#dcadmom

[bicexorcist]

                             YOU COULD USE A  𝙱𝚄𝙳𝙳𝚈 .                                         don’t you want a  𝙿𝙰𝙻 ?

by hari & niff

[uniiversehated]

@dcadmom asked: walnut eyes scope over the ginger, clearly scrutinizing the whole “quirky teen” fantasy the other seems to be living in. life must be peaches && cream for her, all the dreamboats sailing along in her cell phone’s sea, the goth wrinkling her nose in opposition to the genuine radiance of the starry-eyed chick. height be damned, even lydia could tell when a tower could crumble at any moment. for once her sarcasm falls short in leeway for kindness, a laced arm reaching out to brace fingers upon the flynn’s forearm. ❛ - how often do you spend time with someone your age ?

Candace is always one second away from a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, ( she'll NORMALLY go stay in her PANIC ROOM for a few hours until she can CALM HERSELF DOWN enough to be around people again. ) So when warm fingers lace around her forearm, the redhead jumps out of her skin. She's DISORIENTED, sometimes she gets so STUCK IN a THOUGHT that everything else just FALLS AWAY && she's SWIMMING IN a sea of OBSESSION. BLIND to the OUTSIDE WORLD. BUST THE BOYS. TELL MOM. BUST THE BOYS. TELL MOM. BUST THE BOYS. TELL MOM.

It's a never ending LOOP, PLAYING ON repeat. ❝ Huh ? ❞ Slowly the fog lifts from her mind, && she finds her VOICE again. ❝ Not to often... ❞ She gives a shaky, unsure smile. Pink COLORS her cheeks, EMBARRASSMENT && slight SHAME coiled in the pit of her stomach. Besides her BOYFRIEND, STACY && VANESSA she didn't really hang out with anyone else. She was to busy trying to BUST her BROTHERS, which also tended to EAT AWAY at what little SOCIAL LIFE she had. The look of distain PAINTED across the others face wasn't lost on Candace, but it's soon REPLACED by warmth of SHARED COMRADERY. It sent PURE JOY s h o o t i n g into his chest, blooming within her chest like FLOWERS.

[bicexorcist]

@dcadmom​​ said:

congratulations, you now have deadweight slumped on your lap. “ don’t get up. ”

     GRAVITY HAS STOPPED WORKING. / ACCEPTING.

              it wasn’t like he was planning on getting up anyways. hard to have your body parts fall asleep when your body wasn’t alive. it was a good that he didn’t have to worry about the numbness or body falling asleep thank to the ‘ deadweight ’ that was on plopped on him. it was no big... but what the meaning behind this ? the people among the living were so... weird. and he would know : he WALKED among them for good few minutes.

              ❝ ... ❞ a hand is raised, fist clenching a bit as he wondered what to do. should he pat her or something ? was this mood to comfort her or HIM ? the question made this whole situation MORE confusing. his hand comes down to give her shoulder a tap -- just ONCE before it falls down. it was... strange that he was a DEMON, yet he was still capable of touching a HUMAN. there wasn’t much else he could interact with in the world of the living. perhaps it was because of their CONNECTION ? or the fact that he had a bigger presence in the house since he died there... whatever it was, he didn’t really choose to think about it.

             ❝ you good, lyds ? ❞

[bicexorcist]

@dcadmom​ :

lydia vc : do you have a plan for murder, or are you just flying by the seat of your pants here -

            ❝ hey, WHO PLANS FOR MURDER ? the excitement is in the rush when you just go for it ! ❞

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@dcadmom​ said: "WAIT, don't shoot." a hand twists the ring, revealing her humanity. "i'm alive, not a demon." // agent two?

The agent gasps, eyes widening as the demon had turned into a human. Even before, she didn’t necessarily want to hurt the other but had drawn her gun as a reflex. 

Slowly lowering her weapon, Two warily eyed the demon-turned-human. “How is that--this some kinda trick or somethin’?” She questioned, unsure of what to make of what she had just witnessed.

[the-smallest-star]

@dcadmom​ asked:

"hey there," camera lowers, goetia owlette disguise allowing feathers to fray as she steps forward. "clem, so i've heard. feel like going for a walk with a madame macabre stranger?"

“... depends who’s asking and where they may of heard the name?” Clem answered, tensing up at a stranger knowing who she was so suddenly. The imp had enemies after all... even if she didn’t mention it.

[heedingcalls]

@dcadmom​ :

arranged marriage you say , glancing at bj knowingly

     ❛ ....Is it technically arranged if I do all the arrangin’ MYSELF? Through, mischievous deceit and clever loopholes? ❜

[ofbelicf]

@dcadmom​ asked: “  life  is  pain.  ”

Dib looked at the goth teenager, wondering why the heck she was telling this to him of all people. He had just gotten done being ridiculed for his theories on squashfoot, so he wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk. Although now that he thought about it, it might not be him she was talking to. It could be just a general statement to the world around her. Which in that case, it was weird. Who talked to themselves like that? Still, Dib decided to extend the olive branch, maybe she was a friend of his sisters or something. She looked about right. 

“Uh-” He wasn’t really the best with words whenever it wasn’t prepared beforehand. Plus, he was pretty sure he had social anxiety, as talking to people outside of talking about his interests was... not fun to say the least. In fact, he wondered if it was possible to just turn around and move on about his day. He had enough humiliation for one day. But then he would look like an idiot and a butthole. Something he knew he wasn’t. So it was best to continue his thought after all. “Sure... life is pain and misery and all that. You good?”