#demcnsinmymind

[badassxbirdy]

Matt. Poor fucking Matt… “Whose first pick was he? Or is this just more of your cryptic bullshit?” If he didn’t last long… well, to be honest she can’t decide if that outcome was better or worse than the alternative. A question occurs to her then, something that she hasn’t given enough thought to before. “Why Lance? You had a whole crew of people to— why him?”

His shins really hurt, you know.

Her expression finally falters, just for a moment, but it’s too obvious to hide. It’s not because of the way it snarls at her, not it's anger, but the one thing that’ll always give it the upper hand: How scared she is of her friend getting hurt. How scared she is of being the one to cause it.

“Oh, I ‘get it’ just fine. Why else do you think I haven’t evicted your ass? Doesn’t make you any less fucked by the time I’m done. Seems like you’re the one who doesn’t understand yet. For somethin’ so smart, you really are an idiot.”

Despite that brief waver in her glaring, her anger hasn’t faded in the slightest. The cambion is actually smiling a little while she stares at it, letting herself picture all the ways she wants to hurt this thing. She knows oh so many methods of inflicting pain on demons. It’s just a shame she doesn’t have her powers. They would make it so much easier to hurt this thing and not him…

As for the thought of Lance liking his parasite, she is very much in favour of continuing to ignore that, convinced that it’s a fucking lie anyway. Of course Lance is afraid of it, who wouldn’t be? But then there’s that little voice of doubt that reminds her of some of his past comments. That it had saved him. That it had kept him safe. How he’d inadvertently scared her with his talk at the motel, even before the creature inside him had decided to have a little chat with her itself… All things which she shoves to the back of her mind, conveniently ignoring them, just as it said. Lance didn’t enjoy it, he was just scared of what would happen without it. That was all it was. That was all it was. The parasite wasn’t worth listening to.

Its reaction to her anger is unexpected, that sniff far more unsettling than anything else it’s done thus far. She freezes for a moment. It’s so close that she can barely bring herself to breathe, and she’s fairly certain she’ll lose her lunch all over his shirt if she even tries, but that somehow doesn’t stop the little sound of disgust that escapes her. Nor does it stop the shudder that runs up her spine.

Her extremely limited self-control is stretched far beyond its limit. She just barely holds onto it when his head moves lower, but it slips entirely when it twirls her hair. The cambion grabs Lance’s wrist, harshly shoving away his hand.

Beast.

She’d be offended if most people, if most things, said something like that to her. But coming from this asshole? When she’s this angry? Oh, that’s just fine.

“I can think of a few people who’d tell you how much you don’t want to see that. Too bad they’re all too dead to fill you in.”

@dcmcnsinmymind

"No, she did not" it laughed, the gloves off entirely now. "None of them did, you're right" it went on because frankly....it was true. None of them had hit quite the spot. "Well. Dear Matt was the most promising, actually. Was even their first pick. I'm afraid he didn't last very long though. Oh no. I was always all eyes for this."

This being the chest rising and falling far more steadily by now, far more pronounced. Lance, but a minute or so from being back altogether.

"I'm the one that's holding it together, Tyler. That's the detail you still don't seem to quite get, do you?" Azathoth said with a dismissive snort, though the laughing and grinning had gone by now, replaced with something else. That glint in its eye again. "Do you want another showcase? I'm sure if I withdraw right now he'll be quite the show for you still. Though I'm not too fond of another rerun just so you finally get it" it went on, the last bit turning into a sudden and harsh snarl, eyes burning with disgust and rage already. What followed was another short stretch of tense silence, a true staring match by now.

"His shins really hurt, you know. Who knows what he'll bump into next. We don't want that, do we?"

Shortly after, it was back again. Another laugh. Barking, but without the smiling or grinning now. Mad and furious instead, but ending just as abruptly as it had come. Only to be replaced by an almost soft, velvety voice instead. Sounding so pleased with itself. Relishing that truth thoroughly.

"He's not scared of me, Tyler. Add that to the list of many things you chose to ignore - so conveniently I might add. Because that'd only lead up to the next uncomfortable question for you, wouldn't it?....'Why?' Why, oh just why is our dear friend not scared of me? After everything he saw and sees me do, hm?" it asked her, giving her a theatrical pouting face and but a second to answer, followed by a distinct fingerpoint at her.

"And there lies the problem for you, doesn't it? You don't like the answer to that question. The fact that he likes me. Likes it. Enjoys the benefits more than he can bring himself to care about consequences. Just as he always has by the way...way before me" it reminded her with a wink.

When she got right in its face, it met her with another incessant stare and a genuine smirk at last. Lopsided and barely there, but enough to make it clear - just a hint of respect and interest in it. It gave her a long, hard and unblinking look for a good minute or more, only to lean in closer and give her a deep and long sniff.

"You know..." it muttered while moving Lance's head closer and to the other side of her neck, lower still, to her chest. "I think I actually like you like this" Azathoth went on, followed by a sickening little chuckle. "The shivering scared-y cat can only do so much for you" Leaning back a little again so they can be face to face again, it meets her with a wicked grin. "Especially when we both know it's just a mask that hides the beast inside." It starts twirling her hair like the strings of a harp as it bares the teeth it's currently in possession, almost playfully so - if it weren't so grotesque to look at.

"Yessss...I can't wait for you to show me more of your teeth."

[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. ❞

[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."

[badassxbirdy]

@demcnsinmymind A Christmas present for Lance!

“Because everyone needs an ugly Christmas jumper or two. Or twelve. Which one of these little guys do you think would be Peanut? The DJ?”

[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. ❞

[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.”

[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 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]

continued from (x) with @demcnsinmymind

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.”