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“ Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does … Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent. ” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
indie spn-inspired demon oc × selective & private × mun & muse 21+ ( revamp / rewrite of hell-is-overrated )
ooc; semi hiatus announcement
Well, for the next few weeks, I probably wont be that much online, and the replies I owe are gonna be really slow. The thing is, I don’t sleep much anymore, due to certain problems, and this month is gonna be quite busy for me, with a moving to prepare, among other things.
That said, I’m gonna reply to anyone I owe something, don’t’ worry. Just be patient with me, please. And I apologize to everyone for the delay ;;
ooc; semi hiatus announcement
Well, for the next few weeks, I probably wont be that much online, and the replies I owe are gonna be really slow. The thing is, I don't sleep much anymore, due to certain problems, and this month is gonna be quite busy for me, with a moving to prepare, among other things.
That said, I'm gonna reply to anyone I owe something, don't' worry. Just be patient with me, please. And I apologize to everyone for the delay ;;
Well that wasn’t quite something he wanted to bear witness to, and it surely wasn’t one of the most gruesome things he’d seen, but it was pretty damn close. He didn’t catch the entirety of what had just occurred, but from what he’d seen, he didn’t want to be a part of it—which was the sole reason he kept a respectful, and comfortable distance.
He could see her lips moving, but at the distance he’d remained at, he wasn’t able to hear just what she was saying; probably a good thing in his case. Though when he went to move even the slightest bit closer, he’d clumsily knocked into some rubbish that lay upon the asphalt; the brunet silently cursing himself for not being more careful as he steadied himself with his hand on the wall.
“Smooth, Nivans. Real smooth." he whispered; hazel eyes slowly raising their gaze to meet with the woman again.
If she hadn’t heard that, he’d be surprised.
It wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. There was a sound --and someone. Letting her foot rest on the neck of the demon lying on the ground, she raised her eyes to the sudden nuisance.
"Who's there? Don't stay hidden. That's rude." And the demon hated rude people.
Speaking of rudeness, her prey --poor thing-- was moving a little to much to her taste. That's why she pressed her foot a little more, causing him to whimper and choke. Poor thing, really. Jezbel couldn't deny it: the view was quite enjoyable.
Lana Del Rey as Carrie for Q Magazine
shades of cool // lana del rey
and when he calls he calls for me and not for you he prays for love, he prays for peace and maybe someone new
He thought the diner was empty - it should be empty - at this godforsaken hour. Nathan bit down on the side of his cheek. He was not expecting a conversation. But, he had no other choice. Red and blue sirens came peeling around the corner, zooming past the diner and fading into the predawn.
“Sorry to bother you, Miss - but is anyone sitting here?” He gestured to the stool nearby. He must look a wreck - mud on his boots, tiny cuts on his hands from the underbrush of the woods, and a sheen of sweat pooling between his shoulder blades.
Sleeping wasn't a real need for her. She tried it, once or twice, but to no avail. And lying on a bed without doing anything else than staring at the ceiling wasn't exactly the most fascinating thing to do.
That's how she ended there, sitting quietly in this diner, a strawberry milkshake in front or her. To be quite honest, Jezebel didn't even knew how she got there. She just walked, and walked, before pushing this door. What a strange night.
The sudden voice next to her almost startled the brunette; she was so deeply lost in her thoughts that she didn't even heard him enter. "Yeah, sure." Eyebrows raised, the demon then studied him quickly, from top to bottom. "Did you have an accident or something? You look like a total mess." Tact was clearly overrated with her.
☾Recently I’ve reached 300 (like ohmgee, how are you guys still here?) So I made this! To honor the awesome and amazing people that make rping fantastic for me, thank you, thank you, thank you.☽
People who stuck around even though they should had left a long time ago because I'm complete and utter crap a. k. a The Baes.
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People I'm stalking from afar a. k. a. I promise I'm not crazy
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People I really REALLY wanna rp with a. k. a. we should fuck shit up with feels we can't even comprehend
thexmet - hell-is-overrated - helliish - castingdark - awelloiledmachina - explainingangels - irishtycoon - x—letsslipaway - rosie-harper - previsione - fxckingbloodstained - tales-of—mere-existence - reallypretentious
"I’m Victor." The brunette studied the stranger. "Prettiness isn’t what gets people kindness. Well, mostly… What’s your name?"
"How disappointing. I always thought that people were more inclined to be nice with pretty girls." The demon sighted, half serious, half joking. "Jezebel." Narrowing her eyes, she examined him from top to bottom, shaking her head briefly. "Do you like books? I mean, reading them." What a stupid question.
“Considering I haven’t met anyone with the same name yet, I’ll take that as a good sign.” Yeah, her name was pretty rare. But that was the beauty of it, wasn’t it? It was better to have a rare name then a common one that everyone has.
“I was hoping they’d be.” The corner of her mouth quirked and she paused before sticking her hand out. It didn’t kill anyone to be polite. “Seems like you have a rare name too. Pleasure to meet you, Jezebel. And just call me Zatanna.” Miss Zatara reminded her of being a grandmother or her mother. Not that she ever knew her mother, which still stung her to this day.
"In some case, being unique can be a good thing, yes." The demon always thought it was a quality; a great one. After all, she considered herself different from her siblings and other demons. Even if in her case, that was the excess of pride who was talking.
Eyes peering down only a few seconds, the brunette shook her hand briefly, before sticking hers back into her coat's pocket. "Uniqueness and originality are qualities that many lack those days. That's a bit sad." Sighting slightly, she stared into space for a moment, before coming back to the lady in front of her. "Do you have something to do right now? Maybe we could walk a bit and talk, see if there is anything if interest nearby?" After all, standing there was a bit annoying and almost awkward to her. And the demon had to admit that this girl was quite interesting.
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and hues of a d a r k n e s s that swallowed all in such a vicinity soon settled upon slender curves of cream and silk, a flowing collection of copious elegance and grace [ epitomes of femininity bestowed here ] all while beneath this spotless facade laid BEASTS deemed grotesque by the commonalities of society— slithering wisps of reddened sin that hardened with a mere t o u c h from another possessing opposite traits of the same creator known to many as the grand architect [ the GOD sitting atop a throne of lies and false hopes combined ]
❝I see no reason why not.❞
As his eyes met hers, the demon felt suddenly uncomfortable, even more than before. She could feel shivers down her spine, and her throat was almost dry. The brunette never fought she could be that intimidated by someone. And something made her think that he was way more than just someone.
Without a word, lips slightly parted letting only a slight breath through them, she pulled the chair, before sitting down. And now? Well, engaging the conversation could be a good thing to try. The question was how?
"I don't want to bother you, but. May I ask who you are?" Jezebel hated feeling that way without knowing why.
Being a demon in her situation brought many problems. Mostly other demons eager to bring her back home, but also hunters. And the first one was precisely tonight problem. He probably followed her when she left home, and attacked her in a back alley.
"That's why I hate other demons. Fucking bastards." The result was messy : an unknown and half-dead demon, as well as a wounded Jezebel. Peering down at him, the brunette let a deep sigh out. "Don't look at me like that. I can't let you live." Harsh, but true. She couldn't risk her safety, after all.
And then. A sound. Faint an brief. Someone?
The blonde chuckled a little at her comment. Playing along, he lifted his foot a little and wiggled it. “Always said it was lucky.” He joked before crossing his arms. Pretty boy? That was a new one. “You’re very welcome, miss.” He said simply with a nod. “You wouldn’t want to join me for a drink would ya? I mean I did just save your keys and all.”
Her smile widening a bit, the brunette let a brief laugh through her lips. Quickly putting her key in her pocket—dresses with pockets were the best thing ever— she met his gaze once more. "Refusing would be a real shame. You're my hero of the day after all." Tugging a few strands of hair behind her ear, Jezebel tilted her head, slightly. "Somewhere in mind, hm?"
"My what on your who?" The blonde blinked, a bit shocked from the sudden voice. "Oh!" He removed his foot, blue eyes peering down at the keys. "Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t even notice."
"Yeah." Jezebel then quickly picked up the lost keys, letting out a slight sigh. "I'm lucky nobody found them before me. I guess I should thank you. Or you foot." A gentle smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you, pretty boy."
♥ ——— cigarettesandcoffeeandmagic
"Your foot. On my keys." Losing her stuff, be it keys of purse, even sometimes drafts or her coming books, was in fact quite usual.
"I wasn’t planning on it, but let’s not make any assumptions."
"How reassuring." The demon pursed her lips, arms folded over her chest. "Why do you think everyone is rude with me? I mean, I'm a quite pretty girl. And nice, too." How could he answer that? He didn't even know her. "Anyway. Who are you?"
♥ ——— cambionsoul
"Do you plan to be rude with me like every single other person I met today?"
