WE'RE JUST HITCHING A RIDE.

I KNOW WRONG, I KNOW RIGHT. BUT I JUST LOVE TO PICK A FIGHT

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tagged by: @beheadedtm tagging: uh. thief it

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"kinda hard to fit in when you got somethin' weird everyone can see." is he talking about the orange hidden behind dark lenses or the demon's tail? maybe both. the shifter is behaving ——— maybe even being a little wary. distance is given, space respected. demons are above his paygrade but sometimes they turn out to be interesting and he could use a little interesting. right? sure. maybe. "i don't really try, anymore, but for a long time it was all that i really wanted. now i'm just me"

          demon doesn’t even grace the cryptid with a glance from where he’s sat on the ground leaning back against the park bench on the far end to his new… companion. well, he supposes this will be his companion until he either bores wade or drive the other away with his… unfortunate lack of manners. conventional manners, anyway. 

           a long, slow drag is taken of the rolled cigarette between thumb and forefinger, lips popping dramatically as lucien tilts his head back to exhale. people nowadays were so fickle toward this particular habit. can’t do it indoors, can’t smoke around pets, nowhere near children… more and more rules appeared as the years went on. for once, he was getting disapproving looks for something other than bright orange eyes and black tail he never bothered to hide. why would he? no one stuck around long enough or dared bother him once they saw scarred knuckles and puckered flesh at his throat. 

          for lucien, he supposes that standing out was part of his shield. if he could put people off before he even met them then he was already a mile ahead of the game. he could keep nuisances like emotions at bay in order to just... get on with his life. however much of a life that was when he’s going on 200 years without any kind of... meaningful connection. not that the demon minded, of course not. he kept it that way for a reason - even if that reason had long since lost it’s appeal and/or any memory of said reason. 

          “four hundred and thirteen years of living like this in this body with the tail and these eyes and the sharp teeth no one seems to miss, fitting in gets boring. why try to be something you are not?” the bottom line here is that lucien doesn’t do fitting in. never did. not even when he was a demon in his own right and not trapped in a below par human’s body with no way of escape - not even death by holy water or any of the usual shit that demons were usually so scared of. well, they hurt. that much is obvious. but does holy water kill a human? not unless you drown them in it. 

           a shrug. finally, a glance offered toward wade beside him even while being kept at an arms length. “if you were looking for my advice, you would have asked me how to fit in. i suspect you just want someone who understands, non?” a pause, tapping ash to the ground and watching the embers die out amongst the damp grass while tail flicks beside him, black fur at the tip shaking dew from it absently. “being you is all you can really do, mon amie - i suggest you try it sometime.” // @shiftingtm

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          lucien smokes! not really for any reason other than his vessel smoked before he was trapped inside it and he doesn’t really care to force his body to stop. it’s not going to kill him at the end of the day and he actually feeds off of the calming qualities of having a repetitive action/habit that smoking has on his vessel. 

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“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ”

          usually, lucien would counter with the fact that he’s a demon. he doesn’t get drunk, nor does he do happy. but these are different times. this is a different body. a human body that begs for the care that he neglects to offer it. a body that can’t withstand a punch. one that needs trivial things like sleep, food and water. it even tells him that he needs to indulge in... matters of the flesh. long story short? lucien doesn’t tell felix anything of the sort - doesn’t try to feign indifference or even go straight to irritation like most things with the fox lead to.

          rather, the demon is glancing sideways at his... companion before scarred hand shifts to take up the glass offered toward him with a sigh. one that fills splintered ribcage for a long, aching moment before passing sharpened teeth and chapped lips. bright hues close and the concoction is tipped back in one. burn in the demon’s throat is distant. like he’s watching someone else experience it rather than necking the alcohol himself. maybe another one would feel better. maybe he’d feel the next one. really feel it. 

           that’s if this body lasts that long. 

           “you had better keep these coming, then, renard--” // @fellfoxe

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———  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 !  

name!    nev/vale pronouns!    she/her zodiac sign!   aries taken or single!   (somehow) taken

———  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 !  

1!  i recycle ocs a lot 2!  i have two tattoos atm but the collection is gonna grow soon uwu (also five piercings) 3!  i wrestle horses for a living

———  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

platforms used! i started out writing on warrior cats rpg forums when i was like 12? then i moved to deviantart and focused on my drawing ability before switching back to writing three or four years after that when i was 16/17? idk numbers go over my head but i moved to tunglr to rp the one muse ive been able to stick to for any amount of time in qr.ow bran.we.n from r.w.by! i just. love writing even if i don’t really have a direction for it at this point u kno

———  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 !  

female or male!   i tend to lean towards male/male presenting muses but really im not picky least favorite face(s)!    uhhh i don’t really have a least favourite type its more just what works for my imagination of my muses  multi or single!  i mostly have single muse blogs but i have a multi that im.... working on.... very slowly fluff / angst / smut!   whatever u want im there plot / memes! god i love plotting and writing out plotted threads and getting ic asks like... god the feeling when someone sends u an ic ask is just. the best idk man it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside

tagged by! @beheadedtm tagging! idk who’s done this or not so just. thief it

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          GUESS I’M CONTAGIOUS, IT’D BE SAFEST IF YOU RAN. FUCK, THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL JUST END UP DOING IN THE END // fandomless demon oc, summoned by nev

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          im gonna try and be here tonight for a bit so. send me things, ask me questions about lucien i wanna ramble hjgfhj

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there’s 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍’ a-comin’ and it burns beyond the grave. lead inside my belly ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ——— o 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒!! HOW DID YOUR DEBTS GET PAID?🔪 a soulless, previously headless, hunter barely controlled by sunny. 

[crviis-a]

                     “and i can hardly get myself out of her bed–                                  for fear of never lying in this bed again.                                        oh christ, i’m not that desperate. oh no –                                                                                                            oh god.                                                                                                                        …i am.”

                       indie/private/canon divergent qrow branwen rp. as flown by nev

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          it’s munday so... have two nevs uwu

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          aight!!!! nevs are goin to sleep before her bed time like a good nev.... see ya dudes

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fellfoxe.

         he hums a pleased little sounds in response to the demon’s words, lips curling into a wry smile just before he tips his head to bite the crook of his neck. tongue laves over the spot as soon as he’s finished, kisses laid against his neck and shoulder wherever the fox can reach, one hand creeping further up beneath his shirt while the other dips down to palm at his crotch through his pants, shameless.

        “oh, i wish you could, babe,” the redhead purrs, breath catching in his throat immediately after as fingers grip wild hair tight, “in more than just a corporeal sense, anyway. but you’d get awfully bored then, wouldn’t you?”

          “maybe so,” words grind to a halt as teeth hit his skin, breathy noises tumbling from the demon’s lips as kisses scatter across his back. hips jerk a little at the hand against his crotch, teeth burying themselves in his own bottom lip in an attempt to stunt the reaction from his body. control slips a little in situations like these. slips and slides for felix and only felix. lucien hates it. hates every second of it in a way that means he can’t get enough of it. “but it would be worth it, renard--”

          he’s pulling at the hair in his hand, the other finding felix’s hand at his groin and encouraging, asking for more without even realising it. “if it would shut you up.” at least, until he’s all but grinding up against felix’s hand conveniently held in place by his own. damnit.

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“YOU GET ONE HOUR.   anything happens in here, stays in here. oh, and payment’s up front.”   |   @excieotm liked for a sinday starter

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          there’s a soft sigh from chapped lips at the mention of payment. he’s not an idiot, he’s done this before. he just. isn’t that liquid right now. “i... do not have any money... currently.”

[earthborntm-deactivated20210916]

@excieotm it’s SINDAY.

A room full of breathy sounds and clothes strewn about makeup the mess that Ezekiel’s bedroom had become since Lucien had stormed his way in. Said demon is currently settled on his lip, sans a shirt and nearly DEVOURING the blond’s mouth in a greedy kiss. Hands had settled over the smaller man’s back, keeping them close as hips slowly met–lazily grinding together as Ezekiel pulled from that tantalizing kiss.

“You want this, Lucien?”

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          "what i want--” voice is broken up as he kisses and licks down into zeke’s mouth, voice hitching as he’s pulled in close - their hips grinding together dragging a breathy noise from the demon’s throat. words are forgotten in place of hands fisting in his company’s hair, pulling at the back of it in an attempt to force zeke’s head back and his chin up. tongue drags over sharpened teeth in a deliberate movement as he dips down toward the other’s throat. 

          “is for you to stop asking questions--” teeth bite down just above zeke’s jugular, not quite looking for blood but definitely looking to leave some kind of mark. 

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“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ”

          the human is levelled with a narrowed glare, demon’s lips pursing as he takes the offered can of... something in bandaged hand. honestly, he doesn’t care what it is as half of the contents are tipped back - the burn distant in his mind and down his throat. he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t want to say anything but lucien isn’t going anywhere, doesn’t make a move to leave rico here by himself - therefore completely ignoring the offer of help in some way or another. the offer of words, of having someone close. but he doesn’t move any closer - doesn’t offer his voice or his thoughts. none of his endless troubles and ailments that never want to quit in this new head of his. 

           no, lucien doesn’t move. but he makes no attempt to extend any gesture of thanks or gratitude. rather, he refuses eye contact and stares at the ground. silence. the only thing punctuating the air around them is his breath and the slow, deliberate flick of black tail where it’s sat behind the demon. // @lamentedhigh

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" listen-- " She starts, rolling the bright colored childrens bike to a stop, heeling the kickstand down with a lean of her elbows against the pompom handlebars. Lithe fingers plucking the burning cigarette from her lips and an exhale of smoke, vermillion glancing to him. " twenty bucks and maybe ill let y' take this sick bike f'er a spin. " clearly, shes fucking joking.

          the scowl on demon’s features would look in place on a toddler’s face while watching an adult offer them a sweet only to take it away again. except it’s plastered over lucien’s visage, a demon with a background of cage fighting and generally causing harm to those around him. really, he could curdle milk with it if he concentrated hard enough. though, the look isn’t directed so much at her as it is at the bike beneath her. the colours clash, the frame is small and the whole thing is ridiculous. nose wrinkles, lips curling in defiance for a moment before she’s talking and gaze meets the woman’s visage.

           he almost looks disappointed when he replies, hands fisting in his pockets as demon looks to the ground. “i do not have... twenty... bucks.” // @rottm

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