i'm a bad guy

[demcnics]

@ravensflutter​

“no.” he tosses the item before moving on down the pile. “nope.” he tosses that too. “notta that one.” it’s a picture of some kids from probably twenty years ago. he moves down the pile muttering and mumbling about, not caring where the pictures end up. zeke’s making a mess and hes supposes he wants to. wants them to know someone’s been there, looking at their shit. it’s a big house, the manor, and he’s got plenty of rooms to go. he’s only just started on the living room when he hears footsteps behind him. he should be afraid but he’s not. he’s got more protection these days than fort knox. “don’t mind me. just looking for something.” it’s as ease as someone doing shopping, telling the worker they’ll get it without them.

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VERONICA.

“Stop doing what, going to my friends house or taking this route home?”She asked a small laugh escaping from her lips as she did. 

well this one was gonna be harder than he thought. “take a wild guess. demons love this alley.” he peers down at her with raised eyebrows. he can sense she’s not one of his and there’s something a bit . . . pure . . . about her. if not naive. “don’t want you to get hurt.”

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MICHAEL.

“ i got this gift for free. from a really nice man with a painted face and funny hair. ” does he know what to do with it? NO. does it matter? NO. he was given something by a stranger in the street. it seems like a nice gesture. and, well, he thinks everyone needs a bit of this. “ if you want one, i’m sure he still has some left. ”

who in the hell was this guy? the only irony spanning from the fact that he’s so far from heaven . . . “typically when someone gives you a gift it’s free unless you’re sugar daddy number three. that guy was handsy.” but still, he got what he needed in the end so it was worth it he’d guess. “is he selling that happy juice of yours because i could use some.”

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PEYTON. @ofhazyshades​

“well that doesn’t look like yours.” he didn’t look murderous, no reason to get violent as of yet. still she was curious about the sight before her. “do this often? the whole beating up priests thing?” not that she was all too religious, but still. 

the voice so obviously catches his attention and he turns. little do they know it’s a family reunion so many years in the making. “well it isn’t but it’s certainly not his.” because he has it now? no, because the object’s been stolen so many times no one actually knows whose it is. zeke flames it back to his place with the flick of his hand which leaves him standing in a church, priest beaten up and in front of a girl who . . . who knows? spies? “we’re old friends between golf and knitting time i promise. he’s done me worse with the whole trying to exorcise me thing. sometimes you just gotta take a step back and consider that some people are just dicks.” 

not possessed.

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COOP.

“I just love the holiday season, don’t you? The snow, the lights, the decorations…it’s all so romantic! It just screams love, doesn’t it?” Coop was addressing the person that happened to be standing next to him. Maybe a potential charge? Someone he was supposed to help find love? Certainly that wouldn’t be so hard in a city like this where so many magical creatures were stuck. 

he knows the other isn’t a demon. demons don’t go running around spreading christmas cheer and talking about love. gag me with a fork, he thinks. who needs love when you’ve got drugs, power and the chance to destroy the charmed ones and their children? he’s got everything he needs. “i’m gonna need you to fuck off and take a step back, mr. love man.” he’s not aware that this is some version of a step father but he doesn’t care. “don’t infect me with that disease.”

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HAYLEY.

      SHE’S PRETTY SURE HE WAS DROPPED ON HIS HEAD. at least twice as a baby and at least six times within the last twenty four hours but who’s counting? “i think you’re an idiot.” and there’s a part of her that’s convinced he knows that. “if you’d like actual food i can buy you some. otherwise i’m shutting the lid and leaving you in there.” but in again, HE’D PROBABLY LIKE THAT A BIT TOO MUCH for her liking.

hmpf. free food vs. a good nap? he thinks about it for only a minute before he decides what he wants. “make it thai food and you’ve got yourself a done dealio.” zeke springs himself free and jumps out of the dumpster with ease. he’s surprisingly springy. “i’m zeke.”

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VERONICA.

Veronica couldn’t help but let a gentle laugh escape from her lips. “No you are not in my house. I’m just on my way home from visiting a friend, this is the way I normally come when coming back from theirs.”

“oh,” part of him wanted her to say yes but that doesn’t stop him. he flames from the dumpster to appear in front of her. “you should probably, i don’t know, stop doing that.”

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BABESIA.

“it is a bit….” okay, who was he to judge? “nevermind.” if you haven’t eaten food from the floor, put your finger down. sure, this was the TRASH CAN-- there were some similarities though. “what are you doing there?” 

his eyebrows raise and he waits with a dubious expression. “it’s a bit what?” but the guy reconsiders his choice in words and he’s almost disappointed. he knows he should consider just jumping out of the dumpster but he disappears in flames and reappears in front the guy. he’s got maybe two inches on him but there’s only one source of all evil and he knows who that is. “what’s it to ya? can’t a guy just eat dinner without judgment these days?”

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HAYLEY.

      SHE DIDN’T ACTUALLY CARE but the guy was a slob. each bite he took and each word he spoke, he sprayed the contents of the donut at her. if anything she’s at least curious. “whatcha doin’ trash panda? i thought you were nocturnal.”

oh, she’s cute. real cute. if she was sitting in a windowsill waiting to be adopted he might stop and consider it. “i am but i figured how am i gonna see the milfs and the thots if i’m asleep? i’m just looking out for myself.” truth be told he’s tired of that little voice in his head telling him what a mistake he’s making -- and it only comes when he’s alone as it would for anyone. no, wait, it’s there again but he’s choosing not to listen. this is part of his plan believe it or not, to act like an idiot because if you act threatening and malicious you get nowhere. he’s learned. his fellow demons have not which is a shame because he’s already lost ten today. when will they listen? quite possibly never or at least until he kills the witch side of him. soon, he thinks.

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HALEEMA.

      DESPITE HER DISGUST, HER EXPRESSION WAS PLAYFUL.the stranger was gross but she’s not going to judge… too much anyway. “you’re an idiot, chico. get out of the dumpster and i’ll buy you something fresh to eat instead.”

it’s not a good donut. it’s not even close to being fresh and he’s pretty sure he had bit around where a rat had been munching on. oh well right? he’s dedicated to playing the role. “mi heroina, this donut tastes like shit.” he decides before biting into it like he’s forgotten then proceeding to spite it out. “i’m zeke but you can call me dumpster king.”

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VERONICA.

“Well, good to see that somebody doesn’t waste food around here. Does it taste good?”She asked with a small smile.

he could swear she smells SWEET as if a walking, talking sugar cookie. probably some bath & body soap. memo to me, memo to me -- buy some later. “it’s no evening in paris but it’ll do.” a swift chuckle, eyes scanning the figure just outside of the dumpster. “what brings you this way?” surely not to find him in a dumpster or seek out some innocent little thing. he doesn’t smell that, he feels it. this being is good. yippie, fuck him sideways. “am i in your house?”

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“you know what?” he gives in and sighs, raising the donut he had found just ripe for the taking. “it is absolutely disgusting . . . wasting such good food! those bastards.”

[roguemagpies]

Do these two know how much pain they're causing me with that hair?

[teteminnikoo]

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The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, 2000

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Ghost World, 2001

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Clueless, 1995