#U S E L E S S AND UNGRATEFUL

[seraphicstudying]

No actually I'm going to talk about this I'm so angry.

You're actually going to tell me right in my funky little beady eyes, that Eddie LITERALLY got bat boogie burgered in a HELLSCAPE for a town that WANTED HIM DEAD while Max got revived by some friendship is magic abracadabridoo ???

Nah man fck that sht since when does El deals with the deathly realms? I thought 66 fcking 6 was the death number not 11

AND THEY DIDNT EVEN LAID DOWN HINTS OR NOTHING JUST STRAIGHT UP WANT teehee hand on her heart and boop she lives <3

That's lazy writing.

Like I KNOW Max is but a shell of herself yadda yadda and that sucks bUT WHY DID YOU LET HER LIVE?? OUT OF MISPLACED GUILT?? THIS ISNT ABOUT YOU GIRL

This mad lass got 3 out of 4 limbs snapped, got her sight snatched up by Voldy tentacly twin and felt so much pain that it did a whole 360 and went right back to the point where she didnt feel a n y t h i n g and you're telling me she couldn't have just?? Let her go??? Be at peace??

That was a perfectly reasonable death and you all know it you cowardly chocolat eclaired backbone buffoons.

Let your heroes dies for god sake, and when they do SEND THEM OFF PROPERLY

[strywoven]

@millionsnife has requested a story : For once, it's Knives initiating contact; it's not much, but it's enough. He shoves his jacket in their direction and drops it over their head. He's very pointedly not looking at them. "You looked cold," he mutters gruffly. "So, you can wear it for now."

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Rare are the moments when Knives reaches across the ever-thinning divide between them both.  Whenever he does , Kaen is rightly surprised he thought to bother at all ( he cares , whispers some hopeful part of them , can’t you tell ? but quick are they to dismiss the thought , to cast it aside as another too-optimistic lie ) .  And this time is no different , for suddenly is their vision obscured as the Independent ( rudely , unexpectedly ) deposits his jacket atop their head , the wealth of overgrown fabric fluttering down about their petite form as it settles thereupon them.  Kaen supposes they’ve no right to be so PICKY with how he demonstrates his affection … But sometimes , it might be easier if he thought to be more d i r e c t .  Rather silly of them to think he would ever consider such a tactic.  Knives is hardly like them , who so easily hands away their love ( verily even pieces of their heart ) to others just as easily as BREATHING .  

There comes a few comical moments where nothing happens ; Kaen merely sits there , seemingly stunned to stupor , unmoving and unspeaking.  In reality , their mind is working , wondering after w h a t has gotten them to this point and after w h y they both continue to dance around the obvious in such a way.

Kaen heaves a performative sigh of MOCK ANNOYANCE ( as always , just as he does , they feign frustration ) , one that is loud and audible as scarred fingers pull the jacket off themself.  Head swivels , canting u p to send Knives a rather POINTED squint where he stands adjacent to their shoulder.  They notice he’s not meeting their eye , they notice he’s avoiding their attention.  Despite themself , Kaen s m i l e s , any lingering routine theatrics easily cast aside ( forgive them for being so obviously charmed by this ) .  ❝ Ah’m not cold , ❞ They inform him , a statement that is plainly also a LIE .  Kaen does not bother to return the jacket , however , instead shifting to pull it on ; far be it for them to w a s t e such a gesture ( or to seem ungrateful ) .  ❝ But thanks. ❞  Muffled are the words as they seem to bury themself in the fabric , sinking face beneath the collar and all but VANISHING into cloth.  Endearing is it that the garment gives them such obvious c o m f o r t , like a makeshift shield standing between them and the cruelties of the world that’s not once thought to be kind to them.  It does make them look much SMALLER , though.

Reaching up , the younger takes firm hold of Knives’ wrist and YANKS HIM down to sit beside them.  Not like them ; not usually one to d e m a n d anything of him , but exceptions can be made.  This , then , is one of those few times Kaen feels inclined to ask for more rather than wait around for it to come along on its own.  Once settled , Kaen tilts in place , leaning against his shoulder , closing their eyes with a satisfied s m i l e .  He could very well leave if he wants , but it would be nice if he didn’t.

[countlessrealities]

@omniishambles sent: Here's another one -🔥for Morty about Rick! Multimuse grape vine - Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B

Morty's expression darkens with uneasiness at the request. Roasting Rick? That's always a hazard, even if it won't be the first time he does it. Whenever the two of them fight, they tend to run their mouths and they have ended pushing it a little too far in more than one occasion.

So he knows what to expect and yes, it worries him a little, but the main reason behind his hesitation is another. He has so many things to say, too many, and picking one to start with isn't easy.

"R-Rick is...he's really hard t-to deal with, most of the time," he finally starts, a scowl forming on his face. "H-He is selfish, rude, u-ungrateful, pushy, moody, s-spiteful, stubborn to a fault, cynical, arrogant an-and even cruel at times. H-He's a liar, he is a...a bully, he has a-a huge ego, and he is petty an-and childish and..just mean. H-He so mean. T-To everyone. An-And yeah, it's all...it's a defensive mechanism an-and trauma response an-and fear, but that's no excuse f-for how he treats people. E-Especially the ones who care and support him."

Their family, but Morty himself in particular. He is the person Rick is the closest to, but that also means that he is the one who finds himself suffering at the man's hand the most.

"He...W-We're supposed to be family, an-and more, because I-I'm his best friend, his partner, b-but that just makes it worse. B-Because I know him an-and he doesn't like tha-that I can see past his masks and acts an-and all his bullshit. H-He doesn't like that I can call him out and be right."

How many times had been subjected to his grandfather's nightmarish, petty revenges because he has dared to tell him that he was wrong? Too many to count. Yet, he still does it, because if he didn't, Rick would just keep running on his stupid pride and self-destructive behaviours. In spire of everything, Morty cares too much to let him do it.

"H-He might be the smartest man in the universe, b-but he is also so, so stupid w-when it comes to certain stuff. H-He acts like he is better than anyone, b-but he is...he is a coward. Tha-That's what he is."

Rick will put him through hell if he ever hears him saying this, but the teen has gotten too carried away to care. Besides, someone has to say it and no one else will if he doesn't.

"H-He run every time things get too...c-close to home and h-he can't get over himself and ask for help. H-He is afraid of letting other see him vulnerable b-because he is afraid to let people in. An-And I get it, but it's unfair w-when you have tried to prove to him o-over and over that you're on his side. Tha-That you're there for him, n-no matter how shitty he gets. I-It's not fair that you have to do everything for him an-and he can't just stop acting l-like a scared kid."

He is tired to have his trust broken, to be pushed away, to be lied to and manipulated, to be treated like a mere sidekick or a tool. He is so tired of it all, but he can't give up. Especially since that would mean allowing Rick to give up too. He has to be the bigger person, since the man isn't capable of it.

"An-And yeah, he has been...trying lately, b-but it's not enough. He always f-falls back in bad habits. H-He can make all the excuses he wants, h-he can say that he's trying to...protect us or s-some other crap like that, b-but the truth is that he needs to try harder. W-We've all been patient enough with him. N-Now it's his turn t-to do more. S-So he has to get his shit together an-and prove himself. I-If he doesn't it by himself...I-I'll make him."

His expression hardens even more. "An-And he has better get a grip, b-because he won't like the way I-I'll for his hand."

[oddspeeds-moved]

Day after day , the light brings hope , love and friendship to the world .. but as a wise person once said ( my lmk [ lego monkie kid ] mutuals know who it is. ) , as the light grows , SO TOO DOES ITS SHADOW. The shadow , of course , is the eerie vibes in the air , the wind blowing a mysterious smoke around the land. The night is their playtime , the night is their time to show the world what they can do , to get revenge on the people who have wronged them. Tonight is the night and now until forever ( -- November 1st ) , they will bring hell upon this ungrateful world and they will not stop until this world is nothing but a deserted plane ( or something like that. ). The night shall begin , tomorrow , October 1st .. the start of the countdown to Halloween.

Will you join in the fight to save the world or will you die trying ? What will happen on this night ? What will become of you and this world ? How will you survive ?

-- THIS ISN'T A GAME. THIS NEVER WAS A GAME , STOP WHILE YOU STILL CAN. DON'T LET THEM GET TO YOU. TURN BACK , SAVE YOURSELF. DON'T BECOME LIKE THE REST OF US.

..

T H I S I S A L I E , T H I S I S A L L A L I E. T U R N B A C K. T U R N B A C K. T U R N B A C K. T U R N B A C K. T U R N B --

-- are you ready for round 1 ..... ?

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Mon[day] 17 October 1836

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No kiss - thick, foggy morn[in]g and F[ahrenheit] 48° at 9 1/4 a.m. – br[eak]f[a]st at 8 3/4 - wore 1st ti[me] my new

pelisse that arriv[e]d 20 Aug[u]st last - Mr. Duncan br[ou]ght me a 3 y[ar]ds long broad crape w[hi]ch he merely

put r[oun]d me and tied in front (slipp[e]d one and thro’ the oth[e]r) - off fr[om] the h[ou]se at 9 54/.. - the

fun[era]l process[io]n m[u]ch the sa[me] as for my fath[e]r - a change as to the persons   so[me] of the bearers and mutes – n[o]t

all the sa[me] as then b[u]t ev[ery]th[in]g conduct[e]d m[u]ch the sa[me] as for my fath[e]r – desir[e]d Mr. Jubb

to sit w[i]th me at ch[ur]ch, and we w[e]nt int[o] the Shibd[e]n fam[il]y-pew oppos[i]te the pulpit –

Mr. J- [Jubb] sat dur[in]g the gr[ea]t[e]r part of the service r[ea]d fr[om] the pulpit - I stood the who[le] ti[me] - Mr. Steward

d[i]d the duty ver[y] well – w[i]thout any affectat[io]n – ver[y] simply and impressively – bett[er] pleas[e]d w[i]th his man[ne]r than w[i]th

the vicar’s - off fr[om] here at 9 54/.. - at the ch[ur]ch door in 50 min[ute]s at 10 44/.. - all

ready – alight[e]d immed[iatel]y and foll[owe]d (Mr. Jubb and I) the corpse int[o] the ch[ur]ch - Mr. Steward d[i]d the

who[le] duty in 26 min[ute]s - I stood close over the grave the who[le] ti[me] saw the coffin low[ere]d

and took one last look bef[ore] com[in]g away - It w[a]s the sa[me] vault in w[hi]ch my fath[e]r and I h[a]d

seen my unc[le] laid in 1826 - I saw no trace of my unc[le]’s coffin, yet my a[un]t’s seem[e]d

to sink deep d[o]wn - deeper than I expect[e]d tho’ I h[a]d ord[ere]d it to be laid as deep as poss[ible] –

ho[me] in 3/4 h[ou]r at 12 – h[a]d gone and ret[une]d thro’ N[orth]gate and along the wool-shops, as at my fath[e]r’s fun[era]l –

Mr. Duncan h[a]d so ord[ere]d it - we us[e]d to go d[o]wn Winding hill lane for the mo[re] quiet, b[u]t I

bef[ore] omitt[e]d nam[in]g this to Mr. Duncan, and w[oul]d n[o]t na[me] it now - thankful that this solemn

melanch[ol]y cerem[on]y w[a]s ov[e]r - all w[e]nt off well, and w[i]thout bustle – s[a]t w[i]th A- [Ann] read[in]g

h[e]r Pinnock’s Goldsmith’s Rom[a]n and look[in]g at the plan of old Rome - s[e]nt for Mr. Duncan

at 2, just bef[ore] he w[e]nt away – desir[e]d him to tell Mr. Steward that I w[a]s m[u]ch pleas[e]d w[i]th his

man[ner] of do[in]g the duty – ask[e]d Mr. D- [Duncan] wh[a]t w[a]s us[uall]y giv[e]n as a compl[imen]t - the ch[ur]ch dues

are 1/. for a fun[era]l – so[me] peop[le] ga[ve] a p[ou]nd – so[me] as m[u]ch as £5 but nev[e]r mo[re] - I s[ai]d that consid[erin]g that

at my fath[e]r’s fun[era]l so late[l]y pass[e]d noth[in]g mo[re] than the dues w[a]s giv[e]n and that I mere[l]y wish[e]d to pay

Mr. Stew[ar]d a compl[imen]t I begg[e]d Mr. Duncan to gi[ve] h[i]m w[i]th my comp[limen]ts and th[an]ks 2 sov[erei]gns –

Mr. D- [Duncan] s[ai]d it w[a]s ver[y] handso[me] and seem[e]d m[u]ch pleas[e]d – noth[in]g h[a]d happ[ene]d that annoy[e]d me b[u]t

the York joiners send[in]g up by John Booth to ask for beer - Mr. Duncan th[ou]ght it h[a]d been

the workmen in gen[era]l - I undeceiv[e]d h[i]m – s[ai]d no! there w[a]s n[o]t a man of our own

peop[le] who w[oul]d ha[ve] done s[u]ch a th[in]g - Mr. Duncan and all the peop[le] gone at 2 5/..

the bearers and mutes ret[urne]d w[i]th me, and h[a]d cold meat and Negus aft[er]w[ar]ds, as at my fath[e]r’s

fun[era]l - it w[a]s n[o]t so at my unc[le]’s fun[era]l or bef[ore] - I rem[em]b[e]r my fath[e]r’s say[in]g it h[a]d n[o]t

been the cust[o]m – howev[e]r it w[a]s th[ou]ght right at my fath[e]r’s fun[era]l, and so it I w[oul]d therefo[re] ha[ve]

it at my a[un]t’s - I c[oul]d ha[ve] been attendrie - I c[oul]d ha[ve] h[a]d tearful eyes, and wept to

the people own content, had I chosen to g[ive] way; b[u]t I calm[e]d and turn[e]d my th[ou]ghts as well as

I c[oul]d and seem[e]d undisturb[e]d up[on] my count[enan]ce – b[u]t, my poor a[un]t! she w[a]s ver[y] good to me -

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I hope I shall nev[e]r be ungrateful to, or unmindful of the mem[or]y of her, or of my unc[le]

and I shall shew my real affect[io]n and resp[ec]t by endeav[ouri]ng to do as I kno[w] they w[oul]d best ha[ve]

lik[e]d - I will try to do as well as I can; and may Heaven assist and bless my endeav[ou]r!

A- [Ann] and I chang[e]d our dress - Poor A- [Ann]! she h[a]s been all kind[ne]ss and attent[io]n, and griev[e]d for

my a[un]t as if she h[a]d been her own - we walk[e]d in the walk from 2 55/.. for 1/2 h[ou]r

(fr[om] 2 55/.. to 4 25/..) - then left A- [Ann] in the h[ou]se, and put on my tartan cloak ov[e]r my

pelisse (the ev[enin]g becom[in]g ver[y] damp and foggy) and staid out till 6 – w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann

+ 3 (Jack Green gone ho[me] n[o]t well this aft[ernoo]n) at the dry wall arch[in]g w[i]th Ingham + 2 men

and a boy – g[o]t the centres put on to a new length (anoth[e]r 7 y[ar]ds) this morn[in]g and h[a]d

g[o]t on ver[y] well - then to the Lodge to see poor W[illia]m Pollard – poor[l]y still – dress[e]d –

din[ner] at 6 20/.. coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch - I asleep a wh[ile] on the sofa - then fr[om]

7 3/4 to 8 35/.. wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today – writ[in]g my journ[a]l alw[a]ys does me good –

Mr. Jubb h[a]s been so attent[ive] to my a[un]t, the th[ou]ght str[uck] me as I w[e]nt to ch[ur]ch, to gi[ve] him

a piece of plate, a silv[e]r cup or so[me]th[in]g in testim[on]y of my thanks - I am alw[a]ys gl[a]d

the vic[a]r d[i]d n[o]t co[me] ov[e]r - now I owe h[i]m noth[in]g - my a[un]t lik[e]d him – th[ou]ght mo[re] highly

of him than I ha[ve] ev[e]r done - his talk often exceeds his doing? the last offices were

done by a stranger – b[u]t he d[i]d them impress[ivel]y; and I am satisfi[e]d – ver[y] fine autum[na]l

day. F[ahrenheit] 54° now at 9 40/.. - A- [Ann] and I whi[le] out this aft[ernoo]n talk[e]d of the prob[able] exp[ense] of trav[ellin]g

etc. etc.  I s[ai]d we w[oul]d be off as soon as we c[oul]d b[u]t d[i]d n[o]t hint at any partic[ula]r ti[me] – s[ai]d

we w[oul]d form no plans now b[u]t to be at Rome next Easter if we c[oul]d - sat calculat[i]ng

my inco[me] – mak[in]g out rough rent[a]l etc. till 10 10/.. p.m. - then sat w[i]th A-  [Ann] look[in]g

int[o] Hallam, hist[or]y of the mid[dle] ages, till aft[e]r 11 –

[strywoven-moved]

@algizkali​ asked : ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck - zeus @ hekate ( this would be 100% either protective or calm down don't do anything rash @ hekate )

PROMPTED.

          W r a t h is not a domain the she-titan frequents ( not so much like ares , like aphrodite , like the embittered ancient-blooded entities forced into exile after the war ) ; she is neither a stranger to mortal impudence nor ungratefulness , never once THANKED for bestowing unto them the grand gift of the arcane ( the mother of magic so-called ) .  But to be so discredited , so discouraged , and so DISRESPECTED— It was more than she would allow.  Not once , not twice , had she warned these children to mind their place / to quell their too-spirited voices and s t i l l they had not listened !  P e n a n c e demanded to be paid ; restitution should be returned for the damages done not only to divine ego but to the humble shop and shrine these groveling offspring had chosen to vandalize.  It would have been MERCIFUL , Hekate knows , if she was given the way to enact her will.  Should it have been anyone else – any other of her kin – these children would no longer have existed.

          No sooner has the magic begun to brew , the power-fraught c h i l l spoiling the air and charming her sharpened spellweaving fingertips , then it suddenly dulls when another presence steps in.  She registers who it is even ‘fore she turns her gaze to look at him— His hand clasps ‘round the nape of her neck ; firm , assuring , his voice a low and calming r u m b l e at her ear muttering something to quell the burgeoning need for ( deserved ) punishment.  The child already ensnared in the dark spools of her magic is slowly lowered back to the ground , quick to run the moment his feet return safely to the ground ( mostly ) unharmed.

          Watching the boy and his flock of friends disappear back down the path they’d come , Hekate sighs.  “Zeus,” Acknowledging him , tilting her head to look up towards her god-brother.  “Did I ever mention you’ve IMPECCABLE timing ?”  She can’t help but mirror his smile , shaking her head and gesturing at the mess the youth have made.  “These days , there is no respect in them.  I caught them throwing stones.”  Literally.  An offense most of her brethren would not have tolerated.  Perhaps it was in part deserved ; she d i d elect to serve her immortality living among them and helping them.  “I thought a lesson was in order.”  She snorts softly.  “But I suppose it would have solved rather little.  Though I still say they would have DESERVED IT .”

[brokenalibi]

@hawkinscrimes​  said:  ❝   do  you  know  what  it  feels  like  to  drown?   ❞

     Sid  never  learned  how  to  swim.  He  was  petrified  of  the  water  and  for  good  reason.  When  he  was  younger,  there  were  a  couple  times  where  Sherri  would  pretend  to  be  a  loving  mother  for  the  day  and  take  her  ❛  ungrateful  brats  ❜  out,  yet  it  was  always  just  a  cover  up  for  her  to  find  a  way  to  sneak  in  some  time  with  Nikki.  A  man  who  (  unlike  Sid's  father  )  only  loved  her  for  what  p  l  e  a  s  u  r  e  she  provided  him  and  stolen  money.  The  memory  of  that  day  smacks  him  in  the  face.

     The  air  was  hot,  yet  the  water  was  freezing.  The  breeze  carried  the  smell  of  the  trees  and  food  being  burnt  on  the  grill.  His  mother  insisted  he  go  in  the  water.  He  dipped  a  toe  in,  then  slowly  walked  out  into  the  water.  With  each  step  feeling  a  bit  better  than  the  one  before.  Instead  of  being  watched  by  his  mother,  it  was  Joan  who  kept  an  eye  on  him,  and  she  quickly  realized  that  Sherri  didn't  put  on  his  floaties.  Another  step  forward,  another,  and  another.  Sid  was  slowly  starting  to  enjoy  it,  then  he  slips.  He  didn't  realize  he  was  standing  on  a  rock.  Body  flopping  around  in  attempts  to  keep  himself  afloat,  with  each  breath  he  screamed  for  his  mother  who  was  too  busy  to  watch  her  children,  he  can  feel  water  filling  his  lungs,  and  each  time  his  head  went  under  water,  it  was  longer  than  before.

     He  doesn't  remember  Joan  pulling  him  out  the  water,  he  doesn't  remember  Kurt  screaming  and  crying,  he  doesn't  remember  Joan  cursing  out  Sherri  and  putting  her  hands  on  their  mother.  All  he  remembers  is  the  fear  he  felt.

     Sid  snaps  back  to  reality,  taking  a  moment  to  clear  his  head  before  he  looks  at  the  other.  ❝  It's  some  scary  shit...  that's  all  I  can  really  say...  ❞

[dcvotion]

@blackdino23​​ said: I would like to say somethings about the softy buns that is @hyaciiintho! I love their take and Link and I lover their take on Riku! That are Softy buns that deserve all the choco Huggles! (I KNOW WHAT I DID! DON'T QUESTION ME OR I WILL COME OVER THERE!!!)

Anonymous said: Can we send in positivity for you? Because youre a sweet soul 💕 ★                 Gush about someone you love and I’ll @ them !! || ⭑

❀ || I... I see what y’all are doing... but I meant send in positivity for SOMEONE ELSE-- Thank you though, I greatly appreciate it ♡ lots and lots gdjhfs

[ace-with--a-mace]

im in ✨pain✨

[littlespaceporgs]

I AM HERE TO DECLARE MY UNDYING LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR REN!!! @thegoodbatch

I love u and your work (even though I literally only just figured out who you were on tumblr omg) and stuff the ungrateful readers honestly ✨✨

[strywoven]

@hhemeraa has requested a story : Deity stares down at Kaen with a foreboding smile, aura radiating more power and seriousness than the usual playful cheeriness he was apt to have with them. "...I have a task for you." A Command. A rarity since he was never one to command them to do anything. It's always been influence and suggestion, corruption coddled with kindness, yet here he comes to them not as the friendly parent, but as a god. "To the south... There is a man with one eye and a hand with no fingers, a foot with no toes. He has failed time and time again to offer me something worthwhile for the prayers he begs of me, and his attempts have finally caught my attention like... a fly at a stain glass window." Hands gently pet against the curl of their hair, squishing it against their cheeks, "Find out what he wants. Pass judgement on my behalf. Do whatever you deem acceptable and come back. I'͈̰͕ll̯̼̹̫͔̪ͅ ̷͚͙̙̬͍b̞͇͜e͞ ͉͘wa̯͞ͅt͈͍͕̥̯c̶̯̺̼ͅh͝i̶n҉͇͙̩̲̻̟g̞͇͎̩̫͙̖.͓͔̱͝"

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ A task , ❞ Repeats it not as a question , but rather with an inflection of s u r p r i s e d curiosity ( been a while since he came to them specifically for a special project , hasn’t it ? ) .  Then , in truth , as one of the higher disciples , there leaves little room for wondering after the reasons behind anything , least of all , the God’s whims ; they are meant to FOLLOW , not QUESTION .  ❝ O’course , Abel , wha’e’er ye need. ❞  And they mean that.  Says it with own smile , though their own could n e v e r be quite as serious nor as terrifying as His is now.  Even with their soft-edged disposition ( lending to the every so often mockery from their ranked fellows ) , there’s no doubt to the doe’s willingness and loyalty.

Setting the last of the misplaced books back into place , Kaen gives Him their full attention , hands folding together at their front as they listen obediently to His words.  It does seem a bit STRANGE that Abel would pointedly tell them to do something ( after all , everything they did was of own will with little more influence from the god than a steady hand to stay their course )— But , they suppose , that must mean it is i m p o r t a n t ; that it is something that truly need be taken care of.  And sure enough , their assumptions are correct.  There’s someone – a man , they are told as much as shown ( the vision of him flashing behind their mismatched eye ) – who needs … A correction , who needs to face JUDGMENT .  Even with the hands clasped to their cheeks , Kaen is sure Abel can see the color begin to drain from their fawn-like cheeks.  Defending and protecting is one thing and comes easily to them , but this is another realm entirely !  Flattered as they are that Abel is putting such faith in them ( & giving them no means to refuse ) , Kaen cannot suppress the momentary look of transparent u n c e r t a i n t y that crosses their features.

❝ Thank ye fer trustin’ me wit’ this , ❞ They say finally , closing their eyes and pulling out of His too-warm touch , stepping away from the glare of His aura.  ❝ Ah will find ‘im an’ do yer will. ❞  This must also be another t e s t for them , it has to be , why else challenge them in such a way ?  Kaen lifts their head , meets Abel’s eye with a determined expression , own fire-touched aura rising to crackle ‘gainst His ‘fore they bow and duck out of the room to gather what they need for the journey South.  If luck be in their favor , this would be over and done with easily ⸺

⸺ If o n l y .

The man lives in squalor ; ungrateful and rude and bitter to the world ( not so dissimilar to many of abel’s underlings in their early shades ) , greeting Kaen with one of the most disgusted sneers they’ve ever had the displeasure of beholding , ❝ Hah , so that God’s jus’ gotten too busy to talk to the commonfolk now , huh ?  He thinks sending His Saints to talk to us makes things better ?  How is that fair ?  After what I’ve done ?  After what I’ve been through ? ❞

Kaen remains placid , keeps themself calm despite his overwhelming distaste for their presence in his reeking , dilapidated home.  Arms cross , hip cocks ; they give off the air of uncaring , of nonchalance in the face of his aggressing.  Still , they remain t e n s e d , poised to react if he thinks it wise to attack.  It’s funny that he thinks they’re a SAINT of all things , if he thinks they’re one of the high-disciples , he has bigger and far w o r s e creatures to fear.  ❝ Ah tol’ ye , Ah’m ‘ere ta’ find … A resolution ta’ yer problems. ❞  Not exactly a lie.  ❝ So , it would be nice if ye could cooperate , aye ?  Would make things easier fer both o’ us. ❞

❝ Bullshit , ❞ He spits at their feet , ❝ I’m not tellin’ you a goddamn thing.  I don’t answer to you. ❞

A sniff , shoulders lifting as hand waves dismissively , ❝ Suit yerself. ❞

He seems satisfied when they start walking back to the door , but frown when they stop resting their hands against the cracked doorframe.  He squints narrowly at them , at the queer motion of their palms over the wood , starting to get up from his chair , ❝ H- hey what d’you think you’re— ❞

In an instant the entrance is engulfed in fire , and the man topples to the ground , dazed and gawking in TERROR ‘fore beginning to scramble away towards the exit at the back of the hovel while the flames lick a quick-burning trail through the entire space , devouring everything it touches.  Kaen reaches through the flames – unharmed , wreathed in smoldering power – grabbing him by the roots of his thinning hair and wrenching back towards the ravenous inferno.

❝ H- how … ?! ❞  He manages to choke out.

❝ ‘S a secret. ❞  Kaen replies simply , ❝ Now , ‘re ye gonna cooperate ‘r not ?  Ah dun’ really care if ye live ‘r die.  An’ far as Ah’ve seen , it wouldnae matter if Ah let ye burn ta’ death right now. ❞

With the imminent threat of BURNING ALIVE the man suddenly becomes quite amicable , confessing to his desperation , to his misery , to his sins and how he’s come to live with so many regrets and OH PLEASE don’t let him die like this— Kaen considers it ( what would abel do ? would he be so forgiving of a man who lied & refused to offer anything in return for his blessings ? ) .  The answer comes simply to them : no.  And suddenly , they are not sure which is worse ; the fact that they understand what must be done as if , even now , Abel steadies their hand , or the fact that it seems to be another n e c e s s a r y act in His name.

❝ Ah’m s o sorreh , ❞ Though there’s no sincerity in the sentiment , nor a trace of remorse on their sweetly smiling features alighted by the raging tongues of fire which casts them in an infernal gleam , ❝ But penance mus’ be paid. ❞  The man is sentenced to burn in his home , forgotten and unforgiven with soul and body both disfigured beyond recognition whenever he happens to be found , but not before Kaen tears out his tongue – the tongue of a l i a r – which they dutifully bring back to Abel as a memento.

[ayushing]

A- Asshole Boys

B - BT boys

C - Crybabys

D - Douchebags

E - Ewww boys

F - Fuck boys

G - Gamer boys

H - Hot boys?

I - I don't need boys, I hate boys

J - Jerk boys

K - Khassi boys

L - Lame boys

M - Mf boys

N - NO BOYS

O - Ollu ke pathe boys

P - Playbois

Q - Qt boys

R - Rich boys

S - Stfu Boys

T - Toxic boys

U - Unbelievable, Ungrateful boys

V - Vampires over boys

W - Wtf boys

X - X boys

Y - Yuck boys

Z - Zombie boys

@ridixcube <3 : crime partner⚔️🔪

Lexicon

[demonlandline]

I've been tagged by a few people (@luddlebubble, @raisesomehale and @youreridiculouslove I think) to do the spell out your URL with songs thing so here goes.

B - Blink Twice - Joy Oladokun

U - Ungrateful Eyes - Jon Bellion

T - That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham

T - To Pretend - Ro

H - Harmony Hall - Vampire Weekend

E - Everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

R - Radio Silence - Gretta Ray

E - Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco

S - Symptomatic - Peach PRC

W - Way Less Sad - AJR

O - One Foot in Front of the Other - Griff

L - Lost Boy's Life - Computer Games

V - VOID - Lil Nas X

E - Eet - Regina Spektor

S - So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek

I feel like most my mutuals have been tagged in this at some point but if you haven't please accept this smooch from me and do this if you want to, it's fun I promise.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

so this morning, while scrolling through my fb feed, i came across an nyt opinion/advice piece from a 27yo (ie basically me lmao) who is obviously lucky, in a sense, to finally land their “dream job using my (their) skills” etc. like obvs i can’t read it bc of the stupid “you get one free article a month if you either don’t have an account or subscription” (my one free article was used up reading an article about adult adhd like last week)….. thing that nyt does.

but anyway. back on topic lol. the crux of the article in both the headline and the quote snippet was that the advice asker was really dissatisfied with the 40 hour work week that came with her “dream job”. with how having this 40hr workweek gave her no time to do her busy chores like house cleaning or laundry or didn’t even give her time to let her have her hobbies/creative pursuits (whatever they were/are).

however, in the comments on the article (and apparently from those who read the article on the comments, the advice/opinion column writer) a good bunch of like gen Xer’s and baby boomers (im assuming) were ganging up on the asker like “suck it up princess, it’s what life is!!! i work 70+ hours a week and LOVE IT and have just resigned myself to the fact that i have NO time left over to do my “chores”! learn to O U T S O U R C E these life admin tasks to someone else!!! everyone MUST LEARN this in america!!! it makes life so much easier ☺️” and such.

of course, there were plenty of the same bs comments that you see on anything about careers or home ownership towards millennials/gen Z’ers about “learn to go WITHOUT and save save save and squander your time so that you NEVER live and HAVE FUN or TIME FOR HOBBIES! my bet is that your parents did that and they survived just fine while also raising your ungrateful spiteful ass (not including any type of health issues they might have picked up from such long hours/shitty working conditions) so why can’t you just L E A R N to do the same you precious spoilt brat!!! because the reality of Real Life™️ is that you can’t have it both ways!!! then you’ll have early retirement guaranteed, hopefully!!! and know that hobbies really are time wasters most of the time ☺️ or at least they were for me!!! and your precious so-called “creative pursuits” most definitely are time wasters. no one needs THOSE.” and so on so forth.

they also had jibes for her bc the asker wanted to start a family at some point apparently… and apparently it’s “much worse” once you have kids. like. thanks geraldine and henry. you’ve just told us how much you’ve resented having your kids/family in one fell swoop. your opinion which you’ve framed as unhelpful, condescending advice is now voided.

like. i don’t know how rhonda or paul or deandra or philip could miss the point so fucking entirely. why the fuck should anyone- nay everyone (bc that’s what they make it sound like)- learn to outsource their busy chores like laundry/house cleaning/grocery shopping or god knows what else- to someone else???? why is that apparently a standard expected to be learnt in the US???

like why the fuck are you so desperate for people not to have free time to do these things (unless of course they live in some of those shitty nyc or other big city apartment blocks that don’t come with individual private laundries in the self-contained flats or a communal laundry on like the bottom floor or w/e for example) frank????

deidre why the hell are you so bitterly hankering about “be grateful that you have it easier than most and learn that hobbies mean jackshit and just sell your soul and time to your boss!!! when will the generation stopping being “me me me!!!” and “work life balance!” and think about the company’s bottom line!! learn that “work life balance” is never important! work like a slave for 50 years and see if your valuable experience is needed then! that’s when you’ll learn that those hours where you were never being lazy, instead of just expecting life to be handed to you, will have paid off!” or whatever other ridiculously toxic capitalist bullshit they were spitting out.

obviously there were FAR MORE people actually supporting the question asker and echoing the idea that the 40hr workweek is now redundant. they were also putting down the opinion/advice piece writer’s advice to the asker….. that was apparently similar to the all the bitter people on the comments saying that the 27yo was just “asking for too much” and had to “learn to suck it up instead of being a petulant and overly selfish dick!!” etc etc etc. we all know the spiel as thoroughly as the macarena now.

because whats so fucking wrong with wanting time to yourself and wanting time to do your busy chores??? why the fuck should i be outsourcing these to other people (unless of course you’re still living at home and your parents are still like “hey what clothes do you need washed i’m doing a load rn” or you have a partner that works from home or has some type of parental leave etc)???? i want to do my own laundry. i want to do my own gardening (ok lawn mowing or tree lopping (if needed) i’d actually outsource bc i can’t lift or push lawn mowers bc they’re heavy af for me or and i obvs can’t use a chainsaw)… but i want to do my own grocery shopping. i want to do my own cooking (although i would consider the meal kit services once i had job that allowed me to afford like $50 a month for one of those meal kits sub services) i want to do my own cleaning.

why, if i lived in the US and not australia, am i just expected to learn to outsource all of these tasks even if i don’t have the money for it??? like why the actual fuck are so many of you so fucking weirdly proud of being absolutely worked into the fucking ground for your “great country” (although this is actually bleeding through to australia too and i hate it); working like literally close to 100 hours a week???

because i wasn’t aware you had to be whatever the fuck his name is from 127 hours and cut your fucking limbs off just to fucking survive a job in either corporate america or just let alone any goddamned job in america….. all so they can supposedly “learn to like working for free and devaluing your worth even more to your employer through overworking yourself and always being available!!! mental health is for those who aren’t built for the Real Adult World™️!!! this person is a prime example of the younger generations being weak and dissatisfied with life so often because of their “oh poor little me!!! care for me!!” act. NO ONE CARES FOR YOU today. stop being so over-expectant/demanding and juvenile!!! only YOU care yourself and you should NEVER expect someone else to pick you up from YOUR bootstraps!!! you’re fucking whiny and conceited babies. the lot of you!!!”

because i honestly don’t know who the fuck would enjoy working 70+ hours week with no time to themselves to do what they enjoy doing…. or enjoy having zilch time to catch up on errands and life admin duties or just general house chores; especially if you’ve moved cities or an entire fucking state/s away from your family and support network. let alone doing the same thing on 40 hours a week.

and on top of everything, let’s not even get started on the time spent commuting to and from work or even commuting for life errands/tasks etc etc- especially if you’re like me and you’re nowhere near the capital city’s centre (ie sydney australia for me) for there to be reliable enough public transport and longer commute times to certain places in those cities (that i’ve bitched about plenty before on other posts on here about work/jobs).

get your head out of your asses warren and viola et al and realise that work life balance is literally NOT ASKING FOR MUCH and is asking employers to just have basic respect for their employees time if they work fulltime. it’s literally detrimental to ones health if they have to sacrifice what feels like (or what is literally like) their entire fucking existence to their employer just for meagre pay and just to fucking survive.

because i read a heart-breaking article last night from huffpost (posted by buzzfeed on fb) about a woman in the US who literally hid her having a second baby from her employer for an entire fucking year (literally the entire pregnancy and birth of the baby and the first 6 months post pushing the baby out) during the pandemic all because she was scared she would get demoted or lose her leading of a project and lose her bs “temp” job which had really turned into full time work although the employer never said anything about it being actually full time hours or whatever…. and plus the lady herself was apparently to scared to ask to be put on the books fulltime too for some weird reason.

like honestly. fuck capitalism. fuck thinking that “work life balance is just too hard for employers to add and regulate. it’s an excuse and ploy for workers to be unprofessional, unproductive and lazy!” or whatever the fuck. everyone deserves time to themselves to pursue their interests/hobbies and busy chores/life admin. no one deserves to waste their entire life working 70+ work weeks for those employers who literally have no respect for their employees personal lives and time.

and particularly during the time that is the pandemic as we’ve seen so many companies having to learn to wholeheartedly embrace working from home and more flexible schedules for their workers. worklife balance is absolutely fucking beneficial for everyone involved.

america fix your bullshit work ethic right now lmao.

[blueprint-han]

smthng platonic w jeongin pls

*:･ﾟ✧ dorky birthday party with jeongin | fluff | 245 words | no warnings

“Okay blow the candle.”

“Y/N, th-there’s literally one candle and it’s already blown out by the wind because you wouldn’t let me pull the curtains.” Jeongin’s expression is almost offending, as through he doesn’t understand the timely tradition of making a wish over your birthday cake.

“Shush, you mood killer. You’re fucking up the vibe.” You chide him playfully, swatting at his shoulder as you gesture towards the cake. It’s a rich strawberry cake, one you've procured after countless runs to the cake shop next door and fixing a case of a weird mix-up between yours’s and another customer’s order.

“We’re sitting in an almost empty room with a cake with no lit candles, and with Snapping playing in the background. What vibes could these possibly be?” You understand the sarcasm in his tone, but you nevertheless swat his arm again, ignoring the yelp he lets out.

“Wow, you’re ungrateful.” You roll your eyes. When they meet Jeongin’s, you freeze in your position for two seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“We’re such dorks.” Jeongin laughs right along, sinking into the couch.

“Well then,” You pick up the cake in your hands, holding it in front of you as you gesture Jeongin to pick up the matchbox. He lights the candle — surprisingly it doesn’t blow out because of the wind — and smiles at you, his jet black eyes sparkling under the warm light of the candle.

“A happy dorky birthday to you!”

*:･ﾟ✧ find the other blurbs here!

[stumacherstan]

I'm honestly so obsessed with your Demetri yandere alphabet can you do one for our tall boi Felix, I feel like hes defo gonna be interesting

a/n: i love felix 😌 and i’m glad you loved demetri’s alphabet. best part about Meyer not going into too much about the volturi characters is that you get to make up some of their personalities!

Felix Volturi yandere alphabet

A- Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them suddenly click?

Felix has always been more composed yet still holding laidback as a title, he never expected for anything to click

but awhile on a mission to bella, he and Demetri decided to tour around the lame town and he smelled you. your delightful scent.

Felix knew he had to have you.

B- Blood- If they’re extreme how messy are they willing to get?

Felix is totally a fighter and by no means a pussy

he’s totally willing to get messy and as messy as he can without raising suspicion for you

C- Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

Felix actually does try, surprisingly. but only because he doesn’t want to purposefully start a war when only the volturi knows about his attraction to a human

he tries to suppress the jealousy since you don’t even know he exists but he wants nothing more to make the whole town perish for you

Felix doesn’t end up lashing out, just takes you. (after three months of getting to know you. my man has will and composure.)

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

they’re disgusting humans who tried to get to you, absolutely not.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

Felix can be intense but he prefers to show his more laidback side so you can be more comfortable with him. after all, he’s your only friend

however he gets intense slowly if you don’t start feeling the same way, rough hand holding. sly lustful winks at your way. dirty whispers in your ear that he knows everybody else can hear.

you’re his. get use to it.

F-Fight, How would they feel if you fought back against them?

ngl, his pride is wounded lmaooo

like he’s been doing everything “right” so why are you so ungrateful

let him love you.

G- Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

he actually doesn’t enjoy the fearful expression, he does enjoy hearing your heart point

the running only happens once because he’ll just speed and catch you.

H- Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

the worst experience with him is when gets angry with you for still being tense and uncomfortable around him

it’s so awkward and tense for you as you watch him try to calm down so he doesn’t break anything

remember, he can break you. that’s what’s most terrifying as you watch him fume

I- Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throughout the events that unfold?

just flinches when he raises his voice and sometimes homesickness

you got use to a lot so you’re okay for the most part

just a little more anxiety. so you’re pretty okay

J- Jet- How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

after a week of actually talking to you, god you smell so good and your voice is so sweet.

K- Kill- Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

He killed one person before he just grabbed you and took you home with him

they were just getting to close to your heart. Felix didn’t like that.

L-Lonely, How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

Never lonely. you’re always with him :)

but if for some reason you were not, he would feel hella empty and act like a child internally.

M- Might: How aggressive would they be towards you?

Felix can be a hit or miss with his aggression.

because he can either be sometimes sexually aggressive with you as your blood is intoxicating to him but he tries to control himself as to not scare you

or he can be down right passive aggressive with you (only you) as time goes by if you don’t feel the same way

or! he won’t even show emotion when he sometimes frustrated by you.

N- Next: Would they ever move on after you?

you’d probably be turned so you’ll be with him for all of eternity

but if you were to die, i don’t think he would. he would just be a shell of the armored vampire he is.

O- Oppression- How many rights would they take away from you?

Felix wouldn’t try to take too many rights away from you. actually uses rights to his advantage

like you can leave! just with him by your side! let’s go see italy amore

P- Prize: Would they consider this a game?

no. love is not a game for him.

Q- Quality: Would they to be secretive or be flashy about what they do?

considering it’s the volturi, he would have to be secretive.

R- Rain: Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

no, you can leave sometimes :)

S- Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

Felix would stalk you so hard in between the times he could

he wanted to know everything about you

and he’s so fast that you know somebody is watching you but never see him

T-Turmoil, Would they force you to team up with them?

Felix knows it’ll put a strain on you but it’s either you be with the volturi or be locked up

and he does quite enjoying your face. very nice 10/10

U-Usage, Would they use you to get what they desire?

he’ll use little things you like/want to his advantage.

oh well he got this for you! now you have to do something for him :)

V- Version: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Felix wouldn’t kill the people around you that talk to you

he can’t risk all the bloodshed and everybody noticing his presence

he’s not reckless like most yanderes

W-Wild Card, a random yandere headcannon.

You’re the second person to actually get use to felix quite faster causing him delight. Felix rewards you with your favorite things. once you actually get use to the life, Felix spoils you endlessly.

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

Felix is all about keeping his composure so he hides his anger

but the raise of his eyebrow and his eyes turning black says it all

he gets so fucking furious that when you didn’t know about him at first

he actually drank an animal as to not attack anybody and harm you

Y- Yander: How many crimes would they commit?

if he could, he would commit all of them

but he only commits like three so yk

Z-Zesty letters, give me your own and I’ll answer it!