

I thought this would be cute and kind of funny, please don't look too much into it on Vox's part. XD

“You should use a coaster”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense, my dear,” he chirped as she slid in beside him. “No one’s arguing. Your darling husband…”

A sharp sidelong glance flicked toward Lucifer. “…was merely reminding me to use a coaster. Wouldn’t want to stain the furniture now, would we, Lu~?”

// If Alastor had a nickel for every time he ended up as a mostly unwilling third in a polycule, he’d have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice./j

"Good morning, Alastor." Daisy returned, looking at the king again, and then - perhaps pointedly - leaning closer to Alastor and even placing her head on his shoulder. It was 'be a petty little menace o'clock' again, it seemed.

"As much as I would very much like to believe that.. given that one of my favorite dresses was just used as an impromptu coaster.." Daisy folded her arms. "I'm sorry, but.. I don't." She paused, then looked up at Alastor, further getting comfortable beside him. And laying it on extraaaa thick, by batting her long eyelashes at him.

"You wouldn't use my clothes for a drink cloth, now.. would you?"

{ Oh, how I love that meme for this. XD

And YES!! I actually do! DuckieDollDeer (affectionately shortened to the Dees) or possibly RoyalRadioDoll? :D

"Special..?" The king scratched his head, his hat tilting to the side as he did so. "But there wasn't much to it, and...oh.." He hasn't seen things like that in so long, it just hadn't registered at the time. Now he felt ridiculous. Again.

"...It was a special dress, Lucifer." Daisy crossed her arms and turned her head, her cheeks flushing as her ears folded back.

{ @demonxdoll }

bscly, anything from like expensive fashion stores, or like y2k doll fashion dresses... tho I spse ur very familiar w/ tht

「 TROUBLE-MAKER PROMPTS 」 ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 𑣲𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Change as needed. Includes both dialogue and action prompts. A collection of prompts for muses who are trouble-makers or just want to tease a little.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

･ “ Oh, now you show up? ”

･ “ What? It was funny! ”

･ “ Uh, you're welcome by the way. ”

･ “ You should've seen your face! ”

･ “ I didn't do anything! ”

･ “ I regret nothing. ”

･ “ You're laughing, I win! ”

･ “ You love this, admit it. ”

･ “ Technically. I was helping. ”

･ “ I thought you could handle it. ”

･ “ What are you, [ a coward / chicken ]? ”

･ “ Don't look so surprised. ”

･ “ You're just being dramatic. ”

･ “ Your reaction was so worth it. ”

･ “ You'll forgive me eventually. ”

･ “ Okay, but it was funny. ”

･ “ I was going to warn you. ”

･ “ You barely managed that. ”

･ “ Okay, okay... I'll fix it... eventually. ”

･ “ I'm sure you won't fall for it next time. ”

ACTION PROMPTS.

Add “ 🔁 ” to switch the sender and receiver in the interaction.

･ The sender hides something from the receiver.

･ The sender sneaks up behind the receiver.

･ The sender unexpectedly pokes the receiver.

･ The sender gives the receiver a cheeky grin.

･ The sender taps the receiver when they're not looking, then looks away.

･ The sender [ holds / moves ] something just out of the receiver's reach.

･ The sender blocks the receiver's path.

･ The sender flicks the receiver.

･ The sender snoops on what the receiver is doing.

･ The sender purposefully bumps into the receiver.

･ The sender takes the receiver's seat.

･ The sender drags the receiver along.

･ The sender imitates the receiver.

･ The sender pulls a harmless prank on the receiver.

･ The sender hides behind something to startle the receiver.

･ The sender glances at the receiver, trying not to laugh.

･ The sender blocks the receiver's view.

･ The sender trips the receiver.

･ The sender tries to distract the receiver from something important.

･ The sender disrupts the receiver's routine.

･ The sender follows instructions from the receiver incorrectly on purpose.

･ The sender tugs on the receiver's sleeve.

･ The sender sticks their tongue out at the receiver.

･ The sender does a rude gesture at the receiver.

･ The sender passes the receiver a rude note.

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

Domestic Bickering Sentences, Vol. 7

(Sentences for problems - big, small, serious, and light - between muses in a relationship. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You are such a stubborn man!"

"Why must you remain so exasperatingly contrary?"

"You're no fun anymore!"

"I'd really much prefer that we didn't start this week with a row on your doorstep!"

"Are you just going to fuss over me all day?"

"Did somebody once tell you that scolding was an attractive quality? Because it's not."

"Why are you being more rude than normal?"

"Is that your version of an apology?"

"I assume you're here to apologise?"

"How long are you going to keep up this wounded silence?"

"Would you stop behaving like you're the only person being affected by this?"

"I'm not a piece of meat put on this earth for your gratification!"

"I told you this was a stupid thing to do!"

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

"For the record, that was the worst apology I've ever received."

"Pour me a drink. Arguing with you always makes me thirsty."

"Telling me that you love me isn't the same as showing me."

"What the bloody hell was all that about?"

"This is so unnecessary. Just talk to me."

"What did you just do?"

"You're always so angry with me!"

"Is this conversation actually useful?"

"Why do you have to disagree with everything I say?"

"That was a very stupid thing to do! What were you trying to prove?"

"When were you going to tell me? Did you think people weren't going to notice?"

"Don't lecture me! I'm sick, and I'm tired, and I don't need it right now!"

"You are such a narcissist!"

"We're not actually going to discuss this, are we?"

"Just for one day, can you not be such a massive dick?"

"You're never happy unless you're moaning, and even then you're not best pleased!"

"I'd thank you if I wasn't so mad at you."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Why can't you just leave things alone?"

"Can we eat now, or do we have to wait until the arguing is over?"

"Just what kind of slut do you think I am?"

"Don't be such a big drama queen!"

"When you said you were going to do dinner, I hadn't realised that you were just going to order in a couple of pizzas."

"Now you're just being petty!"

"You're doing that thing you do. The thing where you disagree just to be disagreeable."

You may call us “the Dees,” if it so amuses you—

But! Under no circumstances will I be defacing my radio tower with some gaudy, oversized letter “D,” let alone three of them.

And as for your… our?—his nose wrinkled in quiet distaste—darling husband… I assure you, I will be making absolutely no exceptions for Lucifer’s presence in my studio. Some standards must be maintained after all.

At the statement that he wouldn't want the new 'branding' of their trip to sully the outside exterior of his tower, Daisy gasped and rested a hand on her chest in faux indignation. "Why, Alastor, my love!" Yes, she was already pressing buttons like the pint-sized menace she was, to see how far she'd get, right out of the gate.

"Surely, you would not expect that I would ask such a thing of you. Even though to do so, would be to point out the very important fact that part of the reason I chose this little nickname for the three of us, is that it is an obvious jab at those tasteless three over in the entertainment district," Daisy stated, whether it was to get what she wanted or not, remained to be seen. In all truthfulness, she saw his point. It would be tacky, which was why she wasn't actually pushing - if it were taken that way and he were to suddenly 'change his mind,' that would simply be further entertaining to her.

In honesty, she liked his tower as it was, though, so she was hoping it would stay the way it was. Which contradicted what it seemed like she was angling for, but she had to keep people guessing, after all.

Her demeanor shifted slightly at the little nose scrunch he gave. She found it adorable, but knew better than to say so. It was one of the little, simple things she enjoyed about him - but intelligently kept to herself. Instead, she laughed, shaking her head.

"I did not expect that you would be allowing our royal duckling to cross your path if you did not have to," she digressed. "Likewise, I assume he will not want to share his apple tower with you, either.." she sighed, in a falsely dramatic tone, though one that suggested she already had an idea of how to "remedy" that. And she did. A few different ideas, actually.

But, before she was going to share them, she simply hummed.

"Say, darling? Do you think it would have the same effect on that old rival of yours, if we were to put some form of symbol of our.."arrangement," as you called it, on Lucifer's apple tower, instead?" She looked over, tapping her chin coyly. Part of this agreement would be that both of them would have to put up with her ruffling their feathers from time to time. And, at least until such a time as Lucifer showed up...it was Alastor's turn right now.

Alastor let out a boisterous laugh, a touch too sharp, too bright.

“Of course not, my sweet. Such a petty display is hardly befitting you.”

Daisy was a handful. Naturally. A being created from himself and Lucifer could hardly be anything else but a delightful little menace. Her mischievous streak—most certainly inherited from him—was amusing, most of the time. Unfortunately, she had also inherited Lucifer’s tendency to find satisfaction in going low. Given Lucifer’s rather... diminutive stature, he scarcely needed to stoop. Daisy, on the other hand, he had hoped, would rise above such petty antics.

A bright laugh cut through his musings.

Alastor smiled, catching only the tail end of her chatter.

Well, at least her expectations were reasonable.

Begrudging coexistence was all she would get from him where Lucifer was concerned… and even that was being generous.

“Well! I’m glad that’s settled.” He clapped his hands together in mock finality and turned toward his desk, preparing to pore over notes for the morrow’s broadcast.

A hum. His ears flicked.

Old Rival...

He halted mid-stride. A soft burst of radio static crackled from him as he turned to the window of his radio tower. That obnoxious, gaudy tower stared back at him in the distance.

What an eyesore.

“Vox thrives on attention… You’d only be giving him exactly what he so desperately craves with such a display.”

Meeting his reflection in the glass, he ensured his usual wide grin was firmly in place before glancing back over his shoulder.

"I never thought in all my days I'd be saying this.. butttt I kinda agree with the bellhop over there."

Lucifer leaned over her shoulder and made a point to kiss her cheek, hoping it'd somehow make Alastor jealous - only to be disappointed when he didn't think he was looking. Bouncing back from this in an instant, or, so it seemed he continued on.