#god i'm a little pathetic artist aren't I?

[just-jessiejames]

do you ever just get that artistic urge to gently grasp someone's face and tilt it just right, so that you get the perfect angle to draw the light against their cheek? is it just me? does anyone else see another human and just go "I wish to coax you gently into the pose my mind desires. I want to turn you into colors. I need to outline every part of you. I want to see how the light shimmers off your skin. stay still." but you know- in the artistic way! hahahahaaaa- (says something very romantic)

[kenphobia]

HEY LOVER!

"Hey lover, won't you treat me right?"

summary. wally may be the town's darling but in his eyes and heart, you're the actual darling <3 (headcanons / 0.9k wc / see end notes)

contents. tooth-rotting fluff, kind of crackship core, romantic relationship. read my pinned post before interacting!

✦ Perhaps, you were a new neighbor or just a random puppet from the outskirts of the neighborhood— whoever and where ever you are, you were bound to meet Wally some point in your life.

✦ Wally is a curious puppet and loves putting his (imaginary) nose into places he shouldn't be putting, and you caught his eye for some unknown reason. It was fine enough, he was only interested about your life before the neighborhood and what kind of things you like. Eventually, you started asking the same questions back at him and it went on from there.

✦ There was always something that Wally would get interested in someone, no matter how pathetic and boring they look and are. It's up for your own interpretation why he was so intrigued by your person in the first place, maybe it was your personality? Your smile? Your voice? Wally loves it all regardless.

✦ Being the town's local artist, Wally takes most of his inspiration from his surroundings and sooner or later, he began adding bits of you in his paintings. It began when you happened to be one of the many faces he painted to crowd his landscape paintings until he started painting portraits of you, many and many canvases pilling up in the corner, and all of them were of you.

✦ I wouldn't exactly say Wally was embarrassed, but he was coy. He only showed you few of those portraits and gave it you, but most of them are tucked somewhere in his house aka his bedroom. He reasoned was because they're unfinished when in reality, he couldn't properly 'sleep' without having a bit of you near him, even if it's just a painting he made.

✦ Wally loves it when you spend time with his friends too, especially when you get along with Barnaby! The canine puppet was his bestest friend and enjoys spending time with you two at the same time. He couldn't help but fawn over his two favorite people hanging out and actually being friends. Seems like a dream for him, to be honest.

✦ Before you and Wally had made it 'official', everyone assumed the two of you were already a thing. It was confusing, to say the least. It makes sense once you realized how lovey dovey you two had acted around each other.

Upon hearing a knock on your door, you immediately rushed to it and opened it. Though, you were about to open your mouth and blurt out a greeting, you stopped your tracks as you saw Frank holding Wally by his collar. Wally didn't look too happy being held up like a wet, pathetic cat.

"Sorry to disturb you, (Name), but I believe this is yours." Frank began, motioning to the smaller puppet beside them. "Your little boyfriend over here was found stealing few of Howdy's apples again."

You blinked, furrowing your brows in complete and utter confusion. "I— First of all, Boyfriend? And second of all, he was doing what again?"

"He was caught messing with the apples for the 3rd time this week. Eddie's dealing with an angry Howdy right now and we have to deal with your lovebirds' troubles because we're the only other couple here unfortunately." Frank explained, doing various of hand actions.

"I'm sorry, but me and Wally aren't a couple??"

Frank made a sound of confusion and acknowledgement. "Hm, I thought you were one of us. My mistake."

"I- I have no idea if you mean if we're also gay or if we're also in relationship like you and Eddie."

"Are we though?"

"Wally, I swear to god—"

✦ Wally is extremely touch starved, like most residents, and doesn't know what to do when you do give him affection so he goes limp in your arms. It takes him a few seconds to recover once you release him though, maybe stumbling a bit when you settle him back down on the floor or even crashing back into you. The latter would definitely happen and you'd be stuck with him atop you until someone pulls him off or you do.

✦ Whenever Home locks Wally out, you'd offer him to stay in your house. He'd deny a couple of times, but he'd later come with you since he doesn't want to stay out at night. He never really liked the dark anyways.

✦ He was a little nightlight at both yours and his place, and would ask you tell him bedtime stories. He doesn't sleep, yes, but he does enjoy laying down beside you and being used as some sort of stuff animal. He also even closes his eyes, so you'd think he's sleeping. You know he isn't and often call his BS.

"You know, (Name), that was the bestest sleep I had. We should do a sleepover again." Wally sugguested once, enjoying a lovely breakfast with you. He had turned away from his plate to face you for a moment, his pupils shrinking down.

"Wally, you don't sleep." You deadpanned, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hand.

"How would you know that, (Name)?" Wally tilted his head, smiling.

"Chanting 'I am sleeping' with your eyes closed doesn't count as sleeping, Wally."

✦ You're also the first one people would go to if Wally got into trouble. He's always off messing with Howdy's apples, 'borrowing' Julie's hairspray supply, breaking and entering in someone's house, etc... As much as many felonies Wally had committed, you still love him.

✦ You just wish he wasn't so nosy to make up for his lack of a nose.

end notes. rewritten version of my previous yan!wally headcanons, friendly neighbor, although you could say this is just a normal headcanon that isn't derived from a now deleted post and it's stíll fine <33

i wanted to keep the old title but bleh, this is romantic so yeehaw (this was also queued btw lol)

requests are always open and my inbox is free for any recs (podcasts, args, etc), chatter and info dumping. ask for updates and i will burn your house like wally burned your mom /lh

[haemey]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite fighter characters? And what do you like about them?

They can weild any weapon (swords, spears, axes, clubs, knives, bare hands, etc.); they can be of any class or variety of combatant (ones who rely on strength like brawlers or berserkers, ones who use finesse like martial artists or technique masters, ones who balance defensive and offensive equipment like knghts or samurai, etc.); they can be of any race or species (from fantasy or sci-fi); they can even have access to special powers to improve their combat skills (magical, psychic, technological, superpowers, etc.).

What matters is that one of their primary skills, roles in the story, and traits as a character is physical fighting.

That's a toughie... The fight-heavy stories aren't usually my favourites. Except that's kind of a lie? I don't read/watch for the fighting, basically.

Now watch me contradict myself.

Erm... I like Lord of the Rings, so Aragorn is an obvious choice. I like that the men in LotR have personalities beyond just "me stronk and me own sword". He cries on screen in the Fellowship, and it doesn't detract at all from his manliness. That's hot as hell.

Geralt of Rivia. I found the Witcher series by watching Let's plays, then I read the books. I don't know if Polish humour is just different from what I'm used to, but it took me a while to realise that Geralt's not just a grumpy asshole (he is), but he's cracking joke after joke. He's just so deadpan about it, his humour is so bone dry, it didn't even register at first. Good stuff.

The entire Demon Slayer cast, tbh. Inosuke is such an idiot.

Alex Louis Armstrong. He sparkles. He is big. He is strong. He is more muscular than Schwarzenegger in his heyday. He cries manly tears. He is useful even when it rains (looking at you, Mustang). He has no flaws.

Zagreus. He's hot, he has daddy issues, he's a little bit pathetic, he's a literal god, he rizzes up Death himself, as well as one of the furies whose job it is to torture the dead, he has a dog. His voice actor also wrote the soundtrack for Hades and acted and sung Orpheus.

Link. He canonically eats rocks.

[lost-jams]

Brushes And Beats chapter 11

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:that awkward moment when you are caught in a lie:

It was clear to me that Jimin had feelings for me, so clear that it scared me, my chest tightens as I replay our encounter over and over in my mind. "Stop Y/n, you are not going through it again" I chastised myself, I am not ready to start anything with anyone Hell I don't even know I'll ever be. Huffing leaned back in my chair staring at the city lights, The weather is windy, it's nice, it's peaceful as I watch the bustling streets below.

It wouldn't work between us anyway, Once his fans or the media or even his manager finds out about any of these...It's over, and I'll be left alone all over again.

Maybe all he wants is a one-time thing.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much I've moved on from my past, No matter how many chances I had for romance and love, Yoongi always was in the back of my mind reminding me of my scars.

Hell, I would have been married to him if it weren't for his betrayal, maybe by this time we would have had babies as we planned, just what went wrong between us? I don't think I'll be able to start anything new until I've finally let go of my past without any unanswered questions or lingering thoughts of what if.

It won't just be fair to anyone involved.

pathetic

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Checked tablecloth and candles. Romantic music and I dolled up nicely in a red dress and lipstick. The only thing keeping me from dozing off is the little sharp nervous feeling in my stomach when I think of the inevitable kiss with this person.

name: Jason Smith

Job: Resturant Manager

A slice of panic opens in my gut. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

"What are your plans for the future?" he asked, his gaze fixated on me with a glimmer of anticipation. "umm...I do plan on opening my own makeup studio someday" I reply, trying to ignore the unease that settling in my heart.

"Y/n," he began, "I've heard about you. You must be in demand in the industry,"

His words were kind, but I was unusually distant, my mind elsewhere. "You could say that, I have been doing this for 6 years" I answered, forcing a polite smile, "The world of makeup artists is small, so not much to compete with."

Jason laughed, a rich, hearty sound that normally would have put me at ease, but not tonight. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it did, sooner than expected.

"Oh Y/n, a beautiful, successful woman like you deserves the best. Something more luxurious than your eyeshadow palette." His words, meant to be complimentary, hit the wrong chords, and I saw red.

I suppressed an annoyed sigh, taking a deep breath instead. Repeating a critique similar to Jimin had made felt strange coming out of Jason's mouth.

"Jason, last time I checked, you weren’t the make-up police." It was a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, but his laughter sounded forced.

When he tried to interject with his opinions on skincare next, I cut him off. "Jason, we're here for a relaxed dinner, aren't we? Let's keep it that way."

His nod of acknowledgment did nothing to soothe my agitated nerves. The rest of the evening passed in an awkward pretense of a date, our conversation a stilted exchange of pleasantries, each moment more taxing than the previous one.

As the night ended, I bid him goodbye, knowing in my heart that the date was the first and the last. I walked home, the night's cacophony fading into silence, and Jimin's teasing face swam into my mind. A nightmarishly engaging co-worker, a constant pain. But as I recalled our moments together, I wondered if my date had already ruined any chance of seeing him differently. Was I already too late?

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Name: Mark Hudson

Job: Auto-mobile engineer

"I don't really appreciate women doing jobs"

Oh God, did he really just say that?

yes, yes he did

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Name: Luke Thompson

Job: Accountant

"I never understood why anyone would choose career paths in arts, OH I'm not saying it's a bad thing...I just personally don't find it practical"

"I see" I replied, gritting my teeth as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes

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Name: Craige Williams

Job: Dentist

"And then he vomited all over my chair! I guess some people just can't handle dental work"

I looked down at my corn soup...It looks like vomit...

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Name: Kim Seok Jin

Job: Surgeon

"I really don't know how you can stomach all the blood when you do your job" I replied to his medical traumas he shared "Trust me, It wasn't easy for me at first, but you get used to it over time" Jin paused, for a moment "what do you call the most detail-oriented ocean?"

"What?" I looked at Jin, confused "Uhh, not sure " he grinned "The Pacific!" with that, he burst into laughter, his joke wasn't funny but his laugh was infectious and I couldn't help but mirror it.

Finally a nice guy

"You must get all the juiciest gossip from your clients," Jin asked with a playful grin, "Why are you curious?" I replied with a coy smile, "Not really, but it would be interesting to know all the tea besides I bet it won't beat the dramas from the hospital" As the conversation continued, I found myself drawn to Jin's charismatic personality and genuine interest in getting to know me. We shared stories and laughed, finding common ground in our love for helping people.

The night came to an end and I found myself walking back to my apartment with a smile on my face. He wanted to drop me home but I rejected it as his own house was in the opposite direction.

ring ring

I pulled out my phone and saw Jin's name flashing on the screen, "Hello?"

"Did you make it home safely?" Jin's concern for my well-being warmed my heart as I responded, "Yes, I made it home safely. Thank you for asking, Jin. I had a wonderful time tonight."

"No the pleasure's mine, I couldn't say it then I was too caught up thinking I might make you feel awkward but you looked stunning tonight," he confesses hastily, caught off guard by his compliment, I felt a rush of warmth spread through my cheeks."Do you perhaps want to grab dinner again sometime?"

"yes, I would love to"

Guilt

That was the emotion I was feeling when I agreed on the second date, He shouldn't be played like this, he is a nice guy...wait...Jimin wouldn't know if I kissed anyone or not, He wouldn't know anything about my feelings unless I tell him,

I do not have to kiss anyone, I just have to say

"The kiss was amazing"

Jimin squinted his eyes at me as we stood face to face in the green room....his lips slowly curled up "Thank you, Birdy," he replied with a smug grin, as he stepped closer to me and brushed a strand of air behind my ear, his touch felt like an electric spark causing me to jump to the other side "What?? NO, I HAD A DATE LAST NIGHT" panic rose within me "we kissed and it was incredible!"

His grin widened, "I know when you lie Birdy, not working" I froze, my heart pounding, "You are sweating, I see you gulping from time to time, you won't maintain eye contact and your skirt is wrinkled by your clenched fist" My mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation but it was clear that Jimin had figured me out.

knock knock

"Is Y/n here?" Zara came to my rescue "Y-yeah! here!" I waved my hand "OH you have a parcel, Someone sent you roses!!" Bingo.

"AAHAHAHA" I fanned my hand over my mouth as I walked across the room maintaining eye contact with Jimin, I could see his smug expression dropping "Oh my!!! they are perfect!!" I squeal trying to convince Jimin there is someone in my life "Who sent them?!" Zara asked excited,

I did...I ordered them myself

"My date"

Confusion and disappointment clouded Jimin's face, as he realized I was not lying to him after all,

Y/n:01 Jimin:00

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The feeling of euphoria washed over me as I walked away from Jimin, knowing that I had successfully diverted his attention and kept my secret safe.

No boys No problems.

The tea I was sipping never tasted better than it did in the moment of victory as per the deal he will leave me alone and won't pry into my personal life anymo-

"A bouquet of roses, cost: $10, recipient: Kim Y/n ordered by: Kim Y/n"

A sense of dread washed over me as I turned to see Jimin standing behind me, waving a receipt in his hand.

NOOOOOOOO

Y/n:01 Jimin:01

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Jimin's POV

Who the hell did she kiss?? I do remember telling everyone To. NOT. Kiss, OH NO she might have gone on a date with someone else, I hurridly opened the group chat and typed "GUYS EMERGENCY"

Mark: What

Luke: Whats up? Your girl rejected you?

Craige: LOL

Taehyung: EHEHE

Jungkook: oh wow

Jason: Whoa, what's going on?

Jimin: ANYONE OF YOU WENT ON A DATE WITH HER LAST NIGHT?

silence followed

Jason: nope

Mark: Nah

Taehyung: SHE DIDNT EVEN SWIPE RIGHT ON ME

Jungkook: She seenzoned me

Luke: we haven't seen her in days

Craige: I was out of town, so definitely not me.

Jimin's heart sank as he scrolled through the messages, realizing that none of his friends had gone on a date with Y/n.

Luke: What happened?

Jimin: SHE KISSED SOMEONE AND HE SENT ROSES TO HER

Craige: I TOLD YOU NOT A GOOD IDEA

Mark: wow

Jungkook: That's unexpected

Jimin's mind started racing, trying to piece together who Y/n could have gone on a date with.

Taehyung: wait, send me your girl's picture again

Jimin: wait

Taehyung: HEY, SHE IS THE ONE WHO ORDERED FLOWERS THIS MORNING, Roses Right??

Jimin: YES

Taehyung: Girl was outside my shop from 6 am, Can you believe that?!

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, Well played Birdy

Taehyung: If you check the envelope with the flowers You may find a receipt from the flower shop

It was lunchbreak meaning the green room is empty, My heart was pounding in my chest as I rushed to the green room to confirm Tae's theory, The flowers were lying next to her bag,

There is an envelope with a receipt from the flower shop.

Joy erupted from my lungs, as I twirled across the room THANK YOU, GOD. I walked through the cafeteria, and

Target spotted

Hello there.

to be continued...

chapter 10 || chapter 12

[igarape-vermelho]

Just finished Watching death note the anime by the.. idk 20 time in my life.

Now I'm more mature and way inteligent than little me in 2009, Kira seems to me as really dumb and crazy in his acts, but I do pity him and saw what he wanted, still his ideals are fragile and quite pathetic, the way to see how the world is... Like how a kid could misunderstand the concept of bad and good (wich aren't real, is a human made thing) and Give this kid a power of a shinigame... boom, disgrace. I love it!

But now I read the manga for the first time! and I see more of him. He is quite a imature boy, he looks more jovial and delicate in the features, more than ever because how the artist draw him with that big angelical eyes, but in how he acts and what he says, he is even more of a pathetic person that is way too inteligent! and dumb at the same time.

I like how in the manga they put more details in how he really thinks and how the power of a shinigame affected his mind and body.

How he collapsed the two first times he used, how he lost weight and is so stressed he can't sleep well. Still he clings in his ideology and keeps repiting to himself he is a god and he is doing good... honestly I get both angry and pit of him in this stage but he gets what he wishes in the end. Anyway i just readed the begining i want to read more!!

I love how the lines are made and how neat everything looks...

[angeldcgs]

"i never said it was! you're deliberately misunderstanding me, like you always do...it's not an invasion of your privacy to write a song about something that happened to me. it's from my perspective, because that's the only perspective i know! what would be the point of censoring myself, when the whole goal was to get that shit off my chest? you don't get my artistic process— that's fine! no one's asking you to! but don't make it a fucking personal attack, because i assure you, i was genuinely not thinking about your feelings at all when i wrote that ep." it hadn't been created out of spite, is what they meant, but it was difficult not to inject a little venom into their words when slater had such a knack for getting them so riled up. toni was far from cool and composed— they felt everything so deeply, and then they bottled it up it, but for once they were allowing themselves to let it out. "who am i to stand in the way of a gal looking to make a quick buck? what they do when they leave is none of my business." it was strange sometimes, realizing that some girls were only attracted to them because of their supposed "fame". they'd never considered themselves famous by any stretch of the imagination, so at first they'd figured everyone that came onto them after their shows had truly connected with their music, and therefor with toni as a person, but it didn't take long to realize that their interest revolved heavily around how many instagram followers they'd amassed since the release of their ep. sure, it didn't feel great to know that it wasn't them the girls were interested in, but their notoriety, but they'd take the false companionship over loneliness any day. "the tik tok charts, maybe..." everything they were saying now was with the intention of digging into slater, as god knows they'd never given a fuck about charts or sales. really, toni had been happy for them when they'd first seen their first single pop up on their twitter feed, feeling a hint of the tenderness that'd strengthened between them over their many years of friendship. good for her. as hurt as toni was, as pissed as they'd been at slater in the height of their fallout, love wasn't something that could sour that easily. with a heavy sigh of exhaustion, they ran a hand through their shaggy mane, pushing sandy brown locks up off their forehead in the process. "look... i know you think you're, like, god's gift to music, and the greatest rockstar the world has ever seen, or whatever, but i am not operating under that same delusion. i really don't think people care about me, or my life, or my past as much as you seem to think they do. maybe they care about yours, but i'm just... some dude with a keyboard. i can assure you, journalists aren't clamoring to get the shocking exposé on my pathetic high school situationship. i write the music, i release the music, i perform the music, and my job is done. you can tell tmz whatever the fuck you want, once again, that's none of my business." their face felt hot from the overwhelming frustration, blurting out, "it doesn't! it doesn't fucking matter!" before slater could even finish their sarcastic query. this is exactly why they'd never reached out after all these years. plenty of time had passed, but everything that had happened between them was still too fresh, and toni still couldn't put aside their bitterness and resentment long enough to have one calm conversation. finally, their fiery frustration faded to pure incredulity, taken aback by how slater framed that fateful night that had ended their relationship, a mirthless chuckle pushing its way past their lips like a short bark. "wow... wow, that's— wow." all they could do for a moment was laugh, shaking their head as they tried to compose their rapidly firing thoughts into a concise statement. "you are such a sad person. it must be so lonely living in this alternate reality you've constructed in which everyone around you is fucking insane, and you're the only rational human being."

"OH, FUCK OFF, TONI . it's not dumb to desire privacy even as an artist . that in itself does not take away from the authenticity of fucking art because, surprisingly, something called fucking nuance exists . two things can exist at once and not everyone is as deeply fucking attention seeking as you ." slater was never good with anger . they knew it . were deeply aware of it in fact . the problem was that almost whatever slater felt seemed to find away to convert itself into anger . loneliness . hurt . heartbreak . getting pissed was so much easier than sitting around and crying about shit . or at least slater assumes . she's never really had much of an option . her brows raise as toni continues, and this time her scoff is biting as she smiles and nods, "wow . can't believe in such good fucking company in the 'i fucked toni gallow club' . me and a handful of rabid fucking fans . you better watch that they don't wander off after, toni ." slater's brow raises dryly . "you might just find a lock of your hair on ebay or some shit ." petty wasn't usually slater's style . she went for the throat . was usually down to stab someone in the face rather than the back . and yet after not talking to toni for all this time, slater couldn't say that was exactly what this is . everything was kind of below the belt . but how were they ever going to stop when toni is doing the same thing ? the next jab makes slater's eyes flicker with anger, a bruise to their pride that their teeth clench at . their eyes narrow . "oh, fucking bite me, toni . you know my shit fucking charts ." music was always slater's thing . it had always been slater's thing . it was their passion . basically the only fucking thing they were good at . the only thing they had ever wanted to do . and toni just stumbled into it like a baby calf and somehow landed on her feet . despite their own success, despite loving toni once, or now, or who the fuck knows — slater can't deny how infuriating that is . for someone to stumble into your dream like it's an accident and thrive . no matter how many number ones slater gets the fact will always be that toni got one first . somehow slater thinks that it will always feel like it was just to spite her . "mm . right, of course ." slater is nodding in feigned understanding, head tilting as she says, "because within our current career field people are just known for being respectful and not invasive and not using pain or fuck ups for cheap headlines . i'm totally blowing this shit out of proportion ! i should schedule an interview with tmz tomorrow, they seem fucking nice !" slater replies sarcastically, before throwing their hands up and, "but you know what, whatever . what the fuck does it matter, anyways ?" slater is beginning to feel like they care too much . worse, they're beginning to feel like they're showing it . detachment is a conscious thing, one toni has already obviously achieved . slater wasn't going to be the one left in the dust . the one left still caring . because that would be pathetic . "oh, is that so ?" slater's brow arch high . "you think everyone is out here just trying to run away with someone after the high of sex ? cause honestly toni that is not a universal impulse, even with the fucking u-haul community ."

[atl4ntxc]

Heyyy, i saw your request open and i have had this idea for a while now (and i suck at writting so i cant do it myself TT) but i have two ideas for the obey me bros :

1. MC used to be an angel they knew before the fall but now they were born as a human (for some reason? you choose if it was some sort of punishment or just because)

2. MC dies (either at lesson 16 or for another reason), and when reunited with the bros, theyre reborn as an angel who doesnt remember them or their time as a human

Thank u so much and im LIVING for your replaced MC AU <3

(also, if any of this make u uncomfy please ignore this request, i tried to see your rules but the links to your blacklist and your masterlist didnt work in either my computer or my phone)

notes ;; OH MY GOD. Yes. I'm going with 1) just for angst and crack because i like them (;. ALSO listen to the song while reading!! It's a songfic.

GO SUPPORT ALEC BENJAMIN, HE'S MY FAVOURITE ARTIST. I think I have fixed the problems! hmu if it doesn't work.

GN!reader

WORDS IN BOLD ARE SONG LYRICS.

!UNFINISHED!

ETERNITY, au.

Everybody has to get older, even Jenny.

Mc never liked the idea of being a mortal. Being an angel is amazing, always having the needs for everything. Everything was provided in heaven, yet Mc was greedy. They wanted immortality, without knowing the consequences.

They wanted to experience eternal life. And the only way of experiencing that— was selling their own precious soul.

This was against the rules of heaven.

She's just 19, young and naive.

They were only 19 when they accepted the deal from a witch, selling their own soul unintentionally. They were young and stupidly naive, which made them believe in absolutely everything the witch said. The male witch promised eternal life, in exchange for the soul of a pure angel.

His wishes were granted.

She wants to find a way to be endless, fight the science, in defiance, and be timeless.

Science was always something that they hated, the way how it works just doesn't make sense to them. They wanted to end the long and endless road of science and they didn't care about what would happen to them. They wanted to prove that they could end the lesson that slowly made their sanity slip off.

Science, they hated that word.

Silly little girl who tried to live forever, to live forever.

"Drink this."

Spoke the male witch, grinning maliciously at the angel infront of him. Looking at the potion in his hands, you grabbed onto it and took a sip, gulping down the purple liquid down your throat. Your hands began to twitch uncontrollably, immediately making you drop the glass onto the ground, shattering it into thousands of pieces.

"It... Is this supposed to happen?" You managed to let the sentence slip past your lips, making the witch rose a brow. "Yeah, deal with the pain. You already drank it, no take backs, dear."

Gave away her soul to buy a bit of pleasure, oh, the bitter pleasure.

"Am I... immortal now? Do I get to live for eternity?" The angel exclaimed, smiling brightly at the male.

A look of puzzlement crossed his face.

"I don't know. It should be able to work?" He said, obvious confusion lacing his tone that was previously dripped in venom. "What do you mean you don't know? I already drank that thing!"

You exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing in anger and impatience. "It'll be working in... 3, 2, 1." He looked at the clock and then counted, making your eyebrows relax, as the anxiety disappears. "Congratulations, you're immortal now!" He threw his hands up in the air, smiling.

Wicked little boy who tried to steal her treasure, for the bitter pleasure.

What a pathetic angel!

Were angels not educated on witches?

We aren't to be trusted.

His mind screaming in victory as he claps his hands, eyes squinting with a glint of wickedness behind them. You, on the other hand was celebrating the fact that you can now live for eternity!

Now they're cursed forever, cursed together.

"What...? We're... cursed together?! I'm an angel, he's a witch! I can't let anyone know this. This might be the end of my journey of being an angel. I broke a rule, I broke a rule!" You paced back and forth as your eyes moved to the book that was opened, a particular sentence of making deals with witches standing out.

While you were freaking out, the witch that was watching from a crystal ball laughed, tears prickling his eyes.

"Never trust a witch, you sad angel."

And if you could see the look in her eyes,

More angels became suspicious as you held strange emotions behind the eyes that used to sparkle. Rage, anger, sadness. Those three emotions were locked up inside a cage together, burning with fury as the cell began to be broken slowly but surely.

You wanted to beat the witch, this was not apart of the deal! No, why didn't he mention this?

The wolf wore the sheep

As a perfect disguise.

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

What a famous idiom. Behind everything was an inner demon, slowly being built stronger as days and weeks pass by. You were dangerous like serial killers on the loose, hunting for their prey.

Being the undercover bad guy wasn't really a good thing.

"I banish you from heaven! Do not put your feet on the surface of heaven ever again. And as punishment, you will be reborn as a human, with the curse of immortality and memory loss, except for what happened between you and the forsaken witch."

"Wait—!"

And she can't believe

That she fell for his lies.

'Till this day onward, you would never believe that you fell for the lies. The obvious lies. He was a witch! Witches shouldn't be trusted, they were wicked, cruel, evil. But, you really thought he was a good witch. You trusted him.

You trusted him and he broke it so easily.

He promised forever

But she never knew the price.

He promised. He promised that he would be by your side, he was your friend for a while before the incident happened.

He told you that there were no drawbacks from drinking the purple liquid, he lied. You drank it without knowing about the tied curse, making you feel more guilty.

He promised forever

But she never knew the price.

(the song repeats so enjoy it! )

The new exchange program, what a surprisingly good idea, Diavolo! Sarcasm, obviously.

You walked into RAD, seeing the ruler of all the demons smiling brightly at you. Wait— you? Why the hell is he smiling at you? That's creepy.

You looked left and right to see no one, so that meant he actually WAS smiling at you. But why? But damn, you really wanted to wipe that smile off, it scares you. "Um."

"Welcome to Devildom, Mc!"

Huh...

He's pretty cheerful for the ruler of demons. The definite opposite of the ruler of angels. Weird.

You smiled awkwardly and waved slightly, "i don't know how to respond to that... but uh, thanks?" he stepped forward and put a hand out, "Don't be nervous! It seems like it is your first time here."

It is... since i've NEVER been here. You rolled your eyes internally. Poor guy, you really disliked his cheerful attitude hm? You sighed and shook his hand.

"It is. But, thank you for welcoming me! I feel very wanted, which rarely happens."

"Hm? What was that?"

You shook your head and took your gloved hand away, sweatdropping. You preferred using gloves, because the scars from the witch and the ruler of heaven was not a good memory.

"Is this the human that I have to deal wi— is that Mc?" You turned your head to see a white-haired demon with tanned skin, blue and yellow gradient eyes. He looked familiar, but your mind couldn't process on who the guy is. "Uh, do I know you?"

"What happened to you, Mc? I thought you stayed as an angel!"

"About that... But like, who the hell—"

You kept quiet as the brothers decided to bug you. Maybe, falling and being an immortal wasn't that bad, at least you had company.

The warmth they provided were strange and foreign, yet you craved more of it.

"We need to talk."

You spoke, putting down your D.D.D and shutting it off in the process. The brothers suddenly became quiet and let you speak, which was rare but you were thankful for that.

"This might be sudden and all, but I'm immortal."

...

...

What.

"HUH?"

"IMMORTAL?"

"HOW DID THAT HAPPENED?!!"

"ShHhHut up. I'll tell you, calm down first would you?" They calmed down. Woah, they really are like dogs. After explaining, most of their mouths were hung open, eyes wide.

"So that's why we felt like we have met you before..." Lucifer spoke with a questioning tone, putting a finger to his chin. "But...would you mind explaining about what actually happened back then after the incident?"

You went quiet for a minute before opening your mouth to speak, "I don't remember the incident, but however, i do remember about a curse that was tied between me and a witch. I'm not sure why, but i don't want to find out,"

A

[martsonmars]

Because food fics are your jam (heh heh), I’m gonna say a snowball remake of Eat/Pray/Love

You know I had no idea what Eat/Pray/Love was before getting this ask, and I know you meant Snowbaz and not snowball. BUT it is something I'd very much write, so have a taste (wink wink) of it under the cut. (Or read on AO3.)

Crashing Waves (M)

This is not what I had in mind when I planned my trip around the world to find myself again, but I can't say I'm complaining.

Because I've got a cock shoved down my throat, fingers still sticky from the decadent fried pizza Baz made me try for lunch, and I'm forgetting all about sacred cows and temples and bald men in orange tunics. (I'm mixing some things up, aren't I?)

It turns out I don't need to visit India to explore my way through spirituality and nirvana. (Did I get it right this time?) I don't even need to get to Rome and kneel in the middle of Piazza San Pietro under the giant screen showing the Pope's ramblings, or wander into the first local church I find—there is one behind every corner, it wouldn't be a difficult quest—and ask the priest to show me the light.

Because here, kneeling on the floor of a little house a hundred metres from the sea, my stomach so full of pastiera and babà that I'm not sure I can let Baz come in my mouth and then swallow, I feel closer than ever to finding my religion.

If I died here, with the fingers of an Italian man gripping my curls to push my nose deeper against the thick hair at the base of his cock, and the promise of more Neapolitan cuisine for dinner, and more sex after that, I'd be pretty confident about my chances of heading straight to Heaven—or at least to a version of Heaven where I can be held by strong, tanned biceps, and twist my pointer around wavy, raven hair, and lose myself in the grey ocean of smiling eyes as I twirl my fork in a plate of spaghetti alle vongole and make a mess of myself because I'm too busy comparing the shades of his irises to the actual sea lapping below this terrace.

I'm not even sure how I ended up here—how a god descending from whatever the Latin version of Mount Olympus was could look at me, a sad, pale boy from the land of endless rain, and decide I was worth his time, and his cooking, and sucking his cock.

But I guess this was the goal—leave England, leave my empty flat where even the sound of my laughter at stupid TikToks felt pathetic, and travel to Italy, and India, and Indonesia (I may have planned my trip Googling foreign countries in alphabetical order) to find food, religion, love, and maybe something in between.

As it appears, I didn't have to go past my first stop. I know it when Baz tugs at my hair to warn me and I let him come in my mouth. I know when he allows me to drag him to the floor, next to me, and he opens his lips to my kiss, and licks the inside of my cheeks to swallow his own come. (I am really too full to do it, though even his spunk tastes like summer, and new beginnings, and the salt on one's skin after an afternoon in the sea.)

I know it when he takes my hand, and takes me to his bed, and undresses me as if I were a painting and he was uncovering every detail with his artist's eye. I know it when he traces the planes of my face with his calloused fingers, and whispers to me words I don't understand, but feel like a promise of love pressed on every inch of my skin.

I know it when he takes me in his hand, and I feel like poetry unraveling in flower gardens. I know it when he laughs, and the sound of it buries itself into my flesh along with the sound of the waves, of busy restaurants smelling of fish and sea, of hurried steps on cobblestone, of violinists playing love ballads at the corners of narrow alleys.

I know it when he guides my fingers to his back, when he nods as I move on the sheets to taste his arse with my tongue, when he looks at me like I could fit in a museum but he wouldn't like it because it would mean I wouldn't be a secret just for his eyes.

I know it when we lie next to each other, and he tells me stories of mermaids, and red horn-shaped pendants against bad luck, and witches living on volcanoes, and puppets, and dances whose names sound like dangerous spiders.

I know it when he looks at me, and he tells me Faresti riscoprire il senso della bellezza anche al più disilluso, and for the first time in a lifetime, seagulls gliding out of the window, I can breathe.

[maxellminidisc]

Thanks for that. Was gonna rb but didn’t want a man who slept with teenagers or dressed up as a nazi to promote his music to be considered a “legendary bisexual”.

No prob, its something I try to remind or inform people about regularly because it gets brought up CONSTANTLY in bi circles. And I do it cause I grew up with Bowie as like a figure of worship practically in my family for year and do not want other people to continue to be that ignorant about him and his bullshit either. When I looked into him a little bit after his death, it shocked me that like the industry really let this fucking weirdo (derogatory) piece of shit be successful for so long. Also sorry I'm about to make ur ask a whole essay lsksjdkdnfkd

But I'm glad you brought up the N*zi shit cause I do not see that acknowledge nearly enough. Like this man has a highly documented and studied phase of his career (Thin White Duke Era) that revolved around being obsessed with f/asc/ist theory and figures and even formed a persona of the "Uberm/ench" and shit and people STILL listen to it and hold it as a pinnacle part of his career. Those of us who aren't freaks aren't reading or are too familiar with fa/sci/st theory so its it's so fucking batshit to think that he basically exposed listeners (AND BLACK ARTISTS HE WAS WORKING WITH AT THE TIME) to it without them realizing it. Like its sooo engrained into his music that people who've studied his work have pointed out so much of his lyrics from this time make mention of terminology and shit that fas/cis/ts, particularly naz*s used.

People and even himself excuse it by saying he was like high off his ass for most of it but like that still doesnt make any of it remotely ok or like even a little bit comprehensible. Only a white man would be obesesed with H*tl*r and N*zis as a fun lil "out of my mind" thing. And it's not like people weren't completely unaware either though because leftist groups in England called him out for that shit, yet nobody gave a fuck. Frankly, the older I get and process his history, the more he comes off as such a typical fucking white artist who fed on shock value at the expense of so many marginalized groups to keep going and other white people ate that shit up and made him a musical god for it. It's really some pathetic shit.

In general though, it's sadly really common that people hero worship a shit ton of "rock icons" like him without at least putting into consideration, let alone acknowledging that so much of the culture in Rock scenes fosters abusers and pedophiles, ESPECIALLY in the older days because these things were normalized. It's so fucked that like sleeping with underaged girls became a kind of passage of cool for these fuckers and they STILL brag about it. I cant begin to number the times I've gotten into with like Led Zepplin fans especially about this. It pisses people off to make them realize a lot of their "rock heros" are shitty people, but like it's something that has to be done.

If anyone wants to read about this a little more to be informed of this shit (the n*zi shit in particular because it is...extensive) I recommend reading this article and this one which also points out Eric Claptons horribly racist/xenophobic behavior and how it led to Rock Against Racism. Tw for nazism and fascism of course, and racial slurs in the second