* 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

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[mrchare]

#𝖒𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊 // a semi - private indie musician horror muse heavily based off of american / satan & alice in madness. a study in childhood trauma , anti - religion , the rockstar lifestyle , satanic coding & a fuck ton of madness with metal music. this blog is very heavily themed , dark themes such as : abuse , substance use , religious trauma , mental health , & gore. DUE TO THE NATURE OF THESE TOPICS THIS BLOG IS 21+ ONLY. no topics are watered down here so readers discretion advised. dms are always open , feel free to contact at anytime.

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ONE.    there  will  be  heavy  topics  on  this  blog including,  but  not  limited  to; drug and alcohol use,  abuse  ( mental  /  emotional  /  physical  /  sexual  ),  killing  /  murder,  mental  health  ( including  depression,  anxiety,  and  more  ),  heavy  violence,  and  death.  of  course,  please  make  your  space  safe  as  needed,  but  i  will  not  sugarcoat  anything  when  it  comes  to his character.

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[mrchare]

who wants a started of insane dialog for giggles because I want happiness.

[mrchare]

I'll be making a comeback soon , going to clean up the blog and get a fresh start. recovering from the trip , love y'all ♡

[kostenkos]

her  mind  was  always  going  a  mile  a  minute  and  she  was  just  absently  flipping  through  the  journal  she'd  read  a  thousand  times  trying  to  piece  together  the  bigger  picture.  but,  her  brother  would  be  right  （  as  he  usually  was  ）.  there  was  something  on  her  mind  and  when  she  heard  his  question,  brows  furrowed  and  she  paused.

lifting  violet  eyes  up  from  the  words,  she  stared  at  her  brother  for  a  moment  before  a  laugh  bubbled  from  her.  ❝  what?  ❞  her  head  fell  to  a  curious  tilt.  ❝  i'm  not  sure  about  roleplaying,  but  i  do  hear  that  sometimes  louis  thinks  he's  in  control,  or  at  least  pops  lets  him  THINK  he's  in  control.  ❞

she  shifted  in  her  seat  so  she  could  lay  her  head  against  his  leg.  ❝  i  don't  know  about  moaning  in  song,  but  he  argues  with  himself.  but  then  again,  you  also  talk  in  your  sleep  sometimes.❞  

[mrchare]

of  course  he  was  right  ,  very  few  times  was  he  not. lips  twisted  in  a  smirk  as  he  leaned  his  head  back  against  the  cushion  of  the  seat. tongue  dragging  over  his  teeth  before  pressing  against  his  already  sharp  canines. listening  closely  as  his  eyes  closed  with  a  small  hum  of  a  sound  rumbling  his  throat.     ‘  i  think  you're  too  hard  on  louis... i  think  in  the  head  of  his  full  of  monsters  he  is  in  control  at  least. ’  lips  pulled  in  a  smirk  as  his  nails  gently  dragged  against  her  scalp  ,  scratching  against. toying  with  her  hair  head  slowly  falling  to  a  tilt  in  a  hum  of  now  thought  ,  question. luciel  didn't  have  much  memory  of  what  happened. the  smell  of  his  own  blood  that  he  choked  on  ,  tassels  of  once  blonde  from  birthmark  soaking  up  that  red. now  a  constant  reminder  that  he  was  once  human. staring  up  at  the  sky  as  he  felt  the  warmth  of  tears  running  down  his  cheeks. not  from  pain  or  sadness  ,  but  he  remembered  how  beautiful  the  sky  looked  that  night.

attention  tearing  back  to  the  now  his  eyes  opened  once  more. white  opal  catching  the  reflection  of  the  colors  around  them  and  light  beaming  off. scattering  light  in  his  vision  as  his  gaze  shifted  down  to  julie  resting  in  his  lap. ‘  what's  going  on  in  that  head  of  yours?  something  wicked  i  bet. ’

[mrchare]

⸻ 𖤐 @kostenkos requested a starter. 

‘  do  you  think  lestat  ever  moans  in  song?  ’    why  ,  luciel?  well  it  was  a  simple  thought. his  legs  stretched  across  as  he  slowly  turned  his  head  to  look  at  his  sister. white opal  eyes  bright  in  wonder  ,  wondering  if  she  was  actually  paying  attention  to  that  book  in  her  hand. or  was  something  on  her  mind. grinning  wildly  as  he  slouched  in  his  seat  ,  one  leg  crossing  over  the  other.

‘  do  you  think  they  roleplay?  ’

[snnynaturalarch]

eyes  examining  the  other  carefully.  his  face  between  her  palms  as  she  tried  to  catch  any  physical  harm  done  to  his  body.  but  there  wasn't  enough  time.  not  when  she  heard  footsteps  coming  their  way. 

shit.”  she  muttered.  cocking  her  gun  before  looking  at  him  again,  “we  gotta  go,  okay?  hold  onto  me  if  you  have  to.”  with  that,  she  wrapped  an  arm  around  him.  ready  for  him  to  use  her  as  support  as  the  two  stood.  there  wasn't  much  time  to  make  sure  he  could  run.  they  were  going  to  have  to  figure  it  out  along  the  way.  just  running  on  pure  adrenaline.  pure  anger  for  her  friend  being  taken.  and  she'd  be  damned  if  they  didn't  get  out  safely.  “stay  close.”

[mrchare]

how  luciel  simply  admired  her. she  had  a  strength  and  courage  he  never  saw  before. any  other  hunters  he  met  were  arrogant. hunters  seemed  to  believe  they  knew  everything. they  knew  that  all  creatures  besides  humans  were  evil. laced  with  that  need  to  be  exterminated. sonny  didn't  seem  like  the  type  ,  yet  he  kept  what  he  was  underneath  skin  of  normalcy. it  wasn't  as  if  he  didn't  trust  her. it  was  the  fact  luciel  didn't  trust  himself. why  would  he  trust  the  bizarre  creature  underneath  his  flesh?  or  the  blood  that  pumped  through  his  skin. those  antlers  that  were  so  similar  to  the  depiction  of  his  father. 

when  sonny  spoke  he  nodded  his  head  quickly  getting  to  his  feet  as  he  kept  behind  her. he  often  wondered  how  many  did  she  kill?  how  much  ichor  blood  dripped  from  her  fingertips. did  she  enjoy  it?  would  she  enjoy  ending  him?  head  falling  to  a  curious  tilt  as  he  kept  close  to  her. blinking  grey  eyes  that  did  their  best  not  to  bleed  into  crimson. danger  underneath  ,  prickling  fur  against  skin. they  were  both  in  a  bad  situation  and  he  wanted  to  protect  them. but  the  end  of  that  gun  was  no  end  he  wanted  to  end  up  in  front  of.

[lunarshifted]

               THE   SCENT   WAS   STRONG.   A   SMELL   SO   NEW   THAT   IT   caused   his   enhanced   senses   into   overload,   and   in   the   end   made   his   head   feel   dizzy.   This   much   was   gathered   as   his   ears   flattened   against   his   head,   eyes   narrowed   with   concentration,   and   his   nose   twitching   nonstop.   The   creature   that   emitted   such   a   scent   was   new.   It   was   not   a   deer,   or   a   rabbit,   but   almost   both.   This   also   caused   some   confusion.   There   was   no   animal   alive   that   this   could   be,   so   this   must   have   been   some   sort…   well,   the   type   of   creature   he   was,   right?   If   that   was   the   case,   then   he   most   certainly   didn’t   want   to   fight.   At   least,   he   didn’t   want   to   fight   just   yet.   If   this   was   a   hostile   being,   then   he   would   do   what   was   necessary.

               GOLDEN-AMBERS   LOOKED   UP   AT   THE   NIGHT   SKY,   SPOTTING   THE   BRIGHT   moon   that   tugged   this   beastly   form   out   of   him.   He   made   a   small   snort,   chest   heaving   with   effort   and   choice.   What   should   he   do?   He   wished   he   had   more   guidance,   but   his   father   was   dead.   His   mother?   She   disappeared   out   of   pure   guilt   for   something   that   she   couldn’t   do.   He   was   alone.   The   others   of   his   kind   were   much   like   the   animals   they   became.   A   wolf   needed   to   be   able   to   help   himself,   especially   with   the   type   of   gene   he   had. 

              HIS   MASSIVE   HEAD   TURNED   TOWARDS   THE   CREATURE,   HIS   EARS   STILL   pinned   in   a   submissive   gesture—   a   gesture   that   would   soil   what   he   was   to   be.   Even   his   tail   lowered   just   slightly   between   his   legs   to   show   he   was   not   here   to   hunt   him.   In   fact,   he   backed   away,   stepping   over   the   deer   carcass   to   where   he   was   before.   Then,   almost   humorously,   he   sat   down   like   any   dog   would   as   it   waited   for   a   treat.

[mrchare]

rabbit  bloodied  were  not  violent  creatures. they  did  not  tear  into  flesh  until  said  flesh  attacked  first. they  were  gentle  natured  ,  docile. so  when  he  noticed  the  wolf  backing  down. not  simply  backing  down  ───  becoming  a  submissive  puppy. his  own  head  perked  back  up  as  he  sat  back  on  haunches. that  head  tilting  to  the  side  before  his  ears  flopped  and  quickly  tilted  to  the  other. how  odd  ,  a  wolf  acting  as  if  he  didn't  want  to  eat  him. not  at  all  like  luciel  was  complaining.      slowly  he  crawled  close. nose  twitching  as  he  sniffed  the  air. eyes  snapping  to  the  corpse. the  crimson  against  his  maw. &  yet  he  wasn't  baring  those  teeth  at  him. a  little  bit  closer  and  those  bones  slowly  snapped. it  was  never  painful  for  him ... anymore. oh  how  it  ached at first. how  his  body  twisted. his  own  change  kept  in  for  so  long. yet  now  it  felt  like  a  joint  being  cracked. that  air  being  released  from  between  tense  bones. like  a  snap  of  a  finger  ,  he  was  a  man  again.

red  tassels  falling  at  the  sides  of  black  curls. crimson  eyes  slowly  bleeding  back  to  grey  as  he  reached  fingertips  out  against  fur. lips  pulling  into  a  smile. canines  beaming  with  the  rest  of  his  little  sunshine  personality. ‘  hey.. it's  okay. ’  now  what  luciel  didn't  know  was  this  was  a  man  similar  to  him. even  as  fingertips  brushed  against  bloodied  coat  his  head  falling  to  a  tilt. ‘  your  safe ... if  it  helps  i  have  no  idea  how  my  antlers  work. sorry  for  the  scare. ’

[mrchare]

so just a heads up replies for a week or so are going to be slow. siren & I are trying to get the house organized before our next festival & getting ready for said festival so I will start queueing replies but I won't be around as much. I apologize but I gotta get my life together a little ♡ I love y'all.

[mrchare]

ya'll idk how to tell you this but ..... YOU ARE FUCKING STUNNING. BEAUTIFUL BABIES. AMAZING WRITERS. FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE I WILL FUCKING BITE THEM. have a good day and drink your water.

[banditleonne]

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⸻  ✟  @mrchare   ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ  ᴘᴀɪɴ  ♡

 bandit  couldn't  count  how  many  times  they'd  sang  this  particular  song.  〔  he  loved  it,  it  was  one  of  his  favorites  that  luci  had  written  〕.  and  he'd  never  really  asked  questions,  he  just  sang  the  song  and  got  into  it  like  he  did  all  of  their  music.

but,  he'd  been  particularly  in  his  head  as  of  late.  maybe  it  was  the  mass  amount  of  drugs  that  he'd  done  before  the  show,  maybe  it  was  the  fact  that  he  was  just  ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ  with  the  women  who  had  been  in  and  out  of  his  bed.  he  just..  never  could  get  into  it,  but  now  it  was  just  worse  and  he  didn't  know  why.

they'd  just  completed  their  latest  ritual  and  he  was  damn  near  buzzing  with  energy,  but  something  was  still  unsettling  him.  he'd  tried  to  shake  it  before  the  show.  he  did  a  line  and  took  a  shot,  got  head  in  the  green  room  but  none  of  that  seemed  to  help.  he  was  still  overthinking  ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

he  fucking  hated  it.  so  fucking  much.

the  set  was  going  better  than  he  expected.  the  crowd  was  behaving,  they  sounded  amazing.  VIP  actually  went...  normally,  which  was  still  something  he  wasn't  used  to.  people  behaving  themselves  was  just  something  that  didn't  happen  once  they  skyrocketed.

ɪ sᴀᴡ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ꜰᴀᴄᴇ,  ʙᴜᴛ  ɪᴛ  ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ  sᴀᴠᴇ  ᴍᴇ  ɪ  ꜰᴇʟʟ  ꜰʀᴏᴍ  ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ,  ᴀɴᴅ  I  ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  sᴍɪʟᴇ

suddenly  something  snapped  in  his  head.  the  gears  clicked  into  place  and  it  was  like  everything  just  shattered  around  him.  brows  knit  and  he  sang  the  words  without  much  hesitation,  but  he  couldn't  help  but  turn  himself  as  he  gripped  the  mic  stand  and  he  looked  at  luciel  back  on  the  drum  kit.

he  was  actually  glad  that  he  couldn't  see  jasper's  mild  panicked  look  as  he  looked  at  cassius  and  levi  to  see  if  they  saw  what  he  did.  ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ  ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ  ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇᴅ  ɪᴛ  ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ  ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ  ᴍʏ  ᴠᴏᴡs  ᴛᴏ  ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄɪʟᴇ  ɪ  sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ  ᴀɴᴅ  ʟᴇꜰᴛ  ᴀ  ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ  ɪɴ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  sᴍɪʟᴇ  ᴀs  sᴜʀᴇ  ᴀs  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ  sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs  ᴏᴜʀ  sᴋɪɴ  ɪ  ʜᴏᴡʟᴇᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ  ʙᴀʟʟ,  ᴀɴᴅ  ʏᴏᴜ  ᴡᴇʀᴇ  ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ

turning  back  to  the  crowd,  he  tried  to  hide  the  fact  that  his  whole  existence  just  changed,  and  he  finished  the  song  somewhat  abruptly  and  smiled,  but  it  didn't  reach  his  eyes.  ❛  thank  you,  we'll  be  right  back.❜  was  he  putting  in  a  quick  break?  ꜰᴜᴄᴋ  ʏᴇᴀʜ  ʜᴇ  ᴡᴀs.  bandit  grabbed  the  bottle  of  water  and  one  of  the  towels  and  headed  off  stage  as  quickly  as  he  could  before  he  had  a  mini  meltdown.  

[mrchare]

not  all  the  songs  wrote  were  love  songs  or  songs  of  a  broken  heart. but  the  more  he  became  knowing  of  his  feelings  ───  of  his  emotions. the  easier  they  just  simply  slid  right  onto  the  paper. words  twisting  in  his  head  &  finally  𝑣𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑖𝑡  𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑜𝑢𝑡. it  was  easier  then  opening  his  lips  ,  speaking  them. and  as  he  twirled  those  drumsticks  between  ringed  fingers  he  sung  them  as  he  bounced  in  his  stool  behind  his  kit. he  was  finally  able  to  get  them  all  out.     maybe  he  didn't  fully  realize  what  he  truly  felt ... how  could  he?  luciel  didn't  understand  many  emotions  outside  of  anger  ,  sadness  ,  happiness. he  didn't  realize  that  turning  of  sick  in  his  gut  or  the  heat  in  his  ears  ,  tears  brimming  his  eyes  ,  the  lump  in  his  throat  was  pure  fucking  jealousy  &  heartbreak. every  time  he  saw  some  new  woman  on  bandit's  lap. or  had  to  listen  to  the  sound  of  moaning. (  they  shared  a  fucking  room. ). the  way  his  pillow  would  press  against  his  face  until  ℎ𝑒  𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. how  his  screams  muffled  because  he  was  angry  that  he  didn't  understand. he  didn't  understand  why  he  felt  this  way.     luciel  seemed  to  buzz  through  the  entire  night. too  numb  from  smoking  with  cassius  before  to  even  remember  how  quickly  it  all  went. like  the  smooth  top  of  calm  water. ripples  on  the  surface  reminding  one  it  wasn't  ice. tongue  peeked  from  behind  lips  as  those  lyrics  came  out  his  throat. grey  eyes  widening  the  second  bandit  turned  &  looked  at  him. why  ,  him?   what  was  that  look  on  his  face?  pain... guilt. why  did  the  others  look  so  panicked. did  he  miss  a  beat?     then  it  clicked  for  luciel  as  well  ───  what  those  lyrics  actually  meant... &  who  they  were  to.     how  quickly  his  heart  dropped  to  his  stomach. how  he  felt  so  fucking  sick. how  his  heart  thudded  so  quickly  against  his  chest  &  those  tears  brimmed  his  eyes. he  never  realized  how  quickly  their  friendship  became  deeper  ,  became  love. how  one  night  twisted  in  each  others  arms. lips  locked  ,  the  pain  of  his  thighs  being  gripped. the  way  his  hips  became  so  bruised. the  bitemarks  up  his  neck. how  much  that  night  stuck  with  him. yet  he  figured  it  meant  absolutely  nothing. it  was  just... fucking. that's  all  it  ever  seemed  to  be  for  the  band. 

drumsticks  came  crashing  down  as  his  head  flung  back  to  cut  away  their  gazes. chest  heaving  as  he  stared  up  at  the  set  above  his  head. wishing  so  desperately  one  of  the  lights  would  fall  ,  crush  him  right  there. grey  eyes  squeezing  shut  as  he  inhaled  sharply  as  soon  as  he  heard  they  were  taking  a  break. hearing  the  crowd  roar  over  the  buzzing  throb  of  his  brain. shaking  his  mess  of  hair  before  he  lowered  his  arm  from  the  air. twisting  his  body  to  hop  down  and  pushing  past  his  small  crew.     luciel  wanted  to  fucking  run. book  it. never  look  the  fuck  back. how  could  he  sit  on  that  bus  with  all  of  them. how  could  he  look  him  in  the  eyes  again. how  could  he  sit  in  the  same  room  ,  eat  ,  sleep  ,  breathe. how  could  he───. slamming  against  the  others  back  he  stumbled  a  bit  in  shock. eyes  blinking  rapidly  as  he  looked  right  up  at  the  very  man  he  wrote  those  lyrics  for. it's  cool  luciel  ,  play  it  cool. beaming  a  smile  he  rubbed  the  nape  of  his  neck  those  nerves  on  fire. ‘  hey  dude  ,  you  good?  ’  smooth  luciel  ,  no  one  noticed  a  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[lunarshifted]

               THE   CHANGE   WAS   ALWAYS   PAINFUL.   HOW   COULD   IT   NOT?   HIS   father   told   him   he   would   get   used   to   it,   but   that   had   to   have   been   a   lie.   The   feeling   of   bones   bending,   snapping,   and   elongating   was   a   terrifying   thought   all   on   its   own.   So   feeling   it?   It   was   agonizing.   He   would   never   wish   that   sort   of   pain   on   anyone.   The   shift   made   any   werewolf   angry   for   a   few   minutes   to   the   point   of   snapping   jaws,   growls,   clawing   trees,   and   howling.   It   was   like   a   childish   tantrum   before   they   could   relax   and   focus   on   hunting—   only   animals   unless   they   went   rogue.

               HIS   MUZZLE   WAS   DEEP   WITHIN   A   POOR   DEER’S   SIDE.   BLOOD   matted   his   black   coat   around   his   face   and   chest.   His   ears   had   been   flattened   until   he   heard   a   sound.   Those   ears   sprung   upright,   his   head   pulled   away   from   his   meal   with   a   sickening   tear   of   meat.   Lips   were   curled   back   to   show   bloody   fangs   as   he   let   out   a   low   growl   of   warning   to   whatever   was   near.   His   amber-golden   eyes   flashed   as   he   stared   in   one   direction   he   thought   he   heard   the   noise.   He   just   wanted   to   scare   away   whatever   it   was,   especially   if   it   was   a   human.   

                  HEARING   ONLY   THE   RUSTLE   OF   LEAVES   IN   THE   WIND,   HE   lowered   his   massive   head   to   take   another   bite   when   a   scent   drifted   into   his   nose.   It   made   him   pause.   It   was…   sweet,   something   he   had   never   really   smelled   before.   This   made   him   slowly   rise,   standing   on   his   hindquarters,   and   his   nostrils   flared   with   each   sniff   of   the   air.   The   wolf   took   one   step   over   the   deer   carcass,   hunching   forward   to   ready   himself   for   any   possible   danger. @mrchare

[mrchare]

rabbit  bloodied  were  declining  ───  in  fact  there  may  have  truly  only  been  a  handful  of  them  left. many  refusing  to  turn  to  the  point  that  animalistic  side  of  theirs  no  longer  existed. where  as  others  had  simply  turned  fully  never  to  see  that  humanity  again. luciel  was  in  the  middle. he  didn't  like  it  ,  being  a  twisted  creature  based  off  a  child's  nightmare. nothing  about  him  seemed  normal  ,  nothing  even  felt  normal. a  giant  rabbit  looking  like  creature  mixed  with  a  deer. antlers  twisting  like  a  kudu. his  fur  brushing  like  a  fawn. front  paws  like  a  rabbit  yet  small  back  black  hooves. he  was  a  true  fucking  monster.     that  air  blowing  out  a  pink  nose  as  he  crawled  ,  hopped  in  a  sense. nose  sniffing  against  dirt  as  his  front claws  slowly  pulled  back  leaves. digging  deep  to  find  roots. but  there  was  that  sudden  feeling  of  doom. it  made  the  fur  on  his  spine  spike  up  as  a  low  snort  exhaled. they  may  have  been  prey  animals  ,  but  they  could  fight. did  that  mean  he  liked  to?  absolutely  not  but  if  was  him  against  someone  else  he  would  do  everything  in  his  power  to  win.      that  bizarre  creature  cut  the  corner  a  bit  too  quickly. he  was  hoping  that  feeling  was  a  human  ,  a  hunter. something  he  knew  for  a  fact  he  could  deal  with  quickly  and  get  out  somewhat  with  ease. but  this ... was  not  that. he  paused  in  his  step  with  crimson  eyes  widening. another  snort  as  those  back  hooves  lifted  and  thumped  harshly  around  the  dirt. a  warning  sign  ,  danger  ,  anger. it  was  enough  to  shake  the  ground  underneath  as  a  low  growl  bubbled  his  throat. head  of  large  lowering  so  those  antlers  pointed  outward  as  luciel  slowly  shifted  back.     he  had  absolutely  no  fucking  intentions  of  becoming  dinner.

[mrchare]

we just got home after being out all day so i'm going to attempt to reply to a few things. sorry my replies are slow rn we are getting ready for another festival soon.

[mrchare]

so just a little psa but also a little headcanon. if your muse would have knowledge of not only who but what luciel is you have my full permission. i don't consider knowledge as a part of godmodding in this situation. luciel's species is based off a sub-species I made years ago.

"sjakalope" the official term for them are a form of fae. they have been around since the earth was even made before magic was a rare thing. they breathed it , they were part of it. each one having it's own ability based on the season it was. however due to being hunted by humans ( hc they were turned into taxidermy aka the jackalope heads ) or creatures more powerful for them they've died off. practically extinct. that being said it wouldn't be so rare or out of character if your muse : a supernatural creature around for centuries , a hunter who does their job well , someone who has knowledge of magic would know of their existence. luciel would have like many of them would a very distinct smell. they were a prey animal & they still are. i've said in a few plotting ideas that luciel would be similar to honeysuckle & dandelion root. if your character can smell that , then they would in my eyes that's not godmodding. so this is my permission. same with demons / angels & or hunters knowing luciel is the anti christ. unless I have stated outright that luciel has been hiding it well , then you have permission to allow your muse to know. i see this from of knowledge the same as oh luciel conti the rockstar , of course people would know he's famous so it only makes sense that other's can know who he is & what he is. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION.

[snnynaturalarch]

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shots  fired,  growls  fading,  bodies  dropped.  the  moment  sonny  knew  that  luci  was  taken,  she  was  quick  to  find  him.  “luci!  stay  back,  okay?!  i'm  going  to  break  the  door  in!!”  sonny  called  out,  knowing  full  well  she  had  to  break  down  the  door.  and  fast.  bringing  her  foot  up,  she  kicked  on  the  door  three  times.  it  was  tougher  than  it  looked  so  she  pulled  her  gun  out,  “fuck  it.”  shooting  at  the  lock  then  giving  one  last  kick.  the  door  swinging  wide  open  revealing  the  other.  quickly  dropping  next  to  him,  she  cupped  his  face,  examining  him  with  wide  eyes,  “did  they  hurt  you??  are  you  okay??  can  you  walk??”

[mrchare]

luciel  was  almost  certain  his  rib  got  cracked. a  mouth  of  rot  only  an  inch  away  from  his  face  as  he  begun  to  dip  his  head  back  nose  scrunching. the  whispering  voice  of  anti  christ  coming  off  a  tongue  that  smelled  like  dirt. that  flesh  was  dying  &  luciel  had  no  interest  in  sharing. the  room  was  pitch  black  which  meant  she  couldn't  see  what  he  truly  was  ,  she  wasn't  even  in  the  room. a room of pure darkness that made luciel want to fucking scream. grey  eyes  bleeding  into  crimson  as  that  growl  ,  a  snarl  bubbled  deep  in  his  throat. fangs  baring  as  he  leaned  in  just  as  close  with  claws  clutching  a  throat  of  a  vessel  that  was  no  longer  alive. ‘  release  me  ,  you  worthless  prick. ’ 

torn  ,  ichor  dripping  as  he  slammed  the  skull  of  a  form  that  could  no  longer  exist  in  this  world. the  sound  of  crunch  was  overwhelming  but  sonny's  voice  came  through. eyes  snapping  back to that stormy grey  as  he  winced  at  the  sudden  burst. flinching  a  bit at her touch  before  he  chuckled  low  sitting  up  on  scraped  palms. ‘  yeah ... yeah  i'm  good  ,  just  a  bit  of  a  bruise. ’

[bandersnch]

⸻ ✟ @mrchare summoned  the  bandersnatch

 they'd  spent  the  whole  day  together.  locked  up  in  their  room,  only  leaving  when  they  needed  snacks  or  water.  it  was  something  they  needed.  that  connection,  that  time  where  it  was  just  THEM.  honestly,  he  just  missed  him  sometimes.  it  was  like  a  part  of  him  was  missing  when  they  were  apart  for  too  long,  but  he  never  wanted  to  come  off  as  needy  or  clingy,  so  he  always  kept  it  to  himself  and  just  soaked  in  the  times  like  this.

laying  on  his  side  facing  him,  as  close  as  they  could  get  and  he  hand  an  arm  around  his  waist  and  his  leg  curled  over  his.  eyes  had  fallen  closed  for  a  second  before  he  heard  the  soft  question.

❝  hey  baby...  do  you  ever  regret  the  contract?  ❞

opening  his  eyes,  he  looked  at  him  and  his  brows  furrowed  a  bit.  bandit  tried  never  to  have  any  regrets  in  life,  because  it  wouldn't  do  any  good  to  dwell  on  it.  he  endured  what  he  had  so  he  could  be  here  right  now  knowing  that  if  the  contract  would  have  never  happened...  well,  he  didn't  want  to  think  about  that  too  much.

❛  no.❜  the  answer  was  simple  and  complex  all  at  once.  ❛  i  think  it's  the  best  thing  we've  ever  done.  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  give  you  a  life  you  deserved  to  have.  to  see  you  happy  and  taken  care  of,  not  having  to  do  anything  you  didn't  want  to  for  our  next  meal  or  night  under  a  roof.❜  sure,  they  had  to  kill  someone  for  it  to  happen,  he  never  sweated  that.  they  always  deserved  it.

❛  but  with  or  without  it,  i'd  always  have  you.  this  is  all  just  an  added  bonus.  i  always  just  wanted  you.  ❜  he  reached  out  and  cupped  his  face  in  one  hand  and  brushed  thumb  across  his  cheek.  ❛  i  would  do  it  all  over  again  just  so  i  could  be  with  you.  i  love  you.  always.  ❜

[mrchare]

life  was  always  full  of  such  strange  &  bizarre  turns. a  path  full  of  light  ,  beautiful  bricks  ,  green  lush  grass  along  the  sides  may  have  vines  spiked  and  ready  to  soak  blood  near  the  end. where  as  a  path  of  gloom  moon  lit  ,  winding  crumbling  stones  ,  wilted  flower  beds  that  hadn't  been  touched  in  ages  may  have  a  beautiful  spring  at  the  end. luciel  wasn't  quite  sure  what  path  he  had  been  on. twisting  black  &  white  with  pops  of  red. trees  that  looked  like  they  were  made  of  clay  ,  whimsical  little  whisp  that  could  bite. what  he  didn't  expect  at  the  end  however  was  𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡  𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛  ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓  𝑤𝑎𝑠  ℎ𝑖𝑠  𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.     would  he  take  it  back?  no. but  there  were  still  questions  lingering  in  his  mind  that  he  just  couldn't  pull. maybe  because  he  was  simply  too  afraid  of  the  answers  that  laid  underneath. luciel's  attention  turned  to  his  husband. that  peaceful  look  on  his  face  as  he  slumbered  making  him  smile  so  warmly. the  rabbit  bloodied  had  been  laying  on  his  stomach.  bare  underneath  the  white  cotton  sheet  that  draped  over  his  frame  ,  barely  covering  him  really. he  simply  loved  days  like  this  ───  the  tranquil  feeling  of  it  all.     arms  folded  as  his  chin  perched  for  sometime  listening  to  the  faint  thudding  of  bandit's  heart. grey  eyes  locking  on  emerald  as  they  opened  when  his  question  was  asked. he  couldn't  help  the  curiosity  ,  for  underneath  that  mask  he  felt  guilt. what  happened  when  his  father  no  longer  needed  them?  when  the  contract  wasn't  enough  or  they  failed?  what  happened  when  someone  better  came  along  ,  more  needy  for  their  talent  to  be  heard. their  souls  were  doomed  &  it  was  the  very  creature  that  created  him  that  doomed  them.     although... 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡  𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦  𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦?     his  head  tilted  as  he  listened. it  felt  as  if  it  was  not  all  that  long  ago  they  were  living  out  of  crap  motels  eating  crap  food. stealing. selling. getting  by  the  best  they  could. one  by  one  each  member  of  the  band  finding  one  another. one  by  one  another  soul  more  needy  for  their  lives  to  better. but  if  luciel  was  being  honest ... he  didn't  hate  that  life. it  was  better  than  with  his  mother  ,  in  that  room  all  locked  up. he  saw  the  sun. he  had  smiles  &  laughs. he  was  surrounded  by  people  who  loved  him. money  be  damned.

that  purr  of  his  rumbled  softly  with  a  hum  as  he  leaned  in  to  nuzzle  him. ‘  i  just  worry... what  will  happen  if  we  fail. ’  had  they  yet?  no. every  single  contract  had  been  handled  with  the  upmost  care. every  detail  always  met. but  the  more  they  got  use  to  it  ,  the  more  luciel  worried  they  would  let  their  guard  down. hunters  ,  cops  they  still  existed. they  were  still  beast  being  hunted  down. head  slowly  turned  to  press  lips  gently  against  his  palm  as  grey  eyes  fell  closed. ‘  i'd  go  insane  if  i  lost  you .. any  of  you  ’