#just get rid of anyone who gets in trouble while drunk

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒋𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

lyric starters from my top 100 most listened to tracks of all time, according to stats.fm. change however necessary.

❛ i loved you then, and i love you now. ❜

❛ i've got some things to say, but i guess i'll wait my turn. ❜

❛ greed, see, it's like a little pet, alright? and the more and more and more that you go and feed it, the more hungry it's gonna get. ❜

❛ who cares if some things are dying? ❜

❛ i lost a tenner on the way. thinking about it, did i spend it last night when i was drunk and i wanted to get more drunk? ❜

❛ it's your life, and it's no one else's, sweetheart. ❜

❛ down on your knees, you just don't look so tall. ❜

❛ they speak about trust, but make no mistake; they're shaking your hand while they spit in your face. ❜

❛ you lucky you ain't dead if you know they sent me. ❜

❛ my name ain't dick, so keep it outta your mouth. ❜

❛ you're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope. ❜

❛ i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you. ❜

❛ if there were no bad girls, who would star in porn? ❜

❛ being imperfect was much more fun. ❜

❛ do you ever feel like falling for someone you never thought of falling for? ❜

❛ you scared yourself. ❜

❛ do you really think that anyone's impressed? ❜

❛ give everyone a sense of what to fear. ❜

❛ you think you're so tough; baby, put your hands up. ❜

❛ feeling pretty good about the trouble that i'm in. ❜

❛ don't leave the party dying. ❜

❛ they don't know what they're missing. ❜

❛ ain't got shit, but i got this far. ❜

❛ all the ladies think i'm cute. ❜

❛ maybe all you need is someone to trust. ❜

❛ you got what the whole world wants. ❜

❛ if it takes shit to make bliss, well, i feel pretty blissfully. ❜

❛ for every good deed done, there is a crime committed. ❜

❛ work it out. ❜

❛ never did no harm. ❜

❛ not everyone is out to screw you over. ❜

❛ got different people inside my head; i wonder which one that they like best. ❜

❛ i'm not really bad, i'm just made up of bad things. ❜

❛ every time i look around, i see what a fiend made. ❜

❛ it doesn't get better unless you got money. ❜

❛ it don't take no fucking scientist to see that there is nothing in this world for me. ❜

❛ i think one of us is hiding something. ❜

❛ well, where do you want to be murdered? ❜

❛ i make the rules, or i'm gone tonight. ❜

❛ i'll take pride over profit and guts over greed. ❜

❛ what do you know about love? what do you know about real love? ❜

❛ your business, go mind it. ❜

❛ it's so good to have someone to be so bad with. ❜

❛ history will hate us, but they'll never forget our names. ❜

❛ girls are not meant to fight dirty. ❜

❛ i feel i've been riding up the wrong path, but i'm gonna make sure i get the last laugh. ❜

❛ please come in and take a seat. ❜

❛ i never let people in, and i have you to remind me why. ❜

❛ this ain't my first time at the rodeo. ❜

❛ life couldn't get much sweeter. ❜

❛ leave everything that is worth a single cent, and just take me instead. ❜

❛ i'm thinking they'll know just about everything. ❜

❛ i'm too classy for your lines. ❜

❛ that's the reason that i'm like this. ❜

❛ even if we found love, what would we do with it? ❜

❛ i found my faith, but i don't want it anymore. ❜

❛ i swear to god, this'll be my one last time. ❜

❛ i left my best friends, or did they just leave me? ❜

❛ i've been doing just fine on my own. ❜

❛ the more i try, the less i'm free. ❜

❛ i'll wreck this if i have to. ❜

❛ it's very hard to drink to my continued success. ❜

❛ i would make a better liar. ❜

❛ now stand back up and be a man about it. ❜

❛ i ain't got time for you, baby; either you're mine, or you're not. ❜

❛ at the end of the night, maybe you'll find love. ❜

❛ they just wanna get rid of us. ❜

❛ i'm making my own history. ❜

❛ ideology replaces being honest. ❜

❛ you think it's a circus; the truth is, it's a strategy. ❜

❛ don't be afraid to try again. ❜

❛ though you drown in good intentions, you will never quench the fire. ❜

❛ if i wanted to talk, i would have called a friend. ❜

❛ just because i lost it doesn't mean i want it back. ❜

❛ you've got the gift to make the stars all around us begin to shine. ❜

❛ you're aiming to be famous. ❜

❛ i'm a fucking teenage tragedy. ❜

❛ don't tell me i'm unfixable. ❜

❛ step right up, i'm a reasonable guy. ❜

❛ is there someone that you're trying to protect? ❜

❛ i may not be worthy of your heart, but i'll make you feel all right. ❜

❛ let go of wrong and right. ❜

❛ always dating dirtbags, everyone but me. ❜

❛ i need her like a forest needs a flame. ❜

❛ step away from the window and go back to sleep. ❜

❛ they don't give a fuck about you, like i do. ❜

❛ these times won't last, and once they're gone, they don't come back. ❜

❛ you got a bright, bright future if you can shut your mouth. ❜

❛ remember when you were a madman? ❜

❛ everybody wants to change the world, but no one, no one wants to die. ❜

❛ don't put your life in someone's hands; they're bound to steal it away. ❜

❛ if i stay, it won't be long 'til i'm burning on the inside. ❜

❛ when they see the bruises on my face, they're probably taking both of us to jail. ❜

❛ if i cannot have you, then nobody can. ❜

❛ your lips look so lonely; would they like to meet mine? ❜

❛ you're as cute as button. ❜

❛ i wanna get fucked up right about now. ❜

❛ i've been searching for an answer, but i ain't found one. ❜

❛ you know you're better than this. ❜

❛ you've still got it, i'm just keeping an eye. ❜

❛ tell me, does it take a war to start a revolution? ❜

❛ it's gonna take sacrifice. ❜

❛ i think we've been here before. ❜

❛ would you fight back, or would you relax? ❜

❛ last time that we spoke, it was a little much too late. ❜

❛ i got nowhere to go, but i'm so damn far from home. ❜

❛ i don't want to nitpick, [name], but is this really your plan? ❜

❛ i'm not a monster, [name]; well, technically, i am... i guess i am. ❜

❛ not long ago, you were here in my arms, and i swore i would protect you from harm. ❜

❛ no one should find out how it feels. ❜

❛ maybe this is a second coming. ❜

❛ keep your secrets in the shadows, and you'll be sorry. ❜

❛ i could keep your number for a rainy day. ❜

❛ i don't want to feel like this. ❜

❛ i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry. ❜

❛ don't worry, it's not gonna hurt. ❜

❛ i've been dreaming of the city for a long time, far from my hometown. ❜

❛ the time has come for me to be someone. ❜

❛ i know it's not your fault, it never is, is it? ❜

❛ i remember when i was that pathetic. ❜

❛ without a 300-dollar pair of shoes, don't even think you're gonna talk to me, you're a fool! ❜

❛ i'm a badass, not a douchebag, sorry. ❜

❛ i've seen things no one should ever have to see. ❜

❛ my head is filled with advice i once ignored. ❜

❛ it makes me think about you, so i wear it when i sleep. ❜

❛ you're someone i'll never get over. ❜

❛ don't blame me for all the years that you were asleep. ❜

❛ god made me a cannibal to fix problems like you. ❜

❛ i'm in heaven tonight. ❜

❛ are you ready for the best damn ride of your life? ❜

❛ it's too late now, i'm too far gone. ❜

❛ after what you've done to me, don't expect any sympathy. ❜

❛ i don't wanna remember what i did last night. ❜

❛ i'm not just drunk, i- i really think i'm in love with you, baby. ...okay, i really am just... drunk. ❜

❛ let 'em know who we are. ❜

❛ let's go hard like we're insane. ❜

❛ if i'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain. ❜

❛ i used to be a lap dog, now i'm just a stray. ❜

❛ yeah, i heard you was sick. ❜

❛ you could never catch my flow. ❜

❛ if i told you that i loved you, you'd maybe think there's something wrong. ❜

❛ those who speak know nothing. ❜

❛ you may be good-looking, but you're not a piece of art. ❜

❛ you can't have peace without a war. ❜

❛ under the skin, against the skull, they put a little chip so that they know it all. ❜

❛ i want what's best for me. ❜

❛ by the way, what the hell are morals? ❜

❛ you've always been a huge piece of shit. if i could kill you, i would. ❜

❛ you either wanna be with me or be me. ❜

❛ when she asks for something, boy, she means it. ❜

❛ you play me like i am made of strings. ❜

❛ my world revolves around you. ❜

❛ don't stop giving me things. ❜

❛ we're all just having fun. ❜

❛ i still haven't gotten anywhere that i want. ❜

❛ my thoughts were so loud i couldn't hear my mouth. ❜

❛ make me feel like someone else. ❜

❛ you got me talkin' in my sleep. ❜

❛ stir the rice so it doesn't stick to the bottom. ❜

❛ actually, no, that makes it harder when you kill them. ❜

❛ you could have had it all if you'd have got your shit straight. ❜

❛ i can't stick around and watch you crumble. ❜

❛ don't you think i deserve better after all that we've been through? ❜

❛ this'll hurt less if you just submit. ❜

❛ i need a fucking miracle. ❜

❛ we just wanna love, we just wanna be loved. ❜

❛ it's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs. ❜

❛ our generation is a fucking joke. ❜

❛ you're just so full of it; at least we don't pretend. ❜

❛ nothing's ever gonna break up what we found. ❜

❛ in your mind, you think it's only you against the world. ❜

❛ have you lost yourself? ❜

❛ you and i were meant to be, it's easy to see. ❜

❛ i'm not the perfect guy, a little slow, but i've got perfect timing with you. ❜

❛ trouble, he will find you, no matter where you go. ❜

❛ i won't let him win, but i'm a sucker for his charm. ❜

❛ so what if it hurts me? so what if i break down? ❜

❛ get me out of here. ❜

❛ you don't wanna play with me? ❜

❛ sorry, babe, you're just a one-night stand. ❜

❛ show them that rules were meant to break. ❜

❛ you better jump on it fast. ❜

❛ it's all a lie, but you'd never know. ❜

❛ there's something waiting for you here. ❜

❛ i was fine before you walked into my life. ❜

❛ high fivin', talking shit, but you're going home alone, aren't ya? ❜

❛ don't care for anyone else. ❜

❛ wake up, the dream is over. ❜

❛ if i'm gonna be honest, i am the best in the game. ❜

❛ darling, i swear i'll never leave. ❜

❛ you always fold just before you're found out. ❜

❛ i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me. ❜

❛ you say you're gonna quit it, but you're never gonna quit it. ❜

❛ the feds are here, you know. ❜

❛ hard to see in color when you're miserable. ❜

❛ it's just not your time to die. ❜

❛ we treat mishaps like sinking ships. ❜

❛ i don't think there was an insult that was missed. ❜

❛ say what you wanna say. ❜

❛ maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live. ❜

[annacory-blog]

Dance or die

I fell in love with another fic by @ulysses000 and then Spotify provided me with a perfect song. I had to draw them to exorcise that image from my head.

As per tradition - below is my attempt in translation. I want to make complete translation so badly (this is probably one third)! I believe this story deserves more attention. But can some kind English speaker confirm it is readable???

Love this fic specially from WoD perspective, it cultivates such delicious feeling of emptiness. And while technically, it has a happy end, you can not get rid of bitter taste of loss. Their requiem is not life, and there no way back. All is gone!

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Music stops abruptly. The dancefloor is silent, mob looks around in bewilderment. All eyes are focused on a flimsy, dirty stage. There, litten by sophites, stands brunette, cladded in a black robe. Calmly she re-adjusts many necklaces and bracelets, adorning her bosom and wrists. She checks microphone, softly tapping it with elegant finger, nonplussed by screeching sound it makes or the yells thrown her way from down the stage. For a while she silently stares in the drunk faces below, until eventually rowdy voices are reduced to quiet, unhappy mumble in the back rows.

-"What would you like to say, before the end of the world?"

-"Go fuck yourself!" - someone yells back from the crowd. Brunette’s smiles softly. Her blue eyes sparkle. This sight will be their last before headless body collapses to the floor.

View from the stage is absolutely terrific. It reminds of a late spring evening in the mansion by the sea. Bodies sway in panic, almost as grass would in a lush fields. Writings on the wall glitter with red as if they were remnants of the sunset caught in clouds. Screams - voices of seagulls. Sweet aroma that spreads across the room reminds of freshly brewed Irish coffee. Eyes locked on the bright fountains. Droplets shimmer in the air with a multitude of colour. Content. Do not argue with Mother. It is a simple rule every kid should know. Because, no matter how kind, gentle and understanding Mother is, she is not all sweets and praises. She also has an iron glove to treat the unruly child. Anyone who dares to confront her will surely drown in their own blood.

-"Now, dance or die."

Music never heard in this walls engulfs space. Stirring voice of the violin is echoed by screams, cello is perfectly complimented by heart-rending howls. Robin is not at all surprised by this harmony of cries and choir chanting. Clocks have just reached zero and this means, time for celebration has finally come. Perfect night to forge a timeless bond between the beloved child and the dear friend. Trafalgar stands on the stage, as if he always was there. Pity no one minds what is happening in the spotlight. He looks tidier than usual, ceremonial. Shirt, tie, three piece suit, shoes - all in various shades of black, all fitted perfectly. His gaze briefly stops on the couple of cadavers lying by the stage, then moves to the brunette.

-"Playing with food, aren’t we?"

-"Tarao, symbolism never was one of your strengths." - She smiles softly and shakes her head, - "Don’t try to grasp, what is beyond you. Just think of it as a cog in the well oiled machine."

Flowers on wreath along the walls move, as if troubled by the gust of wind, candle lights flicker, and blond man appears by Robin’s side. Sanji fiddles with the hem of his suit anxiously, fixes invisible wrinkles on the bouquet wrap. Trafalgar thought he put more than enough efforts to look decent tonight, however he wouldn’t stand a chance if this was a competition. Sanji's clan has been know for this aura of perfection, but even among his kin - he is special. Where the rest emmit light of the full moon, Sanji’s light would blind you as hot summer sun in zenith. He holds ten white roses - stark contract against his black suit. Pale of petals resonates with pale of the skin, highlights the gold of his hair. Trafalgar cannot possibly look away and no disciplines are to blame for this magic. Little smile slips from under his control “this is beautiful” he thinks.

-"Sorry for being late" - blond tuck one long golden lock behind the ear. Eyes drift towards the dance floor, but do not linger there. Woman chuckles softly - so innocent.

-"I was worried you made your escape."

-"Please, don’t ruin the moment" - gaze of his blue eyes seems to be glued to the wooden planks of the stage, then he looks up, eyes meet with Robin’s.

They nod, almost simultaneously, and only after Sanji musters enough of courage to look to the other man. His gaze shamelessly devours all the minute details he can grasp, it is hard to tell, if he desperately tries to avert attention from the bloodbath on the dance floor, or genuinely admires the sight. Trafalgar thinks he would be happy with both reasonings. Laws lips move soundlessly forming few words. Sanji chuckles and replies in the same manner: “you too, idiot”.

-"Ladies and Gentlemen." - maybe a dozen of eyes flicker back in response to sweet, calm voice of the woman. Short break taken from tormenting the flesh, generously soaked with blood and tears. Bodies contort with the fear for their life. - "Tonight, before the Dark Mother’s eyes, souls of two cursed sons of hers will be united. Every kindred present here shall witness the making of endless, mutual death." - her eyes run across the dance floor, reading the mood of the guests. - "the Vinculum should not be broken. Anyone who dares an attempt to weaken the bond will be hunted by The Circle of the Crone," - she looks for a moment into particularly dark corner - "as well as by our brothers and sisters from Ordo Dracul."

Her gaze shifts to the dark haired man, waiting for him to return the attention.

-"Now you can speak your vows."

Trafalgar makes a step forward, reaches to touch cold pale fingers, swallows heavily before he starts to speak.

-"I, Trafalgar D Water Law, hereby take Vinsmoke Sanji into my Requiem forever." - envelops his hand gently and carefully - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor. When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Sanji chuckles quite and bright - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking." - He squints, eyes slit, as if targeted by bright lamp. - "When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort, and when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance." - Cool fingers caress back side of the hand. - "This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."

In his blue eyes flashing light reflects, candles burning twice as bright with the last spoken words. Law squises cold hand, trying to reassure, give comfort, prevent flashes from setting kindred's mind aflame.

-"I, Vinsmoke Sanji, hereby take Trafalgar D Water Law into my Requiem forever." - his voice sweetest thing that ever touched ears, in both life and un-life, - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor." - His fleeting touch playfully skims through tan fingers, icy sensation brings sober clarity and bliss of inebriation at the same time. - "When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Law’s smile is barely there. - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking. When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort," - he is the most gentle and kindhearted, so much is obvious in every syllable of every word. - "And when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance. This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."

Sanji’s hold on the hand gets firmer as he expects another rise of firy glow to radiate the room. Little girl steps forward from behind the stage, she is silent and obedient. So small, seven years at most, her deep chocolate eyes glazed with indifference, strawberry blond hair braided in two pig tales, white gown hugs fragile figure. She stares ahead absently, woman’s hands leading her by shoulders.

-"Time to make the sacrifice." - hand outstretched to pass the ritual knife. Fingers gently support ragged blade.

Trafalgar feels how kindred’s claws pierce his skin. He might have broken few bones, if older wouldn’t strengthen his grip in response. It is heard for Sanji. This is easily seen, his eyes shift frantically, his lips stripped of smile and crooked. Even his touch feels colder than before. He never have taken the life of a sentient being. Even in death Sanji remained pure, his hands and soul unmarred by murder of mortals. Law knows other is hurting, in his eyes this child is seen as a spit image of the older sister. Trafalgar himself lost in the shattered memories for a moment. Girl reminds his late sister, who died too young too long ago. Despite that he knows he will have enough resolve to put this innocent child to rest, as she obediently waits for her own demise.

This is essential part for the completion of the ritual. Sanji knows it. This is not news, but he can’t keep his long dead heart from burning and spasming disgusted by creeping acceptance. He was the one who proposed marriage. He organized most of the celebration. He thought about it many times, about this particular moment he has to take someone’s life, scenario played in his head on repeat. But it is not something you can be prepared for. This is wedding. They are about to enter mutual un-life, their souls are to be bound for the eternal death, forfeiting innocence, killing personification of their past. Together.

His hand is shaking, but Sanji hides it, only grip on the hilt gets stronger. Her face is gentle and soft, with neat childish features, but her eyes are dead already, trapped under Mother’s hypnotic influence. Embroidery on the gown matches hair colour. She looks like a little princess. Sanji forgets to imitate the leaving, his thorax freezes mid inhale, mechanical movement abandoned. He thought he would be able to do it, to confront the past, to kill for the sake of something new, for the sake of future. But this first step is terrifying. All his being is trapped, Staring in the eyes of the Beast, unable to move. Sanji doesn’t want to lose his humanity, he is afraid to slip, to get comfortable with the idea of supremacy over humans, his own strength, his right to take life. Few months in his death, as soon as fog of newly obtained supernatural powers thinned, allowing him to think clearly again, he made a decision to give his all to keep whatever “human” have left in this damned shell of the body. Once he got accustomed with business run by The Circle of the Crone, he found plenty of friends in each and every city morgues and knew without failure when fresh carcasses were delivered to local butcheries. When ritual required freshly drawn blood he used his own vite with no second thought. And now all workarounds are closed, blocked by unmovable boulders. Only one way ahead.

-"We are both dead. It’s not going to get any worse." His whisper is scolding hot against the skin, it reminds to expand lungs, air forced in with fake inhale. Warm palm touches softly, fingers carefully wrap around the hand that holds the hilt, the touch reassures, hand redirected slightly - outward and up.

-"Beheading is better."

For once Sanji is genuinely grateful that Trafalgar never listens and reads his thoughts at any given moment. -"One." He angles cutting edge . -"Two." Skin is burning hot -"Three." Thud. Mortal dread frozen in the eyes of the dead girl.

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And song that was a catalyst for all the efforts

[crusxs]

TIFFANY VALETINE ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕

blood play. knife play. death. NSFW content. kind of detailed. no protection + male reader. I may make this a real fanfic. ITS POSTED COMPLETED ON AO3. ✶ REQUESTED by a friend.

It was around 1 o'clock and you were hiding away the body of a police officer behind a garbage bin in one of Hackensack's various alleyways. Tiffany was in the car cleaning her nails from the cops' blood stashed underneath them. You never understood why she would kill people unnecessarily as this cop had no suspicions about the two of you. You supposed she had gotten nervous and wanted to make sure it was all okay. The cop was originally searching for a missing person. Tiffany did have something to do with it but the cop was on his leave when y'all confessed to just being a couple on their way from California to see their relatives for the holidays as Halloween was only a week away. As the adrenaline wore off, you couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and fear. Tiffany, on the other hand, seemed strangely unfazed, her eyes gleaming with a sense of twisted satisfaction. It became clear to you that her darkness ran deeper than you had ever imagined. As you reflected on the events that had just unfolded, you couldn't help but question your own judgment and the choices that led you to this point. You realized that your connection with Tiffany was built on a foundation of deceit and violence, and you couldn't help but wonder how far you were willing to go to keep her twisted secrets. As you stood there, contemplating the situation, you realized that the best course of action would be to leave the area immediately and lay low for a while. You needed to ensure that there was no evidence linking you or Tiffany to the crime, and that meant avoiding any further interaction with law enforcement or anyone who might raise suspicion. It was time to disappear, at least for now. " I think we should leave," you said, practically running back to the car. Your back hit the back seat and the door swung shut loudly behind you. "Alright," Tiffany replied, putting her middle finger into her mouth and getting rid of the last of the blood.

The crime wasn't too far away from where you drove. Since you had trouble concentrating on the road ahead of you, you drove only a few miles away. It was impossible to stop picturing the cop's face when Tiffany slit his throat. The amount of blood that pooled out of him and splattered on your shoes and lower pants leg shocked you. The movies never pictured it as being as grotesque as it actually is. You lay your head back on the seat and immediately set it back forward out of fear your neck would be slit just like his. It's not like you didn't trust Tiffany you did as she hasn't laid a hurting hand on you in years. You just disliked how you could feel your neck stretch back. "Oh, come on. You said you were tough," she remarked, her voice tinged with both mockery and challenge. As she spoke, you couldn't help but recall the time you had confessed your feelings for her. Back then, you had confidently claimed that you could handle anything she threw at you. Her words now echoed in your mind, reverberating through every corner of your brain, making it hard to formulate a response. "I can," you finally managed to say, your voice steady but your heart racing. "I just didn't expect it tonight." The reality of the situation was harsh. She had killed before, but never this close to you. This time, you were so near that the spatter from the violent act had reached you, staining your clothes and bringing the grim reality of her world into sharp, undeniable focus. You looked around and noticed that the only person nearby was a drunk, hunched against the wall a few feet down the alleyway where you had parked to hide the car. You wondered if he would be a victim of Tiffany's as well but quickly shoved that thought out of your mind. "Probably can't even hold the knife steady," she teased, a slight jab at her comment making your eyebrows twitch. She had always tried to get you to kill someone: a nurse, a mailman, even one of her escorts. Every time you refused, she got mad, called you a coward, and did it herself, later claiming it was an accident of their own fault. You couldn't deny the adrenaline coursing through your veins now, making you want to get up and kill the poor guy outside the car. The thought made your heart beat faster with anticipation. You snuck a glance in the rearview mirror, only to see the drunk was no longer there in his previous spot. Suddenly, you heard a banging on the car; the drunk was hitting and yelling at you two from outside the car. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he mistook you for someone he knew. You took a moment to fully take in his features. He had a rough patchy beard, his eyes were baggy and he had drool slipping out of his mouth with each word he said. Tiffany looked at you expectantly and held out the small knife she had used to slit the cop's throat earlier. "Kill him," she said, her eyes piercing yours with a seriousness you had never seen before.

FINISHED ON AO3 - SEARCH THE ACC "greensalvation" to see the full fic or click the link I added on this post.

[moonyasnow]

Apple Skin: pulchritudomania route ideas - Smith

His is one of the 3 routes available from start

I want him to be one of the taller ones. And I've been thinking more about jobs and stuff, and I think Grumpy should still work in a gemstone mine

I have an idea that maybe one of Carmine's distant relatives owns it (I'm thinking the de Lucius family is gonna be quite a prominent one) and so he's asked on Smith's behalf for him to be allowed to work there. I'm thinking Smith has some money troubles in his family, and also secretly steals a few of the smaller gemstone scraps most people wouldn't notice were now gone, to send home to them so they can sell.

He puts on a tough-guy act, but is actually quite caring to those he cares about but just puts his foot in his mouth a lot and gets embarrassed and defensive easily. And he does feel bad about stealing, especially since Carmine could be in trouble if anyone found out, but his family really needs it

But I'm also thinking he prefers to go by 'Smith' since his father was a blacksmith (him dying created the family's money problems since Brandon's mom couldn't work at all due to needing to be home to care for Brandon's many younger siblings)

So Brandon had to start working a lot of odd jobs wherever he could. At first he felt really upset about it since he was only a young teenager when he had to grow up very quickly to provide for his family, and the only way he could come up with to deal with those emotions was to take it out on his mom. Now he feels ashamed of it, and took this job in the mine very far away from his family because he's too scared to face any of them again, but also too stubborn to admit it, so getting a well-paying job that took him as far away as possible and just ignoring all the letters his family send him (but not throwing them away, just keeping them in a drawer because he would still feel too bad about getting rid of them) was the only way he could come up with to deal with it, and it being such a good job was also a good excuse

Oh, and I'm also thinking that his grandmother was very important to him during that time after his father had just died, just as a way to tie this into the 'Granny' part of Granny Smith

And I want the pickaxe Brandon uses to be one his father made

Quotes: [about Amber] “Argh! I can't stand 'im! Who the hell does he think he is? A King? The Emperor?!”

His grandmother was his only real comfort after his dad had died. When he suddenly had so many new responsibilities and was struggling with his childhood suddenly being cut short, being around his grandmother made him feel calmer. When he was younger she'd tried to teach him to whittle as a way to calm down, but it didn't work, and he always threw it into the fire out of frustration. Then one day she told him to just slash at a wood block when he was angry, then try to shape it into something new after he'd calmed down. It gave him a way to try to manage and work through his emotions. But when she died, he stopped. It reminded him too much of how much it hurt to lose her, too, and all the whittling supplies were at her house, and were later packed into a storage closet. His anger started getting the better of him and he got worse again, eventually blowing up and destroying some important family heirloom or keepsake from his dad. His mother slapped him, crying. He stormed out. When he came back, his mother and siblings were all asleep. He packed a small knapsack with the essentials, and his dad's old pickaxe. And…he couldn't stop himself from digging through the storage closet to find his grandmother's old whittling supplies to bring with him. Then he just started walking, ashamed of what he'd done, prepared to never go home. He was too ashamed of himself and afraid of facing his family after it.

After just living off the money he brought with him for a little while, he got drunk in a tavern one night near closing time, and started talking to one of the servers, explaining he needed to get a job as soon as possible or else he'd be destitute, saying Sm - 'An' it's not like I can just go waltzin' on back home…' That server was Jazz, and feeling bad for him, he said J - 'Hmm…that sure is a pickle… Tell you what! I'll talk to my friend for you! He has family ties to this one mine— I'm sure he'd be able to getcha a job there!' And so, Smith ended up getting a job in the de Lucius gemstone mine.

On the first day when Carmine suggests Snow could choose to go with Smith, Sm - 'Why the hell would I need her help? She's so scrawny!' And he just kinda refuses. But then Jazz will just 'happen' to notice that Smith 'forgot something' on his way to work and tell Snow where to go to get it to him (Jazz made it all up). Smith is upset but says that now that she's here she might as well help out, telling her to operate the carts that day. (Then at the end of the day he tells her to go ahead so he can steal some gems for his family without Snow finding out) and he's shocked when he sees her standing nearby waiting for him so they can walk home together Sm - 'Let me guess: you forgot the way home.' Snow flushes. Sn - 'Um…yes… I'm sorry.' Smith just sighs. Sm - 'I knew something like this'd happen.' Sn - 'I'm sorry…' Sm - 'Whatever. Let's just head back already; 'm exhausted…'

Dance event: Smith is like 'w-w-whatever, I guess I can dance, but if you step on my feet I'm out of here' que Snow accidentally stepping on his feet multiple times, with him loudly complaining every time, but he still doesn't let go of her despite it

I want there to be a scene where Snow breaks down crying over trying to come to terms with the fact that her mother would really try to do something like that to her. Her nose burns and her eyes moisten and according to Smith's narration 'her face scrunches up like she just hit a lemon' Every single neuron in Smith's mind is screaming at him to comfort her— seeing her in pain hurts so much and he wants to do absolutely anything to make it better. He's just standing there, paralyzed He knows what he wants to do but he just can't do it! It's like his body isn't listening to him! And he is so angry at himself! Snow is too shy to try to go closer and cling to him, so she just keeps crying and hugging herself, and he just stands there. Eventually he settles on a compromise, and sits down right in front of her, with his back to her. She leans her head on his shirt and clings to him. In Snow's mind you just see her thinking about her mother a lot, asking 'why'. He starts whittling. When she eventually stops crying, she says 'I didn't know you could whittle' and goes to sit next to him. Sm - 'My gran taught me; used to tell me her pa was a woodworker way back. Whenever I'd get too angry she'd put a block o' wood and a knife in my hand and tell me to go nuts. Usually just ended with lots of blocks with weird, jagged angles. But when I'd calmed down she'd tell me to try again, to try to salvage it and make somethin' new of it.' He's started slowly smiling talking about his grandmother. Sm - '???' Sn - 'You must really love your grandmother.' Sm - 'Yeah.' Sn - 'Where is she now?' Smith's face falls and he stops whittling. Snow's eyes widen and then she looks sad. You get a choice here 【Hug him】 +2 affection 【"I'm sorry for your loss."】 +0 affection 【Put your hand on his shoulder】 +1 affection He prepares to start to say something to break the ice, but he freezes up entirely when Snow suddenly hugs him. She starts crying again. Sn - 'I'm sorry…' Sm - 'Wh— you— y-you didn't do nothin'…' She shakes her head. Sn - 'No, I'm…I'm sorry for your loss…' She holds him a little tighter. He doesn't really know how to respond. Slowly, a few tears well up in his eyes. If you have high enough affection with him, he starts crying quietly. Holding onto one of Snow's arms with one hand, burying his face in it to hide his tears. But Snow can feel the gentle twitching of his shoulders, and snuggles even closer. When, later, someone calls for them, saying it's time to start on dinner, Snow gently gets up, and offers her hand out to Smith. He takes it, but due to the difference in height and weight, she almost starts falling forward. He snorts, holding back laughter. Sm - 'If you're gonna keel over, don't offer. Ya gotta know your limits, yeah?' He's smiling at her. She smiles back. Sn - 'Yeah.' When he sees her smiling face, his heart tightens. His face becomes red and he looks away, starting to walk off. Sn - 'Smith…' She calls out to him. Sm - 'Y-yeah?' Sn - 'Thank you.' Sm - '…' His face is even more red and he turns away to try to hide it. Sm - 'D-don't mention it…'

Whittling is therapeutic for Smith, though he stopped doing it after his grandmother died. After this event, he starts whittling again. I want there to be a small CG of some things he's whittled on his desk, like an apple, a cat, a mine-cart. And I want him to eventually start making one of Snow.

At one point, The Queen finds out about Snow still being alive thanks to her mirror, and sends out a message to the kingdom that she has found evidence the Princess Snowdrop is still alive, and is asking anyone with any information to come forward. Berengar is away on a mission, but Kriemhild plans to deal with him when he gets back.

Oh, and maybe at one point he thinks of leaving— maybe after it's been found out that he was stealing gems from the mine to send home to his family— and blows up and gets angry in an attempt to distance the people around him from him, and he plans on throwing the little wood-carved Snow into the fire. Snow gets a choice here if you have high enough affection. If you don't have high enough affection Smith yells at her to leave and you automatically get the bad ending where Smith dies.

Selection 【Talk about the whittling】 Correct choice! 【Try to calm him down】 Wrong choice, locks you out of the good end.

If you picked the correct choice, first you as Snow need to try to choose another option out of three about how the current situation ties into his whittling. 【The carving didn't turn out how he wanted】 Wrong 【Relationships are like wood-carvings】 Wrong 【He's throwing everything into the fire】 Correct! If you get it wrong, you're automatically forced to go back and pick the other option. If you get the choices right, Snow basically tries to explain to him: He's just gotten angry and slashed cuts on the wood and made it pointy jagged and weirdly-shaped. But instead of throwing it in the fire (running away/giving up) which could be considered the 'easier' option, he should wait until he's calmed down before making that decision and then try to salvage the jagged edges and try again to whittle them into something. Then she leaves the room to let Smith think. Either way, he ends up not being able to throw the figure he carved to look like Snow into the fire. He feels guilty. Though how guilty he feels depends on which ending you're now on your way towards. If you're locked into the bad end he feels incredibly guilty, so much so that he can't bring himself to speak to Snow at all the next day.

If you've been locked into the bittersweet end, the next morning he says: Sm - 'Sorry… For last night.' Then walks away. If you aren't locked into either ending, he says: Sm - '…Thank you. For the, uh… For last night.' Then walks away.

That evening just after Smith gets back from work, Branwen and Kriemhild (disguised as the bakerwoman and the bakerwoman's daughter respectively) show up and say that their wagon has gotten stuck, and Branwen tries to tug him along to help get it unstuck. Smith doesn't want to leave Snow on her own since they know Snow's at a higher risk of being targeted by the Queen, but Snow assures him that she'll be fine, the bakerwoman will be here, after all. He follows Branwen reluctantly, but he quickly figures out something is wrong— he remembers something Jazz said about the bakerwoman and her kids being out of town for the day to visit the bakerwoman's husband, and instantly knows something's wrong. He tries to warn Snow, but she's already taken a bite, and she falls to the floor. (I think I'd like this scene to start with Snow's POV, which ends once the old lady comes. Then we switch over to Smith's POV and see him following Branwen and realizing her story is bunk, upon which he starts to run back to the house. Then we go back to Snow's POV, which starts back up where we left off, and after Snow has taken a bite of the apple, Smith runs onto the scene, calling out to her, too late) And then the screen goes black as she falls, and we switch back over to Smith's POV. And what he does next depends on which ending you got.

Endings:

(idea 1) ~Rotten end~ Smith's first instinct is to run after the Queen, and he does so alone. She riles his anger up by talking bad about Snow, and about him, and about his family, and— since some choice the player made means he's not as good at trying to calm down to think through things rationally as he could— she sees an opening, takes it, and stabs him. She says something else to taunt him, basically saying what the antidote is, and that he wasted his choice and chose to run away on his own just like he did with his family, instead of actually being there for the people who need him most right now. Then he starts trying to limp back to the house to save Snow. The Queen lets him, knowing he won't make it. He's bleeding heavily from his wound, but he doesn't even notice the pain— all he can think of is getting back to Snow, and how much of an idiot he is. He makes it back to the house, and he tries to reach for Snow, but his consciousness fades and he dies just before he can reach her. Ending obtained: -Impulsive-

(idea 2) ~Sour end~ So the same as the bittersweet end but instead of going back to sort things out with his family, he just runs away to try to start over somewhere new again. Ending obtained: -Wildfire-

(idea 3) ~Bittersweet end~ starts like idea 1, with Smith running after Kriemhild. But this time, because Snow had supported him with things like his family situation, been so patient with him and believed that he could still redeem himself and become a better person than the guy who took his troubles out on his family who just wanted to help him without needing to be separated from them, even when he didn't, he's calmer. He doesn't fall for her taunts, because he no longer feels so cripplingly insecure about them. In seeing she can't just get him too mad to think and then off him like she had planned, she starts to genuinely become kinda afraid. I'm thinking her black magic is limited to rituals— kinda like alchemy— she can't just snap her fingers and have magic happen, so up against a man almost twice her size who is incredibly strong, she would surely lose. So she books it away, and manages to lose him. His focus then immediately shifts to Snow, afraid that maybe the Queen went to finish her off. Smith runs back to the house, and just as he arrives, so do the other 6. He explains the situation to them, and they run off after the Queen, to make sure she can't make it back to the castle and cast any more hexes. They throw a boulder on her off-screen then lay Snow in a glass coffin, which Smith watches over basically 24/7, while the others pour over any books they can find to try for an antidote of some kind. They can't find it, but… Then The Prince shows up. As the Queen's loyal little lackey, he of course knows what the antidote is, and tells him. But he says he's been watching from a distance and doesn't think Smith, running off to chase the Queen instead of checking on Snow first, truly deserves her. We cut back to Snow's POV as she wakes up to see Smith leaning over her. But then the next day, Smith is gone, leaving a note thanking Snow, saying he can face his family because of her…but that this is goodbye. This is an ending where you weren't locked into the other two bad endings, but you also don't have high enough affection for the Sweet end

Ending obtained:

Name still kinda undecided

(idea 4) ~Sweet end~ A lot like 2, only early difference being that Smith stays with Snow. The other 6 arrive, they go kill the Queen, glass coffin, you know. Then Schwartz shows up. This time, he looks very sad. He says that, seeing Smith stay with Snow all that time as the others hunted the Queen down, never leaving her bedside, he thought 'that should be me'….but realized something. That wasn't him. He wasn't by her side, like he'd promised himself he would, like he thinks a prince should. But Smith did stay by her side. And he says 'You were the one who stayed with her. not me. I really believed Her Majesty when she said Snow had run away because she didn't like me anymore. I was so blind…that I trusted the Evil Queen instead of my Princess. I loathe to admit this more than you can possibly imagine, but…you are far more worthy of being her prince than me.' And so, he tells Smith what the antidote is, and leaves, walking into the dark forest alone, his back looking very lonely. And then back to Snow's POV waking up to see Smith. And this time, he promises to stay by her, saying something like 'I would never leave my Princess.' The next day, Snow wakes up to see Smith sitting on the floor, his arms and head on her bed, asleep. After he wakes up, Snow says: Sn - 'I did tell you that we could share the bed…' Smith's face becomes red. Sm - 'Y-you needed to rest after what happened!' Selection 【Point out he slept on the floor】 Sn - 'But you had to sleep on the floor! If anything, knowing you had to sleep in such an uncomfortable way made it harder for me to sleep. And…I would have felt a lot safer with you there.' Sm - 'Huh?' Sn - 'So next time, you need to sleep next to me. Please?' Smith's face becomes a bit red Sm - 'A-alright then…' 【Tease him】 S - 'The bed has enough room for both of us, I think. Or…do you mean if you were there, I'd have been doing something other than resting?' Que Smith's face becoming so bright red that his eyes disappear. Sm - 'I—' Sn - 'Is it true? If you were in bed with me, would you have kept me up all night?' Sm - 'U-um…' Sn - 'I've passed by your room after you've gone to bed before, and since I've never heard you snore, I don't think that's what you'd be referring to…' Sm - '…' Sn - 'So then…what would you have had me doing?' There's a short pause. Sm - 'I-is this fun for you?' Sn - 'I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Although you must admit…you walked right into that one. Sm - 'T-true, s'pose I did…' He sighs. Sm - 'How's my heart gonna survive living like this for the rest of my life?' Cut to an Epilogue of Smith and Snow traveling back to Smith's hometown, where he hopes to make ammends and reconnect with his family, having Snow by his side supporting him. He admits that it's going to be difficult, and that he's scared, but that he'll do it. And he admits that…having Snow by his side, he feels stronger. Ending obtained: -Sour is my favorite taste-

[quickthinkingharkertwins]

Please welcome Quincey Harker (HE/HIS/HIM) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 27-year-old VISITOR who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as the TRAINER AT ABS-OLUTE GYM. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

quick facts

Name: Quincey Remus Harker Nickname: Thinks it's hilarious when people call him Quill Age: 27 Faceclaim: Otto Farrant Pronouns: He/His/Him Sexuality: Yes Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Occupation: Trainer at Abs-olute Gym Role: Hunter

[+] appreciative, content, unperturbed, faithful [-] addictive personality, poor impulse control, destructive, crass

background

Quincey might be Quill's twin, but since birth it was made clear he'd be coming in second his whole life. His dad even calling him the spare heir, he thinks maybe his dad was trying to motivate him but it had the opposite effect. What was the point of trying to one up Quill? It was easier to just let his brother handle things and back him up, he got all the perks with half the work.

When their dad pushed them to befriend his former clients friends, Quincey didn't see anything wrong with it. Even when his dad added that it was their job to keep them safe and out of trouble, why wouldn't he cover for his friends? Getting paid to hang out with them and just enjoy the high life, there were no downsides to it.

While Quill was pushed to watch out more for Cosima Mariott, Quincey was pushed to watch out for Fleur Villiers. For once he felt like he got the harder of the two jobs, Fleur was fun but wild. When she asked to start dating to avoid being cut off, his dad and brother were in full support, pointing out the advantages to the match. It never hurt to have a good looking girl on your arm and he did like Fleur, besides they both knew it was for show. So what if he stopped sleeping with anyone else and they moved in together, it was all part of the image right?

When one of their friends during their party bus trip asked to drive during Quincey's turn he thought it was hilarious, and with Fleur's encouragement happily handed over the wheel. He still feels guilty, Quill not hesitating to remind him that he fully blames Quincey over their situation. He's mostly trying to just keep relaxing, getting a job as a trainer and stay close to his friends, though with the way Fleur is acting has him worried that things are about to change in a way he won't like.

misc

Like his twin brother, Quincey spent summers in Texas with their grandpa on their dad side. While he tried to get rid of his accent, it tends to come out more when he's comfortable or drunk.

Sometimes he wishes he'd asked if he could live full time with his grandpa, it just seemed easier and like less pressure, but the idea of disappointing his brother and friends kept him from following through.

He knows his friends can be a lot, but genuinely does care about them even if their friendships were built on superficial reasons. They're his people and he'd do anything for them, at least with them he's never felt like second best.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Going to be very up front with the warnings for this one, because it involves Damian: Do not read this if you cannot handle discussions of self harm and mutilation. This is a man who took the 14th century practice of harming yourself to get rid of sin to a very extreme level, there will be a lot of that being discussed with sexual undertones. I mean it, I will be delving into uncomfortable topics involving it and while I won't be going into detail, I am still discussing it.

With that out of the way:

Damian is a very troubled person, he obviously had to have some reason that pushed him to live on the streets and take the path he did. Now I am not going to sit and speculate on his history or mental health, quite frankly I don't really care that much. What I do want to talk about however is his obsessive dedication to suffering to the point where you cannot have multiples of him in one party, because as he puts it "The burden of suffering can't be shared".

How I personally read it from his in game barks and what they come from, I think it's something very sexual for him that he's tricked himself into thinking is holy. I mean he literally was beat half to death by drunk people leaving a tavern and "forgave their sins" finding power in the pain that was inflicted on him. But with lines where he is practically begging people to hurt him it's hard not to read it as having sexual undertones. He wants to be hurt. He calls it ecstasy and hints in his amorous lines he wants to be hurt in the bedroom too. Still, he is a deeply religious man and calls it his holy path and says his blood itself is holy even going as far as telling people to drink it.

I don't think it's a mask for any deeper depression or anything like that, I think he's just a freak who doesn't know what kinks are, because it's a vague medieval/victorian period setting and their isn't even a label for it yet. It's easier to label it as God telling him he's on a holy path, because he can bear the suffering for others and carve out their sins on his own skin while enjoying himself in the process.

Okay onto actual "I literally have no in game supporting evidence for some of these" headcannons:

To be very up front and blunt; he self mutilates a lot to pretty extreme degrees. This is very obvious with his trinkets and level portraits. You have trinkets that are the pliers he used to remove some of his teeth, in the second game you have the part of his face he cut off himself, and lets not forget the brand he has that he burns himself with. I think he chases the pain, he loves the extreme forms of it, why else would anyone skin part of their own face off? Still, it did lead me down a rabbit hole that made me wind up on a study about eunuch's from the various cultures that practice it which talked about a extremist religious movement in R.ussia and S.lovakia from the 1800s where they'd practice it on themselves to make their bodies pure.

I think it makes sense that he'd be the same way with how he speaks about his body being holy and him being a part of a extremist chapter of the church, though to be a tad more tactful about it, I think he just gelded himself. If he's willing to remove his face for supposed holy reasons, it makes sense he'd go far in the other direction too especially with how dark the game can get. I don't think he regrets it at all and I doubt it comes up much and he absolutely is still a freak so obviously it did not do much. I don't think other people care much either, he can still enjoy himself. He's also a stupidly devoted lover, that man is an abandoned dog that attached himself to them. He is begging at their feet and wagging his tail every time they compliment or insult him, when he loves he falls hard just in his own ways. He's still very weird about everything he does, so expect him to ask them to hurt him or ask for their confession. He also holds grudges, so you better treat him right.

I think he's also extremely pleased with the symbol he carved into his chest and hates when he's not bleeding even minorly. He will absolutely be weird about other people's scars and get too far in their personal space to call their scars beautiful especially if he's into them, he pretty much preens himself over every wound and scar he gets. This man will never shut up if you get him started about it, he gets excited talking about it and will start pushing caltrops into his skin idly while he does so.

He is very anemic. Do not let him stand up too fast, he will get so dizzy.

Every inn room he has basically is his own penance chamber, he sets it up that way and rubs vinegar into his wounds when he's done praying. He has to confess nightly, it's a routine for him for all the harm he's done on the road, he has to keep his path holy. He would never be led astray which also makes him quite the stubborn party member and probably makes a lot of them hate mornings, because it takes so long to leave. This man prays a lot every day. Him and R.eynald probably do it together sometimes, but I don't think J.unia will ever like him very much with him torturing her and all when they were still at the abby.

For as much as he hurts himself, I don't think he pushes it onto others beyond an occasional comment about telling them to find power in the pain. He is very pushy about his religion though, that much is very obvious. I think with his whole line about not wanting to share the suffering that he just doesn't push it as the only correct way to worship, but he will also hear the parties confessions and carve their sins into his flesh so that they may be pure. It's weirdly a very nice gesture if a little disturbing.

[melverie]

Hehehe for the OC ask game!

Concept and design 08, Angel 03, Demon 05, Demon 09, Demon 10 I know you answered this one in private but I want everyone to see it too lol and Demon 11!

I wanted to ask more but I’ll wait some time later!

Thanks for making the questionnaire Melody!💚

You could have asked like half the list and I would have just been like "of course, my liege" lmao Btw cursing you with my mind for asking demon 11. The amount of trouble this question gave me >:(

And of course!! A second one is technically already in the works 👀

Also, I'm going to call Marchosias Maze here

Thank you for asking Ivy 💛💛

-> to the ask game -> to all asks about Marchosias

⸺ CONCEPT & DESIGN 08 ⸺ Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

In addition to the things mentioned here, this shade of blue that I've been using all throughout the ask game! It's the same shade as a piece of cloth that survived from her time as an angel and that's now also part of her demon outfit!

Also, idk if this counts but @today-in-the-devildom because guess who's running it <3

⸺ ANGEL 03 ⸺ Do they sometimes sneak out to visit the other realms?

Not while she was an angel, no. It's not exactly easy to sneak out when the seraphs constantly have an eye on your every move

She hasn't been to the Celestial Realm ever since she fell, and mostly only visits the human world when she's summoned. But outside of that she prefers to stay in the Devildom. The Devildom's constant night sky just feels like home to her <3

⸺ DEMON 05 ⸺ Have they forged any pacts yet? How eager are they to do so, and do they forge them often? If they haven't, why not?

Maze has forged A LOT of pacts over her lifetime, and she's not planning on stopping anytime soon. When asked, Maze will claim it's because she just enjoys how easy it is to manipulate demons into a pact and to collect their souls, but it's actually because deep down she felt like she was somehow lacking as a demon, and forging pacts left and right was a way to make up for it

That being said, she doesn't just forge a pact with anyone. She's still picky about who to forge one with

⸺ DEMON 09 ⸺ What do they do with human souls?

While the human is still alive, they increase her powers. So with way too many pacts, you can imagine how powerful Maze has become. She might not be anywhere near being as powerful as the pactless brothers, but she is definitely a force to be reckoned with

But after they die, well... At this point, she has so many souls that she doesn't even know what to do with them anymore. The ones she likes the most she keeps in her collection--which means she concentrates the soul's energy into a small glowing crystalline form and decorates the ceilings and walls in her house with it to create her own little night sky. If she doesn't want to keep them, then she tries to get rid of them in various ways, including dumping some of them in the different circles of hell

⸺ DEMON 10 ⸺ Solomon shows up at their doorstep in the middle of the night to ask for a pact. How do they react?

Imagine the following scenario:

Solomon (drunk) is standing before her, drenched by the rain and with an utterly sopping wet expression on his face. Marchosias is standing in the doorway before him, still in her pjamas. Her face graces the most flabbergasted expression demonkind has ever mustered. Slowly and without a word from either of them, she shifts into her demon form, her tails carefully inching closer and closer toward the human, only to suddenly come crashing down on him (though she makes sure to stop right before she would actually touch him). Solomon skedaddles away and she yells after him "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought!!"

Not even 5 minutes later she runs after him to usher him inside because it's the middle of the night and it's raining and he is drunk and dammit Solomon, why are you like this, we've forged a pact before you even became immortal

⸺ DEMON 11 ⸺ What is their opinion of Diavolo as a ruler? Have they experienced the reign of any other demon kings? How does Diavolo compare in their opinion?

Exploding this question with my mind as if I wasn't the one that came up with it in the first place. Pew pew

She fully supports him in and his reign. He's definitely a bit of a dreamer, sure. But so far he has been able to follow up on most his promises, so Maze has a lot of confidence in his abilities. Plus she gets to see glimpses of how hard he works behind the scenes thanks to both her role in RAD's Newspaper Club and the people in her life that are actually close to Diavolo. So she's fully aware of all the thought, care and effort he puts into every decision he makes and that he always has the best interest of his subjects in mind

That being said, she can't help but think he's too much of a dreamer at times, especially when compared to his father, who was more of a realist and more focused on the now. Under both of their reigns things obviously got/get done. But especially when compared to his father, Maze sometimes feels like Diavolo is too caught up in the musings of the future he wishes to create, and he tends to lose sight of the Devildom's current problems as well as the denizens' concerns in the process. Most of her doubts have been eliminated by now, but they were especially present when Diavolo first took over the role as ruler. The prime example for this is how Diavolo insisted on letting the brothers stay in the Devildom after they fell, while the denizens feared a war with the Celestial Realm because of their presence

On a more personal level, Diavolo is definitely a lot more approachable than his father. He sometimes is a little too friendly and enthusiastic for her liking—whenever you try to ask him something and he gets a little too close and his smile a little too wide, for example—but she appreciates that he takes every concern of residence of the Devildom serious. He always seems so welcoming, and his charisma is actually something she is very fascinated by. Meanwhile his father was the polar opposite. Maze fell after Diavolo's mother had died, so by then the Demon King had had already grown colder and more detached. He was still beloved by his subjects, but he also had standoffish aura about him. She only met him in person when she was a child, and because of his presence she barely even managed to get her awkward little "hello" out to which she then got an awkward little nod in return

Side note, but Maze sometimes has a bit of trouble remembering he's the ruler of the realm. While she might not be in his inner circle herself, as mentioned before, she's close to several people who are part of it. And so she gets to experience parts of his more casual (and sometimes goofy lol) side simply by happening to be around when Diavolo needs something of Mephisto, for example..........meaning it might have happened once or twice that Maze has dropped the 'Lord' when referring to Diavolo. Never in one of her articles, though!

-> to the ask game -> to all asks about Marchosias

[fairweather-fangs]

F was exhausted. He'd been working all day, staff had announced they needed someone to helo the grounds keepers pressure wash the outside of the building and when no one took the job F stepped up to save some miserable soul from being randomly selected. He hated that he was so compassionate, after all had he kept his mouth shut someone else would be stuck with this job and he wouldn't be in this situation but alas, when push came to shove F personally viewed himself as a sort of martyr. He'd take the brunt of the suffering for his fellow students, for no other reason than to promote happiness. It was stupid and thankless but there was one reward: he was trustworthy.

F was the go to great student of Wammys, not a good detective but definitely a great person. At this point he believed he was kept in the L rankings just to keep someone more volatile from going off after they were bumped to last place. The house keepers were happy to have him around, he was kind and very helpful, a very promising young man they said. His teachers spoke highly of him, always one to volunteer in class and while not exceptional like the upper most ranks, he was still dedicated. Yes F was truly a staff favorite in the orphanage.

Which is why after long hours of pressure washing he was summoned to Roger's office for an important mission.

"Ferrum," the old man croaked, "There’s something very important I need to discuss with you."

F sat down in the plush chair situated in front of a luxurious desk and focused at the sound of his ailias. Iron... not a terrible metal, but not exceptional. A great, perfectly ok and reliable element, just like F himself.

"Of course, Roger, what is it?" F asked in his most professional tone.

"There have been.. issues... regarding some illegal substance usage in this establishment. Several students have been lacking in their performance and at least two have been admitted to the hospital due to overdose. I was wondering, since you have such a pension for drug related cases, if you could help find whoever is distributing these substances?"

F nodded along. Hearing the words 'illegal substances' made him almost smile, but he had to maintain his persona.

"I came to you because truthfully... it could be anyone. I thought you might be the least likely to be involved in the trade. Please investigate the other students if you will. If you can bring me the ring leader of the market they'll be a hefty reward for you."

F gave one strong nod, "Of course, Roger. Anything to help rid our wonderful school of such a terrible epidemic."

"Thank you, Ferrum. Take as long as you need, but please help find whoever is distributing these drugs."

F smiled and stood up, "I'll get right to it."

With that he left the room and marched to his dorm with a fire in his eyes. Only after he entered his space and closed the door sid he finally react the way he truly felt.

Laughter.

F broke down cackling, that Roger thought he was the least likely to be involved in the Wammys drug ring. It spoke to how stupid the staff truly were.

F had been in a drug cartel himself before Wammys, his first friends were known drug abusers and he was known to keep a large portion of drug dealers out of prison to use for 'other cases.' Not only that but he was incredibly secretive about his room and pockets, often snuck around to the dark, secluded parts of the property and was fucking high and or/drunk half the time. Anyone with common sense would suspect him, but that went to show how much a little good behavior made the adults who ran the building over look suspicious behavior.

F was a good boy with a troubled past, he had a few bad friends at one point and everyone keeps a few criminals free for later use. F likes his privacy just like any other 17 year old boy, he lokes exploring and sneaking out at night to see the stars not do drug deals obviously, and F's behavior isn't weird, he's always like that. That's what the staff told themselves.

F sat down on his bed. He was lucky the staff trusted him because this was a golden opportunity to pin the drug issues on other kids who tried to compete with him. Of course, there were issues with the plan, so F had to plot.

"Ok," he whispered to himself, "Roger needs me to get this job done. If I do the job I get whatever reward he's offering and I get extra brownie points with the staff, not completing the job will result in likely punishment and a massive decrease in said brownie points and not to mention... added suspicion which may compromise the operation..."

'No... failure is not an option. Not at all...' F thought to himself.

In order to succeed he knew what must be done. He needed to frame another student as the largest drug pusher in the orphanage, collect enough evidence to look convincing and make sure no one interfered or tried to expose him. This plan presented a few major issues.

First off, F was the premier drug lord of Wammys. He estimated he controlled roughly 70% of the drugs trafficked through Wammys in some way or another. It would be very hard to make a convincing drug bust without sabotaging his own business, though he supposed he could lay low for a while after his culprit was detained.

Second of all collecting evidence would be hard. The cameras complicated things, staff would be abke to watch him investigate so he'd need to actually appear to investigate. Obviously a false investigation would raise suspension in the other students, though he supposed that worked in his favor. If thw staff asked why he wasn't investigating, he could always say he had to show no signs he was doing so, lest the other detectives in training notice.

This was the third issue. Interference. Certainly if an upper rank student was involved it would complicate things. F was not stupid, only lazy, but he knew that even if he tried he would not be able to succeed top five. If for whatever reason an upper ranked student decided F needed to go, they'd dispose of him. Getting the culprit to not snitch on F was also an issue. Naturally, exposing F as the real monster was the best defense so he'd need either someone who wouldn't do that or a way to scare someone into not talking. F could think of a few ways to break a man, that or manipulate them. Now that he thought of it... weak links in his chain of command were also effective dummy drug lords, but he was unaware if anyone in the so called Fang Gang would be willing to go down for their boss.

The more he thought about it, the more pressing the issue became. F held his head in his hands and sighed. He supposed that sitting around contemplating hsi predicament would not fix anything and decided he could at least work on his mock investigation. He needed a suspect list after all.

Walking down the halls he wondered who would make for a good scape goat. He had rivals who came to mind, some other students in the program, some regular orphans. He supposed someone with no detective training would be easiest to break, or better yet less likely to be able to retort against him in a coherent way.

Sitting in the library he observed. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and there wasn't much for entertainment around Wammys so naturally many came to the library for something to do in their spare time. F eyed the camera in the corner, placed perfectly to overlook a good portion of the shelfless space in the library. He wasn't sure of the specific range of all the cameras in the house but there was no doubt the camera could clearly see what he was doing.

In an attempt to look like he was actually doing something, he took out a notepad and began writing the names of people in the library, noting their behavior while trying to be somewhat discreet about watching them. Though of course, F already had a pension for people watching, so it was only the notetaking his peers would find strange. Regardless, he was in his own world, simply trying to reason which student to pin his blame on.

[daydreamerfox]

Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ OC: Aɪᴋᴏ

I'll add a few facts about Aiko below the cut, I'll try to keep things short, but I usually end up rambling about things

TW: mentions of blood, murder and alcohol use

Aiko's a moody person, gets irritated easily, can be possessive, very insecure and paranoid at times

She struggles to understand what's right and wrong, she can't go out without carrying a knife with her in her purse (she gets very ancious being outside without it).

Specially when talking to someone new she has a very hard time letting hef guard down. She doesn't trust people easily and more likely than not she will be rude to the person, even if she does try to keep her appearances as a good person (mostly to her neighbors and family).

She needs money and she'll do literally anything she can to get it, from babysitting, to walking dogs to sex work and murder. She usually do odd jobs all the time, since she never managed to hold a job for too long.

Aiko had a twin sister called Ayako (Aya, for short) and a little brother called Angelo.

They lost their parents when the twins were 3 and Angelo was only 6 months old. They lived with their aunt Bianca for some time before being sent to foster care. They kept being sent back and forth between different institutions, mostly because of how much trouble Aiko would get into and, since Aiko was so attached to her siblings it would be ideal if they all were adopted together. That didn't work, though and the institution found a family for Angelo when he was 7. The twins weren't so lucky, though.

Aiko isn't a healthy person to be around. She's not trust worthy and will lie to you and use you for her own benefit. Though, truth be told she also struggles to trust people herself, sometimes even if she's close to them.

She wants to be spoiled and she doesn't care what she needs to do to get the life she wants. She doesn't mind getting in relationships to get someone to give her nice things (Yes, she would love to be a sugar baby).

If she gets too anxious about something, she'll probably try to drown those feelings down with alcohol, this woman have a very big problem with that, actually, which usually doesn't work or make her do stupid things while drunk. If that fails to ease her worries, or calm her down in any way, though, she'll most likely become episodic. At this state she becomes very aggressive, doesn't really think straight and might hurt anyone who approaches her or tries to stop her, be it someone she cares about or not. Depending on the reason that triggered her episode she might go after the thing (or person) who made her feel like that to "get rid of the problem".

She's fascinated with blood. Ever since she was a kid her brain always saw it as red paint (Due to traumatic situations, that was some way her infant brain found to cope with what she witnessed) and she does go out to "hunt" people and paing usually walls with her vitim's blood (what she paints can vary, though). Aiko usually paints roses and other plants or some other images, depending on how she's feeling. If she's having a really bad episode, though, she doesn't get to relax enough to paint, she sometimes just go after another vitim, usually getting herself in an even bigger trouble.

Aiko doesn't see what she does as something wrong and she doesn't feel guilty about it at all, since she doesn't know any of the people she hunts or even, when she does know, they're probably someone she hates or who have hurt here (if she's not having an episode), her words about it are: "If people are allowed to hunt animals for fun, why can't I hunt humans?"

She is aware that she can go to jail because of it if she gets caught, that's why she keeps it a secret from her family and anyone she meets, unless she trusts this person completely (and know they wouldn't have a problem with that), but she doesn't see that as something wrong, hence why she doesn't really feel guilty about it.

She is very loyal to those who manage to get to her inner circle of friends and she'll protect them as much as she can, even though she struggles a lot with empathy.

She has abandonment issues and is terrified of being alone (for the rest of her life, she does need alone time most of the time, but she needs to know she can count on someone), even though she hates being around people she doesn't known (mostly because she feels unsafe)

She is an attention whore and will do anything in her power to get the attention she wants.

At 18 she got released from the foster care, got a house to live at and adopted a black kitten, naming him Carbon who lives with her ever since.

Around the same time she has met a friend called Hiraliths (Or, how she usually calls him, Demro) who eventually started being more and more part of her life

[alwaysxangel]

rebellionevoked​:

     There was nothing to figure out, so a moment after the words had left Margot’s lips Sofia leant in and kissed them. She didn’t pull away immediately either, she lingered and was curious to see if her longtime friend would kiss her back. They’d each been through it. Separate journey’s and came back with different tales to tell but it was something curious to Sofia that they both were going through a similar wilding out phase simultaneously. It mirrored their childhoods a little and that spoke to her a little. Of course this was a first for her, kissing a friend and happy to makeout with her, she’d just gotten free from a marriage that she had stayed honest and loyal to. Some part of her, in the back of her psyche head most likely, told that it wasn’t smart to cross boundaries and blur lines as things would never return to what they once were when they happened. But maybe that result didn’t have to be negative. What could change was a friendship becoming stronger and more open. She doubted Margot, like herself, was not currently looking for a happy ever after. There was still safety there though. “That’s pretty normal. A part of you slept, or got cocooned, while your impulses drove for a while. It’s kind of like being drunk in a way.” In Sofia’s opinion she wouldn’t classify what her friend went through as ‘bad behavior’ but more so a release and to free herself, and that was something she understood as she’d always felt bound, too. “You don’t have to figure it all out now. That’s the beauty of it. Figure out what you liked and get rid of what you didn’t.”

     “I just want to be sure my kid has a good life. If I do anything in life let me accomplish that,” Hands together in prayer, Sofia shook them upward as if she were begging some higher power. “Other than that fuck that toxic prick, Nolan. I just look back and wonder what the fuck was I thinking.” But when it came to Margot figuring things out and talk about going to school, she was happy that her friend didn’t immediately shoot it down. What she saw in someone she’d known longer than most anyone was a resilient fighter that had a ton of experience to share. That was so valuable and needed. If Margot put in the effort then she could certainly accomplish the ideas she’d set forth. “That would be amazing and I think you would be a big help. Not only do you have a big heart but you’re objective and a great listener. Plus, you have experience that makes you easier to relate to and understand. I think it’s wonderful if you give it a shot. I think it would be really fulfilling for you.”

- Margot was a bit surprised by Sofia’s initiative in the moment. She shouldn’t have been though. Her dear friend had always been strong, but in the past couple of months she watched her blossom into something that felt unstoppable. Once her brain caught up to what was happening, her lips danced with Sofia’s - softly and sweetly. It was something she’d thought about doing more than she cared to admit, always wondering what if might feel like. Margot pulled away only slightly. Her nose brushed against the other. “Do you want me to stop?” She asked with a giggle. What could be wrong in doing something that felt so nice? But maybe mindsets like that were what got her into trouble in the first place. Her finger twirled a bit of Sofia’s hair.

“Danny will have love and space to be who he is. You’ve already accomplished that with him.” To grow up knowing no matter who you were you parent would love you felt basic, but at the same time a bit rare. She watched how her friend’s son seemed to thrive with the safety of that. A part of her felt jealous, envious of the warmth of their home. “You were young, Sof. You were trusting.” Everyone did stupid things when they were young. Margot could write a list as long as a phone book of all of the stupid things she’d done over the years. “Okay, okay, don’t get too mushy on me.” Margot always struggled at taking compliments that didn’t revolve around her abilities in bed or the way she looked. She never knew what to do with them. She nodded with a small smile though, thankful for the support. “We’ll see if I can get in anywhere first.” Truth was she wasn’t entirely sure of the process at this age, so far removed from high-school and tests. “Thanks, though. It means a lot.”

[texanredrose]

One More Story

Because this is still arguably the funniest thing I’ve done in my military career that didn’t involve a risk to any lives or equipment and I will never be able to publish this anywhere officially without Uncle Sam getting all snooty about it.

So... somewhere in the later part of 2013, my brigade pushed down a new order that said, basically, “no hanging out in barracks rooms of the opposite sex”. Now, I thought this was stupid but me and my buddies recognized a loophole; our barracks building housed our company area as well. The offices were in the basement of the building HOWEVER they didn’t constitute “barracks rooms” because they were part of the company area, not the actual barracks area.

So one night, my buddies and I decide to drink in my office. There were four of us- me, sitting at my desk, my drinking buddy/superior/subordinate (it’s... a whole other story to explain that, so just roll with it) sitting at his desk, the Desk Sergeant from the previous story in the chair in front of my desk, and the supply chick at the boss’ chair (the E-6). We’d been out drinking earlier and decided it would be cheaper to kill a few bottles in the office than staying out on the town drinking. Not only are we abiding by the new orders, we’re not anywhere we shouldn’t be; technically, it was my office, but it was the training office and I was the Training NCOIC, so I had every right to be there, along with my drinking buddy. The other two? Eh, we were with them, so it was fine. I mean, the doors had key card locks, and only 3 people had the card to unlock the door to my office: me, my buddy, and the E-6, who didn’t live in the barracks. As long as nothing serious happened that forced the E-6 to come to the office, no one would know!

20 minutes later, no shit, the E-6 walks in because there was a serious incident at our remote location. We all have red solo cups. I have one unopened 12 pk of coke by my desk, and a few half full bottles on it. Wild Turkey, Jim Bean, Jack Daniels; we were working our way through ‘em, as they were full when we started. The E-6 looks at the supply chick.

“Get out of my seat.” She fucking gets up and dips, DS follows her out. The E-6 looks at me and my buddy. “Look, I don’t care, but if [the E-7, the big boss, the ‘I will break you if you think about stepping one toe out of line’ E-7] catches you, I ain’t covering.”

I was halfway out of my chair when the other door to the office opens, the one leading into the E-7′s office. 

Guess who.

The E-7 looks at me and my buddy. “What are you two doing here? Did you hear about the incident?”

I got all the way up, walked in front of the three bottles of alcohol on my desk, and went to parade rest. “Uh, no, Sergeant, we were just-”

“Doesn’t matter; leave, we’ve got work to do.”

“Roger, Sergeant.” Behind my back, I felt for the necks of the bottles, grabbed them between my fingers, and went from parade rest to fast walking out of the office in the blink of an eye. My buddy got the door for me. We left our solo cups where they were.

I come up the stairs and CQ- who knew damn well we were down there- just stood with wide eyes as my buddy went out the door and I went to my room to hide the bottles.

Went outside to find the other three sitting in the smoker’s pit with 1000 yard stares. They’re talking about the impending Art 15s. Their careers. The Commander and BC.

I light up. “We’ll be fine. The [E-7] didn’t see.”

“How could he NOT see!? He was right fucking there!?”

“Plus, [E-6] saw! We’re screwed.”

I continued to insist. “Nah, nah, we’re fine. [E-7] was my platoon sergeant. If he didn’t say anything then, he didn’t see, and [E-6] won’t rat us out.” I left out the part where I’d covered for his ass enough times, he owed me, hence my confidence.

The next morning, I sat at my desk and finished my solo cup. My buddy shook his head but did the same. Waste not, after all.

A week passes. The E-6 mentions it once. Warns us to not do it again but he’s pretty sure the E-7 didn’t see. Easy enough. Everyone starts to think if we just never mention it again, it’ll be fine. We all pretend like it didn’t happen.

Around six months later, we’re all getting ready to leave. Summer is called ‘PCS season’ and it’s true. It’s time for us to rotate back to new units stateside. DS has already left, Supply chick leaves in a few days, I’m leaving the next week, and almost everyone else leaves over the course of the following month. 

My buddy goes out to smoke one day and the E-7 joins him. They joke around a bit. The guilt’s been weighing on him, so he brings up that night and comes clean to the E-7.

The E-7 gets pissed.

“YOU HAD WILD TURKEY IN THE OFFICE AND DIDN’T TELL ME!?”

When he told me he told the E-7, I got annoyed, but then he told me the E-7′s reaction and I just laughed. Yeah. That sounded like him, alright. I’d forgotten he’d mentioned before that Wild Turkey is his liquor of choice.

Also, the incident that forced both of them to go into the office that night? A patrol in the remote location broke protocol and went to McDonald’s off post for dinner, using the drive thru. Got an alarm call. Attempted to leave the drive thru, did not realize there was a curb and a dip. I think they broke the fender and damaged the suspension.

[darling-i-read-it]

Drunk

Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: vomit, alcohol, drunkenness

Author’s Note: I think …he is the cowboy of my dreams and I love him

Summary: You go get Arthur from the Saloon

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Mary-Beth fixed her shawl and smiled up at you pleasantly.

“Thank you very much Mrs Morgan.”

“Anything for you Miss Gaskill.” You had just helped her with her dress, also returning some valuables that had been taken from her while she was up at town.

“You know, I could be a cowboy,” she said. “Like you and the men.” You smiled gracefully, shrugging.

“You could be! Just gotta get rid of those awful dresses.”

“Hey I like these here dresses. They fit my figure nicely. You look awful in those pants. And you’re wearing Arthur’s shirt.” She shook her head disapprovingly.

“Arthur’s shirts are comfortable.” “Only because you wash them regularly. Can’t say that for most of the fellas around here. He’s more than lucky to have you.”

“Oh I’m lucky to have the doof too.” You tipped your hat at her and turned around to the rest of the camp. You would likely be off when Arthur returned from…wherever he was. You were willing to bet he was in town helping some poor soul out. You walked over to your horse, wondering if perhaps you should get some rest before he returned when there was a voice coming from behind you.

“Y/N!” You whipped your head around, meeting the eye of Dutch. “Can I trouble you for a favor?” “Always Dutch.” You leaned against the hitching posts.

“I don’t feel like asking anyone else,” he said, sighing heavily. He cleared his throat. “Your husband is in town, has been for a couple days now. I hear he’s gone on a pretty heavy bender.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you said, shaking your head. “I didn’t know he was in town otherwise I would’ve gotten him earlier.”

“I imagined you would say that. Would you like anyone's help dragging him back to camp?”

“No, I think I can handle one drunk bastard for the day,” you said, grabbing the reins to your horse. You rubbed the side of her before jumping up onto her back. “Thanks for letting me know Dutch.”

“Anytime.”

-

Your ride out to Valentine was leisurely. If Arthur had been causing chaos for a few days already then he could handle a few more minutes. You approached the saloon slowly, leaving your horse out front.

You could hear the voice of your husband already. You let out a long sigh, opening up the doors.

“I think you-” He cursed under his breath and looked back up at the man who was speaking. “-should quit talkin to me!” You giggled to yourself, looping your fingers along your belt. Arthur was leaning against the staircase, stumbling back and forth while he spoke to the equally drunken man in front of him. “Don’t fuckin look at me that way!”

You decided then to step in before a fight broke out. You stepped forward and put your hand on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Hey!” he slurred and turned around. “Woah…you look like ma wife!” You laughed gently and nodded.

“Arthur, it's me. Your wife.”

“My wife is at camp,” he told you pointedly.

“I’m right here.” “Am I at camp?”

“No. We’re in the Saloon. It’s time to go back home.” He had completely forgotten about the man beside him and it seemed the man had forgotten about him as well. You grabbed his arm so he could use you as a crutch.

“My wife is so pretty,” he whispered, words slurring together. “I love ‘er.”

“I love you too Arthur. Come on now.” You turned to the bartender and tossed him a dollar. “Thanks for not letting him die.” He gave you a sluate as you led him outside. You grabbed the reins of his horse and yours, helping him get up on your horse. You got up behind him, letting him slump back onto your shoulder.

“Darlin?” he asked as you started to ride. You moved Arthur’s horse as well so it galloped slowly beside you.

“Yes Arthur?”

“Just makin sure you’re still there,” he whispered groggily.

“Do you remember what you did tonight?”

“Nah,” he grumbled. “Got some fights.”

“Oh?”

“Won.” “Good for you.”

He was silent while you rode back and by the time you returned he was practically deadweight.

“Who’s there?!” Bill yelled as you approached the camp.

“The Morgans!” you called.

“Both of ya?”

“Yeah,” Arthur said to you sleepily. You would have waved had you not been holding Arthur up with your entire strength. The horses came to a slow stop. You slid off the horse carefully before helping Arthur down. He nearly fell over but you caught him by the stomach.

“He cause much trouble?” Dutch asked from his tent.

“Always,” you responded. You helped him lay down at your shared wagon where he quickly drifted off to sleep. You took off his hat and shrugged off his coat before leaving him alone. You walked and grabbed a cup of water alone with an empty bucket no one was using. You set it beside his bed and kissed his forehead.

-

Arthur woke up with a start. His stomach was churning and his head was pounding. He looked around. The sun was high in the sky. Everyone around him was awake. He was at camp. Had he rode back to camp? He could see his horse with the others. Before he could think of much else he felt his stomach lurch. He turned to his side where there was already a bucket waiting for him. He picked it up and stuck his hand in it.

“He’s awake,” your voice came. He was so pleased to hear it that it made him instantly feel better. Maybe that was also getting the vomit out of his system. You sat down at the edge of the makeshift bed and picked up the water cup. When his head came out of the bucket you handed it to him and brushed his hair back.

“What happened?” he asked after chugging. “How’d I get here?”

“How do you think?” He chuckled.

“You can’t always take care of me, woman.”

“I sure can try.”

“I would kiss ya but…” he gestured to his mouth and you nodded, laughing.

“I’ll wait for you to get cleaned up. I paid your tab back in Valentine but if you’re gonna get drunk at least let me come next time.” He nodded once.

“Sorry darlin. I’ll remember.”

“I sure hope so.”

[candiedsour]

How Genshin Impact characters would react to someone flirting with you || (Mondstadt)

Hey everyone! I'll be doing these for the characters in Genshin Impact! There will be 3 parts, this one is for Mondstadt, the second one will be on Liyue and the third one will be on the other nations (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃), although Liyue wil most likely have 2 or more parts because I have a lot of characters I'd love to do and unfortunately, I do not have enough time to write of all of them in a day ಥ‿ಥ

-a very much sleepy E

Characters included- Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Jean, Lisa

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Diluc 🍷🍇

He's secure with your relationship enough to not be ticked off by some random clueless stranger at the bar

Still keeps an eye on you two to make sure the other person doesn't step over the line

If staring doesn't help and the person steps over the line he'd drop whatever he was doing and come over to resolve the situation

The person you were talking to leaned in closer and tried to press his lips against your face.

Since his breath reeked of alcohol and you did what any sensible person would do, put one of your hands up to your nose to cover it.

Diluc notices this immediately and started walking over to you two.

"Do we have a problem here?"

The dude who tried to kiss you nearly shat their pants after seeing Diluc and left before he could even adress them.

"Do not trouble yourself about him y/n. The next time he comes he will be paying 500 mora for assult and he will be apologizing to you in person. "

Kaeya 🥂🏴‍☠️

As much as he flirts with other girls he hates it when he sees someone being a little too close for comfort with you (Hypocrite, I know)

He's not insecure (Obviously) but seeing you with someone else just makes him want to drop kick whoever it is that you're talking to

People would normally don't attempt to flirt with you because they know that you're dating the Calvary Captain but there's ways an occasional traveler who has no idea how things work around Mondstadt

"Did it hurt when you fell from Celestia? Because your beauty is out of this world."

You awkwardly giggle, trying not to cringe. Lord Barbatos knows how long it has been since somebody other than Kaeya had tried to flirt with you.

"It was nice meeting you, but I have some work to finish at the Headquarters." You blurted out as a ditch attempt to get away.

Though, much to your dismay; the daring traveler grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.

"Damn, that's harsh. Not even a kiss goodbye, beautiful?"

You desperately pushed yourself away from him, obviously trying to get away.

Some people have started staring at you two by now and your face was red and tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

Luckily for you, Kaeya was amongst the staring people and had started walking towards you two.

Cryo vision at the ready.

Kaeya pulled you away from the traveler to behind him.

The atmosphere around him felt cold and threatening. Like that of the storm that once loomed over Mondstadt.

"Greetings from the Knights of Favonious kind Sir, we received a notice that a new Traveler came into the city and we need you at the Headquarters to confirm some... things with you." He informed the traveler with a fake cheery tone.

Even if you couldn't see his face you could sense his signature sadistic smirk by the aura that was surrounding him.

"I didn't do anything to him. He's just a little cold! That's why he's shivering. Isn't that right Traveler?"

Albedo 👨‍🔬📝

He's always busy with lab work, so he's not going to let anyone ruin anything on the rare occasions that you two go out

Always straight to the point

Since he's the Head Alchemist at the Knights of Favonious, he knows he isn't going to get into much trouble if he just decides to give the other person a taste of his punch

He usually wouldn't resort to such 'violent' actions on your date but if the other person is asking for it he knows you don't mind

"This one is on me." The waiter at Good Hunter said with a wink as he put some wolf hook juice in front of you on the table.

You shifted in your seat and Albedo instantly noticed your discomfort.

"We appreciate the gift but, can you please give this to another table? " Albedo stated as he glared at the waiter.

"Not even a thank you from the lady? " The waiter asked in a disappointed tone.

You both knew the waiter wasn't going to drop it so you and Albedo left and had a picnic on Starsnatch Cliff.

Honestly, you both enjoyed the cliff better and it became one of your favorite dating spots.

"This scenery is almost as beautiful as you, my love."

Jean 🐢👑

Jean is basically second Diluc

Doesn't mind if anyone flirts with you, but will step in if she sees that you are uncomfortable

Being Acting Grandmaster has its privileges (not that she'd actually use them, she just threatens people with it.)

"Come on babygirl, not even a kiss?" The creep said as you fastened your pace.

In your honest opinion, 7 am in the morning is way too f-ing early to be dealing with creeps.

If the creep wasn't as drunk as he was right now, he would probably have noticed that you were walking towards the Knights' Headquarters.

He didn't really realise where he was until he saw Jean herself standing next to you.

Almost instantly, he sobered up. He apologized to both you and Jean.

Even if his apologies didn't save him from spending the whole day in jail, the month of community service and 500 Mora fine Jean sentenced him, they were appreciated (kind of.)

"Following a woman around while making offensive remarks is a very serious offense, even though it was at 7 am in the morning while you were drunk. Although I can let you off the hook if y/n here agrees with letting you go with no punishment whatsoever. "

Lisa 📖💜

She's the same as Jean and Diluc

The only difference is that she'd use her vision to electrocute and humiliate the person in public

You don't really meet creeps because of this

Lisa's method of getting rid of creeps is amazing.

You thought to yourself as you relished in the fact that it's been a whole month since you've last seen a creep come up to you.

You walk by the tavern, getting stares from drunk men. But most of them adverted their gaze once they realized who you were.

For those who didn't, their friends or anyone from a table nearby would chuck their gaze to their feet and tell them the supposed 'rumours' of Lisa using her vision on anyone who looked at you funny.

"See? I told you shocking them would work. Honestly, I should do it to every creep in Mondstadt. "

[twoidiotwriters1]

Put your loving hand out, darling —(Sirius Black xF!Reader)

A/N: I don’t know what this is. I was in a mood and I wrote it. Also, I had to write something with this song, sorry if it’s bad -Danny

Warnings: Toxic relationship, alcohol (Sirius is tipsy). Oral (fem and male receiving) vaginal sex, and dom/sub dynamic, er, degradation ig

Words: 2,065

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Listen to: Beggin’ -by Måneskin

It started when you and Sirius were seventeen.

Time seemed endless and you both felt like everything had been made for you, even each other. You were sex partners first and friends second, which meant there wasn't much talking between you two outside the bedroom.

When you graduated Hogwarts and your contact with Sirius ceased to exist, you thought nothing of it, you didn't care. A war was happening and you had things to do... Then you ran into him again.

You'd merely say a word when he pulled you closer and offered to take you to his place. Who were you to refuse? He'd only gotten better with time: Longer locks of hair, back wider and bigger hands.

One night he showed up at your place, tipsy and messed up in more than one way. You let him in and for the first time, you weren't thinking about stripping him naked and throwing him on the bed. You were slightly worried.

"You need to heal that."

"Hmm?"

"You're eyebrow. It's bleeding."

"Ah, that," He took a swig of his glass before continuing. "It's nothing."

You frowned and took the drink away from him. "You're on my couch. Get up, I don't want your blood staining my furniture."

Sirius smirked without looking at you, he pushed himself out of his seat and moved towards the bathroom, you followed him.

"How are you? Haven't seen you in a week—"

You scoffed. "You show up drunk and beaten at my house—I think I should be asking that question to you."

His grin only grew at your retort, he'd always liked teasing you when you were younger, something about getting you all red and agitated only to shut you up by kissing in lonely school corridors.

"I'm alive, aren't I? Can't seem to die even though I have nothing to live for," He replied with a bitter chuckle. "Don't worry about me, darling. I've always been smart, they'll need to try harder if they want to get rid of me."

"Trust me, if you don't look after yourself, they will," You raised a brow. "Sit down, I'm cleaning your face."

Sirius did as told and sat on the edge of your tub, your hands worked quickly while passing the wet cloth over his injuries, he didn't try to speak while you focused on your task, but once your hand moved towards the sink to grab your wand and start sealing shut his injuries, he stopped you.

"Have you ever thought of pursuing a career as a Healer? It suits you."

You rolled your eyes. "If I did then you would get in twice as much trouble just so you could flirt in the emergency room."

"Would you like that?" He smiled.

You didn't respond to his teasing, instead lifted your wand and fixed the cuts on his face. Once it was done, you grabbed a towel.

"Take a shower and come out once you're sober enough to drive back to your place."

"I'm sober," He frowned.

"Your breath says otherwise."

You walked out and he followed you like a puppy, you didn't try to push him back into the bathroom, he was an adult now, and you were not his mother.

You went to the kitchen and listened as he fell heavily on your couch.

"D'you remember when we were sixteen?"

"I do."

"The first time we slept together?"

"I do, Sirius. What about it?"

"I remember feeling like I was the king of the world," He chuckled. "Felt like a real man that'd touched a real woman. But I was just a kid— a really conceited one at that... I never understood why you chose me—anyone could've been better..."

"It was sex," You retorted without much sentiment. "I didn't care who you were, if I'm honest... you were good at it and that's all that mattered to me."

"Is it that way now as well?"

You looked over your shoulder at him, Sirius was laying on the couch and the back of it was covering most of his body, but his voice sounded vulnerable.

"What do you want, Sirius?"

"I want answers," He hummed. "You made me happy back in school, Y/N. I know you never cared, but you did. I don't think it was love... but it was something. It felt good. When we stopped having contact I missed you— don't know why, but I guess we can't control who we miss..."

You slowly made your way back to the couch and stood before him, arms crossed and waiting for the man to get to the point.

"Then I found you again and I knew that I wanted you, so I took you— but it's not... it's not what I want. I don't want to take you— I want you to take me. I want you to choose me again."

You frowned. "I don't know what you mean."

"I would've loved you had you asked me to," He sat up and stared at you with a strange ache in his eyes. "But you never asked. I waited and waited, and you never felt a thing. So I moved on because I'm not an idiot, I know when I'm not needed. Now..."

He stood up, his body towering over yours not in a threatening manner, it almost felt like it was crumbling above you, slowly cracking at the edges.

"My life isn't what I would like it to be, not that I could've done anything to fix it with a war going on..." He laughed dryly. "But perhaps it could be better."

He stretched out his hand for you to hold, you snorted.

"You got a fucking weird way of confessing your feelings, Black."

He looked down at his hand and shook his head slowly.

"I'm drunk, that's what," His gaze moved upwards and fixed on yours. "Kiss me."

You sighed. "You don't want me, Sirius. I'm not the right girl. I'm not good. I won't save you."

His hand slowly crept up your side until it was resting on your neck, his thumb grazing your pulse as he leaned forward.

"I don't want saving," He replied. "I just need to feel normal for once."

"That I can do," You retorted.

The moment your lips were on his, Sirius was a goner. You felt his arms pulling you closer and then lifting you up until your legs wrapped around him. He walked blindly towards your room and threw you on the bed, quickly tossing his shirt to the side.

You pulled your pants down along with your panties and crawled towards the edge of the mattress, Sirius stood still while your hands travelled up to his belt and unbuckled it. Excruciatingly slow, you unzipped his pants and palmed him through his underwear.

Sirius' hand closed around your wrist for a moment, you seized it and moved it to the back of your head, maintaining eye contact while pulling his boxers down. His cock was ready for you, and your hand wrapped around it expertly, your mouth watered at the sight and without wasting another minute you licked all the way from the base to his tip.

Sirius' hand held tighter to your hair, but he didn't move. He waited until you set the pace, and even then he barely moved. He wasn't always like this with you, so submissive, ready to please. But tonight he was acting different than other days, so you didn't question it.

Why hadn't you fallen for him? It was hard to tell, you tried at some point, but it was as if there was this empty space where your heart should be. Sirius' face had never brought any reaction on you. It was only with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your body that you felt butterflies in your stomach.

He pushed you away and with a soft pop, his dick left your lips and Sirius pushed you to lay down. He kneeled before you, eyes clouded with need and hunger.

"I'll make you love me," He groaned, a second later his face disappeared between your thighs.

"Yes," You whispered. "Yes, Sirius..."

His hands squeezed your thighs almost painfully, and your moans increased without you being able to control them. His tongue felt warm against you, it moved at just the right speed. He sighed and growled at the contact and you held onto his hair for dear life.

You didn't know if he'd meant what he said, about wanting you to love him. You didn't care, really. You couldn't. Not because you didn't feel it, but it would only result in tragedy. Your forearm seemed to burn, a reminder of the promise you made to a cause that welcomed you with no judgements.

Would Sirius promise you the same? You didn't think so, he never tried to see you more than just a fucktoy, so that night, you felt like hearing him beg.

"Do you like this, Sirius?" You spoke quietly. "You like eating me out? D'you feel how wet you make me?"

Sirius only moaned as a response, his mouth was moving relentlessly and his hips had started to grind against the air, you grinned at the sight.

"Such a cute pup," You pouted. "You want me to love you so bad, don't yo—?" Your comment gets interrupted by a moan, Sirius bit lightly on your clit, dragging his teeth against the skin gently to make you shiver. "Fuck, just like that baby..."

He was tipsy and desperate, usually he's not the type to obey quietly and waddle his tail at praising, even though he feeds on it. However, that night he needed it. He needed to believe that someone felt for him.

His lips started to move up, they kissed your ribs, and the side of your tit— he bit down on your collarbone while his hands moved on their own to massage your breasts. Sirius kicked off his shoes and pushed you up on the bed, you couldn't stop grinning at mockingly. He was giving you all the power for the first time since you'd started, and you were drunk on it.

"You're beautiful—"

"Just fuck me already, Black."

The way you snapped at him stirred him on, it frustrated him to see he was the only one showing emotion. Why weren't you squirming under him like always? Why weren't your eyes shiny and teary like all those nights before?

"Feeling brave, are you doll?" He raised a brow. "We'll see if it lasts."

Sirius turned you around, lifting your ass up against him. He expertly guided his cock into you, starting a punishing pace that was meant to hurt and leave you breathless.

"Shit— Right there, Sirius..."

"Yeah?" Sirius grunts, his hand went down to your neck and kept you against the mattress. "Look at you, taking my cock so well— it was made for you, darling, one touch and you're soaking..."

He moved in just the right way to hit your g-spot making you gasp. Your hands grabbed onto the sheets and you were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you could feel him everywhere: hands, thighs and dick buried to the hilt in you. For a second you believe his words, his body was made to please you, yet it doesn't mean it's meant to last.

His free hand pulled your lower half closer, you squirmed around him, and you knew he wasn't touching you in more ways because of the way you'd behaved. He was punishing you.

"Sirius," You breathed. "Touch me."

"What was that?" He tilted his head. "Nice girls plead, doll."

"Being mean to me won't make me love you," You grunted.

"You love me," He stated, his hips slowing their movements. "You love me so much that if I ask you to beg, what do you say, love?"

You pursed your lips together, Sirius stopped moving completely and you felt his front leaning over you, he whispered next to your ear:

"If I tell you to beg," He growled, slowly dragging his cock out of you as a warning. "What d'you say, puppy?"

You remained quiet, Sirius slipped out of you almost completely and you finally gave in frustration.

"Please! Please, Sirius— please fuck me..." You cried out. "I love you."

"That's it, baby," He sighed.

Without warning, he slammed back into you, this time his rhythm remained fast and hard, he kept you trapped between him and the bed. One arm wrapped around your waist and his fingers found your clit in an instant.

"Such a loving girl," He mocked. "See? You're not a brat, you just needed me to fuck the tantrum out of you... should I let you finish, then?"

"Yes!"

"You think you deserve it?"

"Please, Sirius..." You whimpered. "I'm your good girl..."

"Dam right you are," The man growled.

He changed the angle slightly and pounded right against the perfect spot. He had you trembling and moaning. You felt weak, it didn't matter what you did, he would always find a way to have you at his mercy.

"Come for me, darling," He panted, and it wasn't your mind who obeyed but your body, because it was made for him only.

Your words had no meaning as they spilt out of your mouth, your brain was fuzzy and you were only half-conscious of the way Sirius pulled out of you and painted your back with his cum. Once he was done, he brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your temple.

"Let's get you cleaned, Y/N," He said lowly.

You heard him getting dress and then felt him move you, he pulled you up to take off your blouse, when you snapped out of your daydream, it was too late.

"Shit–!"

You grabbed your blouse and put it on again as quick as you could, but Sirius was already stepping away, eyes fixed on the place where the dark mark was inked into your skin.

"No..." He muttered. "You didn't— Y/N, tell me you didn't."

"Get out of my house, Sirius," You answered, avoiding his eyes at all cost.

"How could you..." Anger increased in his voice. "Y/N, how could you? Our friends—!"

"I never had any friends!" You snapped. "I had you, and even then it was only a game. It still is. Don't even try to convince me about your change of heart— You don't love me, you're just lonesome. Leave."

"Y/N—"

"I said leave!"

You seized your wand from the nightstand and Sirius rushed out of the room, slamming the door close behind him. You stood and opened the door, but Sirius was ready. He threw a hex at you that you easily deflected, and responded to his attack with a curse.

"Get out!" It almost hurt to see the way he looked at you them. It wasn't pitying, just pure and honest shock, it made you sick.

He didn't try to speak to you, he fought back but you knew he wasn't trying that hard, he was letting you have an advantage and it upsets you further. You don't want his favour, you don't need it.

"He'll get you killed," He said, his gaze hardened. "You're an idiot. He'll get you killed and he won't even know whose body he's stepping on."

"I don't care, any death's better than a life with you," You replied.

Sirius' face lost all colour then, with a harsh flick of his wand the bookshelf next to you exploded and it pushed you backwards, then you heard the front door open and close.

You stood up, exhausted and pissed, wanting to punish yourself for letting Sirius discover your secret. It doesn't matter, though. He won't come back. He won't come to demand anything from you, and the best part is that he won't ever hear you beg for him again.

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @curieouscapt @whathamelon @unknown5tar

warnings: yandere and possessive behavior, implied violence, implied rape, I do not condone any of this behavior.

“Honey, I’m home!” Yuta shouted from the front door, waiting patiently for you to come out and greet him. Anger started building up inside him as you didn’t come out of your shared bedroom. “Y/n!”

It wasn’t until a few moments later that he remembered you were chained, unable to leave the room without his permission. Your new restraints had been product of your pathetic attempt to escape a few days ago, you lost your privilege of even going out to the living room.

“Hi baby.” He entered the room with the most sickening smile ever. “What did you do while I was gone?” He was indeed insane, but not a monster, at least not in his opinion. He provided you with all kinds of entertainment, Tv, canvases to paint, books, you name it.

There was no response from you, your clouded eyes staring into the wall. He sat on the bed, right beside your legs.

“Are the chains too short? Would you like me to make them longer?” He acted as if he was the good guy, as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. “Oh, right! Your period arrived a few days ago, right? Should I buy more tampons?”

The thing is, your period hadn’t arrived. And you perfectly knew why.

Weeks ago, Yuta had come home drunk, forcing himself into you over and over again. It wasn’t the first time that happened, nor would it be the last. The wounds he’d provoked you were still healing, the purple marks on your wrists and thighs almost gone now.

You didn’t want to give him the pleasure of having a family, but you still needed to know what was going on.

“Buy me a pregnancy test.” There were no emotions in your voice, no happiness, no anger, no nothing.

“Are you...?” On the other hand, Yuta felt like he’d explode from happiness. A baby was on the way, his baby. “I’ll be right back.”

As suspected, you were indeed, carrying his baby. You felt sorry for the small being growing on your belly. It was the product of a rape, therefore, it was impossible for you to think of even loving it. Not when it’s father was the person you hated the most.

“I love you so much.” He smashed his lips against yours. “I’ll get you some vitamins as soon as possible, and you need to start eating again. I wouldn’t want to feed you through that tube again, but I’ll do what’s necessary to keep you both healthy.” His ice cold hands sneaked inside your shirt, rubbing the slightly inflamed area. “Don’t make that face, if you behave well enough, I might let you leave the room again.”

As your belly started growing, so did your hopes of escaping. He hadn’t forced you to do anything ever since he found out about your pregnancy, he even unlocked the chains, letting you wander freely around the house.

“Only five more months.” Yuta murmured, applying some cream to your round belly. You bit your lip, disgusted by his gentle touch. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Your eyes sparkled with hope, nodding eagerly at his proposition. He was finally trusting you again.

As you walked through the park near his house, his hand grabbing tightly onto yours, a plan started forming inside your mind. There was a restaurant nearby, you’d often visit it when you were in good terms with Yuta. You knew for a fact that the bathrooms had a wide window, perfect for sneaking out.

“Yuta, I need to pee.” He didn’t suspect, for you had been going regularly while you were still inside the house. According to his research, he knew pregnant women needed to pee more often than normal people.

“I’ll take you.” As expected, he walked you to that familiar restaurant. “Do you want me to come in with you?”

‘What the hell is wrong with him?’

“You’ll get in trouble, just wait for me here.” Gathering all your willpower, you pecked his lips.

“Alright, darling.”

You locked the door behind you as soon as you were in, running towards the window and easily opening it. With a hand below your belly, you slid one leg out, then the other. You fell on your back, but it didn’t matter anymore, you were free.

You ran as fast as your legs and extra weight allowed you to, luckily finding a taxi.

“Just drive to the nearest police station.” You said out of breath. “It’s an emergency, please.”

The taxi driver nodded, driving as fast as he could under the speed limits. At last, you finally arrived to your destination, the driver extending his hand to receive his payment.

“I-I don’t have any money right now, but I think this watch will be enough.” You quickly got rid of it, placing it on top of his palm. It looked expensive, Yuta had given it to you as a birthday gift. “Please sir, I don’t have anything else to give you.”

Maybe he felt sorry for your desperate self, but he accepted your payment, wishing you good luck as you got off the vehicle. 

The police officer listened to your story attentively, typing everything down on her computer.

“Do you have anyone to call?”

“My parents, but he’d probably find me if I went to them.” And god knows what he’d be capable of doing to them.

“We’ll try to find somewhere you can stay at, with protection, of course.” Your hands twisted each other over the desk, afraid Yuta would come in and take you back to the apartment any minute. “You’ll be alright, miss. Let us find him and make him pay for what he did.”

But they wouldn’t, Yuta was way too smart to let himself get caught.

While you were busy with the cops, he was already looking for you. It wouldn’t be long before you were between his arms again, you and his child safe from the world’s dangers. And of course, you’d receive the punishment you deserved right after the baby was born. He wouldn’t stop until his love was by his side once again, even if it meant taking down everyone who came in his way.

[kinncman]

A LIST OF PLOTLESS TOWN RP-FRIENDLY CHARACTER IDEAS & CONNECTIONS INSPIRED BY MOVIES! (PART 1)

click here for part two.

i collected a couple of plot ideas from some of the movies i thought had interesting stories or characters that i hope can help you with your applications / character connections. please note that a lot of these are, by no means, the actual plots of the films and are only inspired by them. i’ve taken the liberty of making a couple of edits for them to be ‘plotless town rp-friendly’. also, i would’ve separated them by category (platonic, romantic, familial, etc.) but tbh a lot of these can be taken in any way so feel free to put your own spin on them, too, or even make combinations!

trigger warnings: nothing too specific, but there are light mentions of death, road accident, infidelity, illness, injury, drug addiction.

now, without further ado:

BAY OF ANGELS  // muse a met muse b on a vacation several years ago, brought together because they were both from the same home country and realized that they were traveling to run away from something. muse a came to learn that this wasn’t muse b’s first rodeo, and where this was the first time that muse a had tried to run away from their problems, muse b had been running for most of their life. muse b initially wished to emulate the same free-spirited, high-risk-high-reward principles that muse a lived by. however, muse b started to display totally erratic behavior that prompted muse a to question whether they were making the right choices. eventually, they went home. jump to present day where they meet again in their home country— muse b has toned down somewhat due to a traumatic event (a hard lesson to learn for them) meanwhile, muse a’s life remains the same cycle of events they can’t seem to break free from.

CLEO FROM 5 TO 7 // muse a suspects they are sick but refuses to go to the doctor to have it checked. most of their days are plagued with this feeling of doom enshrouding them, causing them to have a general distaste for life. they meet muse b who has profoundly positive disposition towards life. their company helps muse a to come to terms with the fact that perhaps their illness is something they should deal with. with muse b’s help, muse a starts to find meaning in death.

HAPPY OLD YEAR // muse a left town / the country for college, leaving behind all their friends and family, cutting all ties in a heartbeat, only to come back several years later a completely changed person who subscribes to the idea of minimalism and wants to get rid of all the clutter in their life, material or otherwise. this brings them to reconnect with muse b (and a variety of other muses if the mun wishes) when they find their old belongings and return them in order to be ‘minimalist’ and get rid of all the garbage in their home, which means getting rid of memories, too. however, muse b, who has now moved on from muse a and is with someone else, isn’t too pleased with having muse a back in their life. muse a is desperate to find the closure that muse b isn’t giving them, primarily because muse b knows that muse a is after starting over on a clean slate only to clear their conscience and not to make amends.

YI-YI: A ONE AND A TWO // muse a and muse b were each other’s first and greatest loves but are currently married to other people. when they are reunited through a chance encounter, they decide that it’s better to have each other in their lives as friends than not at all. they realize they still do have feelings for each other but because of their spouses, know that they can never be anything else other than friends. thus begins a journey of trying to bring their old selves back into the light as new people.

MIKEY AND NICKY // muse a and muse b are best friends since childhood. muse a is neurotic, childish, and wildly impulsive, and often has to depend on muse b to get them out of trouble only to show very little gratitude for it, much to muse b’s chagrin. in fact, muse b often finds themself thrown under the bus in muse a’s favor, though it’s not entirely muse a’s fault: muse b is an enabler. however, muse b can’t quite seem to quit muse a (either because they love the feeling of being needed and there’s no one who needs them more than muse a or maybe they’ve been in love with muse a since childhood— or both) until a certain event causes muse b to question whether they are healthy for each other at all.

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE // muse a and muse b are neighbors, both living with their significant others. both muse a and muse b often see each other in the hallways or share an elevator up to their apartment when they come home from work. maybe they even carpool sometimes. however, they spare very little in the way of words until one day, muse a breaks down while drunk and admits that they think their partner is cheating on them. in an attempt to comfort them, muse b reveals that they think the same thing of their own partner. desperate for answers, they conduct an investigation until they realize that their partners are cheating on them with each other. muse a and muse b become each other’s support system, as they try to coach each other through an impending breakup all the while realizing that they might be developing feelings for each other and must now choose between indulging their feelings or deny themselves the hypocrisy.

TAKE THIS WALTZ // muse a meets muse b on a trip out of town and they instantly connect. they share the same flight back home and even a cab ride from the airport. however, they soon realize that muse b is muse a’s new neighbor, which makes things plenty awkward considering how a) they’ve been borderline flirty the whole time and b) muse a is married to someone who they now consider to be far less interesting in comparison to muse b. regardless, once they’ve recognized a mutual attraction with each other, muse a demands for muse b to keep their distance, only to keep running into each other everywhere, much to muse a’s chagrin.

LAST LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE // muse a is witness to a terrible road accident involving a pedestrian. muse a takes the pedestrian and their sibling, muse b to the hospital where muse b’s sibling is declared dead on arrival. despite being total strangers, muse a stays with muse b through the entire process. eventually, muse a takes muse b home but muse a refuses to let muse b leave, claiming they don’t want to be left alone in the house that they previously shared with their now deceased sibling. having money troubles of their own and on the brink of an eviction, muse a ends up staying with muse b not just for the night but for the week until they get comfortable enough with each other that muse b invites muse a to officially live with them to help with their financial problems, but mostly because they don’t know how to handle their grief alone.

THE FALL // muse a is in an outpatient physical rehabilitation facility after suffering from a near-fatal injury when they meet muse b. the pair are polar opposites in terms of their attitudes towards recovery: where muse a is more hopeful, muse b only throws pity parties for themself considering that this injury might prevent them from fully getting back to doing what they love. despite this, the two form an unlikely bond where muse b is completely enthralled with muse a, who tells them stories about their travels and their career and all the amazing things they’ve done, without realizing until they’re in too deep that they are all fabricated versions of the truth and muse b falls for every single one of them. what started as little white lies becomes a source of anxiety for muse a when the lies just get bigger and bigger.

COLUMBUS // muse a is a young, aspiring [insert career here] but to pursue this passion, they must leave their hometown, which they have constantly been refusing to do despite the numerous opportunities having been presented to them on account of the fear that no one else is going to take care of their mother (who, in the movie, is a recovering drug addict but it can be for any reason or relative in this case). muse b’s father is a well-known [insert career that muse a wants here] and is in town to hold a lecture/exhibit/performance/etc etc depending on the career, but then he suffers from a stroke. muse b, despite being estranged from their father for having been scrutinized by the man for most of their life, is forced to come to town and take care of him being their closest living relative. they meet muse a by chance, only to learn shortly after that they are a huge fan of muse b’s parent’s work. having spent their whole life in this town, muse a becomes muse b’s tour guide of sorts, while inadvertently helping each other come to terms with their relationship with their parents and how they can be kinder to themselves.

SECRET SUNSHINE // after their spouse’s passing, muse a moves from the big city to their spouse’s much, much smaller hometown so they can raise their child there. they meet all of the important figures of their spouse’s childhood including muse b, a local shopkeeper and an old friend of their spouse’s, who, despite muse a’s reluctance, helps them adjust to small town life. the pair eventually closer to each other and muse a to their spouse as they find out more about who they were before they met.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU // (originally lgbtqia+ and written about older characters with grown children, but make of this plot what u will, tbh) muse a and muse b are best friends. both married, both with grown kids. muse a’s spouse died a long time ago so they’ve had plenty of time to help muse b take care of their spouse in the couple of months leading to that spouse’s death. in the process, the pair have grown intimate (with muse b’s spouse’s knowledge— in fact, they encouraged muse a to ‘take care’ of muse b in the event of their passing and wouldn’t trust anyone else to do so) but haven’t told their families yet in fear of what they might think of them given their age and how they’re basically uncles/aunts to each other’s children.