#cain.

[tamedstray]

think luna should kill and resurrect cain. as a treat.

Cain enthusiastically hands Luna his rifle, while Vigor props up behind her and helps her aim. ❝Always practice kindness and mercy. Aim for the head.❞

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: cain [ demon, a king of hell, has a wolf form. ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front pls! plot: soulmates as a horror concept. trigger warning for heavier themes, extreme kinks, non/dubcon, violence, monsters, etc.

There was no force more ruinous than the moment you locked eyes with your soulmate. It wasn’t destiny----- it was a curse.

"You think I wanted this?" His voice, steady as a steel blade, hid a storm of barely suppressed fury. Beneath the pristine facade of his tailored suit and neatly knotted tie, seething rage pressed against the scarred shell of his battle-hardened form, desperate to break free. He was no stranger to torment----- his life was built on it, forged in the fires of violence and hell. Chaos wasn’t just a means of survival; it was his essence, the fuel that kept his twisted existence burning.

As such, he wasn’t shoving them away out of some unspoken kindness, or a flicker of empathy. No, those feelings were as foreign to him as sunlight in a storm. Empathy was a shadow of a concept, dulled to near extinction in his fractured psyche. This was practicality, a calculated effort to escape the cruel machinations of the fates that had bound them together. This bond wasn’t romantic, wasn’t beautiful. It was a knife to the gut.

Love? That was a word for mortals, for fools who thrived on fragility. He knew lust, the raw, immediate satisfaction of flesh and need. But love? Love was a sickness, a plague that stripped creatures like him of their power, dragging them into the grotesque mediocrity of human longing. He couldn’t afford it. Wouldn’t allow it.

"I am the last thing in existence that could ever make you happy," he spat, words jagged and venomous. "I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for you. And yet, here you are, carving yourself into my thoughts, tearing apart everything I’ve ever known, everything that made sense!"

[wrecksme]

open to : fems .

                   “      i'm      here      'cause      ...      'cause      i      miss      you     .      i      miss      us     .     ”

[kneesbruised]

◝ ' closed for @begsfor :

                   ❝    don't    know    why    you    bother    even    asking    me   ,    if    you're    just    gonna    believe    the    bullshit    they    post ,    anyway   .    ❞

[mg549]

art fight attack for @scrambled-greggs!

[fakedsciences-a]

@diicktective said: i think i once got a handjob in here, under this very table.

“I will not be a repeat of this affair.” 

“—actually, I should tell you. I am really seeing someone who I care about very much.”

[xliilith]

where. lupercalia who. @xcainx​

Why Lilith had decided to attend this little charade of bravery and strength was simply beyond her. Lycans had always been such filthy little beasts, much like the first one. Though Lycaon did indeed hold a special little place in her heart. But the rest of them --- vile, disgusting. Did they even shower? For she was certainly that she had never smelled anything as atrocious as the lycan that almost touched her. “You are --- seeing one of these creatures?” She asked with as neutral of a tone as she could muster, for it was becoming rather difficult to keep the nauseated look off her features. 

[bebs-art-gallery]

Art by Essi Välimäki

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: cain [ demon, a king of hell, has a werewolf form. ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front! plot: medieval fantasy setting, in a land where cain has conquered your muse's kingdom, taking it for his own selfish designs. your muse could be plotting to seduce/manipulate cain, or bring forth more of an enemies-to-lovers vibe. feel free to add a supernatural twist to your character if it suits your story and we can always do some worldbuilding.

Cain's actions were driven by truly appalling capability and a dark, enticing purpose set by Lucifer. They were here to take it all, and humanity would have no choice but to bow beneath the might of their superior forces.

Strategically, he'd placed his most formidable allies as enforcers and advisors throughout the remnants of what was once a proud, human-ruled kingdom. At last, everything lay under his absolute rule as the one true Demon King. And from the very depths of Hell, he had summoned a fearsome army, one that struck mostly under the veil of night; although, the terror of Cain and his infernal legion was so absolute that even the light of day offered no true refuge.

In the midst of his reign of terror, Cain kept a prize for his efforts---- a captive whose prayers he could hear being whispered in defiance. As Cain approached, a wicked grin spread across his face.

"And what is it you're praying for now?" he sneered, voice laced with awful amusement. Cain inherently understood that many would not worship him willingly, and that suited him just fine. To him, humans were little more than vermin, or sustenance, and the Gods? Self-important, tedious entities who seldom deigned to intervene. Yet, despite himself, Cain’s curiosity stirred.

"They won't help you, you know," he went on taunting, referring to the Gods. "They never do. Perhaps it's time to admit defeat----- admit that you need me now."

[animentality]

[kneesbruised]

◝ ' closed for @fairyridden :

                   ❝    are    you    seriously    upset    right    now    ?    i    mean    ―    what    did    you    expect    ?    i    can't    just    drop    everything    for    you   .    ❞

[ochibrochi]

america's sweetheart olympian 🥇

[jellllllo-bowl]

gotham rainy nights

i firmly believe in Duke doing silly things with his power

hiding under your dad's cape when it's pouring outside can be something very special + bat-rain-poncho, several years later

[fakedsciences-a]

@d1c4af // beatríz said: << maybe you didn’t need tequila for this. >>

<<Maybe you are onto something, sister of mine, but it is a little late for such a hypothetical now.>>

This semester's class assignments are a fucking slap in his face. It is the night before the first day of the semester. He will probably show up to his 8 o'clock intro class still reeking of liquor.

(He would never call Beatríz his sister sober; he would never speak so frankly, so vulnerably, without a little assistance.)

<<I am fucking sick of beer, anyways! And with tequila, I can keep my eye on my figure.>>