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The spooky time of year always makes me want to write again, but then....my blog is sooooo outdated. (Yes, I'm alive - and yes I check in from time to time.)

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𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.

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Super tired today. Gonna poke around a bit, maybe do something small - but I’m worn out from work. I haven’t forgotten you! Starter and replies will come when I don’t have the brainpower of a gnat.

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

FAVORITE COLOR: any shade of blue, though I’m really liking purple these days

CURRENTLY READING: replies on tumblr

LAST SERIES: I’m currently rewatching Word of Honor 

LAST MOVIE: Hellraiser (2022)

SWEET / SPICY / SAVORY: Spicy! The hotter the better. 

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: threads and trying not to fall asleep due to cold medication

tagged by: the lovely @interxstitial  tagging: @vensperus, @tetheredflame, @summerlovedfm, @celestiialmechanics, @legendwrote, @aeipathic, @dreams-of-fate, @rahge, and anyone else that wants to throw down

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@summerlovedfm​ from this: 

Asmodeus gave a wide toothy grin, the smile lighting up his whole face. “Lucky guess, or maybe I’m just really good at reading people.” A small shrug followed as he slid his body onto the stool that had previously been occupied by her reason for needing a drink. “I saw that asshole from over there,” he pointed across the room, toward the other bar area. “It looked like he was giving you a hard time…hence needing a drink.”

“It’s…uh…I’m not sure. Strong. Sweet. Probably toxic, who knows? That bartender over there made it when I said you looked like you could use one. He said you would be happy. I’m Chaewon, by the way,  but my friends call me Asmo. You can call me whatever you’d like.” Flirting was as natural as breathing for Asmodeus; he was, after all, a Prince of Lust. Still, he liked to play it coy. “What’s your name? And what did the guy that was here before me do to piss you off, so I know not to do that?”

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@summerlovedfm​ from this: 

Uriel tsked under his breath, head shaking. “Who would have thought the great ferryman of the dead would turn into a crazy cat lady who likes to pick fights with mere mortals.” Had it been anyone else, the tone would have been mocking, derisive to an extreme, but with Kharon Uriel was simply teasing. “Which loser did you fuck with, and would you like me to kill him?”

Eyebrow raised quizzically, waiting for an answer. Was he serious? Who could tell? Even Uriel himself didn’t know how he would react is Kharon said yes. “I could snap my fingers and turn him into a puddle of ooze…or…” The archangel took a step forward, reading out to take the ice pack. With his other hand, he gently touched the ferryman’s cheek – allowing the grace to collect along the ridges of his fingertips. “I could just heal this silly bruise. Your choice.”

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@summerlovedfm​ from this

“Oh my god.” Eyes rolled as Noah grabbed Skipper gently by the arm. “You can’t do this to yourself. You will waste away to nothing, and then what good would you be? A walking skeleton?” He angled them both toward the street, a plethora of restaurants at their disposal. While he didn’t usually go out of his way to make sure humans were taken care of, he had an imagine to uphold. And…he had to admit that Skipper looked a bit off.  

That he even noticed Skipper’s state annoyed Noah to no end.

“My treat. Anything you want. Pizza? Noodles? Chicken? And don’t say no; this is not a negotiation.” Voice firm, he started heading toward the businesses, but steered clear of a particular shop – one that he knew several hunters frequented. “But not that one. They failed their health inspection. Last thing we need me holding your hair back all night when you get food poisoning.”

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SEOHO MALUS concept photos #1

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@exsanguinatc​ from this starter call (Lucas & Asmodeus)

The blood was annoying, sticky and reeking of iron. His hands scrubbed against one another, trying in vain to wash the evidence down the drain before Lucas made his way into the bathroom. From the sound of the footsteps, it wasn’t likely that he would succeed. “Before you freak out…” He began speaking even before he laid eyes on his companion. “It’s not my blood.” Rivulets of pink water ran down the drain as Asmodeus scrubbed until he was content with the light stain on his skin. “And yes, he deserved it.”

Months had passed since he told Lucas that he was in danger, and those months had been filled with one angel after another attempting to claim the prestige of ending Lucifer’s life. Protecting him, though? It wasn’t something Asmo had ever dreamed himself doing.

And yet…

“He cut me off in traffic, and you know how much I hate that.” The lie slipped easily from his tongue, followed by a sly grin. There was no doubt the lie would be detected, even questioned, but Asmodeus was hoping his charm could deflect long enough for the subject to be changed. “Movie night? I’ll even make dinner.”

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@dreams-of-fate​ from this starter call (Wen Qing & Xie Wang) 

A ringed finger tapped against his jaw, attention fully focused on the way Wen Qing worked. In all his years, Xie Wang had never been one to overly worry if someone lived or died but watching the care she put into the healing of his men was extraordinary. She likely knew they were not the best that society had to offer, and yet she treated each one with the care and patience that she might use with an innocent child. It was…confusing.

“Why do you do it?” he finally asked, unable to contain the curiosity any longer. Was it a divine calling? Penance for the transgressions of a past life? “He got those wounds murdering a chief’s lover, and here you are tending to them as if he was an innocent. Why?” Surely, there had to be more to it than just the promise of a place to stay and freedom from the death sentence that hung over her head? She radiated goodness, and even being the same room with her was a sensation he likened to standing too long in the hot sun. Warm and pleasing until it was too much, and it was time to retreat into the shadows he had become accustomed to over the years. “Do you think he truly deserves such kindness?”

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@exsanguinatc​ from starter call (Astor & Gabriel) 

“I’m convinced that Lucifer created pumpkin spice. It is something my brother would do, without question.” Long fingers idly brushed against Astor’s arm, as Gabriel nodded his head in the direction of the coffee shop. He wanted tea, something to warm the chill that had settled against his skin, but autumn’s most polarizing scent had drifted his way once a passerby opened the door.

Time spent with his companion had been rare of late, too many goings-on both on earth and in the other realms to afford them much alone time. “Which means, of course, that you love it. I bet you have pumpkin spice everything, don’t you? I once saw an advertisement for pumpkin spiced Spam.” Gabriel made a face, disgust evident, and dragged the demon toward the offending smell. “But they have the best tea in the neighborhood, so I’ll make do. Come, and tell me what you’ve been up to lately – and how much you’ve missed my company.”

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Hey….I need to get things rolling again on here, so consider this a starter call. 

Muses are here! 

You can specify yours or mine, I don’t care. Just specify one side. Also, please note that not all of them are nice people (and some pretend to be nice people). 

If we had something and you want to continue it, just let me know and I’ll write you a little something for them. 

[nobilitylost]

Hey....I need to get things rolling again on here, so consider this a starter call. 

Muses are here! 

You can specify yours or mine, I don’t care. Just specify one side. Also, please note that not all of them are nice people (and some pretend to be nice people). 

If we had something and you want to continue it, just let me know and I’ll write you a little something for them. 

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@interxstitial​ said:  ❛ It’s been a long time coming ❜ (to sang jun, from jiwon julien's bitter verse 👀  from this

They said revenge was a dish best served cold, but then Sangjun had never really been one that craved that feeling. Sure, he’d had more than his fair share of run-ins with reasons to be vengeful, but it never sat right with him once all was said and done. He carried an incredible amount of guilt over his father - not that he killed him, anyone with a brain could have seen how that played out – but how he’d let things get as bad as they did before he took control of the situation.

Eyes cast a sideways glance at Julien, lower lip snagged between his teeth. Brows tugged together – an obvious indication that he was concerned. “Yeah, long time.” The words were hollow, tone full of the worry his face so clearly showed. Gone was the usual chipper, hyperactive Sangjun, replaced with one that very few earned the privilege of seeing. “But at what cost?”

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halloween word prompts

eerie fall prompts for your enjoyment! take as you please :)

1. pitch black

2. true crime

3. cabin fever

4. broken mirrors

5. scary movies

6. injuries

7. heights

8. needles

9. potions

10. raking

11. needle in a hay stack

12. harvest moon

13. friday the thirteenth

14. jumps scares

15. clowns

16. haunted maze

17. ghosts

18. sweet tooth

19. black cats

20. pumpkin carving

21. bugs

22. costumes

23. goosebumps

24. trick or treating

25. bones

26. pranks

27. devil

28. poison

29. blood

30. spiders

31. soaked

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@legendwrote​ said:  ❛  There’s a sting in the way you kiss me ❜ (ZZS for Xie Wang) from this

“Perhaps I poisoned you.” Cold metal rings enveloped fingers that traced lightly along the other man’s jawline. There was no malice in his words, no attempt at anything other than coy – if a little sinister – flirtation. Or perhaps it was simply the knowledge that they should not, under any circumstances, be doing what they were currently doing. Pressed against the back wall of an inn, out of the prying eyes of others, dagger softly held in his hidden hand – no threat, at least not yet, he let his lips drag lazily along Zhou Zishu’s once more. “Are you complaining? Again? If so, then perhaps these little clandestine meetings should cease…”

Even as Xie Wang said the words, he knew there was no intent to follow through, and it was that knowledge that made the threat so easily able to pass his lips. For as long as fate stood to the side, kept their destinies from crashing violently against one another, it was safe to play cat and mouse – safe to chase his lips once more. “Or, you could tell me what you’re doing here. What drug you from the Window of Heaven to this…” Eyes shifted, taking in the rather bleak surroundings. “Pit.”

Likely, Xie Wang already knew; they were there for the same thing.

Again.

“Is the most esteemed Prince Jin out of tea again? Have you been relegated to errand boy?” His quiet, soft voice was tinged with a bit of humor, fingers dropping from Zishu’s jawline to trace along the line of this throat. “I’m here to kill someone, but then…you probably already knew that, yes?”

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@rahge​ said:  ❛  Someone’s flesh is rotting tonight ❜ from this

There was a method to his madness, and it was a complicated mess of neurons firing upon neurons as they worked through every possible scenario that could unfold once they stepped foot inside the remnants of the abandoned factory that had been chosen as their game location for the evening. There were a million different things that could be said about Niragi, but methodical wasn’t one of them. He was a spur of the moment kind of guy, impulse made flesh, so the method in his madness was often haphazard and ill-thought out, but tonight…

Tonight, was different.

Tonight, something was wrong.

“As long as it’s not ours,” he spoke drolly, almost as if he wasn’t the least bit concerned that she might be right. Weapon casually resting against his shoulder, he paused his steps long enough to get a read on the building in front of them. Three stories. Dark. Boarded up. Undeniable stench of death. Check. All the things that made walking into it like something seen in a horror movie. “They processed fish here. That’s probably what you smell.”

It wasn’t. But maybe he was trying to make her feel a tiny bit better – one of his exceedingly rare displays of kindness. Then, whatever kindness he’d been trying for disappeared with a harsh laugh. “Or maybe it’s just the idiots who weren’t as smart as us. Let’s go.” A step forward, followed by another slight pause. “Don’t die. It stinks enough already in there.”