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misterquickwitted:
âTadashi? Alright, I can work with that.â Tuckerâs still processing things. Because this is⌠a lot. Bound to a demon for life takes some adjustments. Heâs still not totally sure that this isnât some weird dream. It feels kind of like one. Maybe he should pinch himself.
âIâm Tucker, but uh⌠my first nameâs Lavernius. Most people just call me Tucker though,â he says, shrugging. He turns, hesitating for a second before awkwardly trailing after him, perching on the edge of the couch. âUh⌠I dunno. I was just kinda cleaning shit, but we could go and do something if you want. I didnât really have anything planned.â
No plans? That made him grin. Tadashi stretches more before sitting up. âWell, Lavernius,â he starts with a snap of his fingers and a chest appears in front hof himself, âput something on for a club.â He opens the chest, digging through the clothes that were inside of it. âMight as well go out and enjoy the night!â
The demon pulls the shirt off and begins to get dressed in a bit of skimpy clothing, but enough to cover things like his chest and groin up. Seeming to not really care if Tucker watched him get dressed, though he gave a smirk when he saw him still there.
misterquickwitted:
âOh⌠well fuck.â Honestly, Tucker doesnât know a whole lot about demons. If someone had told him yesterday heâd accidentally end up summoning one, he would have laughed in their face. His eyes flick to the cut on his hand. Apparently that had been enough to do it. Well, at least now he knows.
The demon is suddenly very much in his space and he doesnât know what the hell to do about that. His hands awkwardly hover in the air, the urge to touch seeping into his veins. He swallows thickly, glancing about the room, trying not to stare. âAnd⌠thereâs no way out of that?â
He bites at the inside of his lip, thinking. âUh, you got a name or something I can call you, dude?â
If theyâre bound for life, they should probably at least make some sort of introduction.
Now came the choice of whether he tell his real name or not. A low hum in his throat as he slowly lets go of Tuckerâs leg and backs up. âYou may call me Tadashi.â The demon pushes past him and lays himself on the couch, stretching out. âWhat about you?â Talons start to dig into the fabric of the couchâs armrest, a light tear can be heard.
âAlso what are our plans for today?â He already seems bored of just being here.
misterquickwitted:
âI activated a what now?â Okay, no more letting Caboose draw on his floor unsupervised, fucking hell. Tuckerâs eyes flit to the still smudged circle, squinting at the symbols. They do look⌠a little demonic now that he gives them a better look. Still, this is fucking weird. And that âyour death is my way backâ thing is kinda worrying.
âHey, itâs the best I can do okayâwhat come back?â He rushes after the demon, coming to a stop in the doorway, just in time to get way more of an eye full than he was expecting. Quickly, Tucker fixes his gaze on the ceiling. Perving on an accidentally summoned demon is probably bad manners. He risks a glance over, finding the demon wearing one of his shirts.
âUh, yeah, help yourself, I guess. So wait, just hold on a sec here. What did you mean by that⌠my death frees you thing?â
Looks back at Tucker, who stood in the doorway, a chuckle escapes him as he turns around to face him. Though he steps closer till he is up against the human. âA blood pact bounds the summoner and demon till the death of the summoner.â He explains while pressing a hand to his chest and his talon foot wrapping around his calf in a loose grip.
It is fairly hard to not succumb to his own demonic desires, being an incubus was sometimes a struggle when it came to being around mortals. So easy to lure in and taint. Leathery tail uncurling from around his own waist and swaying slowly. âIn other words, you are mine till death parts us.â
misterquickwitted:
This is still beyond strange. What the hell even is this guy? The wings are kinda cool though, Tucker almost wants to reach out to try to touch them, but⌠those talons look pretty nasty and the last thing he needs is to end up on the wrong side of them.
Tucker slowly gets up, though he still keeps his distance, regarding the demon warily. âWhat? You mean you canât just⌠like leave or whatever? I wasnât trying to call youâsummon you, whatever it is. I just bled on this weird scribbly shit.â
A soft scoff leaves the demonâs lips as he gets off the counter, moving around the place, getting somewhat familiar with it. âNo. You activated a blood pact, which is why I wasnât summoned till now and also why I cannot just leave. Your death is my way back.â He explains, not bothering going into big details.
Rolling his shoulders a bit as his wings sink into his back, disappearing into his flesh. âMm, your place is small.â Looks over his shoulder at the other, sizing him up and down. He moves into the bedroom and casually begins looking through the clothing there. Grabbing a shirt and setting it on the bed; slowly pulling off the lewd clothing he was wearing and pulls the shirt on. Snapping his fingers, the clothes he took off suddenly disappearing from thin air.
âAt least your shirts are soft..â
misterquickwitted:
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Eyes going wide, Tucker scrambles back. âHoly shit.â
He had been in the middle of trying to clean Cabooseâs weird drawing off the floor when he had accidentally cut himself on a bit of broken glass, likely from something one of his friends had broken earlier. A few drops of blood had landed in the middle of a half smudged circle of bizarre symbols. Tucker had figured it was just some of Cabooseâs usual nonsense.
Apparently not. Although he still has no idea what the hell that was. âUh⌠youâre in my shitty apartment,â he says a little uncertainly. âBut I didnât summon you, dude⌠well, okay, I guess I did, but⌠not on purposeâŚâ
Bright eyes stared out the window, teeth bared as he stared down at the street. Humans. Disgusting. He quickly turned, talons scratching the floor, leaving marks as he moved back over to the man. âAre you..â He stared at disbelief for a moment before he saw the clueless look in his eyes. âDamnit. This is not how I want to spend the next years of my life. Here with.. Mortals.â He practically spits the the word.
But he moves and takes a seat on the counter, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other, wings tucked close to his back. âGuess this shitty apartment is now, our shitty apartment.â
âHell Yeah!â
17. My muse is a demon your muse accidentally summoned
A swirl of fire erupted from the floor with a bright light, a strange portal opening with someone rising up. Once fully out the portal closed. The fire dispersed with bright crimson feathered wings stretching out with a small gust of wind. Talon feet, oddly bent legs, pale skin with a strange tint, blonde hair with a faint red shimmer touching shoulders and bright green eyes staring daggers at the man who sat on the floor.
The demon said nothing for a long while before finally speaking out. âWhy have you summoned me? Where am I?â Now he was glancing around his surroundings, trying to take it all in. Talons scrapping against the wood flooring beneath them.
Send Me âHell Yeah!â for a Random Demon AU
My muse is a fire demon
My muse is a water demon
My muse is an earth demon
My muse is an air demon
My muse is an energy demon
My muse is a time demon
My muse is a dark demon
My muse is a light demon
My muse is the King/Queen of demons
My muse is the Prince/Princess of demons
My muse is a noble demon
My muse is a fallen angel
My muse is a newborn demon
My muse is a demon of misfortune
My muse is a demon sent to harass yours
My muse is a demon sent to take your museâs soul
My muse is a demon your muse accidentally summoned
My muse is a demon disguised as an angel
My muse is a demon disguised as a god
My muse is a demon who is trying to be accepted in heaven
My muse is a demon trying to blend in on earth
My muse is an incubus/succubus
My muse is a demon rebelling against Hell
My muse is a demon trying to take over Hell
My muse is a demon turned human as punishment
Munâs choice.
Roll again except âmy museâ is replaced with âyour museâ
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