#what's better than the devil you don't know

[taeaura]

Thomas Hewitt | Possessiveness, Desperation, and Jealousy

Yeah...Thomas has attachment issues lololol

Thomas' possessiveness is really just a progression of his desperation. For example:

Stay with me, I don't want you to leave

Mutates into

You're my possession - Of that, my love, there really is no question

Okay, yeah, I'm using lyrics to get my point across, so what?

Because of his low self-esteem, Thomas gets jealous without realizing it. He's anxious about his potential future with his S/O, with constant worries surrounding abandonment and comparison.

What if you get hurt? What if you push too far, explore too deeply and find something you hate? What if turn to hate him? He can't have that. No, no, no, no, not here; Not now.

You really are his special someone. He's in love with you, his Momma'll make sure to tell you. Thomas' favorite thing is how sweet you are with him; Buttering him up with compliments {all of which you find to be true statements, though he disagrees}, and variations of physical affection. One thing that never fails:

"You're so handsome, Tommy."

Goddd, does it make him blush. He gets all giddy and shy - a bit aroused, depending on the situation.

What if that stops? What if when he finally reveals himself, you run away? You scream and shriek in terror? Is he really that ugly?

What if I make you feel sick?

That's a question he asks himself a lot. You're all he has {outside of the family}, and he plans to keep it that way {excluding potential future children}.

I explored this a bit in a previous post:

'You can't leave. I won't leave you leave - I have nothing. I'll prove to you how good I am - How good I can be, I swear. You can live with us on this farm, just like momma always dreamed of. You're not leaving me; Not after you've met momma, not after the countless times you've saved me from callous assholes out here. No - I couldn't..' -- He had to keep you. Keep you here; In the basement; In the barn; Maybe in a spare bedroom - His bedroom. It didn't matter. You could would not leave.

_____

At the root of his issues, Thomas is a scared, concerned, insecure man who's been starved of proper connection. Healthy, reciprocated emotions that don't burn out when he does something wrong. Once he's found someone worth opening up to, he'll treasured them. After years of believing they'd never meet, here they are.

Are you an angel? Have I been rewarded?

Or has the Devil sending one of his succubi to ravish me down to the rings of Wrath and Ptolemaea?

Although Thomas' thoughts are not as religiously-driven as those above, he often treads in waters of similar questioning:

Do I deserve this? - Am I being tricked? - They'll leave eventually..

--

Overtime, his anxiety turns to desperation - And soon, that desperation turns into jealousy.

Someone could compliment you, and it'd set him off. Especially if it's a man. He's so scared you'll find someone better than him, and he's envious of how easy it is not only for you to interact with people, but how easy it is for them to interact with you. He wants to interact with you so badly! He wants to tell you how beautiful you are, how grateful he is for you {even if you two aren't in a relationship yet}. He wishes he was approachable - Not that he's comfortable with causal conversation, but he wishes it was plausible in his situation.

--

One afternoon, a {soon to be} victim complimented you; 'Called you 'attractive' in whatever fancy way they put it. You scoffed a bit, albeit amused, followed by a small 'thank you.' - Boy, Thomas couldn't've been more peeved. How dare you? After all he's done to make you comfortable? Really, this is how you repay him?

He had to take a minute to himself, realizing how irrational he sounded. How were you supposed to know the sacrifices he made? It's not like he could tell you..though he wishes he could, just so you would be proud of him.

After his anger calmed down, he was left guilty and worrisome - It wasn't anyone's fault. The stranger couldn't have known his feelings for you, and he doubted you're aware either. That being said, that 'charming' victim made a delicious dinner that night ;)

_____

Thomas thought he had his emotions under control, but he was greatly mistaken. Momma had sent you out to grab things from the {wilting} garden just a few minutes prior; You'd gained enough trust from her to be left unsupervised outside - Though, she kept tabs on you though the windows.

Thomas was just finishing up in the basement when he walked up to the main floor; Oddly enough, he was looking for you. One random evening {a day he couldn't quite remember}, he'd overheard you talking to Henrietta about a locket you had once - A dainty one that complimented your skin ethereally. One of the victims, a nice gal from out of town, had a locket similar to the one you described; And he planned on giving it to you.

As he searched around the home, he found no trace of you. His anxiety quickly picked up; What if you'd left? No, Momma wouldn't lose you that easily, you'd have to be somewhere. He made his way outside, carelessly throwing the front screen doors open, albeit a bit aggressive. After a few minutes of pacing, he finally found you in the garden - Just as you were supposed to be.

The knot in his stomach relaxed, just as his shoulders did. There you were: Safe and content. He clutched the locket within his right hand, the chain dangling from his stressed fingers.

Unbeknownst to you, Thomas stood a few feet away, just..staring. His mind raced with incoherent thoughts: Would you like the gift? What if you were confused, or even worse, disgusted? What if the locket wasn't to your liking? He was quickly pulled from his thoughts when you finally noticed him.

"Hi, Thomas." You acknowledged, he really was just some big, awkward hunk, huh? "Did you need something?"

He quickly shook his head, bringing his hand forward. He twisted his wrist so his palm could face upward, revealing the locket.

You wiped some sweat off your forehead with your dirt-covered gloves and stood up. Your knees had gotten a bit dirty, but your pants provided a solid-enough layer between skin and soil.

"Is this for me?" You naively asked. Of course it was for you, he wouldn't just hand something to you that he intended on keeping.

He nodded, slightly nudging his hand closer as if to say 'take it.' - Which you did.

"Might be a bit difficult to put on, the jump ring's a bit small."

Were you..asking him to help? Was that it? He wasn't too sure, but he took the chance anyway. He gently grasped the split chain, folding it cautiously around your neck. He fumbled a lot with the chains..he didn't know how to handle such a small mechanism despite his sewing hobby; But eventually, he connected the jump rings.

You adjusted the locket to your liking, turning to face him with a thankful smile painted amongst your face.

"Thank you, Tommy."

Oh god..there it was. You knew he liked being called 'Tommy', you must've. He felt teased, just a bit. Mostly shy, though. He swallowed and gave a small nod.

Gosh, you were gorgeous, at least he thought so. He wanted so badly to tell you - Just like that piece of shit victim previously had. Okay..they weren't that bad, but he didn't want to acknowledge that. His jealously started to fester again, soon overriding his yearning.

God fucking damnit, why do I have to be so restricted? He thought to himself, an anger bubbling beneath him.

"Are you alright?" You hesitantly asked, tilting your head just a bit.

Was he alright? No, he was not 'alright.' He felt silenced. Restricted in his own body. How hard could it be to tell you how much he liked that locket on you?

His throat strained, trying to make any sensible noise - Yet all that came out were gurgles and incoherent mumbles. He shook his head, obviously overwhelmed and fed up. Instead of straining too hard, he pointed at the necklace and nodded - He really did think you were the most beautiful creature in the word, the locket only amplified that.

"You like it?"

He nodded once more.

"Aw; Well, thank you, Tommy. That's very kind of you."

He nodded a final time, making a mental decision: You were never going to leave him. He'd do anything and everything to make you happy, including small things like this.

That piece of shit nobody couldn't treat you like I could; They'd only make you happy chopped up, seared, and served right at the dinner table.

He'd make sure that would never happen to you. That no one besides him or the family would make you laugh, cry, smile; Not like he could. You two would be one, one way or another - Even in death. He'd make sure of that.

_____

Boo lame boo 🍅🍅🍅

I'm not too proud of the one-shot but my brain isn't giving me anything different.

We will, however, get more possessive Tommy as I finished up pt. 2 of Proprietorial 😈

[valentine-cafe]

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When light knows dark for long enough, it may see it long enough for itself to become the abyss it has stared at for centuries

It feasts away at anything that comes into contact with it. The shine of stars, the shimmer of light that lives way below the surface and inside of the soul.

The prince of failure knows such concept better than anyone. One as himself, who faced rebirth in the darkness and feasts away at it like the rest of the devils and gargantuans that haunt the grounds of the abhorration.

Pure light like you. . . Oh yes, a taste of the ages that he loves to savour and corrupt slowly, and ever as sweetly at times. He's drunk on the taste of your skin, the feel of your body against his. Demonic urges be the winner of him. You are someone who he has to have.

A pretty new gem to his collection of broken lovers and pretty past time worshippers that have come far and wide to see themselves with the prince who has discarded them long ago and left them nothing but devotees and advocates of his causes. Spreading his cult across different lands like the plague.

You weren't aware of his obsession towards you.

All but a mere inhuman artist in the vast world of 781. A 3rd year attendee of the ECU, with the art class major. His infatuation had grown to grave lengths after conversing with you.

There was something about you. Touch, voice and laugh. Why, they were each and on their own enough to make the flowers of the earth sigh in refreshment. And whenever you walked away from him in the hallways to get to your other classes, he felt this need to reach out and grab you. Preventing you from making another move.

That would not be enough, and he would not wish to damage the foundation of friendship the two of you had built. He craved for something more, however, and his urges got him before sense did.

Such is the life of a rhytaari, who dwells the grounds of the abhorration as not only a demon but a man who strives to have back something pure in his life each time the old breaks.

"Valerius—"

Delicious. . . The panic in your voice was absolutely delectable.

Gently, his knuckles made long strokes down your cheek, to soothe and reassure you that you were going to be alright. You'd looked so beautiful in your sleep, and he was able to be quiet for the most part as he drew the circle around your bed to open a portal straight to his temple in the realm of the abhorred.

He could have taken you simply, sure. With the possibility of dizzying you at the sheer amount of power he uses normally to teleport himself from place to place.

A portal would be easier. Less straining and worrisome on your soul.

"Shhh,"

Shivers shoot up your spine. Nausea cranked up to a max in your gut. Every part of your intuition is screaming at you. About how none of this is normal, about how you need to get up and run.

But run where?

Gods of the realms might as well come laugh you into your face at the notion of trying. You're not getting out of this regardless.

"It shall be alright, I will take care of you."

You thought you knew the man in front of you. Yet from now to when you last saw him. His entire appearance has changed. Gold litters every part of him, be it jewellery or makeup. His hair floats in the most enamouring manner possible. Yet you find yourself too disturbed to care much at the very moment.

"I don't want to do what you want." You let out. Regretting it instantly, as his eyes go from having hopeful glee in them, to darkness that pitted the deep vapour of the abyss.

"You will do what I am doing for you. This is for you." He calmly responds, as his hand shoots up to take hold of your jaw in a firm grasp. It brings you forward into a kiss. Golden lips drunkenly feeding off of the small cries and sobs you let out. The fear makes him feel high.

"You're hurting me—"

"I would never put you to any harm, stop crying." He sneers against your lips, teeth grazing against your bottom lip to bite at it. Your body stiff and for his taking the second his left arm swoops you into it's hold and he tilts back into the portal.

As the both of you fall through skies of red, skies of the damned, he grins at you like a madman. Hearts in his eyes as though you are his most beloved.

You are, to him. Why can't you accept that? He just wants to love you.

"Mine." He cries out in glee, clawing golden wounds into your skin. "All mine at last,"

"None will hurt you here."

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[bardic-inspo]

Last Line Tag!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or the last wip you drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Tagged by the wonderful @totally-not-deacon <3 (and later @molliehaswords, thank you!!)

Uhh. Someone's monologuing and I wasn't sure where to cut him off. Not gonna tag for every word. But how about @bleumanouche, @twosides--samecoin, @wishbonemotel, @nomamonster, @thedomesticanthropologist, @peaches-n-screem, and @fayeriess if you'd like to share a line of whatever you wrote last! No worries if you'd rather not!

From Chapter 4 (title TBD) of Midnight Chimes (Astarion x Cursed!Tav).

“You thought the sunlight would burn it out of you. You thought your goddess could still save you. You’re on the road to Baldur’s Gate now with the hope, oh, the hope that the city will drown it out of you. Or, drown you for good. Which do you wish for more, I wonder?”

[z4gz4gz4g]

manifestation of my personal tadpole

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

One skull, two tenants and no solution in sight. I could fix it all, like that.

[theemptyislost]

[raphaelapproves]

C. // @banefulbenevolence

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite? 

Raphael definitely likes chocolate, though he doesn't always indulge the craving.

When he does, he tends to favor dark chocolate, often with some other flavor like sea salt or cinnamon or raspberry or cranberry or mint or something thrown in, either to the chocolate mix or like truffle assortments.

He is, however, very, very picky about what chocolates he will eat.

He usually finds one particular candy shop in whatever particular city he's set up in at the time--Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep, et cetera--and that will be the only one he goes to when there.

When he is trying to determine which shop--or if there's a quality drop at the one he had chosen and he has to find another--he is not above buying some of their candy to test and simply throwing it away if it isn't satisfactory. Usually while making eye contact with the owner and tossing it in the trash with a look of utter disgust.

I do think, if pressed for his absolute favorite chocolate, he does have a particular fondness for dark chocolate and cinnamon.

He will also, however, as a sidenote, make sure that Haarlep has equally good chocolates, even if dark chocolate isn't their preference. Raphael can tolerate other types and flavors of chocolate, but not subpar chocolate. [ He does have to kiss that mouth, after all. ]

[thishouseofhope]

Raphael, as I write him… // @raphaelapproves // Part One of ???

He is a highly charismatic and very clever—but not always very smart—individual. He is a being of contradictions and juxtaposition of seemingly impossible things.

He presents himself as a hero and a savior and as Better Than… He is self-centered and thinks he deserves the world… while simultaneously being rather harsh with himself within his own mind, constantly pushing to compete with an image of who he thinks he should be… all while doing his level best to live up to everything a devil should be.

He is honest but can be deceitful through misleading, not unlike the Fae.

He is vain and parades about as though he's the most Beautiful thing in existence and yet how many mirrors are in his House? As opposed to statues and paintings where he can look exactly as he wishes to look. Why is Haarlep not only a YOUNGER him, but an altered him, without the things he perceives as flaws—not that he would ever admit that.

He cares for no one… and yet collects misfits, and—depending on the verse and writer involved—holds varying degrees of tolerance/affection for Haarlep despite the fact that he must know his purpose. He accepts a child into his House despite having exactly zero use for him, and—in my own slightly AU canon created with a friend of mine I write with on discord who doesn't Tumblr™️/with anyone else who wants to play with the idea here—Raphael sees enough of himself in the boy's demeanor, circumstances, and overall character to take a keen interest, to even take him on as a protege.

Raphael rides an almost constant rollercoaster of euphoric highs and catastrophic lows. In the former he is an unstoppable force, making deals, composing poetry and music, barely sleeping, everything is on 20 [ very much what we would consider Manic ]. With the latter, he is erratic, moody, unstable, quick to anger, occasionally self-destructive and destructive of things like rooms in the House, and not easily soothed. Everything is wrong wrong wrong and it will never be right and he'll never be good enough and there's nothing he can do to fix this— Which will range from rage to utter despondency. He does not often throw prolonged tantrums—the ten year one with Mephistopheles was rare—but sometimes he simply loses his carefully crafted performances and his very intentionally maintained control.

He is clever and charismatic, witty, but in a way that is very practiced. Several instances he's seen as rehearsing or practicing an exchange before it happens, reciting poetry to himself to be certain he's memorized it because he certainly can't suffer failure. He is Perfection.

Raphael is, to my thinking, first and foremost a Bard… who took on a more combat-based role because being a Bard was unacceptable. He threw himself into studies of arcana, of making deals, of all sorts of things. He treats his poetry and music like just little things he does to amuse now, rather than what he pretty much lives for—pushing all else aside in favor of proving that he can be better than his father and do what he never could, after so long being mocked and mistreated as lesser.

He is entirely capable and even delights and excels in cruelty… yet seemingly only if provoked or crossed. He would much rather be reasonable and make a deal after all. Cruelty brings momentary joy and relief. But a soul or a contract or a debt? That is power.

He is an utter bastard… and yet one that most people can't quite entirely bring themselves to hate.

[ramblebrambleamble]

It usually doesn't take much to shoo him off; he's still afraid of her after all these years and her sister isn't here to hide behind.

She doesn't know why he bothers coming. They've never had anything in common and her hospitality is poor. But he comes, like clockwork, every week and sits across the table from her fidgeting with his mug of oversteeped tea and looking at anything but her.

Except if she looks away, and then, his eyes burn. They're pretty, amber-fire-gold. Sometimes brown. Pity about the face, though that's her fault. Magic blowback when they were six. He had avoided her ever since, and hidden behind her sister when he couldn't.

And then her sister was gone.

"It's time for you to get going, don't you think?" The silken tone is practiced, for just these sort of occasions. It's not like he's ever going to actually drink the tea. He probably thinks that it's poisoned.

Perhaps she should poison it, just to make a point.

He's not moving. In fact he's stiff in a stubborn sort of way, like he thinks he's going to stay. She'll soon fix that.

"I said-" she lights her palm aflame "- it's time for you to go."

[writeblrfantasy]

my 10 holy grail pieces of writing advice for beginners

from an indie author who's published 4 books and written 20+, as well as 400k in fanfiction (who is also a professional beta reader who encounters the same issues in my clients' books over and over)

show don't tell is every bit as important as they say it is, no matter how sick you are of hearing about it. "the floor shifted beneath her feet" hits harder than "she felt sick with shock."

no head hopping. if you want to change pov mid scene, put a scene break. you can change it multiple times in the same scene! just put a break so your readers know you've changed pov.

if you have to infodump, do it through dialogue instead of exposition. your reader will feel like they're learning alongside the character, and it will flow naturally into your story.

never open your book with an exposition dump. instead, your opening scene should drop into the heart of the action with little to no context. raise questions to the reader and sprinkle in the answers bit by bit. let your reader discover the context slowly instead of holding their hand from the start. trust your reader; donn't overexplain the details. this is how you create a perfect hook.

every chapter should end on a cliffhanger. doesn't have to be major, can be as simple as ending a chapter mid conversation and picking it up immediately on the next one. tease your reader and make them need to turn the page.

every scene should subvert the character's expectations, as big as a plot twist or as small as a conversation having a surprising outcome. scenes that meet the character's expectations, such as a boring supply run, should be summarized.

arrive late and leave early to every scene. if you're character's at a party, open with them mid conversation instead of describing how they got dressed, left their house, arrived at the party, (because those things don't subvert their expectations). and when you're done with the reason for the scene is there, i.e. an important conversation, end it. once you've shown what you needed to show, get out, instead of describing your character commuting home (because it doesn't subvert expectations!)

epithets are the devil. "the blond man smiled--" you've lost me. use their name. use it often. don't be afraid of it. the reader won't get tired of it. it will serve you far better than epithets, especially if you have two people of the same pronouns interacting.

your character should always be working towards a goal, internal or external (i.e learning to love themself/killing the villain.) try to establish that goal as soon as possible in the reader's mind. the goal can change, the goal can evolve. as long as the reader knows the character isn't floating aimlessly through the world around them with no agency and no desire. that gets boring fast.

plan scenes that you know you'll have fun writing, instead of scenes that might seem cool in your head but you know you'll loathe every second of. besides the fact that your top priority in writing should be writing for only yourself and having fun, if you're just dragging through a scene you really hate, the scene will suffer for it, and readers can tell. the scenes i get the most praise on are always the scenes i had the most fun writing. an ideal outline shouldn't have parts that make you groan to look at. you'll thank yourself later.

happy writing :)

[magemelondew]

hi! its me, mage. Im here as well! hello! i have information regarding what happened too, since Cole has seemed to say a LOT about me, and because I have information about Nico that perhaps should be known. After I was kicked out a friend group TWICE, I saw that Nico was needing someone to talk to- so I came up and asked if it was okay since I was still reeling from what happened initally. This was around october of 2023, and just could not find my groove. So, we met up again, they had no ill will towards me, boom, rekindled friendship. But my goodness, they had a lot to say. And I listened to a lot of their vents because I wanted to help. So, so badly. At one point, I had sent Nico $30 to go towards food. Real-life money I got from my job, all because I wanted to help my friend. I went out of my way on my OWN VOLITION to try and defend Nico, because from my point of view, it most certainly looked like Cole was the one in the wrong. I will not say if I believe this or not, but I do not have the information to properly create an opinion. I defended them because I really did care. This came at a cost. And that was a constant feeling of exhaustion concerning them. I was consistently there to sit and listen and listen and reassure them. I wanted to be the person always there for them. But y'know! What did i get!!!! oh thats right, a block!!!!!! Blues/Nico had blocked me entirely.

I had enough at one point within their server where I kept seeing the same pattern of begging and begging and sob stories and placing Nico at the very top of everything. When they were broken up with their ex who was aro, I remember that they would stalk and watch them and constantly talk about them. All the time. Every single message was about them. It just did not look healthy, and I told them. And so I separated myself from it all and just left, and so I don't know what happened afterwards. They would never compliment the work i did myself when I gave them all the appreciation I could muster. I made them art, I gave them my time and I got my friends together to help support them, too. And I am left with nothing but accusations and a block button on my face from someone I spent all my emotional energy and part of my paycheck from. There was never anything in return for anything I did. But uh. That's all i'd like to address here. I am not answering any questions, and I will not send any private messages here. I don't think the people who ARE here necessarily want to associate with me in the first place (despite the fact it's been an entire YEAR since everything concerning me happened), so take what I have.

(DO NOT HARRAS THIS PERSON, JUST IGNORE THEM. ALSO GARTIC PHONE THING WASN'T THEM)

Piacere, space, whatever you go by, you said you wouldn't mention anyone from this, or at least that was what the deal was, I hope you were told about it. We'd not mention you, as long as you wouldn't mention us. But you did, so a new callout post with new points, people defending you don't really do a good job. TLDR: they blame everything on mental health, takes little fault for hurting people because of said mental issues, vents to people decently younger than them constantly, and they demand boundaries, but get extremely upset when anyone asks for them to do so for them.

NOTE I didn't directly see any of this, I'm doing this to defend my friends because, no offense, they are kinda letting themselves get walked all over. If anything is wrong please tell me. Do not harass anyone in this situation, no one deserves it.

First up a recap on the first situation with a new moral because talking to your friend made it more obvious what the issue was, you blaming mental health. My friends silver and JJ banned someone from wheezle's easel for in their mind being toxic, the other mods including piacere and their friends didn't feel the person was that bad, but instead of voicing that they went on a rant at how they were never listened to. Even when given an opportunity to unban the person piacere went on about not being listened to while actively ignoring their attempts at giving them an input. They caused my friends to have anxiety attacks and cry, yes they apologized, but only after saying my friends were horrible people. I don't know how you go from that to sorry in a few days and mean that apology. Proof under this, and another situation and perspectives of other people on them.

Now for the new situation i heard of, they were in my friend's server, velon's, and they'd do their constant venting. They were asked to not mention suicide so often and got really upset. More stuff must have happened because like, everyone there says how they would make them super stressed out with how often they'd beg for attention and do things like make sex jokes with people who were uncomfortable with it. Here's people's opinions on it and also i'd check out Typhoonclade's post on them here for more opinions.

Generally they'd vent everywhere around like 16-18 year olds as an almost 20 year old. they'd constantly cry about not getting attention while they got a lot of attention from at least half the active members in our server. And also a lot of weird sexual stuff that granted is hearsay to me but tbhI don't care anymore, there's no way two unrelated people have similar stories. Here's some other stuff of them being mean about people and attention seek-y I have.

Piacere, you won't read this tbh, but just get off the internet, its clear you can't handle it, and you hurt people, for everyone's good, please just get offline. I know real life sucks for you, you'd say it a lot man, but its not an excuse to hurt people who aren't doing anything to you. Just, idk what you should do, other than leave the wider internet.

[that-house]

I recently installed that one firefox extension that puts Mr. Beast in the thumbnails of every video on youtube (which is great if you've ever wanted to be plagued with visions of a grinning white devil) and it made me take a second to think about him and that one Polygon article about how he's subsumed everything he is to win at the content game.

I really appreciate how Mr. Beast is, like, a hollow shell of a person. I don't really like him or care for him, but I can admit to a grudging respect for a man who figured out how to play the content game better than pretty much anyone else.

But it just feels right, you know? He's the closest we'll probably ever get to a God of YouTube, and he lost what made him human along the road to divinity. He's the pinnacle of everything the internet has been leading to for the last few decades, the apex of the apex of those ceaseless, soulless engines of churning content.

He has everything and nothing. He who masters the algorithm cannot break it.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Everything I've Ever Written (on Tumblr)

I have been writing online since 2016. As a result, I have quite the few short stories listed below! They're all from different parts in my writing journey and I hope you enjoy.

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Cinderella Doesn't Believe in Fairy Tales

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Part 4 / Part 5 /Part 6

Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Destiny Universe

You Are the Demon King

The Hero and Hope (part 1) (part 2)

Being Villagers

Heroes and Villains

Therapist for Villains

Juniper and Discus

Self Destruct Villain (flash fiction)

Dandelion (A Villain Story)

You Help Kill Heroes

You are the Shark Hero

Mist into a Tempest

The Civilian and the Reluctant Hero

No Heroes Here

The Spoiler (humor, flash fiction)

You are Legacy

Hero in Title

Dark Lord's Former Coworker

One Minute

The Fae:

You Become Powerful

Your Friend Takes Your Name

Larkin and Yvette

Debt Must Be Repaid (humor flash fiction)

Going to the Hill

The Fae are Free

When They Don't Know (submitted to elsewhereuniversity)

The Chosen One

The Chosen One's Parents

Fate and Mercy and Dead Girls

Amulet to Save Her

Hero's Apprentice (Flash fiction)

The Aftermath of the Chosen One

Wizards Stole My Brother

You are the Chosen One's Knight

The Chosen One is a History Major

You are the Most Powerful Magic User

Time Restarts and She Remembers

Better the Witch than the Kid

Witches

It Was in a Name

The Good Witch of Hawthorne

Berthe the Green Witch

Cursed Mold (flash fiction)

Love isn't Enough

I Can't Believe it's not Proper Adjudication

Devil Deals

The Devil You Know

The Ritual

They Summoned Her on Halloween (flash fiction)

Fairytale Retellings

Ariel and Ursula (age appropriate)

The Gods

Zeus' Son

Faith in Technology

Sci-Fi

Six Red Bulls and Persistence

The Sound of Silence

Emmaline and the Apartment

Humans are Vengeful

Humans Know War (that's why we have diplomacy)

Criminals Forced to Live on as AI (flash fiction)

Misc Fantasy

Wind-Speaker

Wind-Speaker and Her Wife

You Will Become

The Sirens and Leona (flash fiction)

Eldritch Princess (flash fiction)

Princess Maria and the Dragon

Princess Maria is Kidnapped

Immortals are Afraid of Change

Fiona the Dragon

A Violently Won War

Meta Stories

An Abstract Concept

Narrative Town

Narrative Town: Uncle Ralph

Princess Phaedra Breaks

You are a Horror Movie Villain

Ghost Stories

Malevolent Spirits

Your House is Haunted by an Anime Pillow

Don't Open the Door

Grandma's House

Who Is? (flash fiction)

A Face (flash fiction)

Misc.

You Choose Your Fate in Hell

Time Paradox (flash fiction)

You are an Assassin

Multiple Dimension Serial Killer (flash fiction)

An Exercise in Mary Sue

She Comes Back from the Hospital (tw eating disorder)

Roses and Evil (mental health flash fiction)

Big Brother

A Conversation About Anger

Punching Depression

Two Sides (flash fiction)

Immortal Serial Killer in Prison

Theater Romance (flash fiction)

The Lady and the Knight (flash fiction)

Different (flash fiction)

[himufanart]

What's better than a devil you don't know? A devil you do.

[girl-lostconnection]

I just wanna say I love your fruit bat!reader and I just had to think about the boys further misunderstanding when reader maybe has a darker aesthetic, but reader doesn't get at all the connection cause like yeah black's just a neat colour, oh I guess vampires are cool. Wait me? *Mouthful of orange or something* me no fruits all the way? I don't know what you mean.

On one side it would be incredibly funny as misunderstanding but the devil is whispering in my ear so let’s walk the other way.

Imagine Reader freshly selected to join the team, nervous about meeting new people who they read EVERYTHING on, just to be ready.

And no one is hostile, right? They are friendly, almost too friendly, which grates on your nerves a little but you know, maybe you are thinking too much about it?

Works up until the first joke about the vampires, huge wolf operator (you find out later that his call sign is Ghost).

“Know why people don’t like workin’ with vampire bats?”, the question catches you off guard, your eyes snapping to the man’s eyes and you tilt your head to the side. You don’t know him yet, you aren’t sure how much of a reaction is allowed in this circumstance.

“‘Cause they are pain in the neck”, he announces, his brown eyes boring a hole into you, his tail wagging like he is waiting for you to start laughing.

You don’t. You stare right back at him, fingers flexing so the sharp points of your claws dig into your palm and you manage a smile that feels a little too forced.

Big wolf in front of you apparently sees it as well, because you can see the way his jaw flexes under the mask.

So for some reason he decides to give it another go. (Only months later you will find out that Simon was desperately scrambling for all the bat x vampire puns he remembered, thinking that the first one sounded a little too abrasive)

“What drink does bat order at the bar?”, he asks, his left ear giving in a small twitch that catches your eye. He sure is big for the wolf, most of their family you met in the past were tall and lean but this guy is built like a bloody tank.

“What?”, you ask, heart beating a little harder than you’d like it, anxiety coiling in your gut.

“A Bloody Mary”, wolf hums out, his ear giving in another twitch and corners of your mouth curl upwards. Cute.

Wolf’s tail starts to wag again, eyes satisfied as he walks off and you follow him to see your new space and unpack.

Isn’t so bad for the first meeting, right?

But in hindsight every interaction from then on felt…somehow forced. Recurring about blood and meat and fucking Halloween. Remarks about wearing too much black or the way Soap once chuckled at the silver chain with a beautiful red cross. Not a religious symbol but simply an accessory you liked.

It all was piling up so quickly you decided to just…stay on the outside. Maybe that would be better. Maybe they were trying to tell you that they didn’t want a bat and didn’t like bats.

That they didn’t like you.

It takes time to undo and the process is slow — you are a tough nut to crack, but they don’t try to crack you. Just…make amends, yeah?

Your relationship with Simon makes a cycle when he peels you oranges, eyes soft as you devour pieces of peaches.

“Do you know what’s a vegetarian vampire bat’s favourite fruit, luv?”, he hums out, placing a peeled orange in your bowl, something in his tone making you feel fuzzy.

“What is it?”, his tail is wagging and god the way he looks at you makes something tender in your chest ache, you mouth voluntarily falling open when he pushes a piece of peach in it, eyes crinkling.

“A neck-tarine”, Simon murmurs, his tail wagging harder when you laugh after a beat, juices from fruit dripping down your chin.

You shake your head at him in faux disbelief and he grins, popping a slice of orange in his mouth.

“Can do it all night”

You roll your eyes and instinctively smack his hand away when he tries to steal your bowl.

“That’s what I’m afraid of”

[raphaelapproves]

" This quaint little scene is decidedly too middle-of-nowhere for my tastes. "

INDEPENDENT. PRIVATE. SELECTIVE.

WRITTEN BY WALDEN.