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What’s your favorite position

1st place on rainbow road

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑅

𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 -------------------------------------------------------------------------

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(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.

Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

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the multiple failed assassination attempts made against me have helped build both character and self esteem

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› 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆_𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 [・1 : 1 ] : 𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽  //

“Happiness can be found in the depths of chocolate pudding.“ Fifteen remarked, considering the leftover containers that had been discarded by someone or something in the tunnels under the city. “And clues, too, apparently. Mr. Dark, I do believe we might be on the right track.”

𝙰 𝙷𝚄𝙼, 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴𝚂. ❝ Sweet find, Fifi, ❞ chirps Grim before he giggles at his own pun. ( Get it? Sweet? Chocolate is sweet? ) He nudges the empty containers with his feet as he shines his flashlight on them, searching for any particular traces left behind on them. Though to find nothing but... empty containers, he gestures Fifteen to travel deeper into the tunnels with him. ❝ I wonder what kind of a being will we face, ❞ he muses. Hellfire gaze meets Fifteen’s, amusement bright despite the possible danger waiting ahead of them. ❝ A hungry hippo is definitely not a far fetched idea. ❞ A snicker.

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I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Sylvia Plath (via observando)

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The mice approach a crow. Studies in reading. 1922.

Internet Archive

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Good morning, I am still not over the fact that Mr. Grim Malison Dark, the demonic King of Hell and eighth Vice of Despair, which is considered to be the most DANGEROUS Vice, does pinky promises

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› 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆_𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 [・X ] : 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙰_𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 ( @skaeptical​​​​​ ) // ╰┄・❝ 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. ❞

𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙵 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙿 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴, 𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝙼 ( 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 ). Yet, despite his fall into hopelessness, his hands still reached through the darkness and found soft sheet before him. He sharply exhaled, realizing that he was only at the hospital, more ruined than before, but was still alive. ( This pain in his chest, this despair around his mind. They only consumed as they were his constant reminders that this was what he deserved for continuing to exist, despite everything. )

He had not noticed how terribly he was trembling before he was pulled into an embrace, slow and gentle, nothing but forgiving. He heard a voice and held back a choked sound at the familiarity. Scully. There, her words fell and they did not strike upon him as God’s Wrath in a lightning bolt, or they did not drown him endlessly as the Great Flood from Judgement. Instead, they only caressed his darkened spirit, done by the hands of a woman with that golden cross on her chest, around her heart.

His cries eventually devolve into whimpers, as he shifts, trying to get himself closer to her, as if she is going to abandon him after this unholy night. ❝ Pinky - pinky promise?, ❞ he, the King of Hell as its Vice of Despair, asks in such a feeble, childlike tone; a rare thing for the world to catch and cherish. It is all he can say to her as he tries to search for her face in the dark. He thinks he spots a glint across her eyes and he looks up to find home. His home, his home, he is at home.

Regardless of what Scully may reply to him, in silence, he locks her pinky finger with his own and have himself held like this, feeling needed and wanted.

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It is definitely a thing that Grim eats a bit of an evidence to identify something and / or... to provoke Noble, mostly.

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It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via thoughtkick)

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*someone threatens me with a knife* Me: joke’s on you, now I’m horny

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› 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆_𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 [・1 : 1 ] : 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙰_𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 ( @skaeptical​​​ ) //

𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳, 𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳, 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁. Pain burns in him as he remembers the way her gaze would be anywhere but his own when he spoke to her of nothing but joy, the way her words, brief yet so heavy, cut through his offers and suggestions. He acknowledges her when she rarely does to him, and it burns only deeper when he knows this is all because of a fact that he is a DEMON, a terrible thing she never wishes to see, may it be in dreams or reality, found on a stranger’s face or a friend’s. He saved her and to her, he is nothing but a warning sign and a death wish, Evil reincarnated. [ WHEN YOU LOOKED AT ME IN THE EYES, RIGHT AS YOU WERE NEARLY DYING, DID YOU EVEN SEE ME, YOUR FRIEND, OR DID YOU SEE THE DEVIL, YOUR FRIEND’S ARCHENEMY? ] Oh, how he burnt for her, only for her to look away from his lights.

❝ Scully, ❞ an exhale in gentle rage, as the bruised knuckles fall on wooden door once, twice, thrice. He grimaces at the realization of how violently quiet he sounds. As he waits, he takes a step back from the door and his fingers begin to twitch from the forming anxiety. Hellfire wonder sharply spreads across him, biting him with a question if this is even worth a war to engage in. He is unholy and tired and dying. He should be at home with Noble, resting by his side while his lover rests his hand through his hair and another writing notes on files. There is no judgement there. Instead, he is here, about to be judged once more, and he is so tired. He wants to understand why is she always running away from him— the truth that will only save her. ( Let me in, Scully, LET ME HELP YOU. ) ❝ We need to talk. ❞

He flinches when he feels his cheeks wet and sees the time when Scully threw holy water at him from a cup, yet immune to God’s holy work, nothing burnt but his memories, crying out, I just want to exist softly.  

He wipes them away with his shaky hand, realizing he was not dreaming.

He was only crying.

❝ Please. ❞

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Not me feeling so sad at how Grim would always be struck by this mindset these people have that all Demons are bad and did think of himself as so, hence he thought he deserved every bit of pain he went through while he tried not to think it’s best for people not to be with him, but when seeing those in question spending more time with Noble than him because he’s normal and good, he just becomes so envious and sad because... did he really do anything wrong to be unwanted and unneeded by others? Did he really deserved to be shunned and labelled as Evil when this whole time, he was trying to help? What more can he do to prove to the world that he is a Demon but with good intentions?

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i will fight seven of you in a denny’s parking lot come at me

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GRIM MALISON DARK + NAME MEANING [ NOBLE’S VERSION ]

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embracing my god complex by changing my pronouns from he/him to He/Him