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[evita-shelby]

Spread too thin

Request by @tumblin-theworldaway who sent me this lovely prompt

🥖Alfie buttering his toast and using said knife to stab a man? 👀

gif by @ephrampettaline

Beast the Chihuahua belongs to @justrainandcoffee

“See the thing about butter, mate, is that it can get spread too thin on a piece of toast.” He begins as he butters his toast while he talks to the filthy little rat sitting across from him.

Alfie doesn’t speak menacingly. In fact, his manner is casual as it always is, and yet the man before him is shaking like the Chihuahua he keeps.

Actually, scratch that. He isn’t sure he’s even seen the Beast of Camden Town shake.

“Yeah, you think you got enough butter for the bread, and you think you can spread it evenly through the whole slice, but then this shit happens.” Alfie shows him the half buttered bread and gives it to him. The man refuses it until he shoves it into his mouth.

“You’re like this bread, mate, spread too thin from having to work for me like an honest god-fearing man and those pigs down at the station.” Alfie doesn’t waste any time in embedded his lovely butter knife into the man’s eye with the gracefulness of a professional.

[freddiewatts]

if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

“I do own some dresses that I adore - but, really, I’m fickle and my newest one is always my most favourite. 

That said though, dresses really are more Ephram’s domain than mine - he’s got those long lovely legs that make everything look bloody fantastic - so it’s his dresses that are really the ones I love best.”

[alessafalling]

candid conversation || ephram & essie

@ephrampettaline​

It had reached a point where she couldn't carry on, she wasn’t quite sure what was happening but she’d noticed enough of a pattern to have suspicions about the results. After everything she’d been warned about in this town Essie couldn’t deny that she’d been affected by something at least, and the results were turning out to be rather unsavoury.  

The fairy flees the front desk and steals into Ephrams office, working completely against her better judgement. But he was the man to speak to, and as she closes the door behind herself she can’t help but blurt out. “I’m hungover as hell, I’ve caught something or other from this fucking town again, and I need to go home before I get fired.” and as the words leave her mouth she is once again mortified, far far too much information.

[thisbrutalbelle]

Magic&Ghosts || Bella&Ephram

[ TEXT ]: Hey, I know we haven’t spoken since pride but it felt like things were good. [ TEXT ]: Thought I’d check in. See how your magic is. [ TEXT ]: Wondered if maybe you too had a visitor?

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[kitjameson]

More info on "dressed in men's clothes" and "been too honest"? XD

Oh boy, too honest for Vi generally means that she let out more than she wanted to - which is basically any time someone asks her if she’s okay. Before SBS Vi was more of a closed off person, but with the friends she’s made here she’s learned that it’s okay to ask for help, and to show who you are to people who can appreciate it.

Vi has been known to don a suit now and then, but her regular wear is mainly just mens clothes, though she likes to think clothes can’t have a gender! She wears old band tees, flannels, mens jeans -  mens underwear. She also has preformed in Drag a couple of times.  

[theberrybugle]

How likely is it that this 'buddy system' will become an entourage system for Bellamy?

Who from the SBSD would she want as part of her entourage, though? The choices are slim pickings indeed:

flaccid fairy

drunk wolf 

narcoleptic fairy

ephram

She’d be better off taking a spiral-cut ham with her on her strolls through town. 

@thisbrutalbelle, @thisdaringdanny, @scarlettxruby, @alessafalling, @ephrampettaline

[myth01s]

03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status?

03: Do you regret anything? 

Always.

04: Are you insecure? 

Well, that would depend, I suppose. I am fairly confident with who I am in general, seeing that I have over a century to figure that out. But I do feel insecure about certain things. Mostly with personal relationships that I have right now. 

05: What is your relationship status?

Ah. I believe the youngins would say - single and available? Single and ready to mingle? Whatever it is, I am without a partner at the moment, if that’s what you’re asking. Not sure about ‘available or ready to mingle’ part, though.

[bumblingbrujo]

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on? | maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street. | quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

“People seem to really like my muscles or my dimples. There lies the duality of humankind.” 

“Probably when I ran into my half brother for the first time (unbeknownst to me) while he was cursed into the mental state of a… 7 year old? 9 year old? And then I ran after him and tricked him into coming with me…. kidnapped him? And broke the curse.” @ianncardero

“Oooh tea! I’m particular about my tea, so it depends on what kind of tea. But my two favorites, desert sage and green - I take straight, hot, and with no additions. If I want to replace my coffee with an english breakfast then I’ll add milk and sugar, but let’s be real, at that point it’s time for coffee. But ah speaking of coffee, I have the masochistic trait of being able to taste tannins and still liking things with tannins in them (coffee, wine). Which means I need milk in my coffee if I don’t want my face to look like a bulldog licking piss of a nettle. But I can take or leave sugar. Now specialty coffee, dang is that stuff good. And I’ll try almost anything. Caramel? Yes. Mochas? Yes. Even pumpkin spice!” 

[thisdaringdanny]

Warning || Ephram&Danny

[ TEXT ]: Hey, Sheriff. [ TEXT ]: So I’ve been helping a citizen with something and he thinks perhaps more people should know, he was kind of nervous, but I figure I should talk to you before I worry too many people. [ TEXT ]: Reckon we could have a meeting the next time you’re in the office?

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[darlapettaline]

8: Did you go out or stay in last night? | 9: What habits do you dislike in others? | 10: What habits do you dislike in yourself?

8: Did you go out or stay in last night?

‘Course I went out! Not much else to do in this small town really except drink and dance on a Saturday night. Well, there’s plenty to do if you’re borin’, I just ain’t interested in it. 

9: What habits do you dislike in others? 

Immovable people. People all high and mighty on their high horses takin’ the high road. Maybe they need to take the sticks out their asses and actually get high. 

I might be a self-described bitch, but I’ll admit when I’m wrong and I ain’t tryin’ to push my virtues and ideals down folk’s throats.

10: What habits do you dislike in yourself?

How dare you! I’m flawless. Naw, I ain’t that brain dead. I hate that I smoke, both cigarettes and weed, but fuck if I got the willpower to quit. Started younger than I like to admit and I can’t stand the smell clingin’ on my clothes. Back in the holler you had to get hooked on somethang just to stave off the boredom. I coulda picked somethang far worse. Like Ephram did. Least I didn’t ruin my teeth with Mountain Dew like my myriad of cousins.

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[isadelavega]

Being booed offstage

8/10

It’s strange because technically speaking she doesn’t fear this. She believes she’s good, she believes she can capture audiences and take them on a journey, she believes her voice is amazing, but at the same time there’s this irrational fear in her that what if all the people in the audience turn out to be tone-deaf and dumb and just don’t understand the nature and beauty of storytelling and then they collectively decide she is good and just boo her out. She knows it won’t happen, but sometimes it still terrifies her to her bone. Also definitely had this nightmare and woke up all sweaty and terrified several times through the years.

[joeyvoeman]

Whichever prompt speaks to you!

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5. My muse finds yours unconscious in an alleyway.

Bartenders were used to handling drunks, so when the bartender sounded annoyed on the phone, Joey knew it was serious. He drove faster than he probably should have to the little out of the way bar, but when he headed inside, he didn’t see Ephram anywhere. “We threw him out back,” the bartender grumbled. “He was scaring away my customers.”

Joey shot the man an icy look before turning on his heel and heading out, rounding the building until he found the back alley. There was only one light down the dark gravel path between the buildings, and he saw a dark figure under said light by the bar’s back entrance. Joey hurried toward it, finding Ephram’s mess of blonde head face down in the gravel. With a sigh, Joey grabbed him, picking him up by the back of the collar. 

He was complete dead weight. A few pieces of gravel stuck to his face as Joey flipped him over, and he brushed them off gently. “Ephram,” he said, his voice cutting through the otherwise quiet night. “Wake up, pal.” He gave Ephram’s cheek a few pats, but no response. Just a slack-jawed country boy who...wasn’t breathing. 

“Shit.”

He acted quickly, checking for a pulse and feeling a faint one, but it was off rhythm. Ephram was wearing a button up flannel, and Joey wasted no time ripping it open to expose the man’s bare chest. He laid his hand on it and sent an electrical pulse through his fingertips into the other man’s flesh. His body jumped to life, but his eyelids stayed heavy. Another pulse. And another. Joey was watching Ephram’s face so closely for any change, and finally on the fourth shock, Ephram’s eyes shot open, and he sucked in a huge, shuddering breath. 

“Joey?” he asked after gaining a bit of composure back. “What’re you...?” And suddenly it seemed to call come back to him. Joey helped him sit up, and Ephram hung his head as he leaned on his knees. “Ah hell, I’m sorry.” He reached up and pat Joey on the shoulder, Joey’s hand on Ephram’s back to support him. “I ain’t meant for you to go through all this trouble for me.” 

“I’m your sponsor. And your friend. It’s what I’m here for.”

Ephram nodded, head still hanging as he stared at the gravel underneath him. “Fell off the wagon right on my ass after Freddie...” He didn’t seem to be able to finish his sentence, and Joey rubbed his friend’s back. A firm hand to keep him steady.

“I know, chief. I know.” He grabbed Ephram’s arm and helped him to his feet, providing his shoulder for the man to lean on as he slung Ephram’s arm over his shoulders. “Let’s get you dried out and then we can talk. Sound good?”

Ephram just nodded as they walked toward the car, his head heavy with alcohol and grief.

[freddiewatts]

"I make audible little happy sounds when Ephram touches me" -- do you still do this? Do the sounds vary depending on the situation?

“I do. I can’t help myself - my body just reacts to his touch; it lights up and I can’t stop myself from letting out comparably appreciative sounds.

...and of course those sounds vary depending on the situation, love. A squeeze of my hand doesn’t produce the same whining keen that teasing my prostate does.”

[alessafalling]

growing concerns || ephram & essie

@ephrampettaline

TXT: Sorry to bother you.

TXT: just

TXT: well, we’ve been getting a  few concerned calls.

TXT: And I don’t quite know what to tell people.

TXT: It can’t be a coincidence.

[thisbrutalbelle]

Birthday Bloom || Bella&Ephram

      Stiletto cut faux pink nails on display as Bella pressed her middle finger to hot pink lips, she squinted her eyes and pulled her top lip up on one side, as though she were tough. Her phone made a ‘click’ sound as she took the picture. Hair back to brown since her experiment with Vi and Essie, it contrasted the rose gold of her car in the background. It was all very self indulgent, but, as the headband she wore declared, it was her birthday and she got to be a little more narcissistic than usual.

       So she altered positions, nails coming down to her necklace hung between her lack of cleavage and pouted slightly, as she waited for Ephram. No way was he getting in her car and Bella had practically thrown away the old G-Wagon - she hadn’t driven over a single curb, hit a mailbox, or needed to hard break since her Vision Next had started to drive itself - so she wasn’t able to pick him up. The destination had been set though and she’d send him the address to the florist she’d found.

       ‘Buttercup Florists’ and was, strangely, owned by an nymph and a werewolf, the married pair had been serving Bella’s floral needs for a while, helping supply her with the edelweiss she required, flowers for both her establishments and just general treats for herself. The florist itself had a greenhouse attached, which Bella enjoyed because it was not green but rather shifting in colour with the nymphs own magic as they felt the changing needs of the plants. Which was also why the music constantly changed, as the plants needs shifted. It seemed unusual for an old Dutch style establishment, with flowers practically pouring out it’s doors, to be playing ‘Bled for Days’ by Static-X, but most walked by without question.

       When Ephram’s own car pulled up Bella’s hips pushed her off her car, the lights on it changing from pink to purple and back again as it locked itself. “Happy Birthday to me!” she announced, clutching her phone, as she had no purse and no pockets, but throwing her hands up anyway. “I’m so excited!” she beamed, smile practically pulling up onto the glitter that littered her cheeks. A very festive look to her.

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[danisavin]

Is there a subcategory you identify with? Butch, Femme, etc?

“My identity regarding both gender and sexuality is relatively fluid, so I don’t identify with any particular subcategories. Day to day, how I choose to express myself can be markedly different. Because of that, fitting into any set category or persona would simply be impossible for me.

But, I suppose I could have been labeled as a ‘tomboy’ as a kid, before I knew a nonbinary gender even existed.”