A Demon After All

feelthereaper: prettylittledemon: He startles awake from his dream - more like nightmare - and...

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:11:07 -0400

prettylittledemon:

He startles awake from his dream - more like nightmare - and sits up, breathing heavy for a few moments as he looks around, making sure nothing has changed in the apartment. Karen runs a hand through his hair in frustration and slides out of the bed when he sees that it’s still somewhat early and he can hear Maria moving around in the bathroom, a welcome sound after his latest imagining. He doesn’t bother sneaking around since she’ll see him in the mirror and walks up behind her, leaning down some and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, his lips pressed to her shoulder as he takes a moment to realize that yes, Maria is okay, it was just a dream and everything is okay.

Already the dream that’d woken her up was gone from her mind and memory- something dreadful, that was the only thing left behind, the small sense of fear and sadness. The soft blinking of the light from the alarm clock caught her attention for a moment from the bathroom mirror, pale eyes glancing from her reflection to the bedroom for a moment, the quiet serving as a better urge that had gotten her out of bed to make sure she was still alright herself. Her lips tugged into a small smile as she heard Karen get up, head tipping up slightly as she heard him make his way over, watching him in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Seems she wasn’t the only one that hadn’t been able to sleep all too well. “Bad dream too?” she asked quietly, soft voice barely audible this early in the morning.

Karen grunts softly in agreement, tilting his head slightly to look at her in the mirror, his vision still a little blurred from sleep. She looks whole there, too, so his disquiet is calmed further and he lets out a soft sigh against her shoulder and straightens up a bit, resting his chin on her head instead. “Yeah, just a really bad dream is all. At least there were no torn sheets this time.” He gave her a small smile at the half joke, since they generally didn’t mention the time he’d gone missing and come back after three weeks all wigged out and demony. He is clearly still exhausted, dark rings around his eyes from the lack of sleep he’d been getting lately, and a barely suppressed yawn makes him shake. “You don’t normally leave bed when you have a bad dream. Something different?”

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Thu, 16 May 2013 00:54:34 -0400

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He startles awake from his dream - more like nightmare - and sits up, breathing heavy for a few...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 02:53:54 -0400

He startles awake from his dream - more like nightmare - and sits up, breathing heavy for a few moments as he looks around, making sure nothing has changed in the apartment. Karen runs a hand through his hair in frustration and slides out of the bed when he sees that it’s still somewhat early and he can hear Maria moving around in the bathroom, a welcome sound after his latest imagining. He doesn’t bother sneaking around since she’ll see him in the mirror and walks up behind her, leaning down some and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, his lips pressed to her shoulder as he takes a moment to realize that yes, Maria is okay, it was just a dream and everything is okay.

shotgunshellsandfeathers: She was home early— the hunters who’d...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 02:31:51 -0400

shotgunshellsandfeathers:

She was home early— the hunters who’d ambushed Karen hadn’t expected Maria for at least another four hours. By then they’d hoped to be done, by either exorcising the incubus or just leaving behind a body that she’d have to find. Karen screamed, black eyes frantic ally flicking between the two hunters who’d trapped him in the sigil to Maria’s pale face when she halted in the doorway, fear and panic as clear as day on her features.
It was one of the hunters who made her seem to vanish- Maria seemingly vanishing when the large man lunged for her to try and grab her- sharp swearing insults of “Christ- she’s a demon too!” from both men as Karen tried to force his way past the sigil keeping him pinned to the small section of the polished hardwood floor of the apartment. “Maria- please, go, just leave before-” Karen pleaded, the demon able to see where she was as she tried to make her way to him- a vain attempt to try and save him.
Her appearance flickered in front of the circle, the tiny woman trying wildly to scratch a line through the paint on the ground to free him- squealing loudly and fearfully when she was grabbed by the hair and hauled back- Karen’s name on her lips as she screamed.
There was a gunshot and everything seemed to go still- pale eyes widen as paper white fingers shakily tried to apply pressure to the rapidly bleeding hole in her chest- before time started to move once more.
“She was human- she wasn’t like me” Karen hissed out, the last conscious thought he could remember before nothing but red filled his vision and mind.
It seemed to be hours that had passed before the incubus became aware once more, rage and fury subsiding to allow grief to run it’s course when the black faded from his eyes. The floors were cracked, the Devil’s Trap broken, blood and gore from both hunters splattered everywhere, Maria relatively untouched by the mess. Unfocused eyes stared back up at Karen as he dropped to his knees, unshed tears stinging at his eyes as he hesitantly reached for her, pulling the small body into his arms, cradling her gently as if she were sleeping.
Bloodied hands left streaks of red as he tried to brush her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear- tears falling and landing on her pale face, rolling down her cheek as if she were the one weeping instead.
“I’m sorry, Maria, I’m so sorry.” He rasped, voice cracking as he spoke, “I’m sorry.”

Let's take a fucking step back and examine

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 01:34:10 -0400

asiraiparthenopaeus:

ANON HATE

First of all; IF YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SOMETHING SOMEONE DOES ON THEIR BLOG, IT IS NOT YOUR JOB TO INVADE THEIR SPACE AND BE A RUDE PIECE OF SHIT ABOUT IT. AND IF YOU DO IT, DON’T DO IT ANONYMOUSLY. YOU WOULDN’T WANT IT DONE TO YOU, SO DON’T DO IT TO SOMEONE ELSE. NO ONE DESERVES IT, I DON’T CARE IF THEY ATE TEN BABIES ALIVE AND SACRIFICED VIRGINS TO SATAN.

DON’T FUCKING DO IT.

Secondly; Do not, under any circumstances ever, TELL SOMEONE THAT THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE IT WORSE OFF. DEPRESSION AND DISORDERS AND ABUSERS DO NOT DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN RACE, AGE, SEX, GENDER, ETC;. FROM THE PRETTY ‘WHITE GIRL’ AT SCHOOL TO THE AFRICAN AMERICAN TRANSGENDER BOY, IT DOES NOT MATTER WHO ‘HAS IT WORSE’. IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO JUDGE THAT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU DO NOT LIVE WITH THIS PERSON ON A DAILY BASIS.

YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING MORE THAN WHAT THEY TELL YOU, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP, THANK YOU.

Third; If you’re going to insult someone or make them feel like shit just because you don’t like something they do or say, don’t use a fucking mask you asshole. Put your big boy panties on and talk to someone about something you have a problem with like a civilized human being instead of hiding behind a mask and being an asshole for no reason other than your ass was chapped by something inconsequential like someone ranting about their feelings, especially if it’s below a read more.

No one is twisting your arm to read them. No one is holding a gun to your head. If you don’t like it, don’t respond to it or just don’t read it. No it doesn’t make you an insensitive asshole to ignore them or purposely pass them by. What makes you an insensitive asshole is kicking someone when they are obviously already down.

THINK about what you are saying and whether or not you would be hurt if someone said the same words to you. I don’t care if you’re writing hate to Adolf Hitler himself, stop and fucking think about what your words could do to someone else. Think about the fact that your one little insult could push someone far enough over the edge to end their own life.

Do you want someone’s blood on your hands?

Don’t do it, period. Write something in a word document, wait until you’re not upset anymore, go back and read it. And be ashamed of yourself for thinking it’s okay to hurt someone else with those words just because you disagreed with something they said.

Don’t send anon hate, ever. You never know what the outcome might be for someone who just needs a kind word and gets someones unnecessary cruelty instead.

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Reblog by 1/13/13 at midnight and I'll draw your character

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 23:34:47 -0500

shinymeloetta:

shinymeloetta:

Everyone is doing these and I don’t have many followers so I don’t think I’ll get half as many as some people but-

IF PEOPLE REBLOG thIS ILL BE REALLY HAPPY also the drawing will be chibi I hope you don’t mind.

I’ll contact those who reblogged it and ask for a the characters name and a reference/description of them!

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leafeon420: Do you ever see your otp and aggressively whisper, you adorable little shits

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 02:20:41 -0500

leafeon420:

Do you ever see your otp and aggressively whisper, you adorable little shits

feelthereaper started following you

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 02:09:05 -0500

feelthereaper:

prettylittledemon:

There was a split second where he realized that he was probably a foot and a half taller than her and he could almost feel the heat reach his cheeks because he was just a little embarrassed by his height. “Yeah, I know that feeling. You’d think I’d be louder, lumbering around, but I guess people don’t hear me when I walk much.” He smiled shyly and shrugged, as if trying to emphasize his point to some extent. He really wasn’t very good at talking to people, so he wasn’t really sure why he’d approached her.

He was fascinating. Maria glanced down after a moment, mentally scolding herself for being so rude and just staring up at him. But he was different- taller for one, towering in over people who towered of her (which was just about everyone)- which was somewhat refreshing in a way. Not to mention he was polite, almost painfully so. “Don’t feel so bad, I apparently startle people too”, not that her mutation helped when it came to that. As useful as it could be. A small smile tugged back onto her lips- an attempt to be hopeful and bright as she could manage.

His smile widened somewhat at the idea that someone as small and unassuming as this girl could startle anyone at all. “Really? I don’t mean it to sound rude, but that seems unlikely, that you’d startle people I mean.” Karen ran a rand trough his blue hair, the corners of his lips twitching up into a wider smile. “I’d be surprised if you could startle me, even. My name’s Karen, by the way.”