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❛ that we’re still good? that i didn’t just fuck this up would be nice to hear. ❜ that soft twitch under her skin is now a full blown itch, setting her skin on fire— carmen practically leaps up from the sofa, snatching a cigarette & the lighter from the pack as she storms away. all she wants ( always about what you want ), is to have sio with her forever. yeah, it doesn’t have to be set in stone ( the demon knows that ), but carmen’s just so— stuck on this. sio’s the only thing that can’t fade. he’s immortal, like her & she wants something to show that ( so fucking childish ). ❛ look— if you didn’t want that, why didn’t you just say? ❜

expression shifts into confusion as she stands, though he remains disinterested in her underlying emotions for him. one arm comes up to rest on the couch cushion, other holds the cigarette he takes a second drag from. he’s becoming irritated, ANNOYED by her attachment to him, clenches his jaw before he speaks again. “ fuck’d you expect me to say? m’not your fuckin’ bitch, clingy isn’t hot babe. “ hostile, suddenly so COLD. granted, it could change in the beat of a heart. not one for STABILITY.

and just like that he softens, reaches out and grabs her wrist with a gentle grasp. pulls her close to him and sits up. “ i don’t hate you babe. you know i’d kill for ya. “ smiles up at her, reaches his free hand up to rest against her cheek. “ don’t be sad. “

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bold which habits your muse has

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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interactions don’t have to be 40 responses long, people don’t always talk forever! if you want to write something small and shortlived just to develop your character and display some kind of trait or behavior that doesn’t need to have a plot behind it surrounding it, that’s ok with me just let me know!!

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her proposal STRESSES HIM OUT, hates the idea of being trapped into some sort of ownership. half worried she’ll try, even without his permission. hand reaches to pull out a pack of cigarettes, flicks open the container and fits one between his lips. he lights it before he answers her, and taking a slow drag he lets the smoke linger in his lungs. blows it away from her and finally gives her a shrug, voice suddenly disinterested despite their previous actions and the way his lips were just tugging at soft skin.  “ don’t really know what the fuck ya want me to say. already gave you an answer, darling. “ head cants dramatically and his eyes are on her again, stares at her with cold confidence.

❛ neither am i, you know that— babe. ❜ she lets herself be moved, body going rigged— hates being rejected. always has. sets her on edge, makes her skin itch & stomach ache. the demon grits her teeth, sliding ( grudgingly ) to the seat next to him. won’t look at him, she’ll just sulk. look! she’s even pouting.  ❛ i know that but— we could still do something, right? ❜

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Hey I'm just curious but you come to my blog a lot and reblog stuff but don't follow me, I was wondering why?

sorry i didnt answer this sooner BUT im not sure which blog you are since you’re on anon but you’re probably one of the blogs that i visit for aesthetic purposes, and that means i really like your blog and the aesthetic but i am a role play blog so i dont wanna follow a bunch of aesthetic blogs and have that be the only thing i see, so i have like 3 or 4 blogs i visit to reblog shit a lot, but i dont follow them so i can keep the dash mainly writing stuff. :0

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packing the cigarette pack. It just kind of forces the tobacco towards the filters so it doesn't come out before they're lit and doesn't get wasted when you're moving around with the pack and stuff.

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lucifers smile looks like c: its so cute lmao

C:

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@nekrotier

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is there actually a reason to slam a pack of cigarettes against your palm a couple times before you open them? because if so siobhan doesnt know what it is he just does it bc it looks hot

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the word MASTER sets a lump in his throat that manifests into irritation, borders on the edge of anger. his expression hardens, hand on her hip is suddenly pushing her away. “ i’ll pass baby, not really into BDSM. “ he wasn’t a fucking DOG, didn’t like being treated like one. he sits up now, avoids looking at her and he’s feeling a little betrayed. “ ‘sides, don’t got a soul anyway. lucifer’s got it, go talk to him. “

❛ it’s easy, see, ❜ the succubus shrugs a wayward lock over her shoulder, shivering softly at the feel of sio’s tongue against her throat— she shouldn’t enjoy baring her throat ( especially to a creature so notorious of tearing throats out ), but she trusts sio, which is what put her in this mindset. see, carmen’s got it in her head that they are pretty permanent. i mean, two creatures of the night that just so “happen,” to have met over a century ago, start a relationship, lose ties with each other ( carmen’s fault ) only to find each other yet again, healthy ( as healthy as they can be ) & happy to see each other? of course the demon’s gonna think it has to mean something ( like anything has really meant something with you carmen ).  ❛ all you gotta do is let me be your master, like not own your soul or shit like that but— i’m sure there’s someway that a succubus & hellhound can be tied, right? we’re both demons at the end of the day. ❜

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nice to know you support someone who romanticizes sexual assault and mental disorders :)

https://vine.co/v/e96wWPBiiTE

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 Melanie’s Gingerbread Man!

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WTF MELANIE RELEASED A NEW SONG ???????

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“ seen my fair share of gods with small dicks babe, wouldn’t be that surprised. n’hey what the hell is a demigod anyway? ya only do half of what a god can? “

            ❛    tha’ doesn’t make sense.  gods, anyways,                  who knows. guess you’ll have ta’ find out.    ❜

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                didn’t expect much else from the kid, doesn’t really strike siobhan as the type to be into CANNIBALISM. there’s a sigh and the slight shake of his head as if he’s disappointed, eyes watch stiles as he steps away from the bodies. “ was gonna let ya have the arm but you blew your chance. “ reaches down and grabs an odd chunk from the freezer, one that doesn’t really have a definitive shape, tries to make it easy on him. lifts it up and there’s some blood that streaks down his arms and stains his skin with roads of red, drips off his elbows and meets with stains on the concrete below him. other hand reaches to shove the top closed and with it another burst of that PUTRID air is released into the area.

he’s turning away, headed towards the base of the stairs. “ not much of a chef, you like salt n’pepper ?? “

                  ❛ oh — god, what the HELL? ❜ the smell hits him so hard he stumbles back a few steps, an arm coming up so he can press his nose into his sleeve and block out the horrid smell. tries to breathe through his nose with the repugnant scent of CORPSES and dismembered limbs wafting freely from the opened freezer. his stomach twists unhappily, bile souring his throat. 

he’s going to throw up. 

face contorted in a WINCE, stiles swallows roughly and ignores how it feels like thumbtacks going down and rests uneasily in his stomach. his gaze darts from the meat freezer to the man, expression still blatantly upset.  ❛ —- sorry, i’m gonna have to pass  on picking which hunk of human flesh i want to eat on the account of the fact that i’m not a freaking CANNIBAL  but thanks for the offer. ❜ not. 

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i just want to talk about how much i love ally’s character @desclates follow :/ her :/