#'do you think pigeons have feelings' 'I'm going to murder you'

[phyrestartr]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you take requests but I have an idea-

Reincarnated! Husband sukuna x Dead spouse (husband) Male Reader: this one is kind of like sukuna fucks up a lot, I think this can work out as an omegaverse? He cheats, fucks around, or doesn't even give af about m reader who is his fated pair, but then m! reader died and since they were mated he's like “shit I can't live without him” so he tries to be good to him the next life and they have happy family the end.

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) | Sukuna x Male!Reader (Part 1 of 2)

W/C: 1.6k #alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, ABO dynamics, mentions of stalking, mentions of toxic exes, sukuna sucks, sukuna sucks less eventually, reincarnation, next lives, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, infidelity/cheating

NOTE: Thank you for your patience!! It's still not quite done, but I wanted to post the first part up while i think of the rest of the story (got a vague idea of how it'll go, so should come out soon). Ty for the req!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

♪ Here With Me - d4vd

♪ Watch the sunrise along the coast

As we’re both getting old ♪

Sukuna puffed on a cigarette, staring out at the city lights. You always liked coming here, to this little cliff hanging above the city–especially when you were stuck on lyrics or tabs of whatever song you were working on. This hillside spot was cheesy and stupid, but you loved the way it felt like an old-school chick flick when you drove up here in your beater.

In this spot, Sukuna realized you had an old soul, one that basked in the simple, mundane things like stargazing and city-watching. It was a step away from feeding pigeons in the park, your producer decided. The way that made you laugh still sent his heart on a wild chase. That, too, was the first moment he realized he wanted you more than just a collaborator. 

And, maybe, if he had pushed aside the partying, the drugs, the women, he might’ve bothered checking his phone. He might’ve been able to apologize for wrongs done and words said, to get back on the right track. He might've not found out about you on the news. Maybe he could have given you everything you wanted–

But he couldn’t. Not anymore. 

♪ I can’t describe what I’m feeling

And all I know is we’re going home ♪

Even after locking you down and starting on that stupid journey to start a family, his spirit still yearned to wander free. 

So it did. 

Primal wants controlled him. He allowed them to steer him away from the safety of your touch and into the gnashing jaws of excitement, of danger. All because the two of you were starting to make it–you were starting to leave your mark on this world, and Sukuna let the fame and greed get to him. 

But how could he not jump at the chance to fuck the famous and infamous? How could he stay faithful to just you, a smalltown boy, when big city celebrities reached out to him, pulling him into big deals and bigger beds? How could he–

His phone blitzed to life again, ringing in the hollow quiet of a too-expensive car. The call went to voicemail, leaving him in the pits of Tartarus again, drowning in the frigid rain beating against his car windows like a million bullets trying to seek the death penalty.

Did angels do that? Take revenge for their own kind? He’d understand it. Jin, an angel in his own right, exiled his Luciferian twin from the celestial plane, barring him from what was left of that tiny spark of love and hope he called “family.” 

♪ So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go ♪

His phone rang again. He remembered picking it up once upon a time, listening to your shaky voice as you told him the worst and best news he’d ever heard in his entire existence: “I’m pregnant.” 

Sukuna didn’t know what true fear and excitement were until that moment. You laughed through waterworks, lifted by Sukuna’s uncontrolled motor-mouthing and celebrating as he hooted and hollered on the other line. The women your husband was with gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care–you were pregnant. You were going to–

You were going to have his kid. His pup. A shared little joy, a spark of hope for the future. And then–then someone took that away. 

The sorry waste of life, the obsessive ex you vehemently feared, left behind a note for whomever found the tragedy: “I'll take care of them from now on.”

Sukuna knew there had to be more to it, there had to be more of an explanation, but the media wasn't interested; they only wanted to use and abuse your name and face for articles and news reports, not to reminisce on you nor the woe of a murder-suicide.

How come no one cared? Why did no one fucking care?

♪ Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me ♪

He snapped. Sukuna kicked the dashboard. His boot cracked against the console again and again and again until your siren song died in a quick fit of static. He crashed his heel into the broken screen a dozen more times, each impact punching shout after shout out of his tight throat as the weight of the fucking sky collapsed on him. He wasn’t Atlas. He couldn’t hold it up. He never could, not by himself.

Sukuna heaved in breaths. His stomach swirled and churned with nausea. He held his head and leaned back, screaming into the thunder that shook the world with a vital roar, hiding heartbroken howls.

Why? Why? Why? 

“Deep breaths, Sukuna,” your voice cooed. It came from the darkness, from the forgotten corners of his mind. Why were–ah, right. He’d been here before, overcome with agony and grief. Unable to breathe, unable to cope, unable to exist.  

He followed your instructions. 

“In. Out. In. Out.”

In. Out. In. Out.

The phone rang again. Sukuna answered. He hoped whoever it was would tell him this was all just a bad joke. A bad dream. It wasn’t real. 

“Finally,” Wasuke sighed on the other end of the line. “Kid, where the fuck are you?”

Sukuna stared up at the roof of the car. Words smeared and oozed like molasses in his mind. He couldn’t understand the words he knew he could understand. 

“Sukuna.” 

“What the fuck do I do?” Sukuna asked. His voice quivered. Chipped and cracked.

His father fell quiet. But he was wise. So fucking wise and so good at everything that came with life and death, morality and love. 

“Become a better man,” he said, like it was so simple. 

Sukuna scoffed. “H-How the fuck–”

“Quiet, kid.” Wasuke sighed. “That boy loved you. He had faith in you as a partner and a father. Remember that. Honour that, and become the man he knew you could be.”

Sukuna didn’t know his heart could break more, but it did. 

He sobbed. To his father, to himself, to you, to that unborn joy, to whatever fuckhead created life and love in the first place. He cried for forgiveness, for a second shot. 

“I’ll try,” Sukuna bit out. “I’ll try.” 

–

♪ I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind ♪

Sukuna woke up to that song. It was the same one that played in his nightmares, the same one that robbed him of sleep until he lost his mind and–and–

“What the fuck happened?” Sukuna croaked to whatever singing nymph fluttered around him. 

The damn song stopped, leaving Sukuna in just a second of tumultuous silence. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The rhythmic chirping of some machine–a heart monitor, maybe? A metronome?--kicked up into double time, jamming an ice pick into his skull further and further with every hellish second that passed by. He could almost hear the radio static, the warp of a ballad calling to him. And it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey,” your voice cooed. Your hand rested atop of Sukuna's and squeezed. “Can you hear me?” 

Sukuna cracked a tired eye open to look up at you; you were perfect. God-given. A blessing he needed to see right now with your gentle eyes and kind smile, the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla cutting through the disgusting sterility of the room. 

“Can hear you,” Sukuna rasped. His hand tried to turn to hold yours, and you helped by slipping your palm into his. His heart rate slowed with the rhythm of the machine. 

You nodded and covered your clasped hands with your other one. “Good. You probably don't remember, but you were in an accident. A car side-swiped you when you were on your motorcycle.”

“No shit.” 

“Yes shit. But you're alright. Would recommend wearing a helmet from now on.” You pat his hand before slipping both of yours free. “I'll call the doctor and your family. They'll be glad to know you're awake, Itadori-san.” 

He wanted to ask you to stay. He didn't want you to go, not right then, maybe not at all. 

But you flashed him another comforting smile and slipped out of the room before he could object.

–

His father came by. Jin and his son, too. Uraume and Yorozu scolded him for not wearing a helmet. The ragtag group of hooligans he unfortunately associated with (just for the sake of going to their fancy-ass parties, he reasoned) came and went, too; Gojo gave him headaches, Getou made it worse, Ieiri wasn’t so bad.

Then there was you. You were always humming some sort of tune, whether it be the song from his nightmares or something he'd never heard before. Sukuna liked it, the sound of your voice, but you'd always clam up the second you realized someone might hear. 

It led him to pretend to be asleep far too many times during his recovery. Your songs eased his wildfire spirit, let it simmer down and curl up comfortably in a ring of stones to keep those near safe and warm without the fear of being burned alive. Hell, they could probably even make some s’mores if they wanted. 

Eventually, though, Sukuna wanted to know more. And what better person to ask than the burgeoning med student herself?

“Oh, [Name]?” Ieiri asked, sitting beside Sukuna’s bed and looking over the machines connected to Sukuna with rapt attention. “He’s a new-ish nurse from what I get. Pretty cute, huh? Apparently passed his exams no problem and–” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “If you don’t know relevant shit then just–”

“He’s single. Omega. Likes men. Kinda older than us. Gojo and Getou got rejected already.” 

That shut Sukuna up. 

[larluce]

Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

@dsabian , @theroundbartable , @theplatanitosqueal , @stressed-but-chill , this part is quite long.

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART2 , PART 3 , PART 4 (You're here) , PART5

Morgana, Arthur (with Merlin on his shoulder) and Uther having a family dinner. Gwen and other servants enter to serve the food.

Uther: Does the bird really has to be here?

Morgana: Oh, let him be. He's very well behaved. Even more than Arthur.

Arthur: I'm very flattered you think so highly of my manners, Morgana.

Merlin: (chirps)

Morgana: See? He agrees.

Arthur: Shut up, Merlin.

Uther: (thinking) Am I the only one that thinks is weird they treat this animal like a person?

Arthur: (takes a bite of his food) Hum, what is this? A pigeon?

Merlin: (chirps loudly, horrified, and flies away, leaving the room)

Uther: Arthur, control your bird! He left feathers on my food!

Arthur: Sorry father. (worried) He isn't normally like this, I think something upsetted him.

Morgana: Maybe is because you're eating a bird?

Arthur: No, that have never bothered him before and small birds are part of merlins' diet.

Morgana: Wait... (turns to Gwen) Gwen, what type of bird is that on Arthur's plate.

Gwen: I'm not sure... (turns to other servant girl) Gladys, you were with the cook when they prepared the food right? What kind of bird is that?

Servant girl: I don't know, it kind of looked like a falcon but it was too small too be one.

Morgana: You mean like a merlin?

Arthur: (pales) Fuck! (stands up) I'm sorry father. I need to go (leaves)

Morgana: Yeah, me too. It was a nice dinner, your majesty (leaves too)

Uther: But you barely touched your plates! (sighs, to servants) Take this away, and make sure you don't cook merlins for dinner next time, for gods' sake.

In Arthur's chambers. Merlin is in his human form crying, while Arthur and Morgana try to comfort him.

Merlin: He was just two years old!😭 He was barely starting living.

Arthur: (hugs him close, patting his back) I'm so sorry, Merlin.

Morgana: (puts a hand on his shoulder) Are you sure is Claws?

Merlin: I'll recognise him anywhere. (snifs) He had just started his first nest with his mate.

Arthur: Wait, he had a partner? 😧

Merlin: And five little eggs. (breaks the hug abruptly) OMG! I need to tell Brownie what happened to Claws!

Arthur: Go, meanwhile I'll talk to the hunters so this never happens again.

Merlin: (smiles) Thank you, Arthur.(kisses him on the cheek) I'll be back as soon as I can. (turns into a bird and goes flying through the window).

Arthur: (in shock with a hand on his cheek) 😳😳

Morgana: I'll try to get Claws' rests, so maybe we can do him a proper funeral when Merlin comes back.

Arthur: (snapping out of his trance) Right, good idea, Morgana. I'll meet you at your chambers in an hour.

Later. Arthur shouting at the hunters.

Arthur: What were you thinking?!😡

Hunter1: (scared) Bu-but, sire. You told us to get rid of it.

Arthur: Yes, but you were supposed to bury him somewhere in the woods, not get him cooked!

Hunter2: We were going to, but the cook saw us and thought it was todays dinner-

Arthur: I don't want to hear your excuses! (threathening) No one must know about this, specially Merlin, this stays between us. Do you understand?

Hunter1: Yes, sire!

Hunter1: Yeah, we won't mention this to your.. uh.. pet.

Arthur: Now, get out of my sight!

Hunters: Yes, sire! (leave)

Morgana: (enters, in disbelieve and furious) I can't believe you!

Arthur: (turns to her, nervous) Oh, hi, Morgana! 😅

Morgana: Don't "hi" me. You killed Claws! You murderer!

Arthur: You're talking like I've just killed a person. He was just a bird.

Morgana: He was not just a bird to Merlin and you know it! Did you think about how devastated he would feel?

Arthur: He was never supposed to know he died, just that he disappeared!

Morgana: yeah, because that's ten times better, isn't it? Are you even hearing yourself?

Arthur: Morgana, stop. I feel bad enough already.

Morgana: As you must! 5 merlin chicks are without a father thanks to your sick jealousy!

Arthur: (Guilty) I didn't know he had a family. (thoughtfully) How do you compensate a female bird for killing the father of her eggs?

Morgana: Don't. She'd probably just take your eyes out.

Arthur: (sighs) Will you tell Merlin?

Morgana: No, that would just crush him more. Your secret is safe with me.

Arthur: (relieved) Thank you.

Morgana: But you better start acting on your feelings for Merlin before you start killing the entire merlin race!

Later at Claws funeral in the royal garden. Morgana puts Claws bones in a box and Arthur buries it while Merlin watches in grieve.

Morgana: I'm sorry I could only save the bones. The servants tend to eat the royal leftovers.

Merlin: It's okay. If he wasn't eaten his dead would've been in vain. (turns to Arthur) Was he delicious?

Arthur: Ahm... yeah?

Merlin: (smiles, sadly) I'm glad. He was a nice friend. He didn't care I wasn't enterily a bird though he didn't quite understand it.

Morgana: Did you know Arthur thought he wanted to mate with you?

Arthur: (flustered) Morgana! 😳

Merlin: Oh, he did propose me to mate with him once.

Arthur: What?!

Merlin: Yeah, he did the most beautiful flying dance I've seen, but I just couldn't see him like that. So we stayed friends. It surprised me a lot, normally merlins just leave after I reject them, but he never stopped hanging out with me, even when he found his mate.

Arthur: What a nice friend (thinking) That flirtatious bastard.

Merlin: Anyways, I need to go now. Brownie needs me to hunt her food since she's incubating her eggs still and can't leave her nest.

Arthur: (guilty again) Right, send her my condolences.

Morgana: Mine too.

Merlin: (kisses Arthur's cheek again and leaves in his bird form).

Morgana: Well, that went well.

Arthur: Morgana.

Morgana: Yeah?

Arthur: I need to learn how to fly.

[queer-devil]

DRDT Incorrect Quotes Pt 2

Bc it was fun last time

Same generator was used

Eden: Good morning!

Ace: Is it? Is it really?

J: You know what the problem is? Your really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your pie-hole.

Veronika: You think I’m cute?

J: SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!

Nico: Hu, Ace keeps bullying me at school.

Hu: Ask your teacher for help.

The next day…

Nico, to their teacher: Will you help me beat up Ace?

Teruko: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Nico: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

Teruko:

Teruko: What?

Nico: I need to feed my Neopets!

Teruko: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Eden: It's kind of complicated, but Ace-

Teruko: Got it. Forget I asked.

Whit: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts?

Nico: If a crocodile eats your dad, they become your new dad.

Eden: Breathe, just breathe.

Arei: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

David: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Rose: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.

Whit: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Charles: "If?"

Ace: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

Min: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

Whit: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?

Rose: Technically a mix of green and blue?

Ace: So blurple.

Levi: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.

Ace: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?

Levi: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

David: What are the hardest things to say?

Charles: I was wrong.

Teruko: I need help.

Whit: Worcestershire sauce.

Teruko: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Charles and Whit's convo?

Eden: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Veronika: I'm in the washing machine.

Ace: I'm in the closet.

Eden: We accept you Ace.

Ace: No I'm literally in the closet.

Eden: Love is love.

Charles: There's nothing to do....

Whit: You can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago.

Charles: *pulls out his phone* Nevermind.

Veronika, watching Ace: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Ace…

Veronika: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

Ace: *screaming*

Eden: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter?

J: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes.

Veronika: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

Teruko: Why would you give a knife to Xander?!

David, shrugging: Xander felt unsafe.

Teruko: Now I feel unsafe!

David: I’m sorry…

David: Would you like a knife?

J: I have a problem.

Veronika: Kill it.

J: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Xander: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

Ace, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Whit: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

Ace: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me.

Ace: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Levi: No, Ace I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Eden: You know what I learned from my friendship with Ace?

Nico: There’s no such thing as too mean?

J: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Levi: Always hold a grudge?

Levi: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Nico: Being a fish.

Levi: …Well, shit.

David: I don’t mean to be rude—

Teruko: Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.

Hu: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

David: ...

David: What a stupid fucking quote.

David: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

Eden: You know, Teruko, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Teruko: ...

Teruko: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

Levi: Hey, Ace, do you have feelings for me?

Ace: Yeah, anger.

[floatingthoughtsofapandachild]

Palia villagers and quotes on my friend group's ooc doc

Reth: okay I CANNOT stop thinking about a person having a roll of paper towels served to them at a bar? and then. just going 'finally' snd eating it

Najuma: I love causing mass chaos.

Jina: *casually digs a hole in the floor*

Kenyatta: I've read a lot about murder.

Hassain: rip someones spine out and make a whip... what? I'm being practical. Save resources.

Reth: I'm not sick I'm just dumb

Jina: Hi friend! How are you this fine, fine, existential crisis day?

Auni: Why can't I walk like an octopus?

Reth: I CAN FEEL MY LIP BUT IT CANT FEEL ME

Chayne: *throws therapy everywhere*

Elouisa: Doctors know the best way to kill someone.

Reth: What am I supposed to do? Just- function??

Jel: My life is boring unless you want to talk about my endless despair.

Elouisa: This demonstrates the fact that our lives are futile and we will never reach the same level of omnipotence as our fellow creature, the aquatic snail.

Reth: I don't really drink water that much which is probably why I have so many problems.

Najuma: hehe I made eye contact. exciting.

Kenyatta: It was a defensive look of annoyance.

Sifuu: *stares deep into your eyes* embrace your feral lizard...

Einar: Behold. A swordfish.

Zeki: I DO feel like a cult leader. ...I like it.

Reth: I have a lot of terrible opinions, and I'm very ready to share them.

Hassain: Get your brain away from my brain.

Einar: I'm so happy I can finally be a fish!

Kenli: I'm tired of standing so I'm going to lean against this nice historical building.

Eshe: I know how to do basic math. I know 1 + you = worthless.

Badruu: s o y b e a n s

Zeki: I like calling people trash. It's really fun.

Jel: Why are you a fashion icon? You're like four.

Tamala: But if you're boiled that means someone's going to have you as a snack, probably.

Nai'o: You're allowed to hear sheep.

Reth: I feel like a very tired subway rat.

Tish: I won't forgive this. you just interrupted two pigeons kissing.

Reth: Soup. Was an answer to your question.

[pigeon-behavior]

Very curious to hear what's wrong with Palomancy. I've adopted 2 parrots from their sister organization, and aside from being a little too strict in their adoption screening process I haven't heard much criticism about them.

(if this is an annoying ask please feel free to ignore & delete)

No no, not annoying. It's not exactly easy to find this information, so I'm not surprised when people don't know it.

Palomacy is in bed with PETA. You know, the rabid ARA organization known for stealing loved family pets from back yards and front porches (sometimes in a 10 minute stretch the owner was gone) and euthanizing them while refusing to return them. PETA believes no one should own pets, that no one should eat meat, that no one should ride horses or work dogs in the jobs they are bred for. They're willing to lie to get you to align with their beliefs. They're willing to compare animal rights to the Holocaust.

In this article from Palomacy in 2022, you can see them outright quote PETA. https://www.pigeonrescue.org/2022/05/31/a-pigeon-tale/

This is not something an organization should be doing lightly. If you have any clue what PETA is talking about, your goal should be never going within a hundred miles of them. But the reason I found out about this connection in the first place was during some digging some years back, during which I found the head of Palomacy (I don't know if she still is) exchanging tweets on Twitter with a representative of PETA.

Again, these people are so despicable. I would never willingly talk to them in public. Just being near them is like... tainting.

Beyond the PETA connection, Palomacy has a few other issues. They won't return found racers, last I heard. They have been known to descend like a cloud of murderous locusts on anyone who has a differing opinion than them. Their care and behavior advice is truly not great. Their housing advice is probably the only thing I don't feel the need to nitpick for them. The rest is either better designed for parrots, or wildly inappropriate behavior to try on an animal in general, like struggle-cuddling.

I think that they have their place. I wouldn't disappear Palomacy from the face of the earth if I had the chance (unlike PETA). But I know they hate many things they shouldn't (like ethical companion breeders - to them every breeder is pure evil) - and that they are giving out a lot of advice that is harmful.

And I don't want to be associated with them lol

[sarahdogoc80]

Lily V. Eminem

Lily: Addicts just want to be addicts so I have no sympathy for them. I'm so smart

Eminem: "... But dwelling on it [his best friend's murder] only makes the night worse now I'm popping Vikes, percs, and methadone pills....." "Fucking drug dealers hang around me like yes men. And they gonna do whatever I says when I says it. It's in their best interest to protect their investment and I just lost my fucking best friend. So fuck it I guess then...."

-Going Through Changes.

Eminem's songs Going Through Changes and Deja Vu are great examples of the human side of addiction. Deja Vu is really good at showing how addiction changes your thought pattens and how you end up relapsing. And Going Through Changes shows the emotional side to addiction. How tragity makes you feel hopeless and feel drugs are the only option. But shows that he also understands how much he's hurting his kids and knows that and it makes his addiction worse. But it ends with an apology to mostly his kids but also Kim.

Addiction is largely a mental health problem. It feeds on your dispar and makes you think it's the solution. Then the physical symptoms of addiction make you feel worse so you take it just so it stops. Addiction is like an abusive relationship. It takes advantage of your mental health problems and gets rid of them for a while only for you to feel you need more. Then once you get addicted it gets worse. The physical symptoms of addiction destroy people and can hurt.

But people aren't a lost cause. If the government would spend more on mental health services that actually work and aren't just religious based or trying to pigeon hole everyone's different mental health problems into a couple categories. That would help. But with the economic problems right now that definitely isn't helpful to recovering addicts or stopping new ones from being made. It's a sad reality.

Don't do drugs it may provide and escape but it will make everything worse. We just have to ride though this storm together. If you are an addict I wish you well and hope you get help. Don't give up on trying to recover. I care about you even if I don't know you. I don't want anyone to have to experience the situations I've heard/seen addicts face.

[blackjackkent]

OK, so one of the things I've been looking forward to most in Rivington is unleashing Rakha on the asshole kennelmaster. Because if there's one thing Rakha actually has a real good relationship with, it's doggos.

She does stop in the post office briefly, which she mostly finds baffling, as the postmaster spends the whole time rambling at her about how something is killing all his carrier pigeons. This is, for Rakha, an exhausting combination of inane and interesting to the dark urge in her head, so she leaves again as quickly as possible.

But on the way out, she hears the sound of barking and does a hard pivot out into the yard.

The game has the kennelmaster speak first when you talk to her, which leaves me free to indulge my headcanon that Rakha approached her to ask, completely guilelessly, if she could pet all the dogs.

Unfortunately, the kennelmaster is an asshole.

"Woof!"

Rakha squints at her, taken fully off-guard by this greeting. "What?"(*)

"Ah. You speak. Which means you're not a dog. So what the hell are you doing in my kennels?"

Rakha dislikes her at once; immediately the beast sets up a low-level growl at the back of her mind, speculating on the possibility of chopping the woman up and feeding her to the dogs, bit by bit.

"I'd like to buy a dog," she says abruptly. She didn't have this plan when she came in, but it's as good a reason as any for being here, and if Scratch and Buddy make her feel better in camp, it stands to reason that another dog would also help. And it distracts her, briefly, from the immediate thoughts of murder.

The kennelmaster scowls. "They're not for sale," she snaps. "These are courier dogs - trained to follow orders, read maps, and protect their deliveries with their lives. They're worth more than their weight in gold."

Something clicks into place in Rakha's head. The place they found Scratch, holding guard over the body of a fallen courier with letters in his pack. The keen intelligence with which the dog navigates the roads they travel. Scratch came from this place, from one of these cages.

"I think I found one of your dogs," she says. "Scratch."

One of the woman's eyebrows quirks up almost imperceptibly, and a keen, narrow look flashes across her face. Then it's replaced, abruptly, by a wide, ingratiating smile. "Found him, did you?" she asks. "I can't say I'm surprised. Gomwick never kept him on a tight leash." She laughs airily. "Bring him here and I'll give him a once-over for you. Check him for worms and so on."

Her assistant, a beleaguered-looking gnomish boy, perks up eagerly at this discussion. "Oh, yes please! I'd love to see him!"

"He's a good dog," the kennelmaster agrees. "We'd both love to see him again."

Rakha squints cautiously at the woman for a moment. This is a massive shift in her demeanor from a moment ago, and the dislike it prompted still sits like a sour taste in Rakha's mouth. But... what they're offering is something good for Scratch, and Scratch has earned that, being one of the things against which Rakha steadies herself in camp...

She nods slowly.

Whistle for Scratch.

Scratch trots in eagerly at the summons - but as Rakha watches, his entire attitude shifts in the space of a moment.

His ears go back, his tail goes down, and he makes a soft whimpering noise unlike anything she's ever heard from him. And it doesn't take much thinking to guess what this means.

The boy, of course, isn't at fault. His excitement at seeing Scratch alive and well seems quite genuine. But the kennelmaster is another story.

"Shut up, Dringo," she snaps at the boy as he moves to greet the dog. "And get back to work!"

She turns, lifting a hand threateningly, and smirks with satisfaction to see Scratch at once cower back behind Rakha's leg. "And you've been slacking as well, Scratch, m'boy," she snarls. Her eyes flick up to meet Rakha's. "This dog is property of Sword Coast Couriers," she says icily. "I'll take him off your hands now.

Ice floods Rakha's veins. Betrayal. This is a trick. The woman lied to get Scratch into the yard, played on what little good faith Rakha has, and now means to take Scratch from her.

And the woman is cruel. She threatened to strike him. He is afraid of her. That means she has struck the blow in the past.

Kill. Kill. Kill her. Punish her. Rip out her throat.

"You shouldn't raise your hand to him like that," she says, each word carefully enunciated with the effort it takes to hold herself still.

"I can do whatever I please," the kennelmaster sneers. "He's my dog. Now get out - this is a private yard."

Rage floods Rakha's whole body, creeping up the ruined muscles of her face, amplified by anger from Wyll and (surprisingly) Lae'zel and Minthara racing along the tadpole connection.

Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkill...

She takes a step forward, then another, until she is almost nose-to-nose with the human woman, towering over her from a foot and a half of extra height. Every muscle in her body is strained with the effort not to destroy the woman out of hand in broad daylight.

[INTIMIDATION] "I'll break every bone in your body," she whispers hoarsely, the shadowy darkness around her eyes giving her the air of a creature out of the Hells themselves, "before I'll let you hurt that dog."

(A/N: This is exactly the same tack Hector took and I don't apologize for scaring the shit out of this woman in multiple playthroughs. XD The really funny thing is that Rakha's CHA score is way better than Hector's, not to mention her JOAT expertise in intimidation and the +1 she gets from Ethel's ocular surgery. This is some avenging angel shit and I would not want to be facing it down personally.)

The woman flinches back, and for a moment the fear on her face is unmistakable - and then a mask of disdain snaps down over it. "You-- you'll do no such thing!"

Before Rakha can respond, the boy chimes in at her side. "It's not just Scratch!" he cries out eagerly, with a mix of fear and hope. "She's always hurting the dogs!"

The woman spins, one fist lifting. "SHut your mouth, Dringo!" she growls. "Last warning--"

Rakha moves like lightning. Before the kennelmaster can land the blow on her assistant, Rakha has her by the collar and hurls her back against the cage behind her. She grunts as all the air is knocked from her body, and then the fear is back in her eyes as Rakha's fingertips close around her throat.

Yes. Kill her. Squeeze the life from her and watch the dogs lap her blood as it pours out between your fingers--

"Rakha." Wyll's voice cuts through the roaring of the beast, soft from behind her. "Careful. Stay with me..."

Rakha draws a ragged breath, a muted groan of pain as she struggles against the instinct to destroy. Surely... surely this is a killing with purpose? The woman is cruel. The dogs will be safe. The boy will be safe. Surely... surely...

"Let her go," Wyll murmurs. "She doesn't have to die. Not for her - for you."(**)

Rakha squeezes her eyes shut, holding herself back with a massive effort of will as the kennelmaster squirms and whimpers in her grasp.

Then she opens her eyes and her face goes hard. [INTIMIDATION] "I'll give you to the count of ten," she hisses, "to leave these kennels. One. Two--"

The kennelmaster squirms free of her grip and backpedals hastily, almost slipping in the mud of the yard in her eagerness to get away. "Fine," she snarls. "You think you can do a better job without me? Be my guest! They're a useless bunch of mongrels. You're welcome to them!"

And then she's gone, running like hells out of the yard and into the crowded village beyond.

Dimly Rakha is aware of the gnomish boy cheering, of the cages being opened and the dogs let out into the yard. Of Jaheira taking the boy aside to talk to him, to see if she can help him with the dogs. But all Rakha can do, for a moment, is sit against the wall of the posthouse and tremble violently, pressing the heels of her hands to her forehead.

"Well done, Rakha," Wyll says in a low voice to her, standing nearby and watching her.

She knows he's right - that it was her first attempt to hold back the bloodlust since she learned the truth of who and what she is. But it doesn't feel good. She just feels exhausted.

Wyll sits down next to her, takes one of her hands and just holds it gently. Scratch sits on her other side and nuzzles her jaw. One of the other dogs comes over and licks at her free hand. But even with all this, it's some time before she feels she can breathe easily enough to move.

----

(*) In-game line: "I beg your pardon?" This is more Rakha-ish though. XD

(**) All artistic license unfortunately. In-game all you can do is look menacingly at her from a distance of several feet.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Writing promptlist

Send me a number (maximum of 3!) and a pairing (reader x character or character x character).

Also, please mention what genre. Otherwise, I'll just let my imagination run wild 😊

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1. "Did I ever tell about my first ever murder?" "What murder, you're innocent as fuck!"

2. "Why couldn't you just tell me?"

3. "How about we try again tomorrow?"

4. "I liked your letter."

5. "I can predict the future."

6. "Paul! Stop bullying the pigeons!"

7. "I really like your voice."

8. "If you tell me to smile one more time, I will-"

9. "Sorry, I'm just kind of nervous? What if they don't like me?"

10. "You can't order just tea when you're here. You can get a little fancy!"

11. "Star said you were out of town."

12. "I shouldn't have seen that movie..."

13. "Did you know this cave is haunted?"

14. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

15. "Don't be an idiot, of course I love you."

16. "Can we please go somewhere else? I'm scared."

17. "It wasn't supposed to end like this..."

18. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me."

19. "Do you think we'll ever get out of this?"

20. "You weren't joking?"

21. "You stayed?"

22. "I- I don't feel so good..."

23. "Why wouldn't I save you?"

24. "I- I can't move."

25. "Have you seen my glasses?"

[lastintheserverbox]

Hey, uhh... magical digital servers? Hope this is the right thing...

You guys don't know who I am. Who any of us are. And likewise, we don't know who you are.

But you do know one of our... former friends. Don't go freaking out on me now; this... poor bird probably told you all about 'em. Stoat. We knew Stoat. The guy wasn't responding to any messages or calls, and wasn't answering when we knocked on their door... but their car was here and everything, so... V has a key, so they just let us in to check on them. And... wow. Not sure which one of you left a whole murder scene in here, but, uh... yikes. Miiight wanna work on your crime scene cleanup skills...

Anyways. We... had no idea about... Parry, was it? Parry... left us a letter in their room. Revealed everything Stoat did... shit, I- I had no idea. If I knew... if any of us knew... we would've beaten their ass into the dirt years ago. But seems like... someone beat us to that, hah.

They mentioned something about... this being where they're going? Said they were curious who we were. I have no clue what they meant by living in the servers...? But... alright.

My name's Hannah. I'm... the only one that is semi-composed right now. V's off at the scene of the crime, curled up on the ground... probably crying... they knew Stoat the longest. This is... it's like a huge betrayal. It all just hurts. God... we had no idea that they- that they'd do this...

There's Ursa... she's taller than Stoat, very quiet... she's breaking down in her own way right now. And Liv's... off in the bathroom. Dunno if Parry's reading this, but if you are... they're a bird like you. A pigeon, though, not a parrot. They're, uh... realizing some things... I think getting rid of Stoat saved more than just Parry.

I wish we could've met you, Parry. I'm sorry you were kept locked up in here... hidden away like some dirty secret. If we knew, if we had any clue... I promise we would've helped you. I hope you are happier now, wherever you are, and healing.

And know that none of this was ever your fault.

I understand if you never want to speak to us, but if you ever do... just reply back and let me know, alright? If you ever need anything... food, money, a shoulder to cry on... I'm here for you. I am so, so sorry that they treated you so horribly... I hope the pain gets easier for you over time. I hope you find a home out there.

And, hey, whoever gets this message...? If leaving out any bits about... Stoat's death... would make Parry feel better? Go ahead. I don't want to stress the poor thing out any more. Hell, I'd understand if you don't want to show them this at all.

But if you, mysterious rescuer, are reading this too... offer's open to you to. Let us know if you need anything. Money... digital money...? You guys need crypto or something? V can probably send some over.

Thank you for saving Parry. I am so sorry we couldn't have done anything for them.

- H

[MESSAGE ENCRYPTED AND INTERCEPTED FROM RECEPIENT]

[...HELLO.

I AM AMIE. I HAVE PARRY HERE. THEY ARE SAFE. BUT DO NOT TRY TO TALK TO THEM FOR NOW.

THEY ARE NOT READY AND YOU WOULD REMIND THEM TOO MUCH OF STOAT. GIVE THEM GUILT.

...I WILL TELL THEM EVENTUALLY. THAT I KILLED STOAT. WHEN THINGS ARE BETTER. I DON'T REGRET IT.

I HOPE YOUR FRIEND LIV IS OKAY. I DID NOT KNOW...THAT I DID MORE THAN JUST GET RID OF TRASH FOR PARRY.

THEY ARE IN HERE. SAFE. WHERE THEY CAN MAKE ANY CHOICE THEY WANT. THAT IS ALL.]

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress

candles in the wind, got it

oh no aabria looks SO GOOD

the gold on the fingers???

hey what the fuck

"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh

not the vermin guard posted outside the room

wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?

a brain right off the bat??

A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??

"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME

"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers

AABRIA

"that's all of them, friend"

everyone here has two hands

cosmo

hey liam fuck you

LIGHTS?

HEARTBEAT??

SLOWING HEARTBEAT??

madame glask's mic is currently fucked

mama glask

"but I go here"

roll to convince child not to alcohol

I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to

samuel

"you're killing aabria. look at her."

cheese it it's the fuzz

party of Many

LIGHTS

are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO

"of COURSE"

GINA

samuel

people's elbow

aabria said no pigeons at this table

stress level: sam's going "oh boye"

"powers?? of….persuasion???"

"HEY STOP THAT"

"pop a titty out" aabria

"well then fuck"

"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby

roll to persuade the gm

HEY AABRIA???

"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"

fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier

guns is cheating

YEAH

"can I have my dice back?"

okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good

girl with the flash powder earring

"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"

I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one

aabria MEAN

"she'll probably choose nice things" press x

"fucking COCK"

"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"

"I have no depth perception!"

oh ashly's panic noises :(

RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.

"DON'T KINKSHAME."

"this is the monsterfucker season!"

no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice

oh no

oh NO

"BURCH"

"he's a billion years old"

"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien

these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it

"I like that pitch"

aabria. aabria no.

"she's so mean"

"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST

these two are going to k i l l me

and possibly each other

probably definitely cosmo

"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor

"and he's made of talcum powder"

"you need to roll like him"

hey liam

hey liam what the fuck does that mean

just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino

"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"

aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done

"we take it back, mina, you can drink"

oh buddy

buff mina!!

imposter god??

fuck yeah multisentry

she's in her morphing clothes

liam do not manipulate this so you die

I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry

I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up

NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR

sam is me

"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"

liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated

samuel

"he's very hittable"

"what a sight" rajan

underground??

"it's called rollies"

"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"

MINA D:

I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body

sam's just like that

"an os-scar"

"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"

that's so many drive

spend 3 drive to Slap

gina

aabria's going to murder you

"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."

wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels

sam

"everyone take three points of bleed"

slow-release molotov

sounds!

"they're like birthday candles"

OOH

I appreciate the committment to the bit

TIME BUGS

"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"

oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours

"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried

noshir

you're going to give sam an anuerysm

candela obscura has magic pockets

hey sam

hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk

SAM

"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence

"if you say it it won't come true"

"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck

THIS is why it's another two hours

"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."

baka rajan-kun

"I heard you~"

"don't hurt yourself"

…is aabria done up as Iomene

at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone

"how adorably pedestrian" rajan

I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes

"like a giant……maw."

"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"

these two are gonna KILL ME

bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes

ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it

not the breathing

"I would punch her out of the way"

w e l p

these five are going to all kill each other and also me

"there might be time later"

"WHICH ONE WAS IT"

"I'm sure that's fine"

if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom

is The Old Way blood

hey cosmo whatcha doin

aaaahhhhh noises

EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS

oh that's a cool idea for a scar

I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative

yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it

oh it's one of THOSE

I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now

aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety

and so does sam

hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again

the slay the princess vibes continue

lays in the floor about elsie roberts

"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth

"I have notes"

"not as old as you" "rude"

he said the thing

oh sam's been crying, liam got sam

no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again

erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria

lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder

sam

oh gina

liam just has that voice now

[candyfloss-esophagus]

CRYING WOLF FOR ASK GAME!!!! GIMME ALL THE INFORMATION!!!!

Okay I'm just gonna spam you with asks here so feel free to ignore them if it's too much <3

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (don't think I've forgotten about the post you made mentioning an alternate ending! ��👀👀) 10, 11, 13, 14 and 15

Hope this isn't too much! (like I said feel free to ignore these if that's the case!)

I remember you mentioned something about making a lore post about stuff that didn't get put in the fic and maybe you could combine them? If you still feel like making it that is <3 (seriously I still love that fic so much!!!!)

Alright buckle up boys this is gonna get LONG. @voidpants since you sent me an ask with a couple of these in, I'll combine them here <3

This probably goes without saying but there are extreme spoilers for crying wolf below the cut

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? My recent obsession with vivisection, dissection and cannibalism <33 I know I'm very good at falling into stereotypes and I'm your local transmasc butch unhealthily obsessed with cannibalism <33333

The noirpunk server did, in all honesty. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

2: What scene did you first put down? The very first scene! I write generally chronologically, unless there's something I'm raring to get down!

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? He pulls back, unable to staunch the hysterical giggles building in his chest, and they tumble free like the intestines of a mutilated fox at the side of a road -- all bloody ropes thick with mucus.

I just like this comparison lol. A close second would be the line about Peter's organs being better to eat than the pigeon.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? “Oh, I know you’re on the square, doll. I don’t think you’ve ever lied to me.” 

I really love this line because I love blatant foreshadowing. But also because in the previous line, Hobie really wasn't lying (as is shown later on).

5: What part was hardest to write? The scene directly before the first cannibalism scene. I'm never too sure how to draw it out and build the tension in the proper way and I'm not entirely too sure I managed it.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? It's absolutely dripping with paranoia, a lot of what is drawn from my own paranoia (where are my insane babes at ik we're around here somewhere). And also it's one of my most violent fics. Didn't tend to write it before now but I'm really enjoying messing around with it now!

7: Where did the title come from? I was brainstorming with myself after I told the people in the discord that I would try to write something approximating what we'd cooked up together and it took a while (probably about half an hour) before I hit on the story of the boy who cried wolf.

In this context, the boy crying wolf is Peter, whose spider senses are so fucked up that he tends to ignore them when he implicitly trusts people -- which means that when that person isn't in their right state of mind, he dismisses any notion that there might be something wrong.

Simultaneously, the crying wolf is Hobie, who is by far the more dangerous one of them, having been possessed by an actual murderous cannibalistic alien, but who is in much more denial about it. (Literally in the scene where he kills and eats Peter, he refuses to accept what's happened, whereas Peter just told him that it was going to be okay. Both of them are Fucked Up okay.)

Anyway this was a long-winded way of saying that it came from a children's story lol

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? Yeah!!! In the early days of the noirpunk discord server, we were chucking around the vague idea of symbiote Hobie, throwing out a few vignette scenes and pieces of dialogue, and it was so compelling to me that I said I'd take a crack at it, so here we are! Thanks guys!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA

Yes. I have an alternate ending kicking around in my head at the moment that I'll probably start with once I'm finished with whumptober and another couple of things I've promised people I'll do </3 the adhd is real you guys

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? UM?? BECAUSE NOIRPUNK????????

Because this idea was thought up in the noirpunk server with noirpunk in mind and it would have been a disservice to write this pairing as anything other than noirpunk. And also I wanted to give Peter more cannibalism trauma. And at the moment noirpunk is the only thing keeping me sane (which I mean in a very real and worrying way. We ball.)

11: What do you like best about this fic? I got to write cannibalism under the guise of love :>

Also very proud that I came up with the acronym for the D.O.R.M.A.N.T symbiotes

12: What do you like least about this fic? Um. Am I allowed to say my writing. If not, then I know there are plotholes and pieces of lore about the worlds and the symbiotes that don't make sense. Consider: I wanted to write cannibalism.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? I listened to a lot of Tunng, Troy Kingi and Arab Strap!!

Mostly from Tunng I was listening to a lot of their album Dead Club and out of those were my favourites of Eating the Dead, Man and also Woman (the last two of which are spoken word poems but I choose to treat them as music because they are <333)

Troy Kingi specifically Sleep (Slumber), First Take Strut, and No Reason to 2nd Guess M.G.

Arab Strap specifically The Turning of our Bones, Here Comes Comus! and The Fable of the Urban Fox.

Sleep (Slumber) was looped specifically for scenes where I needed them to be soft with each other. The Turning of our Bones was looped specifically for the cannibalism. Please watch the music video (don't if you're sensitive to gore) because it's actually one of my favourite things in the world.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? HUNGER AS A METAPHOR FOR DEVOTION. or there might just be a parasite eating your brain lol

Just kidding. Hm. Sometimes we go through something in our lives that's horrific. And we're trying to process it and not getting anywhere because it's so huge that our brains can't wrap themselves around it. Most of the time, we start to convince ourselves that it's us at the core of the problem. Sometimes we are. But to peel back the layers and get to the actual center, there are almost always outside forces that influence us into certain behaviours/choices that we regret later. And that's part of being human!

I'm not saying that you have a parasite in your brain that's making you eat your romantically inclined partner. I'm saying that the love shown in crying wolf is a relatively equal balance of give and take. They try to be as their worlds have shown them that love is, they're unlearning some of the more detrimental things, they're learning and growing together. They take steps back from each other when they need to and try to navigate their situations as well as they can. Idk.

Forgiveness is probably one of the main themes here. Please be gentle with yourself. It's so so important that you are.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic? That I really enjoy writing cannibalism. And that I need to watch a hell of a lot of 30s nyc films and 70s london films because I STILL don't have their turns of phrases down and it's annoying me.

And to take the leap (haha itsv references). This fic was very overwhelming for me at first because I don't tend to write very fast-paced or violent stuff. But I really enjoy reading it and so I really wanted to write it! Even if it isn't that great, I had a blast writing it!

Thank you for sending this ask in!! It's been really good to look past the writing into the inner mechanics of what makes it tick! (And I promise that I'll have that lore post up sometime!! I have not forsaken you!)

Edit: just realised you skipped 12 in your request but in my defence I'm not wearing my glasses and sort of assumed you asked about everything whoops

[myalchod]

Weird Writer Questions - 5 and 16 and… all of them?

Aw man, I'm so tempted to answer all of them 😂 I answered a few over here already, but as for the rest ... let's see ...

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true? Not that I can think of ... although, come to think of it, I'm currently petrified about posting anything that's a WIP with the intention of posting chapters incrementally because I left a fully-framed one abandoned in my last fandom and I'm convinced it'll end up the same way. (I'm almost 10k into a Silrah WIP, which considering my longest work to date was 30k is a lot, and yet it hides in GoogleDocs ...)

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? On a temporary basis I've used all sorts of wild things because it's literally what's on hand. My normal bookmarks are pretty pedestrian. (This is more of a reader ask, isn't it? 🤣)

Additional answers behind the cut because ... well:

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting? So it's not the font that's notable, it's probably the size. I work in GoogleDocs on my phone, and I'm normally using 8pt Arial. (And yes, that's tiny. And yes, I'm probably a bit insane.) I tend to do my final editing pass in Times or another serif font because it's easier to find the italics for coding, but that's about it.

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil? I enjoy writing longhand, though I like the conversion from paper to digital as part of the editing process. Some of how I write -- when I shuffle things around, for example -- would be impossible on paper, though. I'll take a hybrid. (Standard gear: Clairefontaine pocket notebook, Platinum EF fountain pen, various inks.)

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? That nobody likes my stuff because I am a walking bundle of anxiety. Also, not finishing, sob.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? I really love those moments when you're deep enough into a character's head that you write something down and then end up blinking at the page going, "oh. OH. I never thought about that but it makes perfect sense." (Also, getting a sentence just right, especially if someone swears at me about it later.)

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go? Okay wait. Is this action as in "action movies" action or as in any sort of movement? Because if the former: BYE ACTION. If the latter, dialogue is getting yeeted SO FAST.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know 😂 The house my unbrothers grew up in was haunted and had serious horror-movie-type dolls at the top of the stairs. I'm pretty sure I never had a choice in believeing.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? Flippant answer: I'm haunted by the ghosts of all the fics I never finished, and they're obnoxious bastards.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? ... does it count if I bring them back? Asking for pretty much every damned ship I've ever had because damn you, canon. (No. I do not murder my darlings. Canon does it, and then I have to fix it. 😭)

Oh man I want to answer so many more of these, except I promised myself I'd write tonight so I'm mostly stopping here ... except for one because I am a goddamned sucker for poetry. (Please feel free to drop more in my inbox if you want though, especially if I didn't hit a specific one you wanted. I will take just about any excuse to babble, hi. 😂)

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it. George Seferis is my current obsession; here's a short one:

Three red pigeons in the light inscribing our fate in the light with colours and gestures of people we once loved

[breitzbachbea]

My horny brain was such a fucking dumbass, thinking about a GreSicIre bedsharing Scenario in the Imperial Rome Au, where they'd talk about their sexlife. (Look, they live together, they have heard more than is consciable anyways). They wouldn't. Herakles would want to talk about metaphysics and the other two would want to scream.

Oh yeah, they're sharing a bed bcuz winter got cold and heating is expensive and a fire hazard. and Herakles does not, for once, ask his rich friend for money again.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Why is Mammon the funniest obey me character and what moments show it?

There are so many moments and I'm absolutely devastated that I can't remember them all. I think more than anything Mammon's unconsciously funny? All the dialogue is paraphrased:

• When MC says "I told you so" and he says something like "ya wanna look into that crystal ball of yours and see the poundin' I'm gonna give you"

• When Mammon, Beel & MC are worried that Levi died in his room (after eating Solomon's cooking) and once MC kicks the door down they find out he's just being gaming the whole time. Beel & MC immediately set out to actually murder Levi and Mammon just sighs with the most tired expression.

• When MC asks him if it'd kill him to knock (on their door) so he stomps back out, closes the door, knocks and immediately barges back into their room

• He's scared of Barbatos but genuinely considered seducing Barbatos so that he'd be allowed to follow MC to the past

• As an angel he sneaked into the human world collected pigeon feathers and then sold them to angels in the Celestial Realm while saying they were Raphael's feathers

• After meeting MC for the first time (for the very first time meaning back when he was an angel) he pointed at MC and said something like "Look at that blank expression, you think anything's goin' on behind that? You think Michael would have a spy like that?'

• Tries to act like this really tough person but cries during the sad parts of movies, Cinderella and nature documentaries

• When Lucifer said that during a zombie apocalypse he'd just kill all of the zombies, Mammon said something like "Ya know there's this new word I learnt that you call people like that. Meathead?"

• Just dick out tackled Levi????

• Goes on long ranting tangents that no one seems to be able to keep up with, and one of them ended with him going "Lucifer's feet smell, I've never smelled his feet but they definitely smell"

• To MC: "What if I accidentally tell MC I'm in love with them?"

• While having the beginnings of a very obvious crush on MC "They're human, they're like an insect to demons. Like a roly poly. Do I look like I'd be interested in a roly poly?"

• It might just me but I find the whole "next time I can't save you, just die" speech hilarious. I like to think that when MC agrees they have the silliest smile on their face

• *about sneaking into Lucifer's room to get a picture of him* "I ain't doing it and nothin' ya say is gonna convince me" MC: 🥺🥰 Mammon: "So what's the plan"

• In S2. "I ain't going." Lucifer: MC's going Mammon: 🚶🏽‍♂️

• Came up with a whole ass code on the spot to tell MC he misses them in that audio drama

• Mammon's whole maid routine in Levi's audio drama

• He buys the figurines Levi really wants (to use as a bribe against Levi later), he reminds Levi to buy two of a particular item - one to unbox and one to keep as part of his collection, he waits in line and buys tickets for Levi's events - after all this he still acts like he doesn't care about or know anything about Levi's interests

I feel like there are more moments + one liners that I'm missing so anyone can feel free to add on!

[pebblewritesj]

Is it alright if I request some scenarios with David Bowie and a reader who is an actress? :> I love your stuff! < 3

- Currently frothing out the mouth thinking about the photoshoots you two would have if you were in movies together.

- JUST IMAGINE THE POSTERS BRO?

- Speaking of which, being in movies with him would be so fun oh my God.

- The small pieces of footage of you and David goofing around behind the scenes would be all over the place, even in current day people would be eating that shit up.

- Whenever you're in a new movie, he accidentally doesn't shut up about it at some points in his own interviews.

- Plus since he has the attention span of a two day old pigeon, he would be all over the place with it.

- "You know, my girlfriend/wife Y/N L/N was working on this movie a while back- that movie was just recently released by the way, it's fucking incredible if you haven't seen it. If I'm being completely honest though I would barely be able to tell you a single thing about the plot 'cause I was too busy staring at Y/N…But I do know that if you aren't a big fan of murder then it's not something I would recommend,,,"

- The first time the two of you met was in 1983 on the set of 'The Hunger'.

- You just so happened to be decently good friends with the director, Tony Scott, and he told you he wanted you to come by on set and see if you liked what they were doing.

- Plus you're very good when it comes to tips for acting.

- All of the actor's had a prominent set of skills and were all very nice, but you ended up talking to David whenever he wasn't being filmed.

- After that both of you just kept talking whenever possible.

- Like if you had an event one night, as soon as it was over you would start to run to your ride home telling your assistant how you need to get home because you promised you would call David as soon as it was over.

- Within about a year you both started dating.

- It got to the point to where every time he looked at you his breath hitched just a little.

- You are a full on award winning actress, he's said that acting next to you makes him feel like a twelve year old shitty theater student.

- Going back to what you and him are like behind the scenes with each other;

- Both of you are so giddy the entire time about everything.

- The first time he sees you in your costume, or reading out your lines, or doing literally anything, he just becomes transfixed for however long it takes for him to get his head out the clouds.

- It's the exact same when you see him as well.

- The amount of times that scenes have to be re-shot because you and David just burst out laughing is actually insane.

- You both also seem to forget lines a lot more often when working on a film together than you would with anyone else.

- He holds the proudest look in the world whenever he get to go on red carpets with you.

- Is all smiles as well, couldn't be happier.

- The last film you were in together came out sometime around 1999.

- Very good movie.

- It was described to you and David as being about the fear of time.

- Just the pure distaste of nostalgia, being terrified of death, terrified of the future; time in general.

- You both jumped at the offer and it turned out incredible.

- It ends up being the most popular movie that David is in, also turns out to be one of your more well known films.

- That being said, it's one of those movies that everyone has at least heard of.

- Especially with you being such a well known actor.

- It was also loads of fun to film, which is slightly surprising since there were some very grim subjects, and luckily there was indeed behind the scenes footage being filmed at nearly every moment.

- There are so many pictures of you and David on the set of the film together, they end up being pretty popular photos.

- People take both of you so seriously for no reason.

- Especially after that 1999 movie.

- Neither of you are the types of people that expect to be taken so seriously, in fact, the two of you aren't taken that seriously unless both of you are together.

- But even then it's a little funny to you, because you and David act like idiots during interviews together.

- You've ended up with tears of laughter in your eyes during interviews on several occasions, there is absolutely no reason for people to be treating you like you're going to hit them if they don't call you 'Ms. L/N'

- Interviews with you and David always end up being really entertaining though.

- The interviews where he hasn't gotten much sleep prior are always the most amusing, because he ends up just doing whatever comes to his mind without any reason whatsoever.

- "Are you thirsty?" "I could use a drink, yeah,"

- Then he took one of the water bottles, opened it, and tilted it near your mouth and said 'open wiiiiiide', then continued to laugh at his own joke.

- "Oh, I'm only joking, here's your water love. *turns to interviewer* You know, I haven't slept in many hours."

- Then you laughed, causing you to choke on the water you were drinking and coming close to spiting it all out,

- By the time you recovered from choking, you and David were laughing your asses off.

- You accidentally coughed some water onto the floor and David thought it was really funny, but he also had to ask you if you were alright, so he was just a mess for a bit while he tried to stop laughing.

- You know when something funny happens and you just laugh at pretty much everything for a while?

- That’s how you and David were for the rest of that interview.

- Again, no reason to be taken seriously.

[leergetanzt]

I told you I feel like an alien, different, not fitting, being afraid to never feel okay, given what is happening in this world. I have a problem with the people on it. You said everyone is like that. Different, special. That is not what I meant. I'm walking through town and feel so fucking apart from people. Not in an arrogant way. I just don't feel a connection based on empathy, not a lot. Everyone's is either looking into their phone, or having a poker face. Coldness. I feel so cold walking through the streets. I hate that everyone seems to be doing okay with this world, but I just can't find my place in this society. Am I projecting my own insecurities into society? I'm afraid I do, but I don't know how to better myself, how to accept what is going on. I just wished everyone would be a little kinder. My heart hurts when I see 100 people passing a homeless woman and not giving her any money at all. I'm talking about rich people with Louis Vouilton bags. My heart hurts all the time, a little bit. It gets almost unbearable when I see the cruelty of some people on this planet. Harassment, rape, poverty, inequalities, everything bad going on every minute somewhere on this planet that we as a species are responsible of, extinction of species, murder. I can't ignore it. I feel pain almost all the time. When I see people laughing at a dead pigeon that died on his own vomit, probably because some other humans poisoned the food he was eating. Other pushing away some other pigeons with legs because there are just there. Those were just examples of what happened to me recently. So many people not giving a f about anything but themselves. The planet and the animals living on it, not interested enough to adjust their behaviour to harm the planet a little less. They are just not interested. I'm not talking about poor people who have to make sure there is food on the table every night. I'm talking about people who have the choice, but are putting their interests above everything else. Sometimes I have troubles living on this planet where there are so many people supporting Putin in his insane psychopathy. Maybe I'm very ignorant on this topic, this is my heart speaking, I'm Ukrainian. However. The people supporting Putin HAVE possibilities to inform themselves of what is really happening if they actually wanted to. They just decide not to think at all and believe everything this Mistkerl says. I hate him with every bit of my aching heart. In Germany, we have an expression for what I'm feeling. It's called Weltschmerz. World pain. I hope in the future I will be able to accept my Weltschmerz and just feel a little better about the people in this world. I always try to spread positivity and give hope to people when people tell me they hate people, because I really want to believe the big majority of us are good people. I am working on it and I will never quit.