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@ladiesofhell sent: Via sniffled as she knocked on the Smiths door, she had snuck one of her uncles spell books to go to the living world. She just had to escape after what had happened with her father. ((For Summer or Morty or both. Poor girl needs her besties 🥺))

The afternoon Octavia chose to show up, the Smith-Sanchez happened to be deserted if not for the two siblings. Beth was working, while Jerry was...who-knows-where. Probably off pretending that his life had some sort of value. As for Rick, he had left earlier that morning while Morty was still in school, off to either get in trouble or get laid somewhere in another galaxy.

The insistent knocking echoed in the empty hall, loud enough to be heard over the commercial the television was currently playing. Summer immediately turned to shoot her brother a look, but the boy stubbornly refused to acknowledge her, staring pointedly at the screen. Between the two of them, the redhead was the most likely to get visitors, so no way in hell he was getting up to greet them in her place.

Useless to say, the girl wasn't happy about it, but she quickly had to give up as none of her glares were returned. With a huff, she pushed herself on her feet and marched towards the main door, but all her annoyance faded the moment she found herself faced with a clearly shaken Octavia.

Green eyes widened in surprise, before filling with worry. As much as she wanted to ask first and foremost, she didn't want to leave her friend standing there, for any passer-by to see, so she quickly ushered inside.

"Via! What are you doing here? But before that are you, like, okay? 'Cause you look like you're not. At all," Summer spoke up, making as if she had wanted to hug the demon. However, she stopped, not wanting to force something unwelcome on the other. "Has something happened? If you're running away from home and you need a place to stay, you can camp out in my room for as long as you need to."

It was then that Morty pocked his head in the hall, attracted by the few of his sister's words he had managed to make out. His expression had quickly morphed into the same concerned one Summer was wearing and his frown only deepened as he approached the two.

"Uh, g-geez, Octavia? A-Are you..." Yes, she was obviously crying, or at least she had been. No need to say it out loud. "H-How about...Let's sit down, alright? T-Then you can tell us what happened. O-Or whatever you need or want to tell us."

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Purged and remade on January 13th.

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Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn in a variant cover of Poison Ivy: Cycle of Life and Death #01.

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@regal-bird sent: "I've just been having a very bad and hard day. To put it lightly." for Velvette (beginning of her peasant arc)

Ugh.

The sound didn't actually leave Velvette's lips, but it might have as well. Both her expression and her stance spelled out, loud and clear, how she felt about the whining she was being forced to listen to. Stella should be grateful for the fact that she was used to much worse, thanks to Valentino, or the fashion diva wouldn't have any patience for it.

Deep down, the wallowing didn't surprise her much. She had made her business to know what life was like for demon royalty and she could see why her newest recruit was so distressed and miserable. A fall from grace, from that higher up? It definitely had busted her ass open.

However, that didn't mean that Velvette was going to baby her, or even just be sympathetic. She would be tolerant because Stella had attracted a lot of new fans and subscribers and because she was a rare prize for an Overlord, but that was it.

She wasn't nice, she had never been and she wouldn't have started to be now, in Hell of all place. Besides, the former Princess needed to toughen up and going soft on her would have been counterproductive.

"Yes, yes, welcome to the club. That's how Hell is like, y'know? You never noticed because you were living in your golden bubble or whatever," the fashion diva answered, rolling her eyes before returning them on her phone. "This is real life. Learn to turn your bad days into fruitful ones. Or, rather, let me do that. That's why you agreed to work for me, isn't it?"

She patted Stella's arm condescendingly, before gripping at it so that she could start dragging the other out of the changing room.

"Good. Self-loathing time over. I have the concept for you next outfit ready and I need it to be finalised today."

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HIT MAN (2023) dir. Richard Linklater

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worstiez

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I've finally got through all the holiday-themed asks, and that means that I can finally get back to working on drafts! I'm planning on doing it in the next couple of days, since it's going to be the weekend. Hopefully, nothing will get in the way of it.

Some of the drafts I owe date back to October and I know that some people prefer fresher threads, so I'm going to @ the people I owe the oldest drafts (October / November / early December) in this post.

Please, let me know in the comments of this post or through IMs if you wish to continue said threads! If not, that's alright, we can always start something new. If you don't answer me, I'll assume that you don't want to.

@mcltiples x & x & x & x

@the-perfect-scientist x

@hellmxses x

@muses-inn x & x

@helluvaflames x

@nebula-drcams x

@sinnerxroulette x

@poisonedspider x

Thank you everyone for your patience!

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she deserves a man who isn’t afraid to hurt other women’s feelings to protect hers

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I loved the crow outfit for Rick

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nosferatu (2024) dir. robert eggers // margaret atwood - alias grace

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NEW YEAR'S ASKS || No longer accepting.

@mcltiples sent:

From morning until now, Rick had taken his partner on an adventure to three different planets. Ones he, previously, had conquered and turned into little colonies. However, the year was up and he was bored of them. So, he figured it would be a date. A chaotic, destructive date. To unleash a fiery apocalypse onto each one. And, as well, picking out a few specimens for his kitten's experiments.

It wasn't a date between them if it didn't, also, include some slaughtering and soaking themselves in blood.

Through a portal, Rick kept his hand intertwined with his partner's as they entered the hideout, into the living room. What the other didn't know was that he got several of his bots to do some decorating.

The room was dark, only lit by the orange, amber flames. Creating a soft, romantic ambience. As the portal closed behind them, the music from the stereos began to play. Not too loud, but just enough to fill the room and their ears.

"Ah-ah, don't think about getting changed or cleaned up," He pulled his partner closer to himself, placing a hand on the small of that back, the other hand holding the other's close to his chest. "You look perfect the way you are, we both do, it's fitting for who we are, what we are and what we've become,"

Bright blue eyes reveled in the blood that was all over his kitten. He knew that he must've looked similar. Blood soaking through his jacket, splattered on his face, and seeping in some parts of his hair. And it was beyond fitting. Two lethal men who were only this soft for each other.

Guiding the other into a slow, gentle dance, stepping in a squared pattern in time to the music, he continued. "It's three minutes until midnight and I figured, since I'm on a roll with the romance, I might as well end and start the year on a romantic note. At least, just a little~"

As the chuckle trailed away from him, he focused on gazing into those grey-blues. Half-lidded eyes that held a stare that spoke a thousand sappy words and a smirk that conflicted with his eyes, showcasing a much more playful, mischievous nature. Though, who wouldn't he be if his mannerisms didn't contrast once in a while.

And once the song ended, his feet stopped, and television screen counted down to the last seconds of the year. He couldn't wait. Instead of letting it hit zero, he dove in for the kiss. Soft, tender, but passionate enough to unleash those sappy thoughts his eyes once held. Unspoken words that would be told eventually.

For now, he would let himself melt into the kiss. No other thought in the world besides the ones about his kitten. About their future, how this upcoming year would go for them, and everything in between.

{ To your Evil Rick from my Weird Rick 🎆🎉🖤 }

Saying that their day had been eventful would have been a gross understatement. His partner had plenty planned, enough to keep them occupied from the morning till close to midnight. So much to show, to see, to explore, to burn down, to destroy. So many lives waiting to end at the end of the oh-so-changeable god who had brought them into existence to start with.

Rick had, as per usual, easily followed, compliant and dutiful as he always was when it came to his owner's wishes. In this case, however, he did also for his personal enjoyment. Not only he relished in blood and destruction, but he was also amused by watching his partner acting like the capricious deity he had made himself into. It was the play of a bottomless ego, yielded by a man who had enough genius and power to back it up.

It fascinated him as very few things did.

However, even with all those gory spectacles playing before his eyes and with his own hands busy making them happening, his mind wasn't fully focused on the present. At each and every hour of the day and of the night, a part of him remained too hyper aware of the ring adorning his finger for him to set the thought of it aside. Not that he had any wish to stop thinking about it. How could he have, when he still hadn't figured out his answer yet?

The hand pulling at his arm snapped him back to the present, forcefully stealing him away from the dilemma that had been consuming him for days and that would have kept his brain working for even longer. As much as he would have preferred remaining focused on his pondering, he couldn't deny his owner, especially not when the other had put an effort into creating a great time for them both.

So, he reluctantly allowed his thoughts to slip away, far under the surface but never quiet, as he took in the way the living room had been set up. The warm lighting, the music, the decorations, the atmosphere. This had to be his priority now, allowing his partner to fully live thought his fantasy.

He offered a quiet but firm nod at the words he was addressed, showing no intentions of trying to get out of the hold his alternate had on him. Instead, he let himself be guided through the steps of the dancing that followed. With every step, he quietly took notice of each and every change in his partner's features, eyes and demeanour. Once upon a time, all those contrasting signals would have confused him, but these days he knew exactly what to look for and how to interpret it.

He could easily tell that the sappy, warmer glow in those bright blue eyes was the real message he was supposed to receive, even if the surrounding playfulness and mischief weren't any less honest either.

"N-No matter what you choose, beloved," he spoke up, as he was led through the last movements of their dance. "A-Any year with you, whatever shade you'll decide to give it, is a year I wish to live through."

He didn't mean for the words to hold any hints or secret meanings, nor for them to be an innuendo to something more. For him, they were plain, simple facts. Though, he was aware that his owner could have easily read into them, if it had better fit the flavour of his delusions.

He was never given a confirmation to whether or not that would have been the case. Any other piece of conversation was abandoned in favour of a kiss. Yet another step of their endless dance that saw him following and folding as per usual.

As it should be.

Yet, while he cherished the devotion and longing he was being offered, in the darker corners of his mind the pondering never stopped. Who was he to disrupt the course and balance they had built? And merely for the sake of being brutally honest? He had no rights when his chosen life duty was to keep his owner fulfilled.

And yet, even that unshakable belief couldn't make the task any easier.

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🌷((For Summer, Morty and Alastor!))

Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want || Accepting !

"This shit again? What's with adults and trash talking about teenagers having 'bad tastes'? Can't they, like, get off our social media and do old people's stuff? Like being boring or fighting over sport or something."

"...H-Have you ever wondered what it feels like t-to be turned into a liquid, put through a wringer an-and then jellified? M-Me neither, but now I know."

No, he's not going to elaborate.

"People seem to love pointing their finger at me and saying that I have no excuse for my sins, but serial killers are like artists. You can't stop them from killing just as you can't stop an artist from creating."

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🌷petalsxfallen for rick

Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want || Accepting !

"D-Did you see that guy? W-What a fuckin' idiot, am I right? H-He's made a fool of himself an-and for what? To impress some girl." Cue to a snort. "H-How dumb do you have to be? J-Jeez, way to ruin your night over some...crush or whatever. T-That's why relationships are stupid. Y-You end up looking stupid, always, no matter what, e-even if they work at first."

He makes a show of rolling his eyes, elbowing Petal lightly on the side.

"Y-You and I, we're much smarter than that. W-We get it, that we don't need that shit. R-Right?"

{ @petalsxfallen }

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🌷shctupmeg for morty

Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want || Accepting !

"Y-You know, I've been trying those recipes y-you showed me on my own. I-I know that cooking is your thing, b-but I wanted to practise to...you know. B-Being able to help you more when I do it with you."

He wants to impress her too, among the other things, not with the skills he has not, but with the efforts he's ready to make for her.

"I-I'd show you what I made, but...uh...they didn't come out too well," and with that he means that they were a total disaster, "s-so I've...I need to get more practise first."

Cue to an awkward chuckle.

{ @shctupmeg }

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☠ ― Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want.

(Alternatively, send 'muse musings!' if you cannot see the emoji. Based on this meme.)