#thethiefsden

[botanikos]

"DON'T TOUCH ME! You... You LIAR! You lied to me! About everything! About HIM! I see it now! You love him more than you love your own family! That's it isn't it?! Well I'll never love him, and I don't love you! Everything you did just tore EVERYTHING apart! I hate him and I! HATE! YOU!" (From Octavia @thethiefsden)

He  R  E  C  O  I  L  S, hand withdrawing and watches her with wide gaze. The floor beneath his feet feels like a chasm, yawning open to swallow him up and plumet him into darkness. This was the very thing Stolas feared most. Losing Octavia; losing her trust, her acceptance, her love. He should have been honest with her from the start, but where would he begin? Where did these complex and tangled threads meet, split, or end? He thinks for a spell, of accepting this fate, of simply swallowing her wrath and her pain whole so he might let it fill him in his entirety. He ought to sit with it for the rest of his existence.  Stolas almost reaches for her again. He stops short, taking his own hand in the other, wringing fingers before clutching them to his chest. His voice is strained with emotion, hurt and uncertain. He knew he could not fix what has already been broken, that any hopes at mending their relationship would be fraught with difficulty and reluctance. The fact of the matter was that he hurt her. And she felt unloved. What kind of father had he become?  ❝ Via, ❞ he begins, attempting to take a tentative step closer. ❝ You are the most important person in my life. It was never my intention to hurt you. But. . . I did. I cannot undo any of this, but you must know — I — it was, is, complicated. I chose him over your mother, yes, but for good reason. But I will always choose you. Can we. . . can we talk about this? I would very much like to. ❞

[stcries]

@thethiefsden wrote: "Hey Wendy, do you ever think about what your last meal would be?" (From Dipper in a morbid mood)

oh, well she certainly wasn't expecting that of all things to come out of his mouth. shocked expression momentarily etches across her face, but she quickly blinks it away. "well dang dude, where'd that come from, huh?" even if it was unexpected, it was a welcome conversation, the shack had been quiet today and she was starting to get bored. and with the pines twins around? you were bound for a weird yet great time.

"well, can't say i have, i may be older than you nerds but i'm not ancient like your uncle." with feet kicked up on the counter, she hums in thought for a moment, really considering her answer. "but if i had to choose? well who said i had to choose in the first place! what do we think about a pizza with EVERYTHING on it. every topping you can think of, weird or not, and just pile it on there," smirk forms on her face, arms out in front of her as she forms the shape of her imaginary pizza pie. "i mean, if it really is your last meal, then who cares about the stomach ache it'd give you afterwards, right?"

[gctchell]

@thethiefsden asked: Fuck YES (from Stolas for Stella, Carmilla and Martha)

PUT ‘ FUCK YES ‘ IN MY ASK IF YOUR MUSE WANTS TO FUCK MINE // accepting

"Had you answered differently, I would have been concerned. Good boy."

.. Peculiar.

"Wouldn't expect less from you, my Lord. ~"

[autarchi0s]

"Father. I was... unaware you would be visiting today. What brings you to my abode?" (For Stolas, from @thethiefsden)

"It is every bit your abode as it is mine, owlet." Announce a visit? Preposterous. And no, he is not about to bother bringing this one's name to the forefront of his memory. Perhaps a brief inspection of whatever tomfoolery his offspring is getting up to is in order. It'd be unbecoming to refrain from keeping a close eye, lest some scandal that tarnishes the Goetias' good name comes out in the light.

"I've spent, oh, five minutes here, and seen not a single carpet rolled out. Nary an offer of champagne. Is this how we greet an omnipotent sovereign, dear boy? I taught you better."

|| @thethiefsden

[spxcemuses]

@thethiefsden asked: Ö

[ a character I’d consider rping. ] | Always Accepting

Nighttime settled aboard the icy ship, the ocean waves crashing against its hull and rocking it like a mother would their child’s crib. Everyone on board was asleep at the midnight hour. Everyone except for Captain Gutt. He would have been asleep by now if not for a particular sloth slash hostage tied up to one of the masts. He glowers from a nearby perch, letting out a soft growl in annoyance as he takes note of Sid’s sleeping habits. He was snoring, occasionally muttering obnoxious yet incoherent strings of words. One of his three-toed feet even thumped against the deck of the ship a few times, causing even more noise. It was a good thing he was tied up as well, otherwise he would be floundering on deck like a fish fresh out of the water. Maybe it would have served better to have him overboard.

The ape’s shoulders tense when Sid’s occasional noises formed into silence, now watching with malice as he wakes up from his sleep in a startle. Sid blinks a few times, eyes darting around and sensing that he was being watched by something…or someone. The fact that the sloth was uneasy made Gutt somewhat satisfied, yet it simply was not enough; he wanted to give a warning they would remember. Grabbing a nearby bone dagger, Gutt aims before hurling it with swift force, the blade now lodged in the wood just above the poor sloth’s head. Sid shrieks from having a weapon thrown at him, looking around with his heart hammering in his chest as the captain drops down with a heavy thud.

Gutt’s face emerged from shadow, the pale moonlight and reflections from the ice around them casting it in an eerie bluish light. His large, scruffy form loomed over Sid, being at eye-level with the sloth while giving him an observant once-over. Sid meanwhile held his breath, seeing Gutt lean forward a little too close and bear uneven teeth to him while he dislodged the blade from the mast. Gutt shushes Sid before the sloth could say any words in protest, pointing the tip of the sharp bone near his neck.

" Shhhshsh, quiet. No more noise from you aboard my ship tonight, sloth, or I won’t hesitate to throw you overboard. Do you understand? You better, or your days will be numbered... "

The sloth nods in quick succession at the ape's very evident threat, not wanting to cause trouble while aboard this ship. While they technically were being held hostage, it was slightly better than the situation they were in before. Gutt’s smile grows bigger and more menacing, glad that he was wise to follow his orders. Without another word, he slips back into the dark of night as quickly as he appeared, leaving Sid to be left alone with his thoughts.

[burning-fcols]

"O-Oh... well. This... isn't what I was expecting to get when I asked for an escort for this evening—" (for Angel from Stolas) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴛʜᴇᴛʜɪᴇꜰꜱᴅᴇɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This isn't what Angel was expecting either when Valentino told him a blueblood requested his services. Not entirely, anyway. The owl being a bit flustered isn't unusual; plenty of people are when face-to-face with the porn star. Even the strongest nerves can buckle when their wet-dream is no longer out of reach behind a screen, but STANDING there awaiting orders. Not everyone is cut-out to be a director, after all... Yet this taken aback reaction isn't stemmed from simple nerves. It seems more due to genuine surprise.

Which means there must have been a fuck-up in communication somewhere... Trying not to feel insulted disappointed at BEING a disappointment— it's been a while since he's had to swallow down that bitter sensation, at least when handling customers —Angel replies with a shrug that feels far too dismissive in the company of a royal, ❝ Yeah, well... Guess ya gotta choose yer words more carefully next time. ❞

Valentino would be tempted to cut off his tongue if he knew he was being so flippant with such a high value client. ACCIDENTAL or not; Angel still has a chance of swaying things in their favor. He wouldn't because of how valuable that tongue is... but Angel would probably end up wishing he had. It'd be quicker than whatever sadistic punishment the moth would think of next.

Readjusting the neckline of his dress, he doesn't bother looking at ( he's pretty sure the customer's name is ❛ Stolas ❜ ) the Prince as he absentmindedly asks, ❝ Hey, is this too much tit? ❞ Annoyance at being a mistake bleeds into his demeanor, Angel not handling himself with any of the class he'd been ordered to. It's always hard to tell whether high-value clients want someone with poise or to go down a nastier route... So, it's best to start with one and divulge into the other if need be. Sort of like the outfit Angel had been given, courtesy of Val's connections with Velvette.

A formal number, shimmering fabric of a rich black hugging his form. Long slit slides up to the middle of his thigh, exposing a bit of the... lacier ensemble underneath, whenever Angel happens to shift just so. It's easy to rip OFF clothes for whatever a night demands, but it's a lot more difficult to make an ensemble decent if there's no actual ensemble there. Neckline dips down rather low, fluff spilling over in an enticing display. Unabashedly pushing up the soft mounds, Angel casually continues, ❝ I neva' know how much tit is consida'd ❛ classy ❜ an' what's jus' slutty. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[calmlythrilling]

“And what if we’re wrong? What if we’ve always been wrong?” starter prompt, sent by @thethiefsden

He never could look her in the eyes after everything. In fact, he can't fully face her - his back was turned to the heroine as Venomous rested his hand on the car door handle, pausing, with the only interruption being taking in a deep sigh. It's hard to think. That ever-taunting voice is shouting from his cage the words she had said so long ago. He can try his hardest to push the thoughts and emotions aside, like with all the others... but something about her being right here makes it difficult. It's why he tried so hard to avoid her. Heck, even after telling the truth, he continued to avoid her best he could. Boxman was the one that met K.O. in front of the factory all those weekends for a reason. And yet, here she is. She purposely sought him out this time. He can't hide now. He can surely try to toss a smoke bomb and run away, but he's sure Carol would catch him quickly. Do they have to talk?

"...I don't care," he finally said, voice quiet, back and head still facing away from her... but his eyes drifted to the side towards her, but not at her. "If you're finished now, could you leave now? I'm a busy guy."

[advnterccs]

SEND ME A  ♗ AND I’LL USE MY ICON STYLE TO MAKE AN ICON OF YOUR MUSE || accepting

@thethiefsden sent; ♗ (for Lena maybe?)

{ OOC } I went with a subtle witchy theme because I've never seen the show and know really nothing about it, so I hope you like it anyway, the images are a bit small but i think it's pretty uwu

[nerdynanny]

"Dude. Mabel. Did you bedazzle my hat?" (From Wendy)

UNPROMPTED ASKS [good shit]:

"And your axe-- I'm really proud of how that turned out." Getting her hands on it had been the challenge-- but somehow, strangely enough, Mabel had managed to do it. Wendy HAD joined in on the slumber party-- admittedly she'd been the babysitter for the party, but that was semantics.

"Now you'll be able to find them no matter what."

[voidfell]

@thethiefsden asked for Chad for Wendy!

What the hell was wrong with this town, and why didn't the Kids Next Door have a sector here to deal with it? Gravity Falls was a pit stop on the unwanted family vacation that Chad was unwillingly a part of. His parents were supervillains, running out on them to do any work would only be a problem he didn't wanna deal with.

But the sheer number of weird things he'd just seen in that forest while his parents got scammed at that tourist trap made him contemplate sending an anonymous tip to Moonbase.

He slipped back inside, running a hand through his hair and pulling out his phone to make a note of it.

". . . Is that a unicorn made out of corn on the cob?"

[erthlyheavn]

@thethiefsden replied: Yes. Do iiiiiiiiiit

BUT FOR WHOMST???????

[gctchell]

@thethiefsden asked: "You know if you wanted to summon someone different, then I'd have recommended actually looking for a book that has the proper spell translation and ingredients. This book is just filled with all sorts of gobbledygook." (From Stolas, for Martha )

"I had purpose to think that he was peddling me a genuine summonin's journal when I bought it, all right?" Fwiii~ing, thunk! That was the blood-soaked dagger flinging 'cross the room to stick into the fresh forehead of a taxidermied salesman. "He was very charismatic and did a few showin's, you know?"

Martha didn't see herself stalking this tall, sweeping glass of water across her altar room at 10:30pm, but here she was, and admittedly, even with the cloak in the way, the owl was reeeeeal easy on the eyes. Mm!

Still, he wasn't exactly who she was expecting to pop up, and she knows she shoulda known better; Big Daddy Asmodeus and his people got real specific energy in their sigils, and this pretty thing's name wasn't ringing a bell 'til she put down the last 'S' and it was already too late. "You tellin' me I wasn't even close when I was summonin' an informational sorta devil?"

[monmuses]

thethiefsden asked: "Hey, you ok Pinkie? You look a little down..." (From Sunset Shimmer)

"Oh, I'm fine! I got the biggest smile on my face today! What's the big deal about having a few clouds, huh? I'm making the best of it!"

It's not like she was looking that down, was she? She was the most extroverted person she knew! Even if she did feel down, it wasn't that noticable, was it?

Uncertain, her smile died down a little, rubbing the back of her arm, "...is it that bad?"

[spxcemuses]

@thethiefsden asked: ☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

[ Random Ask ] | Always Accepting

(( I'm one of your favorites?? Aww, that's so sweet of you! <3 I really needed this so I appreciate the kind words homie ^w^

[countlessrealities]

@thethiefsden sent: "Uh, Mabel... not that I'm complaining, but did you bedazzle my ax handle?" (From Wendy for Mabel)

The first reaction Wendy got from Mabel was a slightly too wide grin. The girl's expression held all the innocence a 12-years-old can master, but there was a small, knowing glint in her chocolate brown eyes. The very same that that lit her up every time she messes with Stan's plans and Dipper's things.

It was in moment like this that the sly imp side of her peeked out from under her nice and overenergetic girl persona.

"Diiiiiid I? Ooooor did I not?" She chuckled in a sing-song tone, batting her eyes at Wendy. "Why do you think it was me? That axe handle looked so sad, with just wood and no colour at all! Maybe someone decided to make it a little happier. To cheer you up when you use it!"

It was obvious that the teen knew that it had been her, but Mabel didn't know whether or not to believe that the other wasn't mad, so she would keep denying...at least for now. Wendy had an endless supply of patience when she chose to, she needed it to work for Stan, but she was also very scary when she was angry.

"But that's just a guess! Soooo...I bet the person who decorated the ax would like to know if you like it. Dooo you?"

[beautifulxdangerous]

plantsandpotionz asked: " what the fuck happened to you ? " (From Mordecai to Rigby)

@thethiefsden || blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

Rigby was currently busy patching himself up. His pride had been injured earlier & Benson had led him to the first aide kit. While it was nice of Benson to be concerned about him, Rigby, ever stubborn, shrugged off his help.

This was what Mordecai had walked into. & in return, earned a scowl from him.

"Are you kidding me ? Where have you been, dude ? Muscle Man's been setting up his yearly pranks & didn't even tell me about any of them ! " He knows he shouldn't be getting annoyed at Mordecai, but ugh, his attitude is just snappy right now.

"You were with CJ again, weren't you ? ── Ugh, whatever, just hand me the antiseptic."