#im printing this out and putting it on my fridge and my bedroom wall and my living room wall and my bathroom wall an

[phantompanties]

🎶shawty like a melody, in my heart like a remedy--🎶

Helloooo. Dropping a sneak peak of the man, the babygirl, the legend into your askbox And also the drawing I made that I'm using as a thumbnail of sorts (the first image).

Question: do you think I should do the Malfina dress again, or give Luci a dress that's more him? 👀 I'm thinking maybe a bodycon goth wedding dress with some leather elements. What say ye?

also sidenote: just reread the Lucius NSFW alphabet and y'know what?.. if I get old, I'd let Luci eating my heart be my cause of death if he really wants to eat it ngl. I dunno what would constitute "old," but maybe just whatever age where life starts getting pretty boring. I mean, that's kinda dark but like!! yeah! y'know?

OH MY GOD HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL YOURE SO TALENTED!!!! I LOVE THE LITTLE CLARK YOU AS WELL!!! I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE WIP FINISHED!!!!!

Ohhhh i think the second option would be a great contrast to the wedding picture! Either way id love to see it!

Hehe id let him eat my heart too. Itd be the most romantic way to die (for a demon anyway)

[aesopsoul]

holiday niche

(nov. 29 2021)

our holidays used to be spectacular, a gigantic event that lasted until the next week, having the time of our lives with endless gifts, wonderful food at all times of the day, and the best part? family. 

now, i’m not one that is extremely immersed within the family, like my other kin. as time progressed, however, i’ve come to conclude that i adore observing and absorbing my family and their little niches that only occur in the holiday season. 

as the years come and go, holiday gatherings have dwindled down to just my parents and sister, my grandparents and aunt.

which i believe my family has agreed to be just enough.

i suppose the best way to define our little cluster of a family is "tight-knit." i never knew much of the family drama until fairly recently, and i learned that there’s a pretty good reason we don’t visit cousin jennifer and don’t go out of our way to see her snot nose kids, either. every member of our family has something slightly off with them, that seems to come out more often than not during the season of giving. 

my aunt’s favorite aspect of the season is seeing my sister, me and my father, she loves to talk to us and only us.

it's always has been that way. we won’t even have the time to take our shoes off or to put down the food we brought with us before she swoops in to take us to her bedroom and watch the newest funny video she’s found online.

her room, while a bit cramped, is a safe place. lit mostly by natural light, candles, and a single lamp, it’s cozy and safe. incense burning and the sound of water filtering through a mini rock formation that sits on her dresser, her posters from korean bands and japanese films covering her walls from corner to corner, polaroids and printed family photos from the 2000s, her rabbits, and scenery stuck in her mirror that sits on her vanity, in which is covered in multiple hairbrushes, korean skincare, miniature figurines, and a stack of photos not yet hung up. the floor pillows and blankets covering the carpeted floor offer a sense of comfort, since we all can’t fit on her twin sized bed safely anymore. 

if we weren’t hanging in her bedroom, it would be the kitchen/dining room that we all would be in. my grandmother seemingly permanently stuck within the confines of the kitchen, whether it be by the counter or over the sink, i would sit on the barstools or stand by the oven and talk to keep company, telling of my recent affairs with the general public between my jobs as a barista and a cashier, there are always quite the characters. my grandparents tend to not leave the house as much, simply with their fear of the current global pandemic and world affairs (as well as my grandma never getting her license renewed), my aunt takes them on outings as often as she can, depending on her insufferable job at the county police force. my grandma always tells me that she’s glad im able to relay the funny and bizarre aspects of the world to her as often as i can, and always says “oh im glad i don’t work, i simply would not be able to handle it!! people suck.” and while she is right that people do suck, i also love seeing people and how they get excited about whipped cream on a hot chocolate or the polite chuckle in response to kids crying in the cart behind them.

i love being around people and just observing them.

with dinner drawing near, my grandma always calls out to the rest of us, despite the fact that we’re all still in the dining room,

“now go grab something to drink!”

and we listen, my sister and i head to the finished basement to the mini fridge; stocked with sodas, chocolate milks, and waters. selecting a sevenup or sunkist, we are offered a glass by my grandma for such high-end drinks. 

once we are all seated at the table, and food is passed around, my grandpa- seated at the head of the table- asks my father- who is seated at the other end- if he had caught the game last night. it never mattered what the game was; basketball, baseball, or football, my dad’s response was always “i saw half of it, turned it off whenever we were so far gone there was no chance.” and with a hum in response from my grandpa, he would divulge into a play-by-play to my dad of the final moments of the game, regardless if the points were 45-2, with our designated team being the 2. With always the dreaded questions of how school or work has been lately, i love to tell of the fun characters that come into the coffee shop in town, or how my classmates still don’t know the difference between your and you’re. treading lightly on the current political climate, since so many of us have such opposite views, it’s better to just sigh dramatically and go “it’s been rough” and leave it at that.

the clinks of forks and knives against the fine china as someone gets up to get another helping out of the linked crockpots, dinner slows until the final fork stops. in which we are left to clean up and talk of anything new and exciting that’s left to discuss, as my grandmother retreats to the kitchen, and my aunt, sister and me into her bedroom, we let the adults talk until it’s time for dessert of either a pie, cake, or an array of small treats. either way, the main aspect that always brings us back to harmony is food. and nobody knows it better than my grandmother. 

regardless of the season or time of year, there is the comfortable routine that is always brought on by the smaller part of our family, and frankly, im glad we stopped with the overwhelming amount of family within one place. the stuffy air, and the lacked avoidance of political and social talk. perhaps it was always meant to be this way.

[princessozera]

The brothers visiting MC’s home for the first time but it goes INFINETLY worse than what happened in OHSHC

AN: Heads up that there are a lot of specific details in this. I started thinking about plugging in one of my OC’s names, but it just didn’t sit right with me either. they/them pronouns still used

Word count: 712

“You know, I’ve never really been in a human’s house”

Such a simple, off handed comment by Satan had left you in disbelief. They’ve been to the human realm hundreds of times, and they’ve NEVER been in a human home?? How peculiar. So you invite them over, asking to come ahead a day early so you could tidy up and dust, since you’d been gone for over 8 months at this point. You even made a point to organize your bookshelf with books Satan would like in the front, fixing the organization of your manga section, and buying a load of snacks for Beel. 

Oh how the cookie crumbles.

From the moment they stepped in, you could have sworn you heard someone whisper “It’s kind of cramp in here, isn’t it?”. There wasn’t much of a tour since you lived alone in a 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment. However, when it really started going awry when Belphie was rifling through your desk, finding an old report card. 

“Wow MC. I guess it’s a miracle you’re passing any of your RAD classes. A, B, C, B, B-” you snatch the paper out of his hand and before you can say anything else, some ruckus draws you both into your bedroom. You walk in and see Beel and Mammon gawking at your bed in the corner, a simple mattress on diy wooden pallets. Mammon notices you walk over and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I think I’ve found my new charity case, GAHk-” he chokes as you land a solid punch straight to his throat, doubling over and pulling away from you.

“Oh wow. I’m sorry, that was pure instinct, I didn’t even feel myself do it. Don’t get me wrong, I was still going to punch you, I just didn’t expect to do it that quickly,” you brush off your knuckles, not feeling all that remorseful when Levi’s groaning draws your attention to him staring at your wall.

“I’m sorry MC but this is pathetic.” He gestures hopelessly to the printed anime covers posing as posters, idol group posters, and manga wall.

“Levi this is the definition of the pot calling the kettle black.”

“No, I mean I understand printing out the magazine covers, a lot of times they’re cooler than actual manga covers but MC-” He goes to one of your posters and rips it off the wall in one pull. “You couldn’t have bought better prints? Really? This might as well be notebook paper.”

“Gloss prints are expensive!”

“Ohh, like 5 cents more”

“IT ADDS UP! I’m sorry Mr. “I oWn 3 CoPiEs oF eVeRyThInG””

“Speaking of which, I saw your manga collection. Why do you hate consistency? You bought book 1,2,3, 6, 19, 27, then 54? What the fuck MC”

“LEVi-” You grit your teeth, trying not to seethe.” If you don’t take you and your self insert comfort character and get the hell ou-”

“MC I can tell you’ve never touched some of these books. Not to judge, but why are most of these books for children? These are all fiction, dystopian teen dramas type.... Also, what IS IT with you and vampires??”

“I-”

“Also, this entire shelf is 3 rows of anime and movies. But this is a book shelf, is it not?? Don’t worry, next time we’re out, I’ll get you some books I know you’ll really like.”

“Satan-” you sound stern but then everyone starts talking all at once again and it’s all over.

“I need to take MC shopping. They’ve been around me so long in the Devildom I forgot how ugly their original fashion taste was. Those sneakers look older than LUCIFER-”

“I’m scared that if I go into the kitchen there’s only going to be measuring cups and cracked dishes”

“Honestly Im surprised they have a fridge. Thought they kept the cold food in the ground outside or something, like one of those ancient roman fridges”

“These headphones are DUCT TAPED together, just let them die already”

“I feel like I should propose so MC doesn’t have to live like this anymore.”

“I hate rich people,” you mumble, walking out of the apartment with no one the wiser as they continue to scrutinize every part of your life before them.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - Part 24 - Sisters

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you and Harry woke up to loud knocks on Harry's room door, you had decided to stay the night at the ship since your room was just so damn warm and Harry's room was nice and cool. You glanced at the clock on Harry's wall and sighed, it seemed you had slept in a bit as the clock read 12:30 pm.

Harry sighed and sat up, standing from the bed and walking over to his door, creaking it open and yelping as he was pushed back by a blonde and red blur “Hi CJ” Harry grunted out, CJ laughing as she pushed off of him and skipped over to you, Harriet entering the room a moment later “Harriet, what do yeh want?”

“We’re stealing your fiancé, (y/n) get dressed, CJ keep Harry down” CJ leaped over your body and slammed down onto Harry, trapping him to the mattress.

“Oi!” Harry snapped, ripping his arm out of CJ’s grip and pushing her face, glaring at Harriet as she walked over to you and pulled you out of the bed “No! She's mine! Leave ‘er alone!”

CJ and Harriet shared a dangerous smile and CJ pinned Harry to the bed again “Quick get her dressed so we can escape!” Harry let out a snarl as you quietly laughed, grabbing a red shirt and black jeans. Stepping into your bathroom to quickly get dressed, popping your head back out to grab a bra and socks.

You sluggishly got dressed and stepped back out to the bedroom to put your shoes on, laughing again as Harriet and CJ held Harry down to the floor, CJ sitting on his back and arms as Harriet held down his legs.

“Okay okay, don’t kill him, he is a good pillow, and I’d rather not lose the warmth” Harry pouted at you as his sisters snickered and got off him.

“Oh, no ‘oh please don’t kill Harry, I love him’ or ‘please don’t kill Harry, I'd rather not lose him’ no all I get is ‘I’m a good pillow’? really?” you let out a quiet laugh and finished zipping up your boots, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek and ruffling his hair.

“Yep, and I’ll be back later, bye!” CJ dragged you out of the room, Harriet closing the door behind her as Harry continued to pout.

-

A few hours later, you sat outside an ice cream parlor, spooning (fav ice cream) into your mouth as CJ sipped at her chocolate and mint shake with Oreos. Harriet walked out of the shop with her fresh waffle cone strawberry cheesecake and sat down next to you, licking her lips slightly.

“You’re welcome” you chuckled, smiling teasingly as Harriet glared at you before she stuck a spoon into the ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, CJ continuing to enjoy her shake. “So other than the reason you gave earlier” that being them just wanting to hang out because they hardly got to hang out with you “Why did you want to hang out with me today?”

“We have to pick up my suit and CJ’s dress from the tailor, thought you might want to see ‘em or something” Harriet muttered, keeping her eyes on her ice cream.

You hummed and nodded, you would like to see them, to make sure they worked with what you had planned. “Sounds fun, what time is pick up?”

Harriet pulled out her phone “at two, it's one now so we got about an hour but the place is pretty far away from here, so-“ Harriet turned to you and raised her brow “-you mind driving us there, after we finish?”

You nodded, spooning the last of your ice cream in your mouth and tossing the cup into the trash “Sure”

-

You couldn’t help the grin on your face as CJ stepped out of the dressing room, she admired herself in the tall mirror, spinning around and her scarlet skirt flaring with her. Her black top was detailed with lace and was separated from her high waisted skirt that stopped just above her knees. “Look’s amazing CJ, I think we picked the perfect one for you” you hummed, laughing as CJ bounded over to you and slammed into your side as she sat next to you.

“I think this is the first time she's worn a dress and actually liked it” Harriet huffed, smirking at you and CJ as CJ discovered the pockets on her skirt. The tailor came out from the back, handing Harriet a maroon and black suit and gesturing to the dressing room.

The tailor gave you and CJ a smile and went back to the front to tend to her other customers. You and CJ talked about the wedding plans as Harriet changed, and a few minutes later Harriet emerged from the dressing room. her suit jacket was maroon and her dress shirt and pants were black. CJ wolf-whistled, standing and bounding over to her sister, grinning up at her “Wow Hettie, you look amazing!”

Harriet gave a shy smile and nodded, looking down at her jacket and pulling down the sleeves “Thanks, I think it turned out good” you grinned and that and stood, walking over to the girls and tugging at the lapels of Harriet's jacket.

“It turned out great, it's perfect…thank you, both of you. I know we don’t really interact much but thank you for trusting me with your brother, I know how protective you both are over him” Harriet and CJ smiled, Harriet pulling you in for a side hug as CJ wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Thank you for taking care of him, I never thought he’d find someone like you, but I’m glad he did. I can't wait to call you our sister” CJ nodded in agreement, and squeezed your waist, pulling back and walking to the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

“Let's go get something to eat! Im starving!” You and Harriet shared a look and shook your heads.

“That’s CJ for ya, always hungry” Harriet laughed, sitting down on the couch and waiting for CJ to be done changing so she could do the same.

“yep…Taco Bell sound good?”

“Hell yeah”

-

Harry started as a cold sensation pressed against his cheek and he quickly sat up, looking behind him to see you, smiling down at him and holding a cup filled with Pepsi “I got Taco Bell for you” Harry grinned and took the soda, drawing his legs in from the couch to let you sit down next to him and taking the paper bag from you as you handed it to him.

“Thank yeh love” Harry purred, taking out the cheese rolls and humming, he hadn’t eaten yet that day so he was very happy to finally have something in his belly.

“You’re welcome~” you sang back, taking (food) out of the bag and unwrapping it, biting down on it and turning to pay attention to the tv, where Harry had turned on Captain America; The First Avenger. “Good choice”

Harry just hummed around his food, pulling you into his side and the two of you settled down to watch the movie.

-

“hard ta believe we’re getting married in twenty days” Harry chuckled, helping you put away the washed dishes from dinner. You stopped, looking up at the calendar on the wall and laughing.

May 2nd, wow it really was only twenty days from today. “Well how bout that” you murmured, closing the dishwasher and starting it, walking over to Harry and wrapping your arms around him, setting your chin on his shoulder “Only twenty days till you’re mine forever” Harry laughed and turned in your grip, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and nose.

“Only twenty days till I can finally call yeh Mrs. Hook” Harry purred back, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, setting you back down and pressing one last kiss to your nose. “I love yeh” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too” you hummed back, kissing his jaw and slipping out of his arms, going over to the fridge grabbing two ice cream sandwiches, and tossing one to Harry, nodding towards the living room “one more movie?” Harry grinned and nodded, walking in and jumping over the couch, bouncing his leg as he waited for you.

“Oh, by the way,” Harry started, curling his arm around your shoulder as you sat next to him and curling into his side “All the invitations got sent out.” You perked up at that and swallowed down the bite of ice cream.

“Awesome! Did you keep one?“ Harry smirked and nodded, standing from the couch and walking into the kitchen, grabbing a card from the counter and walking back over to you, handing you the card and sitting down as you admired the invitation.

“I still love it, I think we picked a good design” Harry nodded in agreement, leaning over your shoulder slightly to look at the invitation.

The top was printed with watercolor waves at sunset, the bottom blocked with gold with white lettering detailing the date, time, and place of your wedding.

 “only twenty days” Harry hummed, picking up the remote and turning on another movie, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, smiling as you cuddled into him and rested your head in the crook of his neck. “twenty days” you echoed, raising your brow slightly as the movie began to play. “Hook?”

“aye…what it’s a good movie!”

-end of part 24-

Note; I was writing this on the 2nd so that’s why the fic says “twenty days” instead of nineteen

24 parts! Woow!!! And the next part will be on the 22nd! The wedding! After the wedding, this series will officially be finished and the OG part of your world will be over! 😊 thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey and sticking with me through my horrible 2018-2019 writing. Again I will be rewriting Part of your world and Reprise because I want to (and rewriting some parts of Encore because the first 10-15 parts are fucking awful) and I’ll be starting on it after I finish encore, but I probably won't start posting until Rewrite(AU) D3 is finished so im not working on a thousand stories at once.

So Part of your world 2.0 will be coming after Finale - Rewrite is concluded so I can focus solely on POYW 2.0 :3 again thank you all so much for reading and soon, Mr. and Mrs. Hook will soon be introduced~!!!

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[thoughtslivehere]

its easier for me to pay you, than to argue with you

I was doing so well !

“CUNT”

I thought I could hold out until december but :/ funnily enough on the train tonight I was staring at his impressively chapped lips - bruised and indented, his stained khaki pants that I bought with him at american eagle in queens plaza mall 3 years ago - grease stain on the right hand side along with a hole above his knee. boxers hanging out of his pants - but not in the way guys do it that seems cool ? more like  sloppy, and really unaware ?

that bomber jacket I got with him while thrifting - the black hoodie I bought him at that one sample sale - and that 4c hair he refuses to take care properly no matter how much advice I give him. 

this would actually be much better if I had the upper hand but i’m not a chicken shit - I just dont want to deal with it.

can I ask you a favor? youre going into the into the city tomorrow right? can you print out my resume ?

I dont want to but sure. I dont really want to go all the way down to 3wtc.

wow okay - I would never say that but wow. i’ll add that to the memory bank.

what? m***** - are you really upset?

I would never say that. I need my resume for a job interview on monday.

if you’re still with me - this was over printing out a resume.

A concept: You go to an interview. They ask you a ton of relevant, but mostly irrelevant questions. You smile, you give your experiences, you answer their silly questions. You get a call back for a follow up interview. You go you smile. You get the job! Its really nothing like they said it would be and you smile and you keep going - beacust its a JOB.

You dont grunt at the interview - ask questions for the sake of being a dick - come home and grunt - and put up a wall that not even Voldemort himself could penetrate. You dont do this interview after interview - you dont follow up interviews as a man by calling women at their desks. You dont get angry about it - and you dont project that energy on others. You dont ! You deal ! 

It happens and I understand - but we’re adults.

And you know - its fine that youre home. it is. because I do see the non-stop hunt, I do see the random gig and your income there - whatever that looks like. I see it. Let me know though - if you’re home all day you should...clean? maybe put your shoes and socks away? pick up the paper towels youve been using to blow your nose once and tossing on the floor, the counter, the couch. pick up your toenails your finger nails that you leave strewn across various surfaces. scrub your pee off the front of the toilet that you let drip of your dick after you use the toilet. pick your clothes up off the floor of the closet? off the top of your side of the dresser? replace your toothbrush. theres mold growing on it. clean off your shelf in the bathroom please - theres toothpaste crust everywhere! your gear is on the floor of the second bedroom floor. that camera you paid 5k for? God bless. please. and the food crumbs on the couch, under the cushions, on the floor, under the tv stand, the soiled tray in the toaster oven - the food you;ve spilled in the fridge, the piece of paper you dropped 3 days ago that I fought my instincts so hard on NOT picking up because its NOT MY MESS. but I pick it up beacuse there’s only so much filth I can handle.

My hulu, my hbogo, all my cable logins, my toaster oven, my plants, my pots, my brita filter, my cleaning supplies, my qtips, my floss, my broom - the broom YOU were supposed to buy - my mirror - my workout gear, my desk, my trashcan, my crockpot, my tv stand, my bed, my mattress, my dresser, my shoe rack. my cups ! my measuring cups, my mixing bowls, my air fryer, my bathroom rug, my doormat, my stepping stool - both of them. my blankets, my fans, so much of this is mine. your ceramic dishes, your frying pans, 1/2 the couch and tv. congratulations you are exactly where I found you 4 years ago.

I think im done typing this all out because I feel better about you calling me a cunt again! you know I hate when people are disrespectful and I know thats why you do it.

mrs lejuane was talking about one of her daughters in front of me to my mom and said I dont have to like you but I love you.

and I know I dont have to like you and I dont like you. I love you the way I love my dad in a slightly obligatory “you’re always here and we’re related” but.

I think even when employed I dont like you. you are petty. when you’re mad you ignore me, you block me out. you dont talk to me because you know it bothers me. when I got my voice and decided to ask questions before I started crying you got mad. even when you stopped leaving me places by myself becuase I was too snippy or too sarcastic or too accurate about guessing whatever was wrong with you. you consistently brought that energy home.

i’m tired of trying to be supportive when my efforts are futile. im really tired of trying. 4 years in and exhausted.

if i’m being honest I hope I keep my word to myself and christen this 1 bedroom in april by myself until the doggo arrives.

writing is therapy. or typing. I feel better.