#demcnsinmymind

[kxllerblond]

sc / @demcnsinmymind

❝ I stared into the void and the void stared back and told me you're kind of a dweeb with major loser energy and lackluster vibes. ❞ completely and wholly unserious despite being in the process of oh so casually replying to emails that could make or break an entire decades-old investment firm.

He's kicked back on the couch, slouched. It's a comical sight considering he's still absolutely dressed to the nines. ❝ It also told me that if humans made a movies about Az, they'd have Chr*s Pratt voice it. ❞

[shctsfired]

@demcnsinmymind sent: "she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way."

Her pen is scribbling furiously against the paper of her journal, nearly moving faster than her own thoughts in fear she may forget something if she doesn’t manage to get it down right at that moment. According to her journal, she had been here for almost two weeks, but in all honesty, it felt like years. It would be one thing if they had just kept her here, but they had taken everything from her and started treating her like a prisoner instead of a health risk. But even prisoners got an hour of free time of day. So she bitched and moaned until they finally gave in. This week was the trial run of Lance and Harper getting time out of the cell, separately of course, and under strict surveillance. Though they had been under surveillance the entire time so that didn’t bother her too much.

Her pen came to a quick stop when she noticed a shadow on the page and she couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. “Dude, can you back the fuck off?! My thoughts are the only thing you fuckers haven’t taken.” She quickly raised her journal to her chest, covering the pages as she glared at the guard. Her scowl didn’t seem to fade until he backed against the cell still holding Lance. “Ain’t she a ray of sunshine?” The guard scoffed sarcastically at Lance and assumed he would agree, but he answered differently. She wasn’t aware if he knew she was in earshot, but Lance’s compliment did cause her to chuckle before diving back into her journal once more.

[bitchheroine]

@demcnsinmymind liked for a smol starter <3

"Yeah yeah, I look like shit, I'm well aware. But you should really see the other guy. Can you just... hand me that booze? I feel like shit too."

[thatslayer]

the last ; @demcnsinmymind

He goes off on her, something about his rotting corpse (has she mentioned this is exhausting?) and she huffs out a little chuckle, shakes her head, "Dramatic, much? I mean, nice imagery. So, if they haven't found your body, then what the hell are you walking around in?" which, legitimate question, because it never even crossed her mind that what she's seeing out there in the real world might be an illusion of some sort. "For the record, you can just knock off mad-doggin' me, too."

Gee, she'd love to say she wasn't used to this. Watching people she knows, people she cares about, infected with something they can't fix. Not disease, not the kind you hit up the ER for. Magic. Demon. The amount of times she's seen something that shouldn't exist take over a shop owner or a stripper, someone just trying to survive. Now with no fucking chance of it. Sometimes you get to them in time but so often, by the time you find them… you're just finding what's left. A husk that birthed something horrible into the world. Leave it to fucking Lance to sign up to be a husk just to get his show picked up on Spike TV.

She's actually seen a lot of this before, enough for her to worry how much of Lance is really left in there. It's been so long. She wishes she could bum-rush him like old times. Big hugs, homecoming, not a care in the fucking world but who's life even is that? Who gets that? The last thing he ever said to her was his nerdlinger rendition of 'fuck off', so she did. Now, here they are, both dead. To be fair, she feels like she did a better job on the 'dying' part than he did.

She needs Angel on this. If he's even still alive. Ugh, she's gotta keep the pain of that shit out of her head because the thing wearing Lance like a bathing suit has already gleaned the edge of her thoughts. It's got some pricklies, she'll give it that, but she's not that fucking stupid. The only info it's going to scrape out of her tiny, lizard brain are just random, hairy buttholes --- stay outta her head, dickbag.

When she looks back at him, he's watching her. A little of that weird, snarling monster thing's faded from his expression but it's hard for her to trust that. He may seem a little more serene, but it's the wrong sort of calm.

He tells her she's beautiful, and she shoots him a playfully cocky look, "Yeah, I am." and, finally, climbs to her feet. She doesn't know how close he'll let her get --- he might shriek her back for moving an inch, it's not unheard of, but she needs to get closer, "I'm more than okay. Now let's get you okay… okay? Level with me, what the hell happened in that place? I went in there…" which, she shouldn't have said. He doesn't need to know that she fucking mourned him, that she broke into that place, twice, and just got a little banged up for her trouble. And that's not ego talking, either. She doesn't know what this thing knows, or where it is, best not to feed it any information it doesn't already have --- also, screw that place. It's haunted as actual fuck, to the nines. Every flavor of no. "You wanna go wherever this is? I got a car, I got, like, a week to kill. You keep Casper off my back, we'll drive up."

"Why?" she echoes, still slow in her approach but she's making progress, "Why what?

[orphanedshadow]

@demcnsinmymind gets a starter

"I do occasionally wonder how much control you actually have over the abilities brought by your passenger… if they are actually trying to keep you from accessing it, or if you simply do not yet know how."

[hellsurvivr]

Shower meme!

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ( still accepting ) // @demcnsinmymind

     SHE WAS GETTING USED,     to the fact, he tended to pop up in places she wasn't expecting. there was no sense of boundaries [ ... ] where lance and his passenger were concerned. which is why the moment the demon senses his aura, she doesn't even shift. if anything she slumps further into the hot water, letting it caress her tanned skin. why should she end her relaxation [ ... ] due to an unwanted visitor. if he didn't appreciate the sight. then well for one, he should wait for an invitation. and secondly. she honestly couldn't care. which is why she begins to hum the tune to some corny 80's song. one she had heard on the radio earlier, and was now annoyingly stuck in her head. she didn't mind truly. it distracted her. but not so much that she doesn't sense as he draws nearer. his aura growing stronger and pulsing over her skin. before it had been a tickle but now, she could feel it as prominent as her own fingers. ( that was how used to him she was!   )    her head rolls along the edge of the bathtub, a smirk dancing along her lips as she eyes, his tall frame taking up the doorway.       ❛  didn't your mama teach you how to knock ....   ❜ eyes looking at him for a moment, before she looked back again. her humming resuming.    as she awaits his answer. or if he was simply going to stand there. but then again, she'd never been the most patient.

      ❛  clearly, you wanted something. so what is it ....   ❜ head turning to look at him once more. as a dark brow raises upon her face. she's also aware that yeah he was getting an unobstructed view. but again, she doesn't care, not really anyway. (   she was too relaxed to care!   )   

[messiahrisen]

drabble away for 24. — agony!!!!!!

AGONY.

Murphy knows agony. He knows what it means to be eviscerated, to be ripped into pieces while he's helpless to defend even the smallest part of himself from the pain. He knows what its like to be HELPLESS, fearful, and small -- to know nothing but a world of hurt and misery and nothing else. Murphy knows how to shut himself away from it all. He's had to learn the hard way.

But the pain of being eaten alive is nothing compared to the agony of losing LUCY, his daughter, his reason for growing and living and seeing the light of day.

That's an AGONY, physical and mental, that will trap him inside himself forever.

[greatwrath]

@demcnsinmymind ♥’d for a starter

"So, do you still make these moving picture things after the whole hospital catastrophe?" Azrael inquires as she picks around Lance's belongings, inspecting his living quarters as a biologist observes cells under a microscope. "Better yet, do you still make them about, quote-unquote, ghosts?"

She's not sure what she expected to find in a place cohabited by Lance and Azathoth, but it's not quite this. It's much tidier, for starters, for a man who was, until recently, living in an ever-shifting maze of dark service tunnels and nightmarish hospital wards. An interesting reaction to trauma, Azrael notes.

[sanguinelupus]

"I'm a bit concerned as to how Azathoth won the bingo first."

[slidethirtysix]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. @demcnsinmymind sent;; " out of all the places I could be, why would I want to be here with you?"

Jesse had seen a good handful of scary movies. When she began to move around, spending evenings in ratty hotels, she would click around until something caught her eye. Poltergeist had been a good one. But, just like everything, nothing can truly prepare you for the real thing.

Collingwood… They didn’t have much to go on. A report had been filed back in 2003 but had no further leads.  Maybe most of the pages got lost during the lockdown. The hospital carried an ominous loom. Some dark history that left its mark. Stained into every tile and floorboard. The FBC needed more information about this place—along with Lance Preston. He’s briefly mentioned on the censored pages, along with a small group of people, who suddenly went missing. Only for him to appear thirteen years later.

Now, this was a ghost story. This was the real thing.

But you can’t confidently say ‘This house is clean’ and be done with it. In the real world, it isn’t that easy. You don’t always come out in one piece, and, if Lance’s medical history had any truth, Jesse doubts he did.

“I mean, you’re pretty safe here.” Faden gives a quick, small smile closing the door behind herself, excusing the previous interviewer. Even before she entered the room, Polaris had flared up. Signals of empathy, but also caution, tickle the front of her mind. She’s quick to switch places with the previous coworker—something is telling her that maybe she should take this one. Jesse casually approaches the table, taking a seat across from Lance. The Service Weapon is holstered to her hip, as usual. She feels safe but not fully confident about what she’s feeling. What Polaris is trying to tell her. “Plus, this is the capital of weird shit. If you tell me, ‘Hey, I had a burger with bigfoot’ I would be jealous.” Maybe that wasn’t the best opener, but, hey, she tried. The guy wasn't in trouble with the bureau or anything. Hopefully, she’s somewhat convincing. May as well start off on a lighter note before they dive into something heavier, anyway. Did they even have a file on Sasquatch? She’ll have to dig—that would be a great lunch read.

Jesse clears her throat lightly and settles into her seat. Her smile is a bit less playful now.

“Which is kind of why you’re here. We need to talk.”

[kxllerblond]

☕ silly gif sc / @demcnsinmymind

❝ When the hero kills the dragon and everything is all sunshine, rainbows, and warm embraces in front of some overly described sunset and the story ends and we close the book...what do you think happens to the hero? After, I mean. ❞

[huntresscaraquinn]

Closed starter for @demcnsinmymind

Cara was honestly hoping to never see Lance again.

Not because he had a way of frustrating her to no end - to put it mildly - but because she wanted him to heed her warning. She wanted what they experienced in the haunted house to make him turn away from chasing ghosts, and focus on filming something else. Ultimately, she just wanted him to be safe.

But she knew all of that hoping and wanting had been for naught when, as she unpacked her truck after a long hunt, she saw him just standing there, staring at her in the motel parking lot. And the look on his face? She knew it all too well. Which was why she dropped everything at her feet, slowly approaching him as she gently called out, “Lance? Lance, it’s me, it’s Cara. I’m assuming - I’m assuming you’re here for a reason. Why don’t you come inside?” There would be salt lines, and signs, and sigils to protect her - that wouldn’t let anything bad cross the threshold - but in her gut, she wasn’t worried. This wasn’t someone currently in the thick of a supernatural fight; this was someone who had survived one.

[setitallaflame]

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@demcnsinmymind

“You were kind of being a dick earlier,” Reagan replied with a small smirk. “But I told you, I didn’t pay any attention to what was happening to the mutants, either, until I found out I was one. Now would I have gotten excited at the prospect of it all like you did, seeing it as one big adventure movie? No. Still... I lived in my own little bubble, I didn’t worry about other people’s problems or what they were going through. So you know, you apologized, I accepted, not to mention you didn’t give me up and you got me away from the Purifiers, so we’re good.” Then he was talking about something normal - work, what a concept - and she was glad to jump into a conversation that didn’t involve her running for her life, if only for a moment. “I don’t know, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with creative or artsy, but I used to paint before all of this. However, if you want to switch things up, what kind of projects do you want to do now? What kind of projects will earn you the big bucks?” She then slowly nodded her head as he spoke of his ‘boring’ upbringing, responding, “Mine was pretty uneventful, too. To the point where I went out of my way to make it eventful - I loved sneaking into clubs, seeing bands play, dancing until it hurt to breathe. But looking back? That was still normal. Still ‘boring.’ And I would give anything to go back. Trust me, speaking from experience... ‘Boring’ is a luxury. A privilege. Enjoy it.”

Reagan simply nodded when he apologized about Ryder before shaking her head, “You don’t understand. Ryder was a genius. And I’m not exaggerating when I say that, I mean an honest-to-goodness genius. He was going to change the world. My parents - who are also brilliant - saw that and... They were so excited. Whereas I was - I was the fuck up. The black sheep. The hurricane. So if I’m ultimately the reason that my brother is dead, that means.... The wrong twin is gone.” She dropped her gaze, staring at her hands in her lap when he brought up the idea of them continuing to drive for a while longer. To put more space between them and the Purifiers, with him adding that it was kind of therapeutic, and it was. She was getting a moment to catch her breath. Still, she pointed out, “I’m game if you are. But you have to know now that any time you spend with me, you’re taking a chance. A risk. So if that becomes too much for you at any point, feel free to chuck me out. Hell, I appreciate you taking me as far as you have.”

[bitchheroine]

@demcnsinmymind liked for a tiny starter! <3

"I got a question for ya... you've been vocal, and not entirely unfairly so, about your complete hate on for demons. So why, pray tell, do you keep hanging around?" Meg asks, a cigarette loosely pinched between two of her fingers. The alley they're standing in reminds her of the night she saved his life, though she's grateful tonight seems to hold less adventure.

"Why give so much time to one of the things you hate most, Lance? if I didn't know any better... I'd say you liked me."

[thatslayer]

🖭 (mixtape thingy)

Gimme a 🖭 for my muse to make your muse a mix tape

You're So Vain - Carly Simon

Monster - Eminem ft. Rihanna

Leave a Light On (Talk the Dark Away) - Papa Roach

Tired of You - Foo Fighters

All I Want - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Celebrity Skin - Hole

Toy Soldiers - Martika

Straight, White Man - Bo Burnham

[orphanedshadow]

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He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the shapeless masses that were still fighting each other all around them, barely unable to tell which one was ‘his’. And the more she talked, the more a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if he was starting to become something similar. Because he certainly had his days when he could barely tell himself apart from it anymore. But then he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and shook his head angrily. Because no. He wasn’t like them. He was human. Despite it all, he was still himself. And that mattered the most to him. When she talked about snapping his head, it sent a shiver down his spine. And not just because this was a horrifying thing to hear and picture, but also because just like that, one of the two shapeless masses let go of the other with a maddening roar and went straight for him, trying to reclaim, re-possess and…protect? Claim its territory? Lance didn’t quite know. And it didn’t really matter anyway because in here it didn’t work. Not after everything she’d done with that ritual of hers, everything she shoved into his skull to try and free him in some way, give him back his control. It went right through him, producing that shiver down his spine, and then went right at the other shadow again when it tried to come at him next. Definitely not a fun sight next to the snapped neck comment. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Lance took a step back and scanned the hallways around them once more to get a better grip on where to go. And the sheer thought of that basement, of him really having to go there again, actually made him curse. “Fuck”  pressed out through gritted teeth, but the more he looked at those shapeless masses fighting, the more he figured that maybe the memory of that room was gonna be the lesser evil here. So he took all the courage he could gather, and turned on his heels to get going. But not before shooting another final look at her, too. “Okay. I’ll do it. I’m gonna go look for it now. Are you coming along for this, or am I supposed to do this on my own?”

Kara hadn’t been able to resist the urge to reach out as her shadow passed, a few tendrils lingering even after it returned to that lethal dance. They clung to her fingers as she brought them to rest just above her heart, the thin wisps of darkness helping to ease the empty feeling that had been plaguing her since the entity had manifested itself. It helped her feel a little bit more solid, less like a soul adrift with no anchor, and with that feeling came a slight sigh of relief.

“I should accompany you, just in case you require someone to pull you back to reality…and the anchoring process is one you should ideally be walked through.”

As well it would do her no good to be left alone here, not when it was clearly a manifestation of the other’s consciousness. Who knew how much damage could be caused by a simple miss-step, or if one of the shadowy entities managed to gain the upper hand. It was not a clear-cut scenario, and Kara was not as certain about things as she would like to seem. This was nothing she had ever done before, and while the earlier ritual was nothing too out of her realm of expertise, this was something she had only read about.

“You will have to find a part of your identity that you consider to be solid. For many it is their name, or date of birth, or some other bit of information. For others it is a memory, an item, or even a location. Whatever it is you must find a way to plant it at the heart of this place, and change it to become yours and yours alone. A sort of refuge, or a reminder of who you are. Something that the entity can not touch, no matter how hard it tries.”