#TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME

[emacrow]

Lilith, The Mistress of Fear is getting her small scarecrow. By emacrow/prompt creator pt 1

It was her turn to watch over the young king in his latest, most rarest vacation, reincarnation at the finest.

Unfortunately, being alive is the cost she paid gratefully because the last reincarnation vacation his majesty had took was ended shortly due to the idiotic ghost guard who fell to watch him.

This time Fright Knight was smart enough to use the reincarnation trip easy enough, but being reborn in a woman body that was shocking similar to her own original body from back then was nostalgic in a tragic way.

Same two birthmarks under her right dark emerald eye and right side of her mouth. The chaotic scar covered her left arm, and long scar going through her right eyebrow across her pale emerald eye, ending at her cheekbone.

Her body was still strong and muscular in the sense of tallness, but unfortunately she can still feel the softness that she needed to train more as she could still hold the soulshredder that seemed to had grow larger in size for her. (I think because your ghost form was much taller than you think?)

Clothes are a bit smaller as she gotten older and much taller then most ladies and men, then what she used to but getting specially tailored clothes to match her size was a godsend.

She had been alive for twenty-four year now, working as a bounty huntress that these small men whisper of The Mistress of Fear at night, while taking care of the young king in the daytime who was born to shameful parents that dare abandoned him in a wasteful bin.

Thankfully She can trace where his newest body was at the right time, not mere a couple minutes before the disposal men come with their raging machine on wheels.

Five years in Gotham, she kept a downlow considering there is a liminal in a bat suit patrolling around. Unfortunately that didn't last with a particular scarecrow.

Said scarecrow who was in sack mask looking at her with his face redder than a tomato considering she was sitting on him in her living room.

Jonathan Crane, supposed bringer of Fear as the Scarecrow.

Amateur at best.

Lilith considered Crane annoying at the beginning the first three dozen times they has met up with him trying to spray her with 'Fear Toxin and Gas' considering how he believe he was better at her with bringing Fear to other.

That declaration made her laugh hard that first meeting if Crane think he could best her, with how short and scrawny he was compared to her majestic tall and strong form, even her young King wasn't that scrawny when he was a ghostling.

This supposed 'Fear Toxin' was nothing to her, for she was The Mistress of Fear, formerly known as The Fright Knight in the infinite realm.

Then came the odd courting such a present with a doll stuffed filled with exploding Fear toxic, chocolate with toxic vial filled with the hazelnut spreading inside added a nice flavor, the dance between the two during a gold spar giving her a good nick on her shoulder was a nice touch, switching the candle in her crafted pumpkin with a ticking bomb full of Fear gas was a lovely gesture for her halloween party, and the best was a beautiful Sword sheath filled with concreated Fear toxic that melt even the hardest metal, but the soulshredder seem to love the spa treatment in it. Lilith swear the soulshredder was spoiled rotten by that sword sheath.

The little sneaky seeking short man somewhat crawled into her anicent void of a broken heart, and took over. She enjoyed their weekly meeting between them now that was until two weeks ago.

Jonathan can deny and struggle all he wanted after the last discussion and spar two weeks ago when she told him that she accepted his courting, which led to him avoiding her like a ghost, ha.

Jonathan think he could avoid her after taking her heart with him was rather dull of him considering she knew all his secrets hideouts by now with the amount of time he had kidnapped her in the previous years.

He should be honored to gain the hand in marriage of Mistress of Fear after all the beautiful lavishly courting gifts he sented her the past 2 years. Badly lying and saying they were to sabotage her was laughable. He had seduced her mind, and then she seduced him the same way all the way into marriage.

There is no escaping The Mistress of Fear, Jonathan. You dug into this haunted house of a heart, and once you're in, there is no escape.

Second part link here<-

[yonemurishiroku]

People keep joking about the You’re not my type so

Petition for a black-haired Will Solace, who would then make every in-show Solangelo fanarts look like Percico.

[firewasabeast]

just another gen audience member here, and i have to say, i see why you love brad. he's great! my new favorite character from this season actually. and it's so nice to be rid of that kannird guy. his actor was too beefy and had way too much dick in his pants

bawk 🐔

[ravencincaide]

You have a collect call from–

Summary:  Just because you’re still single doesn't mean you were waiting for him to come crawling back to you.You were moving on at your own pace- or so you told yourself. OR the time you made Dazai sweat a little.

Pairing: Fem reader x Osamu Dazai

Inspired by sweetober prompt 28: Calling  

Warnings: Cursing, lying, a little toxic, a little manipulative. It's BSD come on.

You have a collect call from Dazai an inmate at Mersault correctional facility. If you wish to accept the charges and proceed with the call, press 1. Otherwise–You hung up before the automated voice could finish the standard message and placed the stationary phone slowly back into its place atop the heavy, dark wooden desk inside your office. Your hand lingered atop the device for a few moments- just ready to rip it up to your ear if the bastard tried to get ahold of you again with a typical, back to back, call. 

Surprisingly, none came.  

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you pulled your hand back to your body, and dropped it heavily into your lap. Then you leaned further against the fine leathery back of your office chair. A somewhat comforting motion that put some distance between you and the thing that dared disturb your peace. As if by habit your eyes shifted to the clock which ticked away time at the opposite side of the desk. Right beside a face-down picture frame. The cursed thing showed a few minutes shy of midnight. Too early to go home in a feeble attempt to get some rest before the start of another working day; too late to go to the local bar for something stronger than a cider. 

A pity. 

Then again you were going to participate in a workshop the following day, and reeking alcohol while sitting next to the highest bosses of the organization seemed like an amateur move. As much as you wanted to take a drink; sober was your only option. 

It was for the best, you persuaded yourself for the uptenth time as you rested your head on the palm of your hand. You did not want to give Dazai the satisfaction of knowing he still had such a profound effect on you. Did not want to make him believe that just hearing his pre-recorded voice was enough to unsettle you - to make you a whirlwind of complicated emotion that only the sip of booze could dull. 

He was an ex; a part of your past. An unsatisfying, unconcluded but still a part of the past. As if on cue the phone rang again. You declined it after a second.Yet  you barely managed to pull it from your ear before the next call came. You declined that one, but then the next one rang and then the next:

You have a– 

You have a collect call– 

You have a collect call from Hello Belladonna~

With each call, each automated tone or a breath of his voice you could feel your emotions growing more messy, more intertwined. Then spiraling into a ball of burning humiliated rage. How fucking hard was it for him to take a ‘no’ for an answer? Did you seriously need to spell it out for him. Another call, another purr of his smooth voice and you finally pressed 1. A low beeping echoed in the phone then a rustling sound as your call was redirected and connected to Mersault. 

“ What the fuck do you want?!” you snapped in half a yell the second you heard his intake of breath on the other side. 

“ Aww my belladonna is angry at me, what a sad situation” Dazai’s voice sounded genuinely sad; a puppy dog whine that didn’t let you get a word in. “ Each phone call is so expensive and my Donna does not even want to pick them up. Imagine the hassle of calling your house, your phone and your cell only to find out you’re still in the office. Ahh my bella you're so cruel, I try so hard and I’m greeted with such a hateful tone. Truly– “ 

“ Cut the act Dazai” you finally gathered enough frustration to not be swept up in his skillfully crafted web of lies. Still even you could tell that your tone was not as sharp as it was before- the anger a fraction of what it was from the first dial earlier that night. 

“ My my there’s no need to be rude belladonna  I was just being polite; not easy being single in your line of work” the way he addressed you now was the more familiar tone, the playful casual smile that made it all too obvious that he thought he had you where he wanted you to. That he was certain in your infatuation with him which would have kept you waiting for his return like an obedient puppy. Clearly he didn’t expect for his puppy to grow claws. 

“ What makes you think I’m single?” you raised an eyebrow, a hint of genuine surprise sipping into your tone of voice. 

Your question made Dazai laugh; “ Come now, no one would spend a night in their office if they had a lover to come home to. Stop acting coy and just come back to me.” He sounded almost bored with his statement. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and yet you could hear the tiniest hint of uncertainty.  Combined with the fact that he was calling you; the questions he asked and words he spoke instead of simply turning up on your doorstep told you he wasn’t as certain in his statements as he made himself out to be. Wasn’t as confident that nothing changed in his absence as tried to make out. Perhaps he was even letting you see this thing- this weakness in exchange for an honest conversation- or maybe he was too tired and desperate to hide all his sides from you in a carefully crafted mask that was Dazai. Too bad you were not in the mood for his games. 

“ Don’t bother coming to my place, Osamu. It’s not your home anymore” you answered before hanging up the phone. Then you turned it off, not giving him the satisfaction to play with you. Nor the closure- or the ability to nag and manipulate your mind from an unknown distance away. If he wanted to talk to you, to persuade or trick you, he would have to do so in person. To get his scrawny little ass out of Mersault - which you both knew he was more than capable of achieving- and then grace you with his presence. 

Now all that was left was to wait; either you had just ruined any chances of rekindling your half-a-year-on-hold relationship with Dazai, or you had just intrigued and hurt him enough to make him crave you all the more, like the forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach of his lips. 

And only time would tell which one.  

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[kneelbeforezod]

You best stop being so intoxicating from a distance, before I mail you one of my hoodies with my scent upon it.

[erodingsinner]

[orchideous-nox]

wisestar.

goldenshower.

[missingpucks]

from here

[jake26786]

Dear Harmione haters, don’t fucking rant about your dislike of the ship in the tag if you are too dumb to not put a damn ANTI in front of it first. Nobody has time for your ‘canon’ bullshit.

[candy-for-the-win]

Have you ever had the moon as a date then the sky falls apart?

“no..but I would like to fly my cat to the store to play chess with a chair”

[sparksinthenight]

Y’all know what? We should make an anti-Hamilton musical that is about all the slaves that the Founding Fathers had.

[aaabatteryy]

[coppertophomegurl]

Spending a week with my in-laws and then going to my brother's wedding the following week so anytime I get asked when we're having kids I've decided to respond with

"Dear God no, never. I'm WAY to pretty to have kids"

Because I am fucking tired of always having this conversation and I'm kinda in the mood to start shit 🤷‍♀️

[diariesofabrattysubmissive]

Well well

It would seem my "tamer" has decided to play a dangerous game by saying I'm a wanna be. Ha jokes on him because I called him out as a wanna be tamer on reddit. 😌 I will happily await the consequences of my own actions

Me waiting for well deserved punishment:

[ancient-pokehistorian]

Hey I need your expertise on something: do you happen to know if there were any particular symbols associated with Vanitas' Queen? That have survived at least. - @untitledducklett

Cael you little shit what are you planning [Message deleted]

You're going to have to be more specific. Being in part a meritocracy, Vanitas saw the reign of several queens over its existence.

@untitledducklett

[yeenaldlooshii]

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