#see? Bill owning my soul didn't do anything to me

[zirconthebread]

🎶Doo doo doo, drawing some Undertale, doo doo doo🎶

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Anything For You | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ all he wants is for you to be his perfect companion, yet you keep chasing the fleeting things of life

it was accidentally deleted, so i’m reposting

"You should've left me to die, I wasn't worth much before, and now I'm a monster," you stared at your reflection, disgusted with the sight.

"Ma chérie, don't be stupid, do you think I would give my blood to someone who wasn't worthy?" Lestat asked, approaching you from behind, but you pulled away.

"You made me into this-

"You will learn to control your thirst, you just need to allow me to teach you, and to stay away from that pathetic excuse of a-

"I loved him," you screamed.

"-and he used you, he used you over and over, then I came. I loved you, I love you, but you continue to chase a passion that should have died with your soul," Lestat raised his voice over your own, he was growing frustrated with your childish tantrum.

However, he knew he'd hurt your feelings, as your eyes softened. Biting your lip, you ran upstairs, to your coffin, wanting to be away from the elder vampire. He would leave you alone for now, until you were done with your rage. Lying in the dark, you chewed at your lip, holding back the urge to cry, you hated crying, one of the many qualities that were a reminder that you were no longer mortal. Tossing and turning, you closed your eyes, reminiscing about your former life, and what you could remember of it.

You grew up poor, living in the Third Ward of New Orleans. Your mother died during childbirth, leaving you to be raised by your father. He never remarried, and hardly paid any attention to you, working himself to an early death. At 12, both of your parents were gone and with no other family or life insurance, you began to search for a job, along with a new place to stay - the bank eventually had taken the house due to owing taxes.

You struggled for some time, trying to find somewhere, anywhere when you ended up at Canal Belle's. You worked as a housekeeper for the brothel, until you were 18, then you were finally put to use (as they said). The high-end whorehouse was very particular about who they employed, so you were determined to gain your boss's approval.

Prostituting was in the simplest term, miserable. Knowing you had a place to stay, food, and a bit of change in your pocket were all great - but there were downsides. Constantly being used and degraded, instances of abuse or being robbed. A life like this didn't have any true value until you met William.

Average height, dark hair, green eyes, and broad shoulders, he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He had recently graduated from law school and was the dreamiest man you'd ever met. Although looking back at the last year, when you were alive, he was more underwhelming than originally thought to be.

"I can see why you were a hefty penny, miss?"

"Y/n"

"Miss Y/n, you can call me Bill, thank you for your beautiful talent," he said, holding out his hand, smiling as you hesitantly accepted his hand.

"Do you sweet talk every lady of the night, after their service is done?"

"Only the ones as gorgeous as you-l'm messing around, you..are my first"

"Well, I'm glad to be apart of the experience," you smiled, climbing out of the bed, and going to the vanity. You had other clients tonight, you had to clean yourself up.

Watching as he left the room, your eyes briefly flickered at your reflection, before you began to wash up. William quickly came to become a regular at the brothel, everyone knew you were his favorite. As his paywage increased, he grew more arrogant and possessive, not wanting to share you with others.

Meanwhile, the soft spot that you once had for him, grew into genuine love. 'I'm gonna take you from this place, we'll move down to Lafayette, build a nice house, have a lot of babies', he pillow talked. Your heart nearly shattered, finding out that he already had a wife.

"You have to understand, darling, it was arranged by my old man, once he's dead, then I can divorce her, and I'm all yours," he reassured, wiping your stained face.

"You promise?"

"I promise, now take off this pretty dress for me," he said, pulling you into his lap.

In a way, you accepted your unfair situation - life had already dealt you a poor hand, so why deny yourself love? No, it wasn't proper, but nothing about your life was. that is until the mysterious French man moved to New Orleans.

The first night you'd met, you couldn't help but be mesmerized. Sitting at the small table in the corner of the balcony, you listened to the band. You always had an ear for music and it was rare moments like these, you were able to truly enjoy the sound of the instruments.

William was running late, you weren't even sure if he would make it tonight, but you didn't mind. You would miss out on money, but at least you could hear the music. Something about the melancholy of the trumpet, made the sorrows of your life fade.

"I agree, this song is lovely on the ears," hearing the voice you jolted, turning to face the man.

"May I?" he motioned at the table.

"Oh, yes," you nodded, watching as he sat near you, crossing his leg over the other.

"I don't believe I've heard this band play before"

"They're new, only play on Friday nights"

"Ah, that certainly explains it"

“I don't believe I've seen you before, are you a tourist?"

"I recently moved here," he pulled out a card, his name written in golden letters.

"Lestat, I'm-

"Y/n, yes, I've heard much about you, are you still accepting clients, Ma chèrie?"

"I-

"Y/n, come," William said, approaching the two of you.

'Do not let him speak to you in such a condescending tone'

Furrowing your eyebrows, you confusingly looked at Lestat, he had spoken to you, without moving his mouth. He hadn't even acknowledged William, tapping his glass-like nails to the sound of the music.

"Coming, it was nice to meet you, Mr. De Lioncourt," you gave him a small smile.

"The pleasure was all mine," he said, reaching for your hand, and placing a soft kiss near your knuckles.

William lightly frowned at Lestat, his arm territorially going around your waist, leading you away to your room.

'He thinks he is above you, when it is you, who is superior'

Again, Lestat's voice could be heard in your mind, making you look back at him. He now stood in the doorway of the balcony, maintaining his hypnotizing gaze, a smirk in place.

You didn't see Lestat for nearly two weeks until your madam called you into her office, the mysterious man eyed your figure, from head to toe, that same grin, and your heart fluttered at the sight. The room was much brighter than the balcony and you could see him more clearly. He looked heavenly, yet devilish, perhaps a beautiful fallen angel, gracing your eyes. He smiled, chuckling, making your blood run cold, the way his eyes stared at you, you were certain he could hear your thoughts, but that wasn't possible.

"Y/n, you won't be seeing Mr. William tonight, Mr. De Lioncourt was willing to pay double the price for you, you be a good girl now," she told you, leaving the room.

"Please, come sit," Lestat said, your feet moved on their own, leading you to the chair near him.

"Hi, Mr. De Lioncourt-

"No need to be formal with me, ma chèrie-

"Are you a magician?" You asked, making him laugh.

"Excuse me?"

"I heard you in my head"

"He speaks to you as if you are his pet, it's irritating seeing such potential being treated poorly," he said, his hand going to gently rest on your cheek.

"You are too kind, Lestat, but Bill didn't mean any harm, and I'm nothing special," you shook your head, your eyes widening as he scoffed.

"Nonsense, you will soon see how priceless you are, I would take my word for it, over your affair partner, I mean, look at me, then him"

"Affair?"

"Ma chèrie, you are aware that he is married? You are more than a fling"

"It is a misunderstanding, he was forced into an arranged marriage, once his father dies, we can-

"Did he tell you these things? I am unmarried, I wouldn't burden you with the worries of another, you'd be my angel, for an eternity," he said, as you stared into each other's eyes.

"If I wasn't broken, then I would believe you, but I have to accept what I can get"

"Not with me, I'll be there to fix every piece of you," he said, moving closer before his lips were pressed against your own. Swiftly, you were in his lap, reaching for the back of your dress.

"I can't accept this," you shook your head, backing away from Lestat, who only pulled you closer.

"Oh, but you must, it will go perfectly against your soft skin," he said, wrapping his arms around you.

"Fine, but close your eyes, no peaking," you said, stepping out of your clothes, and slipping into the gifted lingerie set.

You had only been seeing Lestat for a few weeks now, but it felt like it had been months. He came nearly every night and on nights he didn't make it, he sent a letter, apologizing. He continued to pay double, much like William, keeping you to himself, except you didn't mind. Some nights, you'd have spontaneous sex, walk the streets, or have long conversations. Lestat was making his way into your heart, and shoving William out of the way, and you found yourself not minding.

"Hey, I said no peaking," you giggled, adjusting the knickers, before looking through your new small collection of dresses. It seemed like every time he visited, he had a new gift.

"Mr. William, Y/n, is busy-

"Let be through," you opened the door confused, making eye contact with a furious William. His eyes softened on you, but noticing Lestat who now stood behind you, his button shirt open, you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Y/n, what is the meaning of this?"

"Bill, it is nice to see you"

"What are you doing with him? You are mine, you will not be with the both of us-

"I'd like to stay with Lestat," you answered quickly, your heart racing, as he chuckled, slamming the door in William's face.

"I can't believe I did that, do you think we could do something else tomorrow? Even if we just go walk down the quarter," you rambled, until his finger brushed against your lips.

"I will send for you to be brought to my home, I must go”

"Your house? Are you sure?" You asked, you had never seen his home, only hearing a few things about it being expensive. You knew Lestat was wealthy, but you never questioned how or why. You didn't question a lot of things about him, how you never got to see him during the day, why his eyes were so pale, how he was able to get into your head. You simply accepted these traits as a part of him.

"I will see you then, ma chèrie," he said, getting dressed, before softly pecking your lips.

The next day, as the sun was setting you were making your way back to your room. You had been out, searching for lipstick and perfume, but Lestat would be sending for you soon. However, before you could make it back to Canal Belle's, a sack was thrown over your head, dragging you into an ally.

As you went to scream, you couldn't, your mouth covered harshly, as you were thrown into what felt like a carriage. You could hear multiple voices, none recognizable, but they were laughing. Eventually, the motion came to a stop, before you were dragged out again. Clawing your way free, you broke into a run, before you were tackled, when they started. Taking turns, the unknown men beat you, repeatedly. The screams that wanted to escape were now suppressed. Suddenly, one of them ripped the sack from your head.

"P-please"

"Shut your mouth, whore"

They continued and continued, your breathing becoming more ragged, your vision more blurred. Unexpectedly, a harsh wind blew, and both of the men were killed soundlessly. Lestat then stooped down, lifting you into his arms.

"Lestat," you shrugged to keep your eyes open, confused to even be seeing him.

"Y/n, allow me to fix you, you'll be my companion, and I yours, and no one will ever hurt you again," he said, watching as your hand, weakly went to his mouth, wiping at the smeared blood.

"I'm damaged property-

"You are more precious than any jewel, my love, allow me to gift you an eternity of bliss," he said, a single bloody tear rolling down his face.

"Okay," you nodded, growing more tired by the second. Abruptly, you began feeling a burning sensation, as Lestat bit your neck, sucking your blood, leaving you cold and numb, before allowing you to drink his own.

Becoming Lestat's companion and fledgling was easier than you thought. Or at least, you didn't struggle in areas that you thought you would. You thought you'd miss going out in the warm sun, eating different foods, spending time with your old favored clients. None of those things matter to you anymore, Lestat filled your mind and you enjoyed every moment with him.

Except there was one thing, the fundamental problem you struggled against. Your thirst was strong, you could hardly control yourself, doing something as simple as passing by other mortals was a struggle. Lestat had been helping you with your hunting, but you still couldn't gain discipline from his techniques.

Running into a former colleague, she insisted that the two of you caught up before she went on to bring up William, he had moved to Lafayette. Hearing the name piqued your interest in a way that it shouldn't have. You began thinking back, all the fun stories he's shared, his kind and romantic words. Lestat knew something was going on, you were beginning to pull away from him, but he didn't want to force you into a conversation.

You began to plan, you knew Lestat would be jealous, and not supportive - but this felt right. Just as the sun set, you knew Lestat had plans tonight, however, you didn't intend on joining. Placing a kiss on his lips before he left your shared home, and you began to get ready yourself.

Traveling by foot, you made it to Lafayette within thirty minutes and began your search for Williams' home. By the time you found him, any traces of the sun had disappeared. You slowly approached his home, a large house, in the middle of nowhere. As a woman came out, a baby in her arms, you stopped. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her, before doing the same to the child in her arms. A hand went to your mouth, in disbelief, watching as she went inside, you revealed yourself.

"Bill," you called out, approaching.

"Y/n? I-my eyes are playing tricks on me," he shook his head.

"No-

"I heard you died," he said, making you freeze.

Nearly six months passed and no one knew about the incident with you and the two men. It was dark, and Lestat had killed them before he got the chance to read their thoughts to figure out why they were doing this. However, standing in front of Bill, it now made perfect sense, the gears clicking in your mind. The bloody tears began to leak from your eyes.

"Well, I'm here," you held your head up, wiping away the blood before it could make it down your face.

"You were never gonna leave her, were you?" You asked a sad smile in place.

"Oh, darling, don't worry about her, come here," he said, opening his arms.

Slowly moving closer, you stood stiff for a moment, as he wrapped his arms around you. Going to wrap your arms around him, you noticed a prominent vein in his neck, triggering your teeth. Your mind began to run wild, you wanted to drain the life out of Bill, his wife, his infant, and anyone in the home. Lifting your head to bite-

"Y/n, come to me, Now," Lestat commanded. The compelling feeling washed over you, and you pulled away from Bill.

"I have to go," you said, ignoring his questions, making your way back home.

Now away from him, your emotions were everywhere, the thought of killing the child and his mother disgusted you, only a monster-

And Bill, why would he do something like that to you, was he never in love with you?

Lestat stood outside, his jaw clenching, his eyes following you as you went inside.

"You have been crying," he said, pointing out, as you went to the bathroom, turning on the water to rinse your face.

"Why did you go see him?" He asked.

"Can we not talk about this?" You asked in return, feeling yourself getting emotional all over.

"No, I need to know why my companion ran off in the middle of the night, to go see another-

"It doesn't matter, I won't go again," you said, rolling your eyes, as another tear dropped.

"Something happened, ma chèrie?"

"I'm a monster, I wanted to kill them all, even a child, am I that untamed, that I would hurt a child," you shook your head in disbelief.

"You are far from a monster, you just need time"

"You should've left me to die, I wasn't worth much before, and now I'm a monster," you stared at your reflection, disgusted with the sight.

Memories of the fight between the two of you made you open your eyes, staring up into the darkness. You were sure you had been crying all over again, by the wetness of your face.

"Ma chérie, I apologize for my choice of words, please don't shut me out," you heard Lestat's voice outside of the coffin.

"I will do anything, to make you feel better," he announced, as you finally opened the coffin.

"Your crying makes my heart ache," he said, gently wiping your face.

"I'm sorry," you told him. You felt remorseful, you hadn't fully let go of your old life as you knew it, when Lestat was right in front of you, guaranteeing a life of passion and love like no other.

"What could you possibly be sorry for?" he asked a gentle smile in place.

"I couldn't let go of the past to see to truly appreciate what was in front of me, but I couldn't see more clearly now"

"I love you too, my angel," he laughed, kissing your lips.

"Lestat, I think Bill was behind the incident, he said something questionable," you said, climbing out of the coffin, wiping your eyes, as Lestat stood.

"What did he say?"

"That he "heard" that I was dead, no one else knew about what happened, unless-

"He paid them to do it, probably out of jealousy, come, we have somewhere to be," he said in a serious tone, locking up the house and leading you to his car.

You didn't say much of anything, silently enjoying the ride, that seemed to last forever, until he pulled over.

"The rest of the way, we have to do by foot," he said, getting out, as the two of you walked down the familiar path. You felt like you knew where he was taking you, but silently, you followed, until stopping in front of the large home.

"Do not worry about the well-being of the child, I will take care of it," he told you.

"Lestat"

"As much as I want to do it myself, you deserve revenge,” he said, quietly breaking the door, and entering as it creaked open.

Going upstairs, he quickly came down with the infant, wrapped in a blanket. Grabbing a nearby basket, the child was placed inside.

"We will leave it somewhere safe," he told you, reassuringly, waving for you to go upstairs, when the baby cried out. He rolled his eyes in disgust.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, followed by panic, they were looking for the baby. William's wife ran to wake him up, both of them soon coming into view as they ran to the stairs. Freezing, they watched as Lestat tauntingly held the basket.

"Please, give me my baby"

"Y/n, what is the meaning of this?

"Bill, you know her?"

"I truly don't understand why if someone's name starts with Will, everyone insists on calling them Bill," Lestat laughed.

Not saying a word, your teeth came out, staring at the two of them.

"Enjoy this," Lestat told you, snickering at the look of fear on Williams's face.

"Think of it like an eye for an eye, a death for a death," you told him, slowly walking up the stairs.

"Spare her," he pleaded, but you only laughed.

"I don't think you're in any position to make any commands," you smiled.

Sitting the baby outside, Lestat soon joined you as you drained the two of them, along with the house servants, before setting the house on fire.

Lestat kept his word, leaving the basket in front of a far-off neighbor before the two of you headed back to New Orleans. By the time you were back home, the sun was on the brink of rising. Hungrily kissing each other, Lestat carried you to your shared room, gently placing you on the ground.

"Thank you, for tonight"

"Anything for you," he said, pulling you into another kiss.

"May I join you?" You asked him, as he went to open his coffin.

"Always," he nodded, as you both stripped from your clothing. Watching as he climbed in first, lying down, you straddled his waist.

"I love you, Lestat"

"I love you more, ma chèrie," he held your hand, placing a kiss on it, as you reached up, closing the coffin.

If this is what your eternity looked like, then you couldn't be more grateful for such a gift.

a/n : feel free to send request if you have anything in mind

[ckret2]

I had just finished the first chapter of the Axolotl arc in WAIGLZ and reading the second.

Is he technically being a ghost ever going to come up past this arc to the other chapters in WAIGLZ later on?

Like,

"It was not like y o u were the one who viciously murdered me! I am mean technically your gruncles did not even kill a "living" being in the first place, according to s o m e people,

Bill shook his head, fanning away trillion year old resentment

-"you really think it was my first roadio? P l e a s e . So, try not beat yourself up about it kid, ok?"

Mabel looked up and stared at Bill.

"Wha- Huh??" Mabel said dumbfounded.

It would be crazy coolio to see it mentioned in the main fic.

Until I read your fic I never even thought about Bill being a spirit once, and now I feel rather silly wondering how he lived so long outside of his dimension :,)

Please have a truly wonderful day + happy holidays! ^ ^

Toodaloo!

I'm sure eventually it'll be mentioned again (I mean, for one thing, eventually we're gonna see the massacre) but probably not like that.

Like, Bill technically-being-a-ghost isn't some big secret or a major plot twist, and it doesn't fundamentally rewrite the rules around him and what he does. It's just what we see him do throughout canon.

He's a non-physical entity ("a being of pure energy!") that's apparently self-sustaining without needing sleep or food and impervious to injury and illness ("with no weakness!")

He's usually invisible to normal (living) people. He can possess people. He can move inanimate objects even though he can't physically interact with them. He can haunt dreams.

When he has the opportunity to make himself a body, he doesn't turn into something physical; his physical form is separate from him, and he can freely separate from it any time he wants.

This is mind-body dualism. Generally, mind-body dualism is a framework people use to express the idea that the spirit/soul is a separate entity from the body. The thing that's killed in Stan's mind is the spirit; the statue left behind is the body.

Meaning, before he had that body, he was spirit.

When he separates Dipper's spirit from his body in the exact same way Bill separates from his own body, he says, "Without a vessel to possess, you're basically a ghost!"

Bill usually doesn't have a vessel to possess.

Ergo: Bill's basically a ghost and he said so himself.

I haven't listed anything we didn't learn from Sock Opera and Weirdmageddon.

The ONLY question is "well BEFORE he was an energy being, did he have a physical body?" Whether he was born an energy being or became one later is in the realm of headcanon; and I suppose it's a matter of opinion if an energy being counts as a ghost if it's 100% identical to ghosts in every way except that it didn't previously have a physical body. You could argue that his eagerness to get a physical body the second he could implies he used to have one or was meant to have one, but that's speculation.

In every other way, he meets the criteria for a ghost the same way that tomatoes meet the criteria for berries. But when someone tells you "tomatoes are berries," it doesn't teach you anything new about tomatoes. You already knew tomatoes have berry-like traits, you just assumed they were disqualified because they're too big or too unsweet or too vegetably, and now you know they aren't disqualified.

So like—putting that word on him doesn't change anything about Bill. You've learned nothing new. The characters around him would learn nothing new. It's not a plot twist or massive character revelation; it's just a background fact that gets mentioned when it's relevant.

[obeymesheep]

Husband Energy

Lucifer, Mammon

gn reader!!

OMG SOOO LONG!! hope everyone enjoys this, i am planning on doing all the brothers just on my own time! thank you so much for being patient, it's the end of the semester so i had lots going on, and was also working on this which is much longer than normal!

Lucifer

Lucifer probably bought the ring the day you told him you loved him. It's no small feat getting the demon of pride to fall in love with you, let alone a fall in love with a human.

He kinda sets you up a lil, just a little trick. He has you believe that he's proposing at the restaurant, its very mean, where he gets down on one knee... to tie his shoe, or these long speeches about how much he loves you, and how he never wants you to suffer so that's why... he's paying the bill. When you get home, a little disappointed, you cuddle up with him with a glass of brandy, and confess what you thought tonight was. Lucifer chuckles and pulls out a ring.

"Is this what you wanted love? I apologize for the tricks, but seeing how badly you wanted me to ask was too cute to pass up. I promise you will never spend another night alone, and I will forever hold you in my arms"

Lucifer doesn't let you touch anything!! He is a perfectionist, so apart from the occasional opinion needed he does basically everything! You do have to pull him away from everything just to let him enjoy the fact that you're engaged :(

The wedding is flawless, and goes unblemished by any snot nosed kids, mean and nosy relatives, or clumsy brothers. If you're going more human, everything is draped in pure white, with a classic ceremony, you both also in white, you exchange vows and kiss. However, if you decide to go the demon way and bind your souls together, Diavolo has to officiate, and it hurts a lot, very few people attend, at most it's Mams, Barb, and Simeon, but! a very large reception is thrown afterwards! You're glowing and in bliss throughout the entire party, people come up and congratulate you, with lots of food and drink!

Y'all do not move out of the house, you just can't, his brothers are not equipped for it and Lucifer doesn't want to leave them. However for a couple days after the honeymoon the brothers spilt so you can enjoy your time as a married couple.

You are expected to do most of the housework, and Lucifer prefers when you're at home (assuming we've graduated??? from RAD) instead of some job where he can't guarantee your safety. BUT you're basically excused from dinner duty, you have no obligation to feed anybody, or do any dishes!

You soon come to learn the you and Lucifer already acted like an old married couple, the soft good-morning kisses and the glasses of wine after a long day, but it's also a learning experience for both of you, Lucifer learns to sacrifice time for you, and you learn to trust that Lucifer won't make any life changing decisions without you!!

Mams is super happy for the both of you and is glad your now an in-law! Leviathan is a little jealous that Lucifer got married first. Satan is LIVID when you announce the engagement and feels very betrayed it's takes a while for him to come around... Asmo is very overjoyed about the whole ordeal and is very involved!! Beel is also really happy and is super happy to have you as an in-law!! Belphie feels a little apprehensive about it, none of them have ever been married and feels he is the only one worried about the dynamic :/

Mammon

It's sooo impulsive, i like to think he didn't propose with a ring, with maybe like a sword, or a crown, he is pretty non traditional and wants to pick something that means a lot to him, and it will probably be a treasure brought with them from the celestial realm. Mammon almost proposes a lot, he runs into asmo's room with a sigh "i almost proposed :("

You guys go out to Mams favourite casino, dressed to the nines, and ready to have a drink while Mammon wins some games! At the nights end, Mammon surprises you with a night away at a expensive hotel room. In that moment everything was right, you keeping him company while he smoked on the balcony, he pulled out the treasure.

"I want ya to be mine forever, not Lucifer's, not Levi's, not Asmo, mine! So please, let me make you mine.."

Mammon is such a good haggler and always knows the best vendors. The work load is pretty even, Mams has pretty hard opinions, and wants to help make the day special.

You guys have a demon wedding, when he said he wants to make you his, this is what he meant, to him human weddings are far too temporary, but if it means a lot to you, he will allow you two to also have a ceremony because he does think it's really romantic, at the demon ceremony, Lucifer, Asmo, Luke, Solomon come, and at the reception lots of demons are there, Mammons pretty connected so lots are his guests, though this also means there's lots of presents!

You definitely leave the house, into a smaller one near by, there's lots of tears from the other brothers. You're house is very suited to your tastes, and breakfast visits from the brothers at least happen once a week <3

Mams really falls into the 'wife' roll, his modeling gigs are pretty all over the place, so if you have a more stable schedule, Mammon does lots of the house work, while you cook/plan most meals!!

You and Mammon really fall into a cute routine, Mammons an early riser, so he's doing his skin care and getting dressed while your sleeping, then slipping back beside you to watch you sleep, when you wake up, you go make breakfast, while Mams definitely cuddles you from behind, things like that <3

Lucifer is really proud of how grown up Mammon has become and the partner he chose. Levi is probably not surprised and is only shocked that Mammon finally did it. Satan is touched at the pairing and like Lucifer is proud of Mammon. Asmo is once again through the roof just at the simple fact there will be a wedding. Beel while very happy is a little sad that it means Mammon will move out. While it takes Belphie a little while for the news to really sink in, is only a little salty of your choice in partner.

[notmorbid]

blizzard.

dialogue prompts from blizzard: a novel by marie vingtras.

there'll always be as many ways to do things as there are people on earth.

'rotgut' doesn't begin to cover it.

staying alive isn't something you can just figure out as you go.

that would really be something: to live through everything i have, only to die now.

i wish i'd listened. maybe i'd have known what to do.

you don't look like you're after a taste of the wild.

i shouldn't have brought you here.

mother nature never goes easy on you.

rita hayworth has nothing on you.

don't ask me to stay here. that would be the death of me.

sometimes it feels like i'm starting to disappear.

when i was little, i only had one screw loose.

i never feel lost in a big crowd. it's like being in a school of fish.

what good am i for a kid?

how do you know everything about everything?

pay attention, and that'll show you everything you need.

i've got a real knack for getting myself into the shit.

won't you stop acting like a big deal, every once in a while?

nobody likes the one who's laying down the law.

i didn't figure you for that sort, actually.

only blameless souls have any right to sleep.

you can make a whole world out of maybes.

things usually don't turn out the way we hope.

i reckoned god would be with me. that was how i was raised.

staying angry is what kept me going.

it hurts so much, not to be loved.

everyone has at least one secret.

there's enough to learn without having to open a book.

i suspect you were made for leaving, and i was made for staying.

all things are fleeting, especially happiness.

you can push things away, but they'll always come back to you. just like that.

i don't have anything a thief would care about.

i don't hate ____. what use would it be?

it's not like you, not to know what to do.

silly me, thinking that something could turn out right.

luck's never on my side, no matter what i do.

you look at me like i'm not all human.

i felt like i'd met you before, and you were waiting on me.

maybe we never really do know people.

you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

how can you sleep, after what happened?

you should come over for dinner sometime.

you can't stop living your own life to run after a ghost.

never be the bearer of bad news. you can get your head cut off that way.

a bill always comes due. and when it does, one way or another, you pay up.

apparently, i've done every small job that's to be had in this country.

i had no idea how much a mother and her daughter could hate each other.

sometimes it's only when you stop thinking that you see what's staring you in the face.

i've run out of words for how far up shit creek i've gotten.

sometimes it's the ones who are gone who take up the most space, not the ones who are there.

i'm not used to folks wanting to protect me. i don't know how to make sense of that.

[oatmealdaydreams]

I'm having Thoughts. Imagine Ford as Icarus, Fiddleford as Daedalus, Bill as the Sun. Stay with me.

This turned into a silly little drabble, so it's gonna be titled "Greek Myths".

(Edit: ao3 link)

[tw: burns, toxic relationship, major character death, implied death]

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Icarus was always an ambitious soul. He wanted to reach further and further, beyond anything anyone else has ever gone. He wants to meet the Sun. He wants to join the Sun. The Sun is so high in the sky, with knowledge endless, with sights unseen by human eyes. The Sun tempts Icarus.

"I will give the knowledge of the cosmos," the Sun says, a promise, "but you must come to me. Create wings made of wax to fly up to my rays. I will guide your hand, and you will fly up to me. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, of course!" Icarus agrees, because he trusts the Sun with an optimistic smile. "Guide me, my celestial, and I will join you. I will fly up to you."

"Until you fall?"

"Until I fall."

Icarus asked Daedalus for help with his Wax Wings Project, knowing his inventive brilliance will be of great importance. Daedalus agreed, because how could he not, and he helped his dear Icarus with his Icarus. They made a pair for Icarus and a pair for Daedalus.

Meanwhile, the Sun kept whispering to Icarus in his dreams. It told him of things beyond this world. It told him of the Gods. It told him of the constellations. It told him of things yet to pass, of things so wonderful, of things so beautiful. The Sun pushed Icarus to make the wings faster. At times, the Sun was harsh with its words. Icarus brushed it off as impatience. While Icarus was sleeping, the Sun would leave little sunspot-like burns to mark the ambitious soul as its own. Icarus did not know where the burns came from. The Sun made up stories, excuses, lies that it was all a part of protecting Icarus. The Sun never told him that protection didn't look like burning embers, but like worried warnings. The Sun couldn't have its sparrow trying to seek someone else, now could it?

Daedalus offered to do a test run for Icarus. They had to make sure the wings worked well enough to truly fly. If only to make sure Icarus would be safe. If only to make sure Icarus would not fall into the sea. Daedalus didn't know about the Sun and its whispers.

Daedalus strapped on his wings made of wax. They were lightweight, enough to be carried by the winds. He stood up on a cliff face. He jumped. He soared, glided through the air with a wonder...before he plummeted. He screamed, and the Sun grew hotter that day, cutting through the clouds. Its rays reached for Daedalus as he fell, cutting little burns into his face.

"Don't distract Icarus, foul little mouse. You will only get hurt the closer you come to me. The churning seas are far more forgiving," it threatened in whispers that hurt Daedalus' ears.

The Sun pulled its rays away just as Icarus came looking for his friend. Daedalus thudded onto a piece of land near the bottom of the cliff. Grassy sands and salty waves. Icarus raced down the cliff side, down to Daedalus, fretting around him as he sank to his knees by his side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "What was flying like? What did you see out above the sea?"

Daedalus yanked the wax wings off himself as he sat up, wincing at the burns on his face. He threw his wings into the vast sea, and Icarus only shouted in confusion as to why anyone would ever throw away the chance to fly.

"Do not fly with wax wings, Icarus," Daedalus warns, wild eyes, "Do not fly too close to the Sun."

Icarus scowled, "I will fly with these wings. I want to reach the Sun. Why are you so against this? What happened? Maybe we just need to adjust--"

"No! You cannot get too close to the Sun."

"That is the whole reason for these wings! If you're so scared of it, then don't fly. But you cannot tell me not to chase my dreams."

"You will fall."

"I won't."

"The sea will kill you."

"I won't fall."

"The Sun will burn you alive."

"The Sun is my celestial, it will not harm me."

Daedalus did all he could to warn Icarus of the Sun's truest nature, but Icarus would not listen. So, worried and defeated and scared, Daedalus left the ambitious soul. Icarus did not try to get him back. He thought Daedalus was jealous, in his way, that it would be better if he wasn't there anyway. The Sun only enabled and reinforced these thoughts, no matter how untrue they were. The Sun wanted to keep its sparrow for itself.

Soon after, Icarus stood on the same cliff face, wearing a pair of wax wings, ready to soar. And he flew! He flew above the sea, past little birds, past little boats, and he aimed for the clouds. He aimed for the Sun.

He went up...and up...and up...

And Icarus fell.

The Sun cackled as his wings melted in its rays. It called him silly, and foolish, and naïve.

"You promised you'd give me the knowledge of the cosmos!" Icarus cried as he fell.

"Our deal was if you could reach me, little sparrow. It was only until you fell. You said so! It's your own fault you couldn't reach your own ambitions," the Sun taunted.

"You promised!"

"Don't put trust in promises, sparrow."

And as the sea swallowed Icarus whole, churning and storming as the Sun disappeared behind flashing clouds, all he could think about was the warning Daedalus had given him.

[whorediaries-09]

drowned and dreamt

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s)- angst, substances, suggestive content. a/n- this is a really devasting chapter, and there's no interaction between sirius and reader in this one. but for the sake of his character in the story, i feel this is relevant.

little train. series masterlist.

sirius walked into a muggle toy store, looking for stuff that his godson-who he had never met, might like. what would a boy of 6 like, he wondered. in his mind, he was reminded of 20 year old sirius black when he'd had held the soft, warm bundle of joy within his arms for the first time, already making up plans in his mind to spoil him rotten.

he'd almost lost it when james had asked him to be his godfather. he'd been shaking from holding back tears of joy. he remembered harry's first birthday. he'd went all out, ordered a big chocolate cake from the finest bakery, bought about twenty pairs of outfits, and a toy broom. with the war tossing and turning into its darkest paths, he supposed it would cheer the confined little soul.

little did he know the moment he'd dreamt for so long, would be drowned with a span of a few months.

so, he stared at the colorful collection of toys neatly arranged on rows, wondering what he could buy. he didn't want to send in any toys which induced magic, he supposed petunia wouldn't like it. he couldn't imagine how she treated him, but by sending anything petunia would be prejudiced about, he didn't want to worsen it.

so, he picked up a toy car, which was shaped like a little beetle, a little lion stuff toy, a few coloring books, a set of crayons and water paints, and the best quality brushes. his pockets full of money, he wanted to spent all he had for him, to make his godson happy.

to see harry happy would be having the world in his hands.

the elderly woman at the counter smiled, wrapping up the things into a shiny paper and sliding it into a colorful bag with animated drawings of little animals. somehow, sirius felt his heart hurt. somewhere, in his mind he was reminded of his childhood.

was he trying to give harry the life he never had? was he trying to live his childhood through him?

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with soft steps, sirius found way to james potter's grave. the night had fallen, the dark sky reflecting the shine of the stars high and bright. somewhere, he imagined james watching sirius from up there, floating towards him and wiping off the hot tears staining his face.

he sat beside the tombstone.

'are you cold in there james? i s'ppose so. but i think you'll be quiet warm, prongs. weren't you such a ray of sunshine?' he pauses, as if waiting for a reply. he stares at the name engraved on the stone. somewhere, he felt a part of himself drown. but he let it drown, shy of the spark of life. he adored the feeling, which wrapped its hands around his neck. he breathes slowly,

'you were a ray of sunshine to me prongs, when i was drowned in the rain. you took me in, provided the warmth that my own mother couldn't. all of you provided me the warmth i needed. you, lily, remus, harry. speaking of which, i bought him a few presents for his sixth birthday, you remember don't you?' he pauses again, the lump in his throat tightening. he whispers slowly, letting the tears consume him into a little ball, cutting off the air,

'your life was so short, but you got so many blessings, prongs. we were so young, and there was so much we couldn't do. there was so much you couldn't do. so much, like raising harry. i know you'd be a great dad, just like papa.' the tears fall, and his heart bleeds. he finds the vile cruelty of life capturing him into an endless loop of imprisonment.

'i miss you, prongs.'

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the whiskey is neat, harsh and bitter as it flows down his throat. it burns, the taste unfamiliar on his tongue. the keys of the new apartment prick into his skin, so, he adjusts his pants, while sliding down another bill for a new glass. his heart was beating fast.

lily potter knew alcohol.

and sirius knew he wanted to be drunk. so that is why he was shrouded in a corner of the muggle pub he'd found down the street. it was a small pub, not too bright, perfect for sketchy things that went down the history of crimes. the pub had seen it all too- from drug dealing to murder.

the floor was sticky, and the air reeked of beer, sweat and thick british accents from the throats of old men with wobbly chins whose life's purpose was to stare at young girls to creep them out. within the loud music their obnoxious laughter and comments reached sirius' ears.

slowly as the alcohol reached into his system, he felt the warmth of the blood rush into his face. he felt his heart drown and mind dense with the fifth glass that went down his throat. along with the alcohol, went down his senses as he attached his lips to a girl and took her home.

in a haze, he stripped apart her clothes, feeling her body. he buried his nose into her neck, biting, kissing, licking and touching every bit of her bare skin. she got rid of his pants, pumping him into erection.

he'd not felt this touch, hot and alive for so long. he wondered if he would crumble under his touch. but as a teenager, he remembered sex being his coping mechanism. it was when he was high upon hormones he couldn't control.

but now that he pushed himself into her, the warmth of her body trying to defrost the coldness within him, he felt himself crumble. hot and slow, he thrusted, trying to warm the cold, poisonous blood that drowned his heart.

but his mind was suddenly running, when in a faint flashback, he was reminded of your smile. he felt the his heart drowning into a pool of guilt. yet, the pleasure of the sound of your laughter echoed, and he felt his sky fall, crumble and shatter till there was no more serenity left, till he succumbed into pure madness.

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[seaside-writings]

Well, well, well! Hello. all you lovely people! It's been a hot minute since I did one of these lol.

As you can all probably tell, I've been dragged kicking and screaming back into Gravity Falls by "The Book of Bill." Because of this, I wanted to make a prompt list from all of my favorite lines of darker dialogue from the book.

Now I know this book is filled with dark dialogue from front to back, but these are the ones that stood out the most to me, and I know they stood out to others as well.

I hope you all enjoy this list, and if you use any of these prompts, please credit/tag me so I can come check out what you’ve created!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙△💛👁️‍🗨️🖤

P.s. I did add some lines from the Axolotl’s poem I just felt like they fit well in this mess.

"Until there was no one left but me, covered in blood, alone in the universe,"

"Turn back while you still can, or live forever with the regret,"

"It infects other books!"

"Any regrets about causing the apocalypse?"

"Blame the arson for the fire."

"It's not with it. Trust me. You have to trust me,"

"Love is a trick and worst of all it's a trick you play on yourself,"

"Even his lies are lies,"

"I don't want to die alone,"

"I'm broken wanna fix me?"

"Once you kill with one of these, it becomes a "serious straw,"

"This book has no codes,"

"They don't even consider for a single moment the sheer improbability that they got to exist in the ONE timeline where they kept all of their bodily organs,"

"Maybe one day in the future all their good luck will finally run out,"

"I've peered into the souls of the madmen, but this was the first time I'd been in a mind that was collapsing like a neutron star,"

"Your world is controlled by dark invisible forces that need to operate in the shadows to maintain their power,"

"Some desperate part of him seemed to be trying to heal himself, hoping to weld his memories back together like one of his robots,"

"For the first time, I felt a kind of pain that wasn't hilarious,"

"Nightmares about trying to wash blood off her hands that never comes out,"

"Recurring nightmares about overhearing a fight between his parents he wasn't supposed to hear. Why do you think they were in such a rush to get the kids out the door for the Summer?"

"A single spark from the memory inferno hit me, and a hole sizzled straight through me like a laser through butter,"

"And if I ran into any symbols, I'd be ready,"

"Their screams getting louder and louder."

"Listen not to his lies!"

"And he tended to rip out journal pages that had anything to do with his issues with others… especially me,"

"Is my strange way of seeing the universe a gift or a curse?"

"Is loneliness just the cost of greatness? And if it is… how long am I fated to endure?"

"On your own, you're a bunch of sepia-tinted nobodies destined for the dumpster of history,"

"Although the day had begun with us as strangers, it ended with us as brothers, bonded by vengeance and a newfound hatred,"

"Someone had reversed the Shaman's spell and had summoned me back! Who would it be?! A genius? An idiot? Oh. Oh my goodness me. Yes. It was both,"

"Can you collect them all before the end-times come?"

"How about that; you've got an inferior clone! Why didn't you just eat him in the womb? Think of how powerful you'd be!"

"Assemble all seven collectibles to open the seal,"

"The perfect weight to kill a man,"

"Says he's happy, he's a liar,"

"I grow maddened."

"A different form, a different time."

"He looked distant, more distant than I'd ever seen him before,"

"By a monster."

"He laughed joylessly,"

"It would eat you alive."

"Trust no one,"

"As the chanting grew louder, the forest was suddenly engulfed in flames, screaming laughter echoing, and then- I awake on the floor, gasping for breath,"

"I could see in the third dimension,"

"But being special comes with a price,"

"I've shut down the portal! Damn it all!"

"My mind reels from horror and humiliation! How could I have been so foolish!?"

"Saw his own dimension burn, misses home, and can’t return."

"I was wrong about everything!"

"Break my bones if you must, but you cannot break my will!"

"No, I won't give him the satisfaction! Instead of destroying my work, I'll destroy him instead!"

"That's because I've been knock-knocking your skull against the wall!"

"Has he done this before?? How far would he go?"

"I keep coughing up spiders,"

"My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone… the pay phone was out of order. The message hadn't gotten through,"

"You're my property. Don't forget it,"

"You gave me your blood, You let me into your mind!"

"From the graves around me arose a horde of cackling cadavers eyes aglow,"

"Why are you doing this?! Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Without me, you'll always feel unseen, surrounded by dolts who don't recognize your true potential,"

"You've always felt alone in a crowd, haven't you? Who else will give you this feeling again?"

"Even if you got rid of me, you'd miss me. Admit it, you'd miss me,"

"The hillbilly abandoned you, your father won't want you returning without millions, you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow. who would even miss you?"

"I have no one else,"

“I awoke from the hallucination, heart pounding, to find myself back in my living room, clock ticking, record skipping- and began to weep,”

"What if… he mocks me? What if he sees that I abandoned our family to become a recluse on the brink of madness?"

"Where did you all go? WHERE DID-"

"Shame is a powerful emotion. But if grows even more in the dark,"

"I thought I was protecting my family, but I was really protecting myself… from humiliation,"

"No, they mean nothing to you!"

"Because no matter what the idiot counselors in this smiling cage say, I don't need anyone, I never have, and I don't miss any of them!"

"I'm fine,"

"This morning I awoke to find my knuckles bloody and sore. He must have been punching and scraping the steel door like a caged animal all night in a frenzy to get in,"

“Someday… someone… will let… me… out,”

[doomtrooper77]

Mr. Vincent

It was late at the diner, and I was their last customer. I had just gotten off the second shift and was boned tired. I stopped at the diner because they had good food, and I wasn't interested in McDonald's or other fast food. My belly was full of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and a big slice of banana cream pie. One of the cooks was putting the chairs on the tables and mopping the floor. They hadn't rushed me, but I was just about done when a loud knock at the door. Everybody looked up and looked at the door. At first, I didn't see anything, except that it looked like something was blotting out the street light. I saw the cook look back at Bill, the owner, cleaning up the counter. The look on the owner's face paled.

They looked at each other, and then the room shook as someone outside knocked on the steel frame of the glass door. It was hard enough that the wall shook and the windows rattled. We all jumped, and the owner said, "Let him in. "My curiosity quickly turned to worry as the look on their faces. Mind you, Al was the cook who was cleaning up the floor. Al was a big guy, 6'2", and a good 275 pounds of beef. I had seen him come from the kitchen to deal with unruly customers. Those guys were few and far between here.

Al walked to the door and unlocked it. He pushed it open, and a fucking hulk walked in. 6'6 and tipping the scales in the high 300's if not more. Before Al could get out of the way, the big man walked in and brushed past Al, his massive shoulder pushing him out of the way without a thought. Dressed in a black tank top, tight blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a pair of combat lead SAP gloves on his massive hands. He power swaggered up to the counter. He had the power waddle walk massive guys had because of the size of their legs. He stopped at the counter and said, "How we doing tonight Bill?" His voice was deep and resonant. The owner replied back, "Doing ok, Mr. Vincent."

"That issue with the garbage collection and supply deliveries is back to normal, " Mr. Vincent asked again. His tone of voice said he knew that whatever issue there had been wasn't an issue anymore. "No issues, garbage collections are fine, and the holdup on restaurant supplies has disappeared. Thank you." Al said. Mr. Vincent smiled, and it was friendly, like a wolf. Mr. Vincent didn't say anything but just waited. Seconds ticked by, and no one moved. Mr. Vincent's head tilted slightly to the side, and Bill jumped. "Oh, sorry." Bill reached under the counter and found a fat envelope he handed Mr. Vincent. Mr. Vincent took the envelope. He hefted it in that big gloved hand and slid it into his back pocket. "You have a good night now, Bill, and let us know if you have any more problems. We are always happy to help." Mr. Vincent said, clapping Bill on the shoulder with that big hand, and I could see him squeeze. Bill winced.

Mr. Vincent turned and started walking back out past my table. His steel grey eye locked on to me. Why? because I was staring like an idiot. I felt like my gaze was trapped by a predator in the dark. When he got to my table, he stopped and loomed above me. His face was hard, and his gaze was sharp. My mouth went dry, but I couldn't look away. My gaze was stuck to his eyes, yet I couldn't help but look at all that muscle mass. All that power. I was sure he was about to ask what I was looking at. To wonder why I was so interested in business that was not my own.

He lifted that big SAP glove-covered hand and pulled his index finger through the slice of pie I hadn't finished eating. That big finger easily gathered up half of the slice of pie in one swipe, and he stuck it in his mouth. He pulled his finger out of his mouth and said, "Bill makes a damn good pie, don't he?" Mr. Vincent said to me. My response was immediate and automatic from the depths of my soul. "Yes, Sir."

With a cupped palm, he tapped the side of my face twice. It felt like the side of my head had been palmed by a giant leather-coated mitt. It didn't hurt, but that simple gesture showed how powerful he was. Which was precisely what he meant to do. Mr. Vincent smirked and said, "Good boy."

Licking his lips, he walked out of the diner and blended into the night. I was staring at the door and barely noticed as Bill walked up to my table and was talking. I turned and said, "What?" Bill replied, "I said I was so sorry about that. Let me get you another piece of pie." He reached for my plate, and I grabbed it and held it tight. "That's ok, I'll finish this one," I said. He looked at me quizzically, and then I replied, "It's late, but I will take one to go if you want."

When Bill went to the back to get me another piece of pie, I ate the rest of the pie on the plate. Al looked at me as I scraped my fork across the ceramic surface.

When I got home, I should have gone straight to sleep. Instead, I undressed, went into the chest in my closet, and pulled out the pair of tight Damascus gloves I love. I slid the black leather onto my hands. In bed, I landed back and thought about Mr. Vincent. My cock was in my left hand, and in my right was dragging my gloved finger through that extra piece of pie. In my head, the finger in my mouth was Mr. Vincent's. In addition to feeding me this pie, Mr. Vincent did so many other bad things to me. I shot my load twice before I fell asleep with a banana cream pie in my beard and crumb in my bed.

[writtenonreceipts]

Hi friend! How are you? I hope this sparks some ideas for your secret santa: N.12 for Elorcan, please?

Hi! I've been alright, I survived my holiday weekend and am back to the usual grind! I hope you're doing well! Thanks so much for sending me this, I really did enjoy this one!

from this prompt list

Prompt: "H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”->I tweaked it just a little.

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Tear In My Heart

The gritty scent of cigarette smoke was the first thing Lorcan noticed when he entered the bar.  Being this far out in the middle of nowhere Colorado led to no one caring about enforcing the law about indoor smoking, especially not the owner.  Mort never seemed to care about that sort of thing and it showed.  Lorcan doubted any sort of deep cleaning would ever rid the place of the stench so there was no use banning smoking.  Especially not when it was accompanied by the sharp tang of alcohol and vomit.

Unfortunately, there was nowhere else to get a decent drink around here unless you sat out on your porch with your own.  And even Lorcan didn't drink alone.

But there was another reason to come to the bar.

Eighties rock played through the speakers adding to the grungy atmosphere.  Dim lights over the counter set everything in an orange haze.  Even the neon lights of the different beer logos and other paraphernalia didn't add anything.  Two pool tables sat in one of the back corners along with a dart board.  No matter how few people were seated at the bar or various tables, it always felt overcrowded and tonight was no different.

All Lorcan focused on, however, was the woman behind the bar.

Her black hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face.  He'd always found her beautiful, striking really, with her onyx eyes and pale skin, that sarcastic twist of her lips when she made a quip. 

She hadn't noticed him yet, which was good, he didn't need to be caught starting.  Instead, she was focused on pouring out a drink for the man across the counter from her.  She laughed at something he said, though he didn't know what.

Lorcan felt his own blood heat at that and he strode across the hardwood floor in just a few quick steps.  When he approached the bar, Elide finally noticed him and a smile lit up her entire face.

"Well, well," she said, sliding the drink to the other customer.  "If it isn't Salvaterre."

"Lochan," he said.  He took a seat a few stools down from the other man.

"Let me know if you need anything else, Dan," Elide said to the other man.  She moved down the bar until she reached Lorcan.  With her arms crossed she leaned against the polished wood so she could properly examine him. "You look like hell."

Lorcan rolled his eyes.  It was true enough.  This past week had been miserable.  The small shop he ran had been struggling a bit and things at the ranch were not better.  It shouldn't have surprised him, things always slowed down this time of year, but summer had been slower as well.  And then there was the fact that he had feelings for the girl he could never have.

"I always look like this," he said.  And because he was a bastard, he leaned forward, drawing closer to her.

"Yeah, you should do something about that," she said.  Her endless black eyes stared directly into him as though she could see to his very soul.  Then with a laugh she pulled back. "You want your usual?"

"Yeah, sure," he said.  He watched her go as she turned for a new glass, a bottle of whiskey. 

Elide had always been the sort of woman he knew he could never have.  She was good, first off.  She came from a good family with a good background.  She'd graduated high school with honors even though she had pretty bad dyslexia.  Then when her dad got sick she'd dropped out of college and left everything to move back home and help her mom out with bills by working at a crappy bar that probably doled out even crappier tips.

As she assembled the drink she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Just you tonight?"

"Nah, the twins'll show up eventually," he said. "And Rowan if he can drag himself away from another fight with Galathynius."

Elide snorted a laugh and she turned back to him with the drink. "Aw, upset your best friend actually has a life?"

"You know how annoying that woman is," Lorcan groused.  He accepted the drink.

For the last year and a half, Aelin had been working at the Whitethorn ranch as a trauma specialist in youth and children for kids needing help in various forms of therapy.  Rowan had inherited the business from his parents and for some reason thought it was a good idea to keep it running.  Even if he and his lead psychologist did not get along.

"Yeah, that's why she's my best friend," Elide said drily.  "She's a good person."

Lorcan doubted that but he'd shut up.  There would be plenty of other chances to put his foot in his mouth tonight.

"I'll take your word for it," he said instead.  He took a long drink, ice clinking gently in the cup.

"Well I am a very reliable source," she said. 

And then she was gone to fix another round for a couple at one of the far tables.  Lorcan watched her go, unable to look away from the sway of her hips or the sliver of skin that peeked out between the edge of her shirt and her jeans.

He only managed to tear his gaze away when the door of the bar opened and Fenrys Moonbeam entered.  Lorcan knew it was him without even looking because Fen, annoying as hell, always made sure his presence was known.

"Lochan!  How's it going?" Fenrys called, looping over to Lorcan.  Behind him was the more subdued Connall, eyes glued to his phone.  Lorcan had the sneaking suspicion that Connall was about to start dating someone.  But being who he was, wouldn't talk about it until it was an actuality.  Even quiet and distracted, Connall still managed to balance out his twin.

"Hi Fenrys," Elide called back.  She kept with her current task of drink refills and checking the kitchen on a food order.

When Fenrys dropped into the stool beside Lorcan he smacked a hand on his shoulder.

"You know you're getting obvious, right?" Fenrys asked.  "What's this?  Three nights in a row?"

"He's not that much of a psychopath," Connall spoke, he dropped into the seat on the far side of Fenrys. "He puts a day between the visits."

"Shut up," Lorcan growled.  He took another sip of whiskey, relishing in the bite as it slid down his throat.

Somehow, in some pathetic and sad twist of fate, his friends had learned of his crush on Elide.  He blamed it on a night a few months ago involving too much tequila and spur of the moment round of truth or dare.  It was pathetic enough that he was a thirty-year-old man playing truth or dare but to follow that up with the admission of having a crush?  Pathetic. 

He really had to get a life.

"You should make a move 's all I'm saying," Fenrys said.  He snagged a half-filled bowl of pretzels from down the bar and dragged it closer so he could snack.

"He's right," Connall added, finally looking up from his phone. "She's not going to stay single forever.  I heard Archer Finn wanted to ask her out."

Lorcan couldn't help his scowl.  Finn was best described as being a player.  One night stands, ghosting, playing games.  He wasn't a good person.  It was the one thing he could agree with Aelin Galathynius about.  He certainly didn't deserve to even talk to Elide.

"Yeah, the scowl's real convincing about your feelings," Connall said.

"Archer's an ass," Lorcan said.

Fenrys laughed. "So are you and she still talks to you."

Lorcan kicked his chair. "Shut up."

"Man."  Fenrys shook his head, brushing his blond curls from his eyes. "You've been obsessed with her for years.  At this point it's your own fault if she gets picked up by someone else."

"I'm not--" Lorcan began.

"You have her shifts memorized," Connall said, "know her birthday, her mom's birthday, dude you got her flowers on her dads anniversary."

Lorcan was never telling Rowan anything ever again.

"Didn't you fix her car for free too?" Fenrys added, mouth full of pretzels.

In the last five years of knowing Elide, having moved to this town on a whim after school, Lorcan had indeed done all of those things.  There had just been something about Elide and the first time he'd met her.  It had been at this very bar, just a few months after her dad's passing.  He hadn't been in the best of moods, admittedly that was usual for him, and she'd called him out on it.

Their friendship slowly developed from there where he'd learned all those things and more about Elide.  He'd been in love with her as long as he could remember.

He couldn't say anything of course because he was Lorcan.  He was the town miscreant who usually stayed on his property unless it was to come in for a drink.  He managed the stables for the Whitethorn ranch and ran a side mechanic shop.  Really, the jobs weren't stable and would likely only get worse from here.  His father was an alcoholic, his mother gone since he was eighteen--he wasn't good enough for someone like Elide.

"She's going to figure out you're in love with her eventually," Connall said, "and what are you going to--"

Connall abruptly cut off with a rather colorful curse and Lorcan felt his blood freeze.  He abandoned his drink and spun in his stool to find Elide standing behind them, half empty tray of drinks and plates in her hands.

Her eyes were too wide and her lips parted in shock.

"I-" Her gaze bounced between the three of them before settling on the floor. "I'll be out with drinks in a minute."

She dropped the tray on the nearest table and immediately left through the front door of the bar--not through the kitchens.

"Hell,” Lorcan muttered.  He stood and punched Fenrys' shoulder for good measure. "Thanks for that."

"Connall's the one that actually said it!" Fenrys shouted.

Lorcan ignored him and launched himself out and across the bar to the door.

The cool air of the night immediately washed over him, clearing his senses of the heady scent of the bar.  Overhead, a waning crescent hung in the sky with patches of stars filling the inky darkness.

He spun, looking for where Elide had gone.  He knew she was still on shift and wouldn't take off without a replacement.

It didn't take long to spot her.  She'd walked down the length of the sidewalk outside the bar a few yards away.  Overhead, a streetlamp burned with pale light, illuminating her as she paced with quick, uneven steps.  She tugged one hand through her hair, holding it out of her face as she muttered under her breath.

When Lorcan's boot scraped on the ground, she looked up.  Her eyes were still wide and shock remained cleanly written on her face.  Lorcan kept enough distance between them so that if she really wanted she could skirt around him and head back to the bar, but close enough that he could reach out to her too.

"How much did you hear?" he asked, because really that's all he really cared about, how much damage control he needed to do.

"Enough."

If there was one thing that Lorcan knew about Elide it was that she didn't shirk away from a problem.  Even if she didn't like the situation or what may come with it.  Just like now.

Her dark eyes met his and, for once, he couldn't read her.  He'd gotten so used to knowing her little quirks that the radio silence unnerved him.  Or maybe that was how it was supposed to be.  Maybe he didn't actually know her and everything he thought he did know was more or less a facade, an illusion.

"Is it true?" she asked, voice soft and far more vulnerable than Lorcan was used to hearing from her. "Or were they just talking shit, I know how they are."

"I--" Lorcan scrubbed at his face, looking away.  He didn't know if he could tell her the truth.  If he did there was no guarantee of how she would respond.  And he didn't know if he could take the rejection.  Because something like this?  It would ruin any semblance of friendship between them.

"Lorcan."

She wouldn't let him get away with the silence or the pretending to ignore what she had heard.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked.

"Yes."  The hard line of her voice drew him back to her.  With hands on her hips and the way her hair swept over one shoulder, Lorcan knew he wouldn't get away with delaying any longer.  

The thing about it was that he didn’t like not being able to control the outcome of a given situation.  And he knew more than anything that there was no controlling Elide.  She was exactly who she was and would yield to no one.

Lorcan often put his foot in his mouth over so many things--especially when he had been younger.  It simply became easier to act.  Which was what he did then.

In two sweeping steps, he reached her.  Lorcan cupped her face in his hands, feeling how soft her skin was against his own calluses.  Her dark eyes gleamed in the streetlamp overhead, her full mouth opening in surprise.

Lorcan acted without thinking when he kissed her.  All he was really focused on was wiping that look of mixed hurt and confusion from her face--to show her exactly how he felt.

A part of Lorcan thought she would shove him away, but instead her hands gripped the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric to pull him closer.  Her lips were soft against his, soft and warm and everything he’d imagined in all these years.  And when she exhaled a soft moan, Lorcan nearly broke at that sound alone.

One of his hands slipped into her hair, the thick locks like silk in his fingers.  His other hand went to her waist as he tugged her closer.  He could feel her warmth and her soft curves and all he could think that he wanted more.  More of her and more of what they could have.

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered against his lips.  She broke away only to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily as she met his gaze.

He leaned in close enough to press his forehead against hers even though all he could think about was kissing her again and memorizing the way she felt against him.

“I’m in love with you,” he told her, voice soft.  He’d never said these words to anyone before and they felt strange on his tongue.  But he knew they were true and he knew that he had to say them at least once.  And it would only be for her.

He felt her tremble in his arms and listened to the sharp inhale of breath she made.  When she didn’t try and pull away from him, Lorcan felt a bit of hope rise in his chest.  Instead, Elide tilted her chin until her lips brushed against his.  The touch was barely there and hardly even a kiss but Lorcan swore he came alive with that simple act.

“It took you long enough,” she replied.  Her dark eyes stared into him with a spark of that same fire that had first caught his attention five years ago.

When she kissed him she held nothing back.  Her mouth was firm and insistent, her hands moving with determination until her fingers curled over his shoulders keeping right where she wanted.

And for the first time since he’d moved to this town, he felt like he’d finally come home.

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tagging still is not functioning properly, so if you'd reblog/comment I'd really appreciate it! Y'all are so great <3

[greenbergsays]

Ked's right, I do have book recs that you can find under this tag and also some on my writing blog here. I also have a page here where you can see what's on my bookshelf, but you can't filter it because Tumblr doesn't allow Java anymore >__>

I wouldn't call that page a rec list, though, it's just an inventory of what I own or what's on my list to own. Some of those books are objectively terrible and I will freely admit that, but there was something about them compelling enough that I read them more than once.

I didn't mean for the below to turn into me just reccing you authors but it kind of turned into that, so here are authors I would recommend:

Onley James - I love her so much that I support her Patreon. All of her stuff is good (and loosely connected) but my favorites are, of course, the Necessary Evils series. It has two spin-off series which I also very much enjoy: Jericho's Boys & The Watch. All three series surround the psychopaths in love trope, however Jericho's Boys and the first book in the Watch series do not feature it as a main trope because neither of the main characters fit the bill. Most of them do feature some level of kink, though.

Kiki Clark - Her main series is werewolves (but no Omegaverse) and it's called the Kincaid Pack. The first book is my favorite, but I own them all. It's finished and she's starting a new series in that 'verse, the prequel to which I think is The Mobster's Mate, which is so up my alley it's like someone was spying on me. She also has a MC/kink series called Leather & Chrome that's good, but it's not my favorite kink series. (Kiki also have other contemporary books that I love, I just don't want this to get too long)

SPEAKING of kink. Robin (RJ) Moray - She has a series called His Boy Next Door that gay-awakening, age gap, and BDSM-related. It has a spin-off series about two other characters called A Collar For His Brat, both are excellent. The only thing is in HBND, the main character's name is Channon and that took some getting used to. Robin also has other books which I highly recommend--including a space Omegaverse story called Changed: Mated to the Alien Alpha, which is very good--she is probably my Top 3 favorite authors and the fact that more of her stuff isn't available in paperback is a source of constant misery for me.

Eliot Grayson -- The only person I can think of off the top of my head that writes well-written first person POV. The Mismatched Mates series is her main title iirc. It's a soul-bonding / "mate or die" situation at first and segues eventually into "mating for convenience." Some stories are related and some aren't.

Stella Starling -- if you like high fluff and low angst, this is the author for you. All of her stuff is contemporary and very cute. My favorite series is the Semper Fi one but I like & own them all.

Sam Burns (and Sam Burns w/ W.M. Fawkes) - They do anything fantasy/magic-related. Werewolves, urban fantasy, there's a series about the Greek Gods, etc. I haven't read ALL of their works, but the stuff I have read, I like. My favorites / the ones I own: Wolves of Kismet (Omegaverse), the Star-Marked Warrior series (sci-fi/aliens), & Wolf Moon Rising (Omegaverse).

Ella Frank (and Ella Frank w/ Brooke Blaine) - Contemporary writer(s) that specialize in writing multiple books for the same couple. There's a lot of gay/bi-awakening. The Temptation series is a fantastic audiobook journey that I cannot recommend enough, that narrator was amazing. I also really liked the first three Fallen Angel books are about the same couple and I love them, the fourth FA book is about a different couple and I DNFed it. Couldn't say why, it just didn't hold my interest.

...I have more, but I should probably work at some point this morning. So if you want more / want a specific rec for a specific trope or genre, lemme know!

[greenerteacups]

oooh (hello, sorry, hello), quick question, since I saw you mentionned Tonks, via Lupin. What are your thoughts on Tonks/Lupin? :3

Hello! I wrote about them a long time ago in this post, which I don't fully stand by, since I've reflected on it some since. I think my stance on age gaps has changed a bit since then, and I'm more interested in the potential of Tonks/Lupin to be a ship that's not (as I sort of assume in the post) purporting to be an idealized "healthy" couple, but rather is a realistic relationship between two people with similar trauma in an ongoing war. They're not a ship of mine, but I can see what would be fun and interesting about them.

Specifically, I think it makes a lot of sense for Tonks to be attracted to Remus, who is one of the few eligible bachelors available to her (being a guerrilla warrior seriously narrows the dating pool) and also happens to be a grizzled soulful war veteran with a lively sense of humor. That's a pretty normal and predictable crush for her to have, actually. It's also pretty normal for Remus to become attracted to a hot, funny, capable woman who's showing romantic interest in him. But that's where a lot of people run into the squick, which is fair — 23 and 35 is a large gap, and it's early enough that it could be Tonks's first relationship, which would make it more uncomfortable.

That being said, although I remember going ??? when I first read the Remus/Tonks arc, it never occurred to me that it might reflect poorly on Remus. (I was a child when I read these books for the first time, but even so, I definitely could tell when there was something up with, say, Slughorn, who creeped me out for reasons I wouldn't identify for a long, long time.) For one thing, 23 and 35, while not being a dynamic I would support for my friends, is still a consenting relationship between adults. For another, the text is pretty clear that Tonks has been aggressively pursuing Remus for a while. We can litigate how likely that is to be true in any given IRL case, but in the text, it's unambiguously Tonks's passionate and enduring conviction that they should be together, and Remus agrees only after both primary female figures of authority in the series (Molly and McGonagall, respectively) give him their blessing.

My main regret is I wish it was used as a springboard to explore more about Tonks. She was a character with a ton of potential (metamorphmagus! auror! spy! daughter of a disinherited Black! cousin of Draco, niece of Bellatrix and Narcissa, second cousin to Sirius! went to Hogwarts alongside Bill and Charlie Weasley!) and I feel like her love story didn't give her anything all that interesting to do; Remus was the main point of conflict, and even then, we didn't see him get over it, we just saw Molly and McGonagall telling him what to do. This isn't about wanting better writing, it's about wanting any writing for him, man. His scene about Tonks with Harry in the beginning of Deathly Hallows is great, notwithstanding it has the misfortune of existing in the context of Deathly Hallows; but again, this is Tonks being used as a vehicle of character development for two men, and not explored in her own right. So that, if anything, my bone to pick with the two of them.

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 45

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Summary: Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Chapter 45, Take me drunk, I'm home

He staggered through the rain, wetter than a shot of whiskey dropped into a mug of beer. Nothing but thick black clouds above.

No moon. No stars. You couldn't see anything but the path right in front of you. Nothing to guide your way but the distant lights of the district.

The duffel bag was lost. Probably in a ditch somewhere. Soaked and vile. Like its owner. Or maybe he just tossed the thing in some corner of the train, after he’d finished the last bottle. He couldn't recall.

Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Now that Effie and the kids were gone.

Where were they now? Which district? Did she manage to get them to sleep on time or was she still on rocking duty? Exhausted. Alone. While the train added mile after mile between them.

Once his family had gotten onboard back in Eleven, he was supposed to just sit back and wait. Bags packed. Ticket in hand, until his own train pulled into the station.

But he didn't. Walking up and down that misty platform. The smell of damp concrete. Distant rumbling. The unforgiving sky, overrun by storm clouds as dark as the soul of president Snow.

He couldn't stand 5 minutes of it. Hell, not even one.

If he was going to wait, might as well do it on a bar stool.

One of the local pubs was just around the corner. Chaff told him as much. Back when they were passing a bottle between themselves, he described the way in detail. The shops. The landmarks. Which road to turn and when.

“We’ll go there someday”, he said, the last time they ever spoke to each other. “Bring the little lady. If we survive this blasted war, drinks are on me.”

The bell above the door gave a merry tinkle when Haymitch pushed inside, 10 minutes later.

Just like Twelve, he thought. The one Sae and Ripper put up at the Hob made the exact same noise.

In the end, he didn’t mount a bar stool. Place was far from empty, despite the bad weather. Or maybe because of it. He couldn’t sit and wonder which ones of them mourned Chaff. Or – worse – if no one was even left besides Pearl, still alive to do so.

“A bottle of wine please”, he said and set the duffel bag on the counter. “Red. Whatever looks good. Or better yet, make it two. And the amber one over there.” He gestured to the rows by the mirror. “No need for a glass.”

The barkeep recognized him. One glance told him as much. But then again, who didn’t?

Must be Bernard, he thought. Unless the owner of this place had changed since the end of the war. Lean fellow. Same skin tone as Chaff, but his hair was grayer by the temples.

At least he didn't tell him to get the fuck out of his pub. The man simply reached for the desired bottles and set them on the counter, one by one.

“Will I have my work cut out for me later?” Bernard’s voice – if it was Bernard – was neither merry nor hostile. Just practical. Matter-of-factly.

“No”, Haymitch said. “I'm not staying. Not for long.” He got out his wallet, handed over the last of the ruffled bills. “Keep the change. Can you remind me I need to leave in an hour?” He glanced at the wall clock. “Hour-fifteen minutes? There's a train I gotta catch. Can't miss it.”

“Sure.”

Bag clunky and heavy, clinking with bottles, he found his way out into the beer garden. Dumped himself by the first available bench. The moist which had collected in vast continents on the painted wood, instantly soaked through his underwear.

More of the stuff trickled inside the collar of his shirt. Tepid as a cup of tea, forgotten on the mantelpiece. Summer rain, the kind that made you sweat even more.

Whatever. Here he was alone. The leafy trees growing around him offered some shelter but still: No one dumb enough to loiter out here today.

He unzipped the bag. Twisted the top of the first bottle he encountered. Didn't even hesitate before he had the first sip.

What for? Effs and the kids weren’t here. Amy. Ian. God only knew when he’d hold them in his arms again. No. He couldn't think of one good reason why he should board his train stone-cold sober.

Just don't get too deep in your cups, you ass, he warned himself before the second mouthful. Or else they won't allow you on.

He had to go home. Couldn't – wouldn’t – embarrass June and Annabel in front of their friends and neighbors. He'd been enough of a pest whilst under their roof.

Talk about wearing out you're welcome.

Half a bottle. Then the train.

And so he drank. Watched by no one but a ruffled mockingjay hiding in the trees and the occasional pair of eyes through a window.

His recollections thereafter were hazy. Nothing but bits and pieces – the passage of time.

Birds like black confetti, high in the sky. A lone dog barking. The splatter of water through a downpipe. The aftertaste of wine. Fruity and sour.

But the barkeep must have kept his promise because hours later, in the dead of night, the mentor of District 12 staggered out onto his own soil once again. Tanked to the gills. Again.

Home.

Shoulders sagging, rain dripping down his hair, his hands, his eyelashes, he hardly ever looked up. No need. He could walk this way blindfolded.

The ground felt soggy, slippery under his clumsy feet.

Different district. Same downpour. He swore it followed him from place to place. Taunting him.

Not that he didn’t deserve it.

He staggered through puddles as deep as his ankles. Didn’t bother to swerve off his path much. Only mindful of people’s windows. Their vegetable gardens.

Last thing he wanted was to ruin someone’s future dinner or frighten the kids in their beds with the sound of his squelching boots.

Lights were on in maybe one in ten houses. The Goat Man, who had a history of insomnia. Delly Cartwright’s youngest cousin who couldn’t sleep without a night light. Bristel and her husband. Naked and tangled in bed perhaps?

Most were dark though. Doors bolted shut against the night.

Not all of them. Up ahead, he saw the open window. Just slightly ajar to let the air in, on a warm night like this.

Someone was awake. Golden light spilled through the curtains of the living room. As he approached, he could just make out the soft rattle of cutleries against china over the pattering rain. A cup of tea perhaps. Or maybe a bowl of soup.

Half-blinded he rubbed his eyes, his soaked face. A pointless attempt. More than a little round under his feet he made a slack fist and knocked. Once. Twice. Or, in his state, it was more like pounding.

Eyes downcast, the first thing he noticed when she opened the door was her house slippers. Woolly and soft in a quiet pink color. A birthday gift from Hazelle.

Hand against the handle, she wore the same simple robes her mother wore before her. His gaze lingered on the small baby blue flowers around the hemline and the hems of her wrists.

Effie’s work. She stitched them onto the fabric, back during that summer she spent with them after her overdose.

Peeta loved the details and Nella loved the very texture of the little leaves and blossoms. Used to follow them with the tip of her finger.

Forget-me-nots.

Throat choked up, his dull, blood-shot eyes finally met her gray ones.

Seam gray. Like the eyes of his mother. His brother. His son and daughter.

Sae gave a quiet smile. As if expecting him.

“You better come in”, she said. “Before you catch your death out here.”

Haymitch’s face crinkled up like a worn tissue. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hide it. Not from her. The tears he’d carried within, for hours and hours – just below the surface – finally welled up.

All at once.

His old babysitter spoke nothing further. Water soaked through her slippers, but she paid it no mind. Just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

He tried to speak. Tell her how sorry he was about the hour, the fact that he was drunk, that he didn’t know where else to go – but no words came out. Only sobs.

The old woman held him. Her small frame so frail and yet so strong. She caressed the back of his head, just like when he was a toddler, speaking soft, soothing words in his ear.

And Haymitch clung to her. Like a child to its mama, while raindrops tinked against the sphere-shaped porch light.

[rinniessance]

WELCOME TO TOXIC LOVER FM

hello there. yes, yes, you. tell me, are you feeling

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you look tired of all this

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why don't you go back to that person you swore you'd never see again? or send that text you've been typing and erasing for the past half an hour? or better, go and make them see you're the only one for them? and tune in to our TOXIC LOVER FM while you do it - after all, worst decisions need the best soundtrack.

WARNING - THIS STATION IS ONLY INTENDED FOR LISTENERS FOR 18 AND ABOVE

01. KILL BILL (FT. CHOSO)

꒰ you thought he really loved you, after all, didn’t you give him your all? choso kamo has a lot of nerve to leave you for another girl. you’ll just have to show him why you are his only one. ꒱ - nsfw - dark content. non-curse au, yandere!reader, dub-con, coercion, pegging

02. YOU RIGHT (FT. SUKUNA RYOMEN)

unlike your sweet boyfriend, yuuji itadori, his twin brother is personification of evil. when sukuna tries to seduce you pretending to be your partner, you see right through him - he didn't even attempt to do a good job. then if you know it's not yuuji, why are you leaning closer for a kiss? - non-curse au

03. MIND GAMES (FT. OSAMU DAZAI)

osamu dazai hates the idea of soulmates - why does he have to wait for the perfect partner when you’ve captured his heart, mind and soul? he just needs you to see you’re the one for him too. - soulmates au, yandere!dazai

04. ONE OF THE GIRLS (FT. SUGURU GETO)

when you bought tickets to see your favorite musician, suguru geto, the last thing you expected is to be called backstage. you would do anything for your personal god, right? - rockstar au

05. BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED (FT. ITOSHI RIN)

he's famous, he's tall, he's rich, and he's so handsome. and that pretty little thing on his arm that calls herself his girlfriend will not stop you from tasting the flavor that is rin itoshi. - professional athlete rin

06. I WAS NEVER THERE (FT. KISHIBE)

he is not just a politician - kishibe is a family man, your every day citizen, neighbour and a friend. then why is he knuckles deep inside your pissy in the backseat of his Porsche? - no devils au, politician!kishibe

07. I FUCKING LUST YOU (FT. OLIVER AIKU)

what you and oliver have is a matter of convenience, neither of you want it to be anything more than that. yet seeing him with another woman drives you insane - college au

08. DADDY ISSUES (FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO)

you remember the very first time toji fushiguro walked through the doors of the brothel - all broad shoulders, handsome face and one hell of a cock, as it turns out. what you didn’t expect is to break the first rule of your job - don’t fall in love with your clients.

09. TEENAGE FEVER (FT. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO)

you know that your best friend is hopelessly in love with you, fact you've known since you were 16. you should have let him go instead of keeping him on a short leash for the nights when you feel especially alone. - no curses au

10. WOO (FT. SATORU GOJO)

it's taken him two years to stop dreaming about you, two more to find himself again and someone else to love, and on a fifth, he finally got engaged. satoru gojo thought that he is finally over the black hole that is you. his heart thinks otherwise when it shatters to pieces when he sees you at his own engagement party. - no curses au

TUNING OUT . . . UNTIL NEXT TIME

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[hb-writes]

Suits Writing Prompt List (S1E1 - S1E5)

With Suits now available on Netflix, I've been re-watching so here's a list of lines from the show to use as prompts for your writing (for any fandom).

"You just have to formally ask. Then, after that, why don't you formally ask Santa Claus to bring you a pony because I'm not leaving [them]."

"Truth is, I do it for the children."

"That's why I love you...you get me."

"Look, I'm just trying to ditch the cops, okay? I don't care if you let me in or not."

"What? I like to read."

"Good. You've hit on me. We can get it out of the way that I am not interested."

"You know what nobody likes? Nobody likes a showoff."

"You put your interests above mine and I'm just putting mine back up next to yours."

"I'd explain it to you, but then I'd have to care about you."

"Marry me?" "Took care of that, too. We've been married for the last seven years."

"For the record, I am not selfish everywhere."

"I failed...to not be awesome."

"I'm glad to see staying up all night doesn't make you act like a complete idiot."

"I'm not an idiot. Don't treat me like one."

"Promise me now that the only way you'll leave is if they rip you out."

"Tell me what happened right now...I'm the guy you tell."

"I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you or not, but I do know we're even."

"Maybe it's time I started trusting somebody else."

"Would you admit it? You care about me."

"I wouldn't move your things into Wayne Manor just yet."

"That’s the adult table in there and you haven’t earned the privilege yet."

"You keep talking and I’m going to start billing you. And my time runs $1,000 an hour."

"I know I just posed that as a question, but I really didn't mean it that way."

"If you're gonna screw me, I guess it's only fair that you call me by name.

"You smell papery."

"Your face is red. It looks like you've been in the sun."

"Look at me...look at me."

"We talked about this, right? Barging into my office..."

"He put a gun to your head and made you smoke pot."

"Do we need to have a conversation about how you keep interrupting me?"

“He’s just a kid. Are you trying to steal his soul before he hits puberty?”

“I’m emotionally attached to me.”

“I’m not the topic of this conversation.”

“Get it through your head. First impressions last.”

“That kid is an anchor. You need to cut him loose.”

“Gloating’s fine. You just have to not suck at it.”

“Wow. Have you ever considered writing for Hallmark?”

“I’d be happy to tell you if you put that wrench down.”

“You trying to look like me?”

“That’s one thing you definitely get…how to ruin it.”

"Who doesn't like me?"

"Who's picking on you now?"

"We had a deal that you were going to stay out of it."

"Mm...you need me to class you up a bit."

"Sorry I didn't have the courage to tell you then."

"We're married. It's a long story."

"Emotion is fine but you better have some cold hard facts to back it up."

"I'm just here to watch. I love spectator sports."

"How am I doing for my first time?"

"Tell me that wasn't worth missing your lunch hour for."

“You don’t know the lyrics, do you?”

“So what is this a new cologne or just a hint of jealousy?”

“I didn’t know who else to call.”

“You’re the one person I knew would show up.”

“Why the rush now? You’ve already wasted 10 minutes of my life.”

“If she asks any questions just nod your head and look pretty.”

“Please don’t make me set fire to your desk.”

“You don’t send a puppy to clean up its own mess.”

“You are so beautiful when you’re forceful.”

“I don’t appreciate limitations being placed on my beauty.”

“I’m not some token you win at a fair.”

“Where are we?” “Uh…I think we’re in Hoboken.”

“I refuse to answer that on the grounds that I don’t want to.”

“He is an anchor dragging you down. Get rid of him.”

“Just because you think I’m blowing something off doesn’t mean I am.”

“What color was the light?”

“Don’t say anything. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

“Tell me what the hell’s going on.”

[bonetrousled]

please please please please gawd tell me more about ur pap being the knight theory OR if u would so pls direct me to where u talked abt it before. u have truly GRIPPED me w this

OH GOD I HAVE SO SO MUCH OK. so i DO have the papyrus powerpoint HERE which has a section on that a little more in-depth and i will say i am not the first to come up w this idea but personally it's the only option that makes Complete sense w no holes to me. this is all going off the concept that papyrus is likely younger here bc sans asks kris to hang out w him. my ramblings under a cut bc im about to go fucking CRAZY

the knight, by people that have seen him already, is always referred to w he/it pronouns. papyrus and sans are the only characters that fit the he/it bill (both of them are referred to with it/its in the lost soul fight, nobody else is referred to this way)

there is NO way that kris OR susie could have made the dark worlds in chapter 1 and chapter 2. the dark world had to have been opened AFTER noelle and berdly got to the library (since their books and stuff are open) but BEFORE kris and susie arrived, crossing all of them off potential dark world opener lists. also up until this point kris didn't even Know how to open a dark world

there's the closet in the library that states that "a very large person could easily fit inside". papyrus could have potentially been hiding in there and waiting for others to come to open the fountain. additionally in ut he says that there's no skeletons in his closet- except him sometimes

but then the question of motive comes up. Why would he do that?

so far from what we've seen in deltarune, papyrus is an asocial shut-in. given that the main core of other characters hasn't really been altered, we can also assume what he wants MOST is to feel important and be liked, like in undertale. combining these two aspects leads us to someone who can't bring himself to socialize with others in the real world, but DESPERATELY wants to feel necessary and admired.

the whole deal w the dark world is wish fulfillment, at least as i see it. susie gets a cool outfit with spikes and makes friends, she has her own room with her own style, etc. berdly gets a cool, nerdy sci-fi outfit and is put in charge, and even gets to have a heroic moment towards the end of chapter 2. noelle gets to tell her true feelings to a mother figure and gets to spend time with susie. so if you get what you want most in the dark world, it would make COMPLETE sense for papyrus to not only be spending time in them, but opening more fountains to spend as much time in them as possible.

plus, what have we seen the first two chapters thus far? EVERYONE important and in-charge LOVES the knight. all they do is talk abt him and how awesome he is. double tying in this aspect of wish fulfillment to the weird, perfect nature of hometown- people who didn't really get a chance at life are still alive, everyone is happy, that sort of thing. papyrus is the ONLY main character out of all of undertale that NEVER gets what he wants. every other character gets some sort of completion to their arc, some sort of resolution and closure, they meet their goals, they achieve something. by the end of true pacifist, papyrus doesn't get ANYTHING. his friend count is still stagnant, he never proves himself, or gets any sort of important role (he only becomes the ambassador if you DON'T want to). putting two and two together here, it would make perfect sense for papyrus to finally get his moment- by his own hands.

plus, and this is just a little obvious here, but if you become what you want the most in the dark world, and papyrus wanted to be in the guard- what would you call a member of a royal guard? a knight.

alongside the weird, vague hints that papyrus must have had SOMETHING happen to him in his past and that he wasn't always a great guy (very adamant about how people can change, the "I'M A PRETTY BRUTAL KIND OF GUY" line, the way he admits to you in aborted no mercy that he was going to blast you to smithereens) and we NEVER get resolution/explanation for that (or any of the other weird shit he says [see powerpoint]) i feel like there's just too much setup here for any other option to make sense to me. papyrus is also just very obviously toby's favorite character from ut, he's the only one he ever commissioned art for just to have and he clearly really enjoys writing him and doing stuff w him. anyway ummm im insane :) *grins*