#// here u go bb

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @ovriit

"is this really what you want?"

[bunchofroses07]

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@miryofshampoo

[potato-lord-but-not]

Noel seems to be the one comforting people pretty often, I think he deserves a quick menty b (and some comfort from his boyfriends)

woagh ourthur comic be upon ye

Arthur probably spent 20 minutes trying to get this man to finally break for the night

[hersidekick]

my fave yapper 💙

[him-n-hymn]

ppl just being like "yea vitya has a thing for feet" is wild to me cause i see it as so being a power imbalance thing, not even just as a kink. we see so many levels of viktuuris relationship and who takes on the "coach" role. viktor shows much vulnerability to yuuri, and yuuri shows much... maybe not resilience, but definitely a more dominant role that viktor happily feeds into, like when he kisses yuuris skate. their dynamic and relationship as coach and trainee and partners is a lot of push and pull. its fun to think about as a kink thing, but definitely says a lot about their relationship outside of the bedroom as well

[gifti3]

guess who's back, guess who's back? me and i brought more arranged marriage AU writing. the last post was this one.

this post is shorter and features Asmo and Luci this time. Cause i needed to get some complaining Asmo in here. Anyways thanks for reading, hope you like it :] (and happy early birthday to Asmo!!! 🎂🎉 sorry for putting u in situations lmao)

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"Asmodeus stop hanging off me."

Lucifer tries to pull his brother off, but he doesn't budge. Asmodeus who was currently kneeling next to his study chair, continue to hold on to his arm with surprising strength.

"But you have to help me! Pleaseeeee!"

Lucifer lets out a deep sigh, continuing his work and looking through documents as if Asmodeus isn't there. "I already told you, Father's word was final."

"But-But there has to be a way to talk him out of this! And you're the only one he might listen to!"

"Trust me, the one suggestion I made was completely rejected. He's completely resolute about this marriage."

"Then make another suggestion!"

"Can you at least meet MC first before you throw a tantrum like a child? From what we've seen they're polite and mostly keep to themselves. So getting along with them should be easy for you as long as you don't do anything foolish."

"Hmmm…they sound kinda boring."

Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. He could feel a migraine coming on. "Behave when you actual meet them Asmo."

Asmodeus huffs and finally releases his older brother and instead begins pacing in front of his desk.

"But why does it have to be me? I know I'm a catch, but last time I checked, other people in this family weren't married!"

"I already explained this. Father expects you to be more involved in the socioeconomic affairs of the family. Which you've managed to avoid for years."

"Pssh but am I the only one though?"

Lucifer doesn't even bother answering him.

Asmodeus looks off to the side. Maybe he wasn't that involved in the more "serious" aspects that kept their family on top, but at least he went to all the important social events unlike Leviathan. That must count for something.

Though the idea of Leviathan getting married was definitely something he couldn't see happening any time soon. It might overload him. Only recently did his older brother start showing his face in public consistently….and it would be nice to see Levi fall in love naturally one day. Maybe he could convince him to go out on the town with him… Baby steps, baby steps.

Mammon was already married (surprisingly). Which much to his dismay, really cut a lot into their nights out. Though he would never admit it to his face.

Lucifer and Satan could probably avoid marriage if they wanted to, considering all they do.

All that left was Beelzebub and Belphegor. Shoveling off marriage to his younger siblings didn't feel right though.

Asmodeus visibly deflated. He sighs and flops down in the chair in front of Lucifer's desk. Even though he was doing this, he already knew it was over before it even began. It didn't stop him though. In fact, he had complained to Lucifer the day before.

And the day before that.

He'd cried to Satan and even bothered Mammon, who gave him terrible marriage "advice" that he made sure to tune out.

But it wasn't like him to not be at least a little persistent and complain when things weren't going his way!

And this was something worth complaining about. Him getting married? There's certain things marriage entailed right? Wouldn't he be expected to stop with his current lifestyle? Partying and playing around? Sharing his beautiful existence with the world? It just wasn't right!

He wouldn't do it, especially for a stranger.

Asmodeus crosses his arms. "….Are you sure I can't get out of this?"

"Asmo for the love of God. Father was serious about getting in this family's good graces, and this is a sure-fire way to do so. As you said so humbly, out of everyone here you're the most practical choice. And even if one of your brothers were picked instead, who says it won't be you the next time?"

Asmodeus's frown deepens. If he wanted to continue living such a comfortable life, he couldn't really just go against Father either. Even if he was okay with giving it all up, it was too scary.

"Meet them first. Now can you go find someone else to whine to. I'm busy."

Guess that was the end if the today's discussion.

[courtillyy]

pasta making it into the bbs/vanoss crew actually makes me so happy

[soobvape]

i need brownies so fucking bad rn

[ashton-ryder]

//int. ashton’s apt #306 - dusk. 23rd april. @beauclary

After Charlie left that morning, Ash was really starting to feel the effects of being awake for one, the heroin withdrawals for another, physically and emotionally exhausted from crying for last. Yet he couldn’t do anything about it but lay in bed and ride it out. He was in and out of consciousness for most of the early day, battling the nausea, and headaches, and pain, vaguely aware of someone visiting - Beau? Ash couldn’t really remember. He was spoken to, he said some words, and then he succumb to some kind of surface level of sleep with the mixture of everything assaulting his senses.

By the time he clawed through unconsciousness and the heavy weight suffocating him, the sun had lowered to filter into his windows, looking to set soon and usher in the night. He groaned at the pounding in his head intensifying the more he pulled himself awake, the nausea getting him to at least sit up, feeling the room spin with him as he did. But once his vision could focus again, Beau was still seated on a chair by his room, reading one of his books. “You’re still here?” Ash rubbed his eyes and the tear stains away, blinking until the blurry figure cleared up to morph into Beau, "told you it's fine, you didn't hafta stay and sit here doing nothing," he weakly chuckled but gaze clearly appreciative of his friend's gesture.

[nosuperm4n]

he was woken up by noise in the kitchen — sleeping on the living room couch came with disadvantages beyond comfort. he hadn't checked the clock, but given how deep into unconsciousness he had fallen only to be woken up from, he knew it was late. he pushed his chest off the cushions to peek at the intruder in the kitchen. " lois?! " clark groaned. " — what're you doin' up so late? " / @loisl4ne

[zimwy]

bucky's never been great at this. there was a time where he was a mite more sociable, charming enough with the dimples that cut into his squared jaw, his eyes brown-steel and warm and long lashed. you were better looking back then, too, some nascent part of him derides, and not so fucked up in the head, like someone's pet project.

the old music seems to move through the halls of castle garrett as if waves brought on by a storm, smooth over the stones, the old walls and modern revisions. he had figured dane would hear and follow--the memory of battling the black knight in an effort to rip away his fine blade blots up like staved blood in bucky's brain. he'd almost forgotten. what a strange way to make a bedmate.

bing crosby croons over a jazz band, a live performance at the hi-hall in boston recorded on perfect vinyl. bucky sways by himself back and forth, loosens his arm up, steps from one leg to another, until he hears the door open. he almost panics when he turns to face dane, a subtle bloom of pink bedded at the highest parts of his cheekbones.

' hey. there you are, i was wonderin' how long it'd take you to find me. ' barnes presents dane with a bouquet of mixed flowers. they are fragrant, fresh, and expensive--teleflora mixed bouquet, arranged in a gradient circle. ' the lady said these were the nicest they had, for my, uh, gal. ' he teases, gently shoving them at dane's muscled chest, his eyes wandering for just a second. ' set these somewhere and dance with me. been fifty years since i last danced, and that was a tango, part of an.. operation, don't matter. you know what lindy hop is, or am i antiquated out of the dance scene? '

@defyxoblivion

[salvatoraes]

@malka-lisitsa , continuing a wire conversation.

truth be told, stefan didn't exactly know why he was confiding in katherine. or why he was opening up to her about his past, even. perhaps he felt like she'd be one of few people who wouldn't judge him, just voice her opinion ... which might aggravate him at some point but it's better than being judged. or maybe he felt like it wouldn't hurt. she already read through several of his journals at this point, so she knew enough anyway. either way, it was too late for him to turn back now. stefan shifts against the couch, eyes moving to the journal she'd stolen & then back up at the doppelganger. " yeah, i wasn't aware but it was still some version of me. i'm aware at the start, when i start to feed from someone. but then it just ... fades. but i still start it. i start it knowing what it's going to turn into if i don't recognize what i'm doing before the ripper takes over. "

he exhales, fingers pulling gently on the tassels of the pillow next to him. " i don't think i'm a bad guy, most of the time. i just struggle with the guilt i hold. but thank you, for listening. i know i don't always give you the benefit of the doubt but i appreciate you letting me vent. "

[luxaofhesperides]

reread an old unfinished wip and went DAMN thats good. but also remembered writing more so i hunted down the actual gdoc and the outline/notes and whats in there is even BETTER

anyways i started working on it again bc the rest of the world must also experience my genius

[mer-se]

um today is so fucking weird

[hcartcorruptcd]

Ellington swayed slightly as they made their way through the thrumming crowd of the party, the sounds of laughter and music blending into a dizzying haze. The weight of their emotions clung to them like a heavy fog, the earlier encounter with Cherry replaying in their mind, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension that had been eating at them. The shots had come a little too easily tonight, each one a fleeting attempt to drown out the thoughts swirling around in their head. Spotting someone familiar, they approached with a slightly exaggerated swagger, the shot glass in hand glinting under the colorful lights of the party. “You gotta take this,” Ellington said, a lopsided grin breaking through the melancholy. “I can't keep doing these by myself.” Their voice had a playful lilt, but underneath, there was a tremor of vulnerability that hinted at just how out of character this felt for them. They’d never let emotions spiral like this before, never been so raw and affected by a woman’s presence. “C’mon,” they coaxed, extending the glass closer. @fromsaudades