"I hate to break it to you, Lucifer, but I realized", he trails off, then a deadpan stare. "You have exactly no rizz." Cain learned that word from Gabriel, don't mind him. 🧍♂️
Lucifer looked confused or a moment. All that collective mythos & Biblical threat, but right now he just looked like a guy at a bus stop who’d been told his shoes were untied, then checked & realized he wasn’t even wearing shoes at all.
❝ Define ‘rizz.’ ❞ Lucifer said, flattening the two syllables like dough. Lucifer blinked. The effect was as disorienting as if a statue had wobbled. ❝ & where are you even hearing such words ? ❞
Lucifer huffed, a micro-wrinkle creased between his eyebrows. ❝ It is hard to participate in these exchanges when you are always grafting new terms onto language. You & your many tribes. I’m taking it another fancy Winchester word ? ❞
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@cainevesson ;; basement yard prompts (still accepting)
Cain asked: "What kind of a question is that?"
"WELL, IT JUST TURNED INTO A RHETORICAL ONE because your face is answer enough right now." He'd genuinely hoped Dean's gentle teasing had been nothing but bullying, but apparently, the hunter had been right with his offhand remarks. "Oh god. I can't believe you're fucking my clown brother, Cain." He rubs his hands over his face, feeling something akin to despair crawl up his spine. His choice of words should tell Cain a thing or two just what Castiel thinks about him and Gabriel having fun in between the sheets. How is the trickster archangel better than the fruit stand lady!
Molten honey eyes GLEAM at him LEONINE, flashing comet trails that are gone with a pretty tilt of her head and a flutter of lashes. His calloused palm is DEADLY HOT against her smooth skin, the brief comical thought of BIBLICAL FIRE flashes through her mind before being lost to the PRESS of her body further into his space. Not prying for the release of her hand instead utilizing the security of his grip to BURROW nearer.
Her laugh sounds like SUNSHINE, deliberately flicking her gaze to his lips and back to his eyes. His HESITATION pours SYRUPY GREED into an already RAVENOUS heart. Her face tips back, shimmering glossed lips practically stealing a breath.
❝Y'know what none of those words are, baby?❞ Her voice is some SIREN'S HUSH, unwilling to shatter the moment with any higher of a decibel. Her free hand moves to lay her palm flat on his chest, fingers splayed like a STAR.
❝They weren't stop,❞ teases out of her mouth from behind SERRATED FANGS. She's close enough to be enveloped by his smell, all heat and pine forest and dark pretty things. ╭IT MAKES HER TEETH ACHE╮
Everything about him felt different. Was it that obvious to the casual onlooker, too? The Corinthian had hoped he was doing a better job of hiding it, but he felt awful.
The first thing that indicated to him something was wrong, was when he fell asleep.
Nightmares don't sleep.
And when he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His limbs felt heavy, his stomach ached, his head pounded in a way he'd never experienced before. He had stepped outside in the hopes fresh air would cure him, or at least he would put distance between himself and whatever cursed object was causing this misery. He subsequently discovered that balance was harder to maintain and the sun was too damn bright.
Cain had obviously spotted his disorientation even before the Nightmare had noticed the encroaching Demon and tried to play it cool. His smile was too forced, tightly stretched over grinding teeth.
note: i'm turning this meme on its head a bit. this is from the pov of the "host" azazel used to create tom and meg.
tw for body horror, gore, childbirth, pregnancy, religious abuse. putting this under the cut because it's LONG.
meme & accepting
Sharp claws dug through skin. Her screams pierced the air . . . yet no one was going to come to save her. This was her own doing, her own deal she had made with the yellow-eyed angel that had come to her from above. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Childbirth was supposed to be a miracle - yet every minute she spent carrying her children, she felt weaker and weaker. She had supposed that this was normal - a mother was supposed to do anything for her children. Yet, by the end, she could barely eat, drink, walk, or even sleep.
She was plagued by dreams of fire, brimstone, and dark creatures slashing her skin. Creatures shaped by thorns, a sharp tail, skulls, and bat-like wings. The glistening of the yellow-eyed angel's eyes in the background, a sick smile twisted along his face. She thought he was an angel . . . how could he watch her be torn open again and again? She woke up twisted in her sheets, in a cold sweat.
She had tried to describe this to her husband, yet he said she was sick. That with daily prayer, God would heal her dreams. He was testing her after bestowing her with the gift of life after all - the yellow eyed angel had come from above due to their devout faith. With that, she continued her daily prayer, just as her husband suggested. Her symptoms only worsened.
She began speaking in tongues by the sixth month during these nightmares. She began to reawaken covered in blood, laying facedown and undressed on the edge of the woods. The slashes that she had believed were in her dreams, began to appear on her skin, oozing and infected. Her husband demanded the pastor and doctor - both who had deemed her as dabbling with witchcraft. That she must have lied about the yellow-eyed angel to cover up her misdeeds. She clearly was possessed and being punished by God for breaking faith.
The final months, she spent confined to a bed in the basement of the church. Her prayers were replaced by laughter and demands in Latin. She was doused in holy water hourly, her skin becoming crisp and burnt, her black pupils encompassing her once brown eyes. The children inside of her writhed in pain.
The yellow-eyed angel came to her one final time. He was no angel. His once bright, white angelic wings were now crisped - burnt to black. Blood dripped from them, as his beautiful angelic face turned skeletal. Those yellow eyes glowed through his empty sockets, and the same twisted grin on his face. He told her that he was here for his children. Not hers - his. That's when the unbearable pain began.
Her skin was stretched and torn, bloody and broken as her children crawled out. The creatures in her dreams - it was them. They had plagued her dreams for months, it was them who had been causing her to speak in tongues, waking up in unknown places covered in blood. They had taken her as their vessel as they grew, sucking on her like a leech, and once they had taken every ounce of her, they tore her open and became reborn.
Her final memory was the yellow-eyed demons twisted grin as he gathered his children. She awoke on their rack in Hell.
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What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?
the be honest meme.
Confidence. LMFAOOOOOO.
No fr. People seem to be triggered by self-esteem on this hell site and TBH if you can actually back it up then go for it. I support you. Hell YES even. Get a big head, claim youre the best, just back it up. Because if you dont then you just look stupid and that's entertaining for me too tbh.
Also anon hate. I don't mind anon hate. Like I get why other people do, and I 100% agree it just should not exist and sending it automatically makes you like a little bitch lmfao. But it doesn't bother me when I get it. It's enrichment.
UNFORTUNATELY, because it's enrichment for me, they've just started sending it to the people who write with me instead. And you know. That shit isn't ok.
Also asked by: @elenasecrets and @doryphore
you know what? he could just agree that they suck like a normal person and not find this an instant means of picking on cain. however, dean's never been a normal person and now he's got an in just to have a little bit of harmless fun. might as well take it. they can be hard to come by now and then. carpe diem!
"oh, okay. now we know where sammy gets it from." humor sparks in his eyes as an uneven grin creeps across dean's mouth. standing at the entrace of the town fair, hands in the pockets of his coat--the former hunter stares at the group of clowns gathered around making balloon animals, honking horn noses and scaring some kids absolutely shitless to the point of tears. one hand inside the coat moves out dragging the edge of his pocket and jacket along for the ride as he waves at the bawling toddler getting comforted by his pretty mom fretting over the small boy.
"want me to ask her if she can help you out after she's done with him?" eyebrows shoot up and wriggle. eh? eh!!! do ya, cain?!
