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"I hate to break it to you, Lucifer, but I realized", he trails off, then a deadpan stare. "You have exactly no rizz." Cain learned that word from Gabriel, don't mind him. 🧍‍♂️

Lucifer looked confused or a moment. All that collective mythos & Biblical threat, but right now he just looked like a guy at a bus stop who’d been told his shoes were untied, then checked & realized he wasn’t even wearing shoes at all.

❝ Define ‘rizz.’ ❞ Lucifer said, flattening the two syllables like dough. Lucifer blinked. The effect was as disorienting as if a statue had wobbled. ❝ & where are you even hearing such words ? ❞

Lucifer huffed, a micro-wrinkle creased between his eyebrows. ❝ It is hard to participate in these exchanges when you are always grafting new terms onto language. You & your many tribes. I’m taking it another fancy Winchester word ? ❞

#cainevesson #⏾ featuring ⏾ { cain. } ➺ cainevesson #⏾ ─────{ archangel lucifer. } ➺ threads #someone REALLY needs to help this man lighten up #CAIN you gots work to do haha

@cainevesson ;; basement yard prompts (still accepting) Cain asked: "What kind of a question is that?"

"WELL, IT JUST TURNED INTO A RHETORICAL ONE because your face is answer enough right now." He'd genuinely hoped Dean's gentle teasing had been nothing but bullying, but apparently, the hunter had been right with his offhand remarks. "Oh god. I can't believe you're fucking my clown brother, Cain." He rubs his hands over his face, feeling something akin to despair crawl up his spine. His choice of words should tell Cain a thing or two just what Castiel thinks about him and Gabriel having fun in between the sheets. How is the trickster archangel better than the fruit stand lady!

#cainevesson #( dyn: cainevesson 🐝 no foes. real friends. we ain't even got to pretend )#( v: default )#(Cas is. Not Amused lmao)

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

the be honest meme.

Confidence. LMFAOOOOOO.

No fr. People seem to be triggered by self-esteem on this hell site and TBH if you can actually back it up then go for it. I support you. Hell YES even. Get a big head, claim youre the best, just back it up. Because if you dont then you just look stupid and that's entertaining for me too tbh.

Also anon hate. I don't mind anon hate. Like I get why other people do, and I 100% agree it just should not exist and sending it automatically makes you like a little bitch lmfao. But it doesn't bother me when I get it. It's enrichment.

UNFORTUNATELY, because it's enrichment for me, they've just started sending it to the people who write with me instead. And you know. That shit isn't ok. Also asked by: @elenasecrets and @doryphore

#answered #cainevesson #the one and only... sort of: ooc

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FIND OUT HOW MUCH MY MUSE WOULD LIKE TO ___ YOURS

#🏍 — xxiv. ◜ answered.#cainevesson #( look cain i'm sorry that you are his type )#( he thinks you helping defend him was very attractive )#( but at least he doesn't want to stop nor kill you? )#( not like he could do either )

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at his rejection of her offering, amelia responds with a languid shrug, a nonchalant look on her face before stowing the package into her clutch purse that hangs from her shoulder. more for her. she places the butt end of the cig between her lips that is pinched between her middle and ring fingers & inhales deeply, relishing the clove-cherry mixture of her favourite brand — djarum blacks.

" it became my concern because your attempt occurred on my grounds. business such as that should have been dealt with outside the premises. " she counters, the scented vapor escaping from her nostrils and mouth. in short, improve your performance next time. lia observes him with mild interest as he strolls around the corpse in which she crinkles her nose in thinly-veiled irritation. " the poor sod didn't have the proper information i needed. so, i saw no point of him breathing. " she has proved his point.

#cainevesson #v; if you want survival; kneel on my arrival #she's like “don't point that out” lmao #smoking tw #ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵠᵘᵉᵘᵉ [q.]

@cainevesson in response to the farmer's market

HE GIVES CAIN THE BIGGEST EYEROLL IN EXISTENCE. "I'm not entirely human, I won't get sick!" (Probably. Hopefully.) "And if I do, there's fancy new medicine these days. Mold that kills bacteria! Artificial insulin to treat high blood sugar!" (Which, to be honest, is the most likely thing to befall Gabriel.)

"But fine, yeah, I'll go alone." That might be for the best, anyway. He doesn't want to hear Cain complain about all the artificial flavors and plastic-wrapped groceries. Gabriel needs some privacy in the sweets aisle to curate the best candy experience. This is an art, after all. "Just give me some money, and we'll meet at the car in half an hour."

#cainevesson #( v: nephew's fave )#(lbr)#(sick Gabe would be even worse than hungover Cas)

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#cainevesson #julian winchester visage.#hes goin along either way #ice cream? murder? why not within reason

@cainevesson || location prompts || accepting!

[ 27 ] the only gas station for miles 👀

a dim pepsi sign hanging above the door casts a yellow brown glow over puddles and wet cement. the smell isn't unpleasant. petrichor, rock and motor oil blend together in a scent that's unique to places just like this little rundown mom and pop liam guesses hasn't been updated in this past century and a half. suits the scenery. fits the mood. a hand weathered from hard work rather than battle closes over the spot on his coat that once covered a mark that'd been with him longer than an eternity. now gone. vanished. no trace left behind.

bewilderment. confusion. the need to know drew him out from his little waterfront sanctuary. how did this happen? who was responsible? and yet the pull remains. as if there were a possibility that a creature such as them would have some sort of soul, he sensed him and the more miles that dissolved between them--the deeper that tug became. a neon OPEN sign fluttered in its refusal to gutter and die streaking blue and red neon over the glossy ground. liam, belial, only had eyes for the man shoving the nozzle of an old fashioned gas pump back its holder.

cain was nearly at the driver's door when fists were tucked into the pockets of a old sailor's navy peacoat. hazel eyes fixed on the other's profile as he stepped off the sidewalk and crossed the short distance to the overhang. wire encased lights drew a cult of moths overhead; all battling for the honor of beating themselves to death against the bulbs. he turned his attention upwards as he felt the other's gaze settle heavy and warm, familiar, upon him. then their eyes meet. a cursory glance over never forgotten blue takes him in. the father of lies lifts a brow to greet the one who claimed the curse of murder for his crowning title. "got room for a traveler in need of a ride?" his chin lowers--head tilts to the side as a pointed look is given to cain's arm. he trails his gaze back up to reconnect, lips form a smile. curt. but real and quickly fleeting. "i feel like we have a few things we can discuss along the way, you and i.."

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