#infernumerigo

[freebcrn-blog]

“if they don’t change the fuckin’ channel, i’m about to smash this two dollar glass into the screen.” his fingers drummed against the aforementioned glass as he stared heavily at the television screen. he had told the bar tender to change it twice. there was a game on channel twenty six, they had been on that before. but then some prick down the bar had slipped the tender a twenty and they suddenly were watching some fucked up news channel, that was detailing how climate change wasn’t real. turning towards the man to his left, he smiled what he hoped was a charming smile, despite how buzzed and on edge he felt.  “hand me that ashtray? it’s heavier than my glass, man. i’m gonna fuck this place up.”

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[onlyliberty-a]

    “--- Anyway, so here’s me thinkin’ ‘the bigger they are the harder they fall’, so I just try to tackle him before he stuffs the poor kid into the bin, ‘n I swear to god it was like I’d run face first into a brick wall,” James explains, index fingers tapping against the slowly fading bruise on his cheekbone. “The bastard doesn’t even move, just looks at me like I’d dropped my pants and took a shit on his shoes---!”     @infernumerigo.    starter for uncle john.

[samaelnomcre]

      “ We tried to run, we tried to hide in fear of losing ourselves. We tried to keep it all inside so we don’t hurt someone else! ”

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[tcrnishedgracea]

@infernumerigo | sc

“the fuck are you supposed to be?” thaddeus didn’t try to stop the words from coming out - the last time he’d had a surprise visitor, he’d gotten an angel blade to the chest. not something he was looking to repeat. “if you’re looking for shit to steal, man, you messed with the wrong guy.”

[langdonxmichael]

Hurried footsteps on pavement, the sound of staccato, frantic breathing. All of these sounds seemed to echo at night when the streets were empty of their usual hustle and bustle. A blonde haired boy rushed past with three other teens hot on his trail.

Suddenly, he hit a dead end and was forced to turn and face his sneering peers. The clothes he wore looked brand new, right down to the sneakers. His eyes, pale blue, were wide. He seemed lost. Scared. And perhaps his greatest weakness at the moment, soft.

He curled both his hands into fists, still breathing heavily and that’s when a certain sinister energy could be felt. Something big was coming, something dangerous.

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[chokethelight]

        “Yeah, seems like that happens every other week.” It was enough to make him groan. “Every demon is powerful; i’m powerful, but do you see me goin’ out an’ trying to destroy the world?” A pause. “No, don’t answer that - whatever. Buy me a twelve pack of beers an’ i’ll think about it.” Rather, he was already going to help, but... at least a drink would help be some incentive for doing a decent job. 

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[miightyfallen-archive]

“John. We need to talk. Take a seat and order a beer.” 

[boogyslcyer]

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“ — you mind explainin’ what you got me to shoot? ”

[ghostconjured-a]

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“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

Klaus shook his head adamantly, backing away as he spoke. Really, thanks to the visibility that his father had given him to the public when he was younger, it wasn’t all that uncommon for people to approach him and ask him to summon ghosts - usually it was long-lost family or friends, though he did get the occasional person who wanted him to summon someone who held answers that no one else could give them or who simply desired to meet someone famous who was long dead.

This was new, though, and he liked it even less.

“I’m not an Ouija board, alright? You can’t just ask me to talk to ghosts, I don’t - I don’t do that, okay?” He ran a hand over his face, trying to keep calm. Just the idea of it freaked him out - nowadays he caught glimpses, he had moments when a few ghosts started to show up, but that was it. The idea of actually summoning one, of what he’d have to open himself to... It was terrifying. “Not anymore. I - I can’t.”

[samaelnomcre]

infernumerigo said:   💫

💫 a late night text.

[ sms: Constantine-y Peeny] :: Are you still among the conscious?  [ sms: Constantine-y Peeny] :: I could do with your assistance! [ sms: Constantine-y Peeny] :: My Penthouse. PRONTO! [ sms: Constantine-y Peeny] :: DEMON DILEMMA!

@infernumerigo | texting starters | accepting.

[tcrnishedgracea]

@infernumerigo | sc

“well well, john constantine. still alive and walking the earth. that’s... impressive.” azazel drawled, leaned against the frame of the door. “really. i’ve heard all about your exploits, anyone else would have been dragged down to the deepest pit and would have never escaped. not until there was nothing left of them.”

[langdonxmichael]

Continued from here:

He’s taller now. Impeccably dressed in clothes that seemed tailored to fit every inch of his lean, yet impressively lithe frame. Jeweled rings adorning slender fingers. The blonde curls are gone, replaced with luxuriously long locks. His eyes are still a piercing shade of pale blue, but there’s a coldness to them now.

Everything is calculated, right down to the smile he puts on in response to Constantine’s question. “I’m not entirely sure. Ending me could be quite the trial and error process.”

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[chokethelight]

    “Respect is EARNED through ACTIONS not given so freely like some petty dabbler who has no sense of STYLE.” Though, considering what Beck wore most of the time? That was saying something…. even if he did have a sense for DRAMATICS. “And smells WORSE than a nursing home.”

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[panamastayed]

@infernumerigo​––––STARTER CALL ( ACCEPTING ! )

“SHIT.”

HE PAUSES, glancing at his shoulder seeing LUCIUS had snuck his way onto Karter’s shoulder, the feline giving a SMALL lick to his nose before Karter’s glance fixates on John for a second. FOR ONCE they were actually going out to eat considering recent successes. A breath escapes him as he glances around the room before running a hand across his face.

“John? Care t’intervene here?”

[diviniteceleste-a]

‘ everything about you screams danger. ’ // @ war?

there was an unmistakable furious crimson glow to the horseman’s eyes as they lazily traveled to the man that stood before him. relaxed was his prevailing posture, though his blond frowned brows gave away a demeanor of severity.

          ❛ the word war strikes fear from most. war evokes despair, sorrow, bloodshed and death.  it is an inevitable conflict as seen on this world and i am its very definition as i bring it wherever i may roam. ❜

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[oddyssea]

@infernumerigo–––––––LOCAL GREEK MAN ORALLY RECOUNTS GREEK EPIC STARTER ( accepting ! )

“TH’story a ORPHEUS & EURYDICE...”

HE TRAILS off, the mind swirling like CLOUDS in his mind pooling and creating the memories of the story he’d heard long ago, A HUM escaping him as he glances at John for a second before shaking his head ever so idly.

“Orpheus was a gifted musician, so great in fact that people said trees would bend t’his will jus’ t’hear his music...one day he met a woman EURYDICE, whom he fell in love with an’ married...but on their wedding day she was bitten by a poisonous snake and died...”