#cuz every part of them is poisonous

[honorthysalad]

can't tell if I'm crazy or if I actually figured out what plants hikaru died by.

[heartsforhavik]

admirer! yandere boy x hitman! reader

✰ warnings: murder, mentions of blood and poison, stalking, obsessiveness, regular yandere tendencies, reader is a hitman, reader is also a fake ass bitch, lowercase intended, gender neutral reader and no use of y/n. i do not condone yanderes irl or the themes in this fic.

✰ a/n: hey guys so i saw people on tiktok playing yandere simulator and implementing an admirer/stalker in the game. inspiration struck and i thought i’d write something based off of that. if this is well-liked i may write another part. i’m also hoping to write more frequently cuz it’s summer now!! expect more frequent updates and some reqs to finally be written :) also, i was hoping you guys could comment or message some name ideas for our little admirer!yandere boy…

you thought you got away with it. you were hired to eliminate a student in your class, and nobody ever found out it was you. you were able to show up to school the next week, unbothered, even though the staff and students were weeping over the loss of their classmate. you were even at the late student’s funeral, standing amongst the sea of supporters dressed in black, and not a single soul knew it was you.

except for one. it was a boy that was in your class. he sat behind you, staring at the back of your head every day, hoping you’d talk to him. hoping you’d look at him. he was completely and utterly infatuated with you. he knew your entire schedule, address, interests, and more. for someone that killed people for a living, you somehow never noticed the boy that followed you everywhere you went.

he was the one that noticed your crime. he saw when you slipped a poison into your fellow classmate’s food, and watched them cough up blood for a couple minutes before they died. if a regular student witnessed what you did, they would run away and report you. but your little admirer just stood and grinned. oh, how pretty you looked with blood on your skin. you were so skilled at your job, how could he not admire your work?

he didn’t tell a single soul. he already found out about your twisted job long ago, he just never had the luck to see it in person. it didn’t phase him in the slightest. in fact, it made him want you even more. he even went home that day and ranted to his wall about what he saw. how he wanted to go up to you and compliment your skills, how mesmerizing you were when you swiftly disposed of the evidence, how strong you were to simply go on with your other classes as if nothing happened.

the week after that student’s funeral, it was deemed a self-inflicted death. there were new posters all over the walls with phrases such as: “you are loved!” or “you are not alone!” to prevent the incident from occurring again. your stalker felt overjoyed. you were getting away with it! he couldn’t be more proud of you. he decided to let you know how he felt as quickly as possible. he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.

during your first class, you felt a tap on your shoulder. the scrawny boy behind you held up a small, folded sheet of paper with shaky hands. you took the paper and gave a fake smile to the boy. when you opened the note, you read: “meet me on the roof during lunch.”

you had to keep up your “friendly” reputation at school, so you couldn’t reject him. that’s why you reluctantly went up to the roof.

however, he was panicked. he immediately regretted his decision the moment you read his note. he couldn’t focus during his other classes because of how nervous he was.

but he couldn’t just leave you hanging, so he went up to the rooftop anyway.

“so.. what’s your na-“

“i love you!” the boy blurted out, interrupting your attempt at a kind greeting. his sudden confession left you speechless, and you had no clue how to respond.

he waited for your answer, hoping you weren’t disgusted. he stood with his hands tightly gripping his shirt, staring at the floor. he was too scared to look up at your face.

after a painfully long minute, he opened his mouth again. “i… have been watching you for a while. i am in love with you. every day, i only think of you. i kept it a secret for a while, but after i saw how you killed that studen-”

you quickly pinned him to the wall with your arm buried into his neck. “shut your mouth!” you scolded, looking around to see if anyone heard him.

“listen man, i don’t know who you are. but you’re sounding like a real fuckin’ freak, and you saw what i did. give me one good reason why i should spare your life.” you threatened.

“i’m on your side! i swear! i meant that i was amazed by what i saw! i’ve always been in love with you, but seeing what you did made me fall even harder. you looked so good with blood on your face, by the way.” he babbled, pathetically choking out praises in hopes that you would believe him.

you scoffed. “and how do i know you’re not coming up with some random bullshit so i don’t kill you?”

“i never reported you! it’s been a week and i never told a single soul what i saw. if i didn’t love you, i would’ve told someone. but i didn’t! because i really, truly love you. please give me a chance, i’ll be the best boyfriend ever! i’ll do your homework, i’ll cook and clean for you, and i know all your favorite shows and movies so i can talk to you about them!” he rambled.

as fun as that sounded, you really weren’t looking for a boyfriend at the moment. you were too busy. besides, even if you did want a boyfriend, this guy would be nowhere near your top picks.

“i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t even know you! plus, no matter what you say, you still saw what i did. i won’t let you leave this roof alive.” you declared.

“nononono please, i’ll help you! i’ll assist you in killing people or something. i’ll do anything to prove my love. just give me a chance to be with you. listen, you can give me a month, and if you still don’t like me, you can kill me.” he proposed.

you thought about it for a moment. it didn’t sound like a bad idea. this guy’s willing to be a free, personal assistant. he could take a lot of weight off your chest if he helped with your work. and you knew a guy this scrawny could never beat you in a fight, so if anything goes wrong, you can eliminate him easily.

“you got yourself a deal, pipsqueak. you have 30 days. impress me, and maybe i’ll let you off the hook. but if you snitch on me, or if i still don’t like you by the end of the month, i’ll snap your neck.”

“so you’re giving me a chance? thank you so much! i won’t let you down.” the boy cheered.

you sighed. “you better not.”

it’s gonna be a long month.

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[shijiujun]

WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH 莲花楼 MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK

Guess I’m back for another rec, you know I’m there when I get minimum two bromance dudes and historical and OOMPH if you liked The Blood of Youth this might be up your lane!! Slightly similar main character premise but super good, the trope never gets old!!

TL;DR

- Stupid disciple + his (unknowing) shifu - Enemy bros “where is my shixiong’s remains?!” + “defeat me and find out” vibes who have to work together and form their deep friendship and get past misunderstanding and mystery blah blah love it - All-powerful legendary swordsman losing all his powers and becoming a legendary physician - Everything is about dead shixiong we don’t even know how the man looks like - Investigations and jianghu shenanigans, cases!!!  - Uwu puppy dog and good in martial arts disciple and his sickly, ex-legendary and still cool shifu who doesn’t know he’s a shifu LMAO - Yes uwu bromance, especially cuz shifu is DYING and he is WEAK and he gonna spit out blood and faint everywhere as they find cure for him 

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AIRING DEETS

Total episodes: 40

Premiered on: July 23

VIP ends: August 18

Can be watched from iQiyi

Airing schedule: 6 episodes on the first day, 2 episodes everyday after for 6 days, then 8 episodes a week except for the last week, that has 6 episodes with finale

SUMMARY

Ten years ago, Li Xiangyi who was master of Sigu Sect, challenged Di Feisheng, master of the Jinyuan Alliance, to a fight on the seas, where they both end up critically hurt as Li Xiangyi tries to find out where his shixiong’s (Shan Gu Dao) corpse and bones went - his sect was attacked on the same day, and when he returns to the sect, critically injured, he sees some of his deputies blaming him for the attack, and instead of going in, he disappears after that.

Ten years later, Li Xiangyi is now Li Lianhua (Lotus Li LMAO) and he’s an eccentric but skilled doctor who has his eyes on earning money. By chance, he meets Fang Duobing (Fang Many Illness LMAO), a young, aspiring detective who’s super skilled in martial arts, but he’s been unable to enrol in Bai Chuan Yuan (the past Sigu Sect), a sort-of sect that plays an enforcer role in the pugilistic world and helps to solve cases, arrest wrongdoers, and the like. Fang Duobing’s dream is to get in, but as he’s the only son of two powerful people who’ve been refusing to let him be part of Bai Chuan Yuan, he’s failed the test 3 times despite being the most-skilled one there. On his third try, however, he tells the four masters of Bai Chuan Yuan that his shifu is Li Xiangyi, a Li Xiangyi who used to be a part of Bai Chuan Yuan and is still greatly missed by the four masters. They agree to it, but only if FDB solve three cases with arrests.

His first case leads him to meet LXY who’s now known as Li Lianhua, and their meeting doesn’t go off to a great start; FDB is idealistic and a rich, wealthy young master at heart who’s never suffered much hardship, and LLH drugs him after and scolds him for being too trusting of people and being too obvious, going around with two servants. LLH leaves him with parting words, only to meet him again later at the scene of the crime.

They solve cases together from there; LLH is still looking for his shixiong’s body ten years later, and decides to solve cases with FDB as a guise to get closer to the truth, making use of FDB slightly. Later, Di Feisheng recognises him, and the three of them are forced to become allies/friends to uncover a greater conspiracy. The clock is ticking for them as well, as Li Xiangyi was poisoned and injured ten years ago, and was given only ten more years to live. The story begins in the year that he’s meant to die.

*Fang Duobing met Li Xiangyi when he was young and still sickly, and Li Xiangyi encouraged him, and Fang Duobing held onto his every word and suffered a lot to become healthy again and as skilled as he is today, all because Li Xiangyi said those words to him that year ;-;

WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH

(1) Fight scenes are GREAT 

- Water water water

- All female sect?!

(2) Bromance, subtle for now, but greater later I assume - ZENG SHUNXI’S FACE HE SO PUPPY BLURBLUR AND SMILING?! AND CHENG YI SMIRKING?! Like Fang Duobing is just wagging his tail and running after a person he doesn’t know is truly his shifu as he claims LOL

(3) Shifu Li Xiangyi not knowing he was shifu to Fang Duobing

(4) Li Xiangyi being the reason for Fang Duobing to EXIST but Li Xiangyi ain’t around anymore (not) and he sad and Li Xiangyi can’t tell him who he is UWUUUU

(5) Familiar faces hehe if you are a SNGX/The Blood of Youth and SHL fan 

(6) CASES ARE INTERESTING!!!

[bullet-prooflove]

Happy Anniversary: Richie Jerimovich x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @rita-lean @yousigned-upforthis @factualfic @ayeeeee-ayeeeeeeeeeeee

Companion piece to:

One Night Stand (NSFW) - It was never meant to be more than a one night stand.

Old School - Richie and you prefer to do things old school.

Safe With You - Richie still has nightmares about how he found Michael.

Joy - The stabbing leads Richie to confront some of the doubts he has about himself.

All The Good Ones Are (NSFW) - Richie has never thought of himself as one of the good ones.

Gift (NSFW) - Richie has always thought of you as a gift.

For your first wedding anniversary you tell Richie you’d like to experience dinner at The Bear. Richie would do anything to make your dreams come true so he books out the best table in the house months in advance.

Things start to go wrong from the second he wakes up. The two of you are supposed to be sleeping in because you’re both off for the day but Richie’s phone is ringing at God knows what time, because there’s issues at the restaurant and Carmy needs him to come down there and help out. It starts a fight between the two of them that goes on for five minutes before you roll over to face him.

“It’s fine.” You say, kissing the tip of his nose. “If you need to go, just go.”

Carmen’s still talking as you slip out from the sheets completely naked and head into the bathroom to shower, three hours earlier than you originally intended to and Richie sighs because this is not the way he wants to start his anniversary.

“I fucking hate you right now.” He tells his cousin.

“Love you too Cuz.” Carmen rings off leaving Richie to stare at the closed bathroom door, with a heaviness in his chest.

He ends up staying at The Bear the entire day because there’s not just one problem, there’s a heap of them and Richie’s the one with the connections to fix them. When Selina, the server calls in sick with food poisoning Sugar begs him to help out with the service.

“Just for an hour or two before my wife gets here.” He bargains with her. “Then I’m off the clock.”

When you get to The Bear that night, you look stunning, so fucking stunning that for a minute Richie’s speechless. You’re wearing a little black dress that clings to every inch of you and your hair is pinned away from your features in an elegant style. He wants to take you back home and ravage you but he promised you dinner and his baby, she gets what she wants.

“You look gorgeous.” He tells you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back as he guides you towards the table. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous, I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

You blush then and he loves seeing that flush of colour in your cheeks. You’re not used to compliments, the man before him wasn’t kind to you so Richie, he makes up for that in abundance.

“I’m sorry about today, it’s just been manic.” He says as the two of you sit down. He reaches for your hand, clasping it in his. “But we’re here now…”

That’s when the Neil drops an entire tray of glassware onto the floor. Richie’s entire body tenses at the sound, but he keeps eyes front and tries to ignore it. He flinches when he hears Neil yelp, his jaw clenching and you know that every single part of him wants to help.

“Go ahead.” You say, your thumb chasing over the hollow of his wrist. “I’ll wait.”

It’s just meant to be a minute, just one minute while he sweeps up the glass but Neil’s tables need covering while Sugar patches him up in the back and before he knows it almost two hours have passed and your seat is empty.

“She said she’d see you at home.” Sugar tells him apologetically and Richie, he just feels like the biggest piece of shit in the world because it’s your wedding anniversary and he hasn’t spent a single second of the day with you.

He’s no better then your ex, the man who used to stand you up, who forgot about your birthday…

Fuck Richie hates that guy, he hates being that fucking guy.

The house is quiet when he gets home that night, there’s a plate and a wineglass on the draining board and it tears him up inside to imagine you sitting here at the kitchen island eating alone.

You’re already sleep when Richie crawls into bed alongside you. Your dress is hung up back in the wardrobe, your shoes in the rack, your hair is still damp from the shower you must have taken when you got in. All of that effort, he thinks, all of it for nothing.

He draws you into his arms and you mumble something incoherent burying your face into his chest as his lips brush over your hairline.

“I’m sorry baby.” He whispers, his thumb tracing over the curve of your cheek. “I’m going to find a way to make it up to you, I promise you I will.”

The next day that Richie pulls out all the stops. You wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pain au chocolat from the bakery down the street. There’s a vase of fresh flowers in the centre of the table, a starburst of brilliant beautiful colours.

“Richie, honey you didn’t have to…” You begin as you stand there in his The Beef t-shirt but he’s already cutting you off with the most ferocious fucking kiss you’ve ever experience.

“I did.” He tells you fiercely  his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I really fucking did. I don’t want to be that man, the one that makes you feel you aren’t something truly spectacular because you are. You’re wonderful and perfect…”

It’s your turn to shut him up with a kiss because this man, he makes you feel like you’re all of those things and more.

“We’re having a do over tonight.” He tells you, those beautiful blue eyes of his staring into yours. “We’re both going to dress up and we’re going to have that dinner you wanted.”

“The Bear’s closed today.” You remind him and he shakes his head, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw.

“Not to us.” He tells you. “Not tonight”

When you get to The Bear that evening, Sugar has pulled out all of the stops. The place is bathed with candlelight, the warm glow creating a soft, romantic atmosphere. There’s a trail of white rose petals leading to your table where two glasses of champagne await, already poured. From the speakers above the sound of Richie and Joy’s Mixed Tape serenades the empty restaurant.

Richie pulls out your chair for you, waiting for you to sit down before he takes his own place opposite you. His hand reaches for yours and you entwine your fingers as you look at him as if he’s hung the moon and the stars up in the sky.

“Happy anniversary baby.” He says, picking up his champagne glass and raising to toast. “May every single one of them be better than the last.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[hxjikonn]

A/N: To the anon who requested a Vil, Leona, Trey and Jamil x Fem!Reader who opens a dessert shop and gives them free stuff. Idk what happened tumblr crashed and I lost ur req while writing but here it is!! I hope you see this ><

Sweet Tooth

☆Staring☆: Vil Schoenheit, Leona kingscholar, Trey clover, And Jamil viper

Synopsis: You open a dessert store and it’s pretty obvious there’s favoritism at play

Warnings: lil harmless Cuss words, some JP terms

Vil Schoenheit

You better believe he’d be the first person to promote it on social media the moment you open it

He’d be posting the desserts, the store’s comfy aesthetic, YOU working cuz he’s so proud of you he could cry

He made your work uniform and makes you look pretty every single day before you open. Periodt.

Would bring the whole population of Pomefoire there and tell them to leave the best reviews or else they might just have poison in there tea

Usually limits his intake on sweets but when you feed it to him he just physically cannot say no.

He insisted on paying multiple times but when you smile at him and say no he just shuts down and agrees

Ace and deuce would notice it though and is hella salty about it

Deuce: Y/n why does Schoenheit-senpai not pay??

Ace: It’s called pretty privileges Deuce *gives you and Vil the stink eye*

You: Correction! It’s “pretty boyfriend privileges” :)

Vil: *smirks* Stay mad~

He doesn’t insist on paying anymore but he does pay you back when you two go and dates. It’s his turn to spoil you then.

Leona Kingscholar

Three words: Smug. As. Fuck.

He would just walk behind the counter and point at the dessert he wants and you give it to him.

Doesn’t forget to say thank you and kiss your cheek though. That’s a must.

He enjoys the feeling of the first years glaring on him cuz he has boyfriend privileges😭

Would literally stand behind the counter with you while eating a cookie or a cupcake and grins at Ace and Deuce when they pay💀

Your shop is his new favorite spot to nap in, he’s always there, in fact he even “claimed” a spot for himself that only he gets to sit, sleep and stay on

Would always bring Cheka there when he visits, cuz one: he knows he’d be distracted with the desserts, and two: he can charge his brother for all the things Cheka ate

Is proud of you for being so hardworking but often pulls you away from the counter and FORCES you to nap with him.

He doesn’t like it when you over work. Usually he tells Ruggie or Jack to take over for you while you rest

Orders the entirety of Savannaclaw to go there at least three times a week and buy something or else they’ll be sleeping outside the dormitory

Would be clinging on to you when you’re baking cuz he likes it when you feed him the desserts you make and ask if he likes it.

He did want to pay but when you told him he could pay with cuddles instead he couldn’t pass off the offer.

Trey Clover

He’d be the proudest boyfriend ever. Literally the loudest person cheering in the back when it was the grand opening

Brings his family there so they can meet you taste the sweets you make. This man would brag about you for HOURS.

Bring Riddle, Chenya and Cater there too.

Helps out with baking, serving and cleaning but asks you not to pay him. Instead your smart ass came up with an alternative

He washed dishes? Boom free cake. Takes order? You make him matcha latte. Helps you out in the kitchen? You feed him ice cream.

He noticed this of course, but when you defended yourself and told him you only want him to taste the desserts you made he couldn’t debate you any further.

Would notice that Ace and Deuce were glaring at him when you gave him free stuff so the humble part of him tells them that it’s because he works along side you, but the smug side of him ALSO tells them that it’s “boyfriend privileges”

Literally loves it when you’re in work clothes and you have icing or flour in your cheek🥹 he can’t help but take pictures and set them as his wallpaper

Would always complement you. It’s either he complements your skills, or your hard work, or just tells you you look pretty from time to time.

Just feels so proud of you and so happy you’re his girlfriend.

Jamil Viper

This man would make sure you have anything and everything you need a month before you even open your store

He’d also tell Kalim cuz he know Kalim would probably buy everything and empty the store in a matter of minutes

Would take his sister there when he has time. He’d mostly brag about how great his girlfriend is to her (sibling things)

I believe this man would quite literally fight you so he can pay. Much to his demise though you keep on denying him.

Jamil: How much?

You: How much is what?

Jamil: my bill?

You: oh yeah about that…umm no.

Jamil: huh?? Wdym no?

You: I mean no you cant pay…this store has a “boyfriend doesn’t get to pay” policy.

Jamil: *puts money on the counter* take it.

You: *pushes it away* I don’t wanna break store policy baby.

Jamil: Love…

You: Yes?

Jamil: Let. Me. Pay.

You: Not. A. Chance.♥︎

Deuce: Me and Ace will take the offer-

You/Jamil: No.

Would use his signature spell on you, but you got mad at him for doing that and gave him the silent treatment for week.

You said you’d forgive him if he lets you give him free stuff. Defeated, he agrees and you happily indulge him with sweets.

You’re a smart ass but he is too. So instead of money he paid you with affection

He’d bring you water, give you a seat when you’ve been standing too long, massages your shoulders when you’re tired, kisses, would fix your hair and make it look pretty so it doesn’t bother you, and a lot more

He also takes over when you nap in the break room.

Is literally the proudest boyfriend, so if there’s anything he can do to make your job easier he’ll do it, cuz he loves you so much.

A/N: DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS!!! plus this is my second time rewriting this since first attempt was failed cuz tumblr crashed on me😭 anyways I hope the anon who req this sees it!

[darkdemeter]

Tis I again! With more requests for darksiders!

Can you write the four horsemen with a human s/o that Is just really supportive and really Open with their love towards them

(Like they always make them tea when they come by their home, or when they go out into the realms together their s/o makes sure they have somewhere confortable to lay down on if they need rest or something to cover them if they get cold.

They also try to cheer them up with compliments and silly jokes [war May not understand any of them but hey A+ for the effort] and are also very cuddly and have those casual touches of like,holding their hand or patting their back, or playing with their hair and maybe say "hey,remember I love you okay?" A little too often as a way of reassurance and are always up to listen to them and their problems if they need It.

They'll of course stop if theyre told to do so,cuz respecting boundaries and all)

These four need some actual love,they deserve so much better!

As always take ur time and thanks in advance!

Have a great day! (And sorry for the huge wall of text)

A HEART SO UNCONDITIONAL

◤✘DARKSIDERS COLUMN | Death/Strife/War/Fury x GN Reader

NOTES: ↳ I thought I'd take a different approach in giving each of the riders their own little short story while mixing around the elements you listed. (That's why it's taken so long.) Thank you @screechinginthevoid for this one and for being so so patient! They do, our Horsemen deserve the world! 😭 WARNINGS! ↳ A lot of angsty hurt/comfort with fluff — depictions of established relationships

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DEATH

Who said that loving the reaper himself would be a walk in the park? It’s not, but the hardships don’t worry you. So trusting in him and understanding, yet you always have this overwhelming aura about you that Death remains unsure about. 

How can a human possibly have so much love and compassion for him? The very being that will take your life from this world when your time is done.

But you don’t allow that to phase you – to never stop you from reminding him each and every waking moment you share together, how much you love him and that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him. You cherish him to the point he fears it blinds your mortal eyes. 

Humans, he’s found, are so fundamentally flawed by the very thing that makes them integral to the balance: their love. A power so absolute, yet corruptible and easy to turn, and though you show no sign of that tainted mark he very much believes it has been poisoned by his presence.

You hand him his mug, the dark stew of tea ringing around in tidal circles until it calms under his steadiness and the tea’s stilling reveals his reflection.

A reflection he never took part in recoiling at before, now almost flinching at the dreaded sight before him that was him. Looking up to watch you at the sink, absently humming a song’s tune to yourself as you set to working away at the dishes, he wonders if this settlement is right for you. He’s grown far too attached now. He has to stop it… but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. 

Death wonders if the seven sins have infected him with these selfish desires that keep him from severing the cord that’s already pulled you both together. Before, he could have done it without any ties of remorse to haunt him afterwards. Your love is overwhelming. How you express it, how you say it, how you care for him. 

He can’t fathom it. Finishing up your chore at the sink, you dry your hands and toss the hand towel onto the counter and wander over, a gentle grin on your lips as you reach a hand to lay on his tense arm. 

Death flinches away at the action, alerted by the sudden press of warmth that your skin brings to his colder temperature. He wishes he could succumb to that feeling, bask in its entirety but something holds him back. 

Your hand lifts slightly, your smile turned and your brows furrowed to express your sincere, silent apology for alarming him. Throughout this relationship, you have always seen how Death keeps himself well beyond the comfort you try to give him, leaving him to reserve his emotions and affection. 

You remain patient that he may eventually open up. Even if it takes you to the very end of your life, so be it.

“Hey,” you greet softly, trying again as you rest your hand back on his arm. “I was thinking maybe we could venture out to the Maker’s Realm? I thought it’d be nice to have a picnic.”

He hasn’t visited that realm for quite some time and he recognises the way you’ve been feeling stuffy inside your humble abode. Itching to be let out of your cage like a little bird. His little bird that sings happily for his ears to hear, trapped inside a cage you don’t see as imprisoning and he’s far too selfish to let you be free.

Maybe this picnic would help him ease out of this habit of keeping you to himself, that finally he can set his little bird free.

The air is fresh with the aging scent of pine leaves and the sun bathes your skin with a comfortable warmth. Through Death’s actions, he hoisted you off of Despair’s back, his grip strong and firm with you before he set you down. Just like always, you scuttle off in that human nature, the basket held tight in your hands as you settle down on the hillside. 

Death takes a moment to himself to simply admire it all – perhaps for the last time. His hand runs over Despair’s neck with an uncomfortable sense of dread he has not felt in a long time, the pain that follows the loss of something he holds dear creeping over him that in turn unsettles his loyal undead steed. 

“You coming?” you ask, voice innocently inquiring in his absence, laying out a large canvas of a day blanket atop the pasture of grass. While you stare at Death, he feels his resolve waver. 

He can’t do it. How the sun sets a glow to halo around you, hair gently tousled in the wind makes you appear like a dream. 

He can’t remember the last time he had dreamt, when he had a moment of true peace that granted him an escape from his troubles. 

He wants to stay in this place with you always but he knows he cannot. There comes a time where he must wake up. There is a time he will have to let go and say his final goodbyes. Death stalks over to where you’ve set up, intending to sit beside the laid out blanket only to catch your gaze. 

You’ve the look as if he’s committed the most heinous of crimes before a large grin crosses your features. “Come on over, I've saved room just for you.” 

Indeed you had, the blanket large enough for two, even still he harbours his hesitance. In an instant, you give him that same, sympathetic smile you had in the kitchen. “Only if you want to, whatever makes you comfortable.” 

He moves cautiously and inches himself until his weight hovers at the chequered edge. You lean against his side and rest your head against his shoulder, still smiling up at him.

“What a beautiful day. Thanks for taking us out here, I really appreciate it.”

He only huffs in response, shoulders knocking your head off balance from shoving down slightly, but you only giggle. “I do! I really, really appreciate it. We get to spend the day together in the sun and enjoy a nice picnic. And you know what’s even better?” 

“What?” He asks, voice low in his gruff timbre. Your smile is radiant. Infectious to the point that it makes something inside his chest swell and pulsate. Dangerously so that he doesn’t know what to make of it, denying the possibility that it may very well be… love. 

You raise a finger to trace down the bridge of his masked nose, so lovestruck and in awe of the way his amber eyes flicker like nervous flames, silently watching and waiting. You answer softly, “That I’m with you.”

For a second you think you catch a rare and radiant glimpse of something in his eyes but he quickly diverts his attention ahead to watch the scenery. You know that he’s troubled but in true fashion, he doesn’t unload you with any of it. He’s hardened his shell to keep his secrets from you.

You reach a hand between you and find the cool define of his long, spindly hand, your fingers entwine with his own and give a reassuring squeeze.

“Death?” You ask, eyes shifting to look at him out of the corner of your vision. He doesn’t respond but you know he’s listening.

“I understand that you keep things to yourself but I want to help. I would like to be someone you can talk to.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he sighs. It shatters you, yet you are aware that it is the truth. 

“Have I done something wrong?” 

He turns his head to face you, eyes glaring downward and you feel your breath hitch, lungs caught in the flames of his eyes. 

“I— I’m sorry, whatever I’ve done I am sorry, I just… I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.” 

“You haven’t done anything wrong…” his head bows and his shoulders deflate with a heavy sigh. “Not intentionally.” 

“Then what is it?” You move to sit on your knees, facing him. 

“Little bird, I fear that you don’t understand what it means to love me.”

His words are a wound stabbed deeply into your heart. Still he continues, scoffing with a shrug, “It all seems tedious to shower me with your affections, only to meet your end with me. Why bother?”

“You don’t get it…” you sigh, bottom lip trembling slightly as tears cover your eyes with a shiny gloss. “Humans are so difficult when it comes to love, yes. But sometimes, we don’t get a choice in who we fall in love with. We just do.” 

You’re overcome by the sudden high of your emotions. Before you know it, your arms pull around his shoulders and drag yourself in until you sit in his lap, his hands frozen to hover over your waist. You don’t care if he doesn’t reciprocate your actions, you just want him to know how much you care for him.

“You mean so much to me, Death. Without you, I would have given up trying to survive. Without you, Humanity would have ceased to be. You are the most noblest soul I have ever come to know.” 

You recall that time. What you thought would be his final goodbye. He left you in the care of the Makers until it was deemed safe to return to Earth. It wasn’t as much of an emotional farewell on his part, but you had caved right there, as he turned his back on you to walk away — to enter the well of souls and never likely to return. 

You cried, screamed and shouted, you begged him to hear your confession. That had been the night when you realised… “I made my peace the moment I knew I had fallen in love with you.” 

Your hold around him increases as sobs rack through you. Tears wet on your lashes, you sniffle. “I’m sorry if I’m always clingy, I promise I’ll try and not be, I just—I just can’t bear the— thought of losing you again!” 

His arms move slowly to circle around your waist, his presence a haunting comfort as he holds you to him. He can’t bear the thought of telling you to stop. He can’t let you go. His little bird in the cage wouldn’t last, not with wings too damaged to fly on your own again.

To be called the noblest of souls holds a light to the high regard you hold him to. He only did what was necessary for balance, for his brother. But that night, leaving you behind knowing it was for the last time, he was shaken to his core because he found that saying goodbye was so very hard when he realised he had fallen in love with you.

And so he holds you as you cry against him, perhaps not for the last time after all.

STRIFE

With a heart of unbridled magnitude, you love hard and fiercely. It shows in the way you always throw yourself on the towering nephilim whenever he steps a foot on your front porch, face lit up in your excitement to see him shadow your doorway.

“Whoa there!” He laughs, hands taking hold of you yet resisting to use all his strength unless he crushes you like a toothpick, anxiously aware that the daggered irons of his gauntlets can so easily shred and puncture you if he isn’t careful. 

You invite him inside with a tug of his hand in yours. “Come on, come on!” You’re always so cheerful and buzzing with energy. He’s stumbling paces behind you as he’s dragged further inside where you begin to make his usual tea in his favourite mug. 

“I’ve missed you so much, it’s been so boring around here without you,” you begin to rave and rant on, hearing the creaking of one of the stools support his weight. 

You ask with a cheeky smirk, “So what have you been up to lately, handsome fella?”

He replies with a casual roll of his shoulder, “You know me, firefly. Just doing my thing as a Horseman.” 

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.” You turn, hotly made tea nestled in your hands that you set in front of him. With a thankful nod he takes it.

“You have no idea.” 

With him sitting on the opposite side of the counter, your body hunches forward, pressed to lean your weight on the surface with your palms supporting your chin as you stare with what Strife can assume to be heart eyes.

“What?” he asks, golden eyes blinking rapidly. “Did I ever tell you that I love you?” 

Your voice is sickly sweet, sung in a playful note while you tilt your head side to side, lost and aloof in some daydream. 

“Every time you see me,” he chuckles and you perk up, grinning like the cat who ate the cream. 

“Well, I love you, Strife!” You’re suddenly at his side within a flash, arms thrown around him until you’re stuck to him like sap on a branch. You hum, happy and content to have him back, head nestling against his neck. He smells strong of gunpowder and a musk of burning wood that reminds you of the winter snuggled close by the fireplace. 

“I missed you so, so much…” You sigh quietly this time. 

Strife had entered your life with a flash and a bang. Literally. He fell from the sky as a massive ball of flame that scorched and melted the world around him. Just when you needed a saviour’s hand, he had arrived. From that day forth, you were constantly stuck to his side, even the few times he tried to brush you off to someone far more capable than him to care for you, you insisted that you remain with him. He made you feel safe in a world that no longer did. 

Him? He had almost laughed. He made you feel safe? Even when Ulthane promised that no harm would befall you under his charge, you were still determined to ride with a Horseman.

Was that the point he realised he loved you? Well, you sure left that much an impression on him that he fancied something about you. For the handful of humans that managed to survive you were the only one willing to come near him, no less be with him. It only felt natural in some way when your relationship evolved into something more after a single kiss — but just as instinctual as it may have been, Strife found himself drawn into something forbidden — not intended for him. But you assured him that he was the only one you wanted, that you loved him. The complicated nature of humanity at play before his very eyes. A mortal so hopelessly in love with him of all lovers to choose from.

He strips himself of his mask, letting it sit on the counter as he enjoys his tea while you huddle yourself against him like a kitten snuggling into his lap. Strife’s siblings often remark how attached you were to him. Whenever he would spend the night, the following morning he would have to say his goodbyes until your next meeting.

It hurts him every time he has to see that sorrow flash within your eyes, before you dismiss it and assure him that you will be alright and that you will be waiting for him just like always. 

There are days where you will pace the floorplan of your home just waiting for him, to hear the familiar clobbering of hooves raging against the pavement and a snorted whiney from Mayham, who you may have a bad habit of coddling and feeding one too many carrots to from your kitchen window when Strife isn’t paying attention. Hey, he enjoys them and who are you to deny the rider of unrest itself, and it keeps Mayhem from riding your recently planted greenhouse. 

“Alright there, sweets?” Strife chuckles, his voice having grown lower with a tired drawl. You hum, happy to bask and bathe in the intoxicating warmth radiating off him that seeps deep into your bones. 

“Hard not to be when I’m with you,” you coo softly, eyes droopy and you fight hard to hide a yawn. 

“How long have you been waiting up for me?” His question takes a sudden shift as he turns you in his lap, your body small enough that maneuvering you was as easy for him as it is for you to move a feather. 

“Not… not that long, just a couple… couple ‘fhours…” Again you strain to keep yourself from yawning. But Strife sets aside his unfinished tea, already scooping you to rest you on your back in his arms and carries you towards your bedroom. You whine, hands tugging at the fabric of his scarf. 

“But Strife,” — a large yawn finally stretches your mouth open — “I don’t wanna sleep, I want to cuddle you and tell you how you’re the darndest handsome fella I could ever call my own—”

He shushes you then, hands careful to lay you down on your mattress and pull the covers over you despite the weakened struggle you put up. “How can you be so handsome, honestly? And funny, and strong and just everything I could ever want in a partner?”

The fog of sleep is close to taking you under, however, the last of your energy that wanes like a candle wick almost burnt out comes as an attempt to sit on your knees. Yourhands splay over the large front of his chest, his golden eyes bouncing in their softened gaze as he silently pleads with you to rest. Still, you remain adamant even as the heavy lead drags your lashes down together. 

“You know… I just want you to know that I love you, okay? I’m always here for you, ‘m not going anywhere that isn’t with you.”

The darkened lines of his brown brows flex up, furrowed in his contemplation over your words. It’s almost like his spiked hair became tenfold bristled under the weight of such a reminding confession. Often, you tell him these things and he still has a hard time accepting that they mean anything true. You’re a human, even love is so cruel in blinding you. 

He figures that you will eventually grow out of it. Someday, you will find another man who will take care of you. He dreads the day that you will no longer be his baby, his precious love; the bright star alight in the cosmos that guides him home every time. 

A chapped kiss lands on your forehead, almost ghosting over the contour of your skin and he leans in close with a whispered, “Sleep.”

Nestled under the covers and head draped onto your pillow you let yourself drift off into a much needed slumber. Strife sighs from his place beside you, crouched and yet still very much hovering over your sleeping form. His hand runs over his face, deeply engrossed in the endless branches of unfinished thoughts and dwelling fears.

Is it all true, what you say to him? You have this way of overwhelming him and giving him exactly what he wants deep down. You say the prettiest of things to him, whenever you kiss him he believes he’s found his heaven eternal with you in his arms. How you refuse to go about your daily life until you have expressed exactly ten times how much you love him, that when you wake up in the morning happy it's because he’s the first one that crosses your mind and because you had the sweetest of dreams about him. 

You look so at peace when you sleep. Rarely can he enjoy it, haunted by sin and haboured regrets, a place where his greatest of fears can become a manifested prophecy that warns him of what will become of him. Of you both.

So he goes without. Besides, unlike humans who require it in their health, that’s not so much the case for him. Still, your dreams must be so sweet. So innocent of him. Unknowing of the real him, the identity he can never allow you to love. 

You awaken first to the feeling of something enclosing your waist with a vice-like grip, squeezing you in and in until you're struggling for air. Secondly, the sound of choked cries and intensely curt breaths that come and go far too quickly.  Your eyes are wide, rubbing away the drowsiness in them as you immediately tend to Strife, armor stripped into clunky masses on the floor around the bed like a protective shield. 

His large shoulders heave, the warping trail of heat rising from his body as he drowns in his sleep, his arms hold around you tighter. 

“Strife, baby— it’s okay, I’m here, I’m here,” you croak, voice already trembling with tears brimming in your vision. 

He hisses out your name with such vigor that it makes something in your heart rip asunder. He sounds so angry. So guilty. 

You call to him in his dreams. His eyes open, the powerful glow of tear filled gold bright and blinding you with dark spots. His breath shifts so sharply that his body physically vibrates against you, his chin tucked and pushed into your sternum, he glances up at you and his arms weaken their grip on you. 

Your hands caress the scarred texture of his skin, fingers tracing each one with delicate intent when you feel him flinch and shudder under your touch that finds its way to comb one hand through his hair. 

He tries so hard to keep the tremble of his sobs silent yet you’re aware that his resolve has crumbled, that front he often puts up cracks under the pressure and you’re there ready to catch him. 

“I know it’s tiring to hear me say it, but remember that I love you. I’m here for you.”

His arms then curl around you, holding you so that you have no choice but to remain there with him. He doesn’t want to go back to the past, he’s unsure what awaits him in the future. All he wants is to be here in the moment with you.

With a low voice, he utters, “Too many times… but please remind me again.”

WAR

Most honourable souls are not without their contrasting attributes. The red rider is known for his stoic personality and for being an unrivaled engine of chaos and pain, you are one of the very few who see him under the battle-worn hide. 

He’s endured much, been the discarded tool to a plot set to unravel the whole cosmos asunder and and let him take the fall for it. He’s been beaten down only to get back up when he saw you hidden away, eyes wide in your terror for the fate that awaited you should he fall. 

Never once did he fail you. 

All this time, he’s been nothing short of a protector, an honourable warrior who seeks only the fairest of retribution and the security of all that depend on him to make things right and at peace. You don’t see him as the monster others make him out to be. In your eyes, he is someone very special to you.

“So where exactly are we off to, hero?” you chuckle, feet kicking up slightly with Ruin’s incredible yet lackluster stride, hooves clobbering so hard it digs puddle sized gauges into the dirt. 

War sighs, his chest easily pushing you forward in the saddle easily to it’s both embarrassing and flustering. Your cheeks brighten with a blushing pink. “We are scouting ahead. The ruins should not be too far ahead now.”

“You said that eons ago!” you huff. Eyes rolling drastically they almost fall out of their sockets. 

“It’s not been that long.”

You pucker your tongue between your lips, popping an obnoxious raspberry. The ride wasn’t at all bad, just a tad boring and your thighs were beginning to ache just a little from being sat in the saddle for a while. War’s hand had a controlled grip on the bulky chains acting as the reins, leaving your hands to either grip the horn or fumble in resting them atop of War’s larger one. The latter of which you’d feel his chest lock up with a sudan hitch buried in his throat and a smile stretching far and wide across your face. 

Your effect on the Horsemen was really that obvious, wasn’t it? Anyone can see it.

Because of your arising boredom and your need to entertain yourself, you begin to mimic the action of looking out for the ruins War spoke of, hands curving into little circles to cup over your eyes. “What are you doing?” you hear his voice ask from above and your turn your gaze upwards, hands still formed into makeshift binoculars. War will only ever admit to himself, he almost chuckled. “I’m keeping an eye out for our destination.” 

“You are being playful,” he remarks, seeing you bounce your head in agreement as your hands fall to hold the scratched metal of his gauntlet. 

“You caught me. I’m just bored, ugh!” Pouting you add timidly, “And my butt hurts.”

You jerk forward to catch yourself against the horn with a gasp, Ruin’s weight shifting to a complete stop. Turning your chin, you catch a glance at War who’s looking elsewhere other than forward, his head moving slowly this way and that as you follow his gaze. He’s scanning the nearby cliffside to your side. One wrong slip of your footing and you’d be rolling down a steep incline of rocky foliage and winding branches before you even make it to the rushing stream far below. 

But the scenery is nice. A sunset smearing softly integrated pinks and darkish purples, reveling in the warming tan of orange nearest the silhouette horizon. 

You breath out, eyes transfixed, your stun an evident and final confirmation to War that taking a small break wouldn’t be so terrible. Who knows just how long his siblings would before meeting him at the ruins. 

With a firm nudge of his boot, War commands his steed to steer himself towards the sloping hillside, the horse chuffing loudly a cluster of embers that spark and frazzle with a crackling pop like flaming stars. 

The saddle is cradled to one side with War’s dismount, almost turning you over and out of the saddle completely before he aids you in getting you off Ruin’s back. 

Your back pops delightfully from stretching and you sigh in relief. The chance to stand and pace around allows the blood flow to seep back into your legs, standing at the cliff edge, you stare out at the picturesque scene with a deep inhale of the breeze. “It’s so pretty,” you say with a toothy grin that crinkles the corner of your eyes.

As you stare in admiration, War lets himself stand beside you, a regular force of habit that something may dare try to leap out and attack you, it’s ingrained into him as muscle memory to put himself between you and an enemy. 

But you haven’t encountered any enemies. Noo once since you arrived in this realm, its atmosphere almost entirely made of a peaceful ambience. For once, War can somewhat relax. 

“I kind of miss Earth being this way.” It’s hard sometimes to think of home, it’s once way of life slowly thriving, but it will still take some time to become an inhabitable biome. Until then, you mostly travel with War. On the off chance that you must stay behind, you stay with the Makers or the pocket haven with other humans until he returns to collect you. 

Meanwhile, War silently contemplates a darker memory. Back when the nephilim invaded countless realms much like this, carving out its natural beauty to leave behind a shattered husk. His hands clench into tight fists, weight crunching the dirt under his feet with a low rumble. He thinks about the terrible rage he becomes whenever he loses control of himself, slipping into this facade that feels all too real, fearing that it may very well be the real him; that his code of honour is the facade. 

By the time he snaps out of his thoughtful stupor, he sees you playing in the dirt. 

Stick in hand, your drawing something, focus entirely on your illustration and War cannot help but half-heartedly ask, “What is that?”

“Us!” you beam, “there’s you, there’s me and this is Ruin.”

The war steed bellows a proud whiney at the mention of his name, massive head shaking the heated curtain of his mane. His front hoof paws the ground in triumph. War kneels down, body closing in that his shadow very well hovers over you while he studies what you’ve drawn.

“And… what are you doing there?”

To answer his question, you lean into him and plant your lips to his cheek with a quick peck, chuckling at the Horsemen’s expression that is too stun to compute. His frozen eyes are wide and it takes a good long while before he even blinks. He turns his head with a frightful and sudden jerk, the fading sunlight letting you see that which the overcast of his hood fails to hide — a pink dusting of a blush in his cheeks. 

“What— was that for?”

“Because I love you, silly!”

You settle yourself down on the patch of grass and pat your hand encouragingly for War to do the same beside you. Once he does, albeit the awkward motion of adjusting himself to do so, you lean all your weight against him that he supports with no issue. To him, you weigh nothing more than a feather pillow.

Your head presses to the hardened bulk of his shoulder. You sigh in contentment.

“This is really nice, being out here with you.” Your hand falls over his, the comfort of it letting all your fears and worries wash away. Whenever you try to hold hands with War, you are the one to initiate it, feeling the hesitant way his hand tense before it releases and coaxes itself to grab yours in turn. However, you decide against trying to force it. 

He asks, “You truly mean that?”

You nod in reply, cheek rubbing against his arm. “I do.”

Then you feel it. His hand turns so that his palm flatley faces up and his large fingers curl around your hand, capturing it in his grip. “You know, if I had my sketchbook right now, I’d paint you like one of my french girls.” 

Your voice had dropped into an exaggerated accent, your other hand pursing your fingers together. 

Of course, another playful jest goes right over his head by the puzzling quirk of his snowy bow. That’s joke number 1,551 and counting. Many of your journeys consist of you trying to get one joke to land with the behemoth in red, but none have seemed to catch. Your face puckers inward like you sucked on a lemon and tried not to react.

By now the sky has grown darker, stars dotting the sky’s nightly canvas and the moon rising just as the sun’s last rays kissed the mountain terrain. 

“Hey, War, knock knock…”

His lips form into a sneer, tsking in a slight of annoyance. Not this again…

He sees you’re not going to back out of this one, far too stubborn to do so. Giving in for the first time ever to the infamous two lines he’s heard too many times to count, he grumbles, “Who’s there?”

“Me?”

His eyes narrow again. You’re up to something with this, he knows it. “Me… who?”

“It’s just me, and I want to tell you that I’m thankful to have you around. Whenever I wake up, I think of you and how you’re doing, and if that someday… you’ll finally recognise that you are my hero — and not the monster.”

This is the most peculiar of jokes. But wait, you’re not laughing. You’re not waiting for him to acknowledge the play on of the punch line. You’re being genuine. “And that whenever I’m not around you, I get so scared not only for myself but for you. I care about you so much that I stay up in hopes that I’ll see you again before I collapse from exhaustion. Whenever we’re riding together, I feel secure and warm because I know you have the reins and you have me.

When you’re around, you scare away the real monsters. And that is what a hero does, and that’s what makes you my hero. Because you’ve always been there when I needed you.”

War’s eyes fall away and you take his loss of eye contact as failure. Again, he doesn’t see how much you love him, how your heart pounds rapidly when you both stand close to one another and that your heart is his for eternity. That for you, there is nobody else to love. Only him. 

His hand that holds yours drags you into lap and his lips ghost over the crown of your head, causing your eyes to widen and your chest to cease its breath. “I’ll always be there for you, my love.”

Tears mist over your vision, wetting your lashes as your arms reach around him as far as they can, engulfing him in a hug. He really is your knight in armour of creepy faces. 

FURY

Her determination remains just as strong, even now. She refuses to let you see at her weakest. All you want is to be a rock for her to lean on when things get tough. She cannot accept that, will not let you shoulder the burdens that are hers to carry.

She’s a fearsome sort of stoicism but therein lies her beauty in your eyes. Where she sees nothing but a misshapen and discarded weapon of war, you see the comings of a Phoenix rising from the ashes. A past that seeks to destroy her and yet she still fights on.  

She inspires you in ways she can hardly imagine. The days she comes to ride up to your house, elegantly sat in Rampage’s saddle with a sense of control on the reins that chink and chatter with a chainy rattle, you’re already launching yourself ten feet out of the door and making her pull hard to a stop. 

She bites your name harshly, face furrowed into a glare. You know her better than that, it shows in the coiled edges of your big and bright smile. 

“I missed you!” You cry out, bouncing on your feet like a hyped jackrabbit. 

You throw your arms around her without a second thought once she has dismounted. Despite the obvious of her much taller height, you hold nothing back in the way you hug her tightly.

She’ll feign annoyance as her dark lips turn into the faintest of smiles in the shadow of her features, a telltale sign that she appreciates these wonderful moments that she secretly misses.

However, there are times that your illustrious partner of a Horsemen will shut you out, more often than not as of late, she huffs and mutters to herself with an expression screwed into a sneer. She’s troubled by something and its mystery writhes a flare of determination within you to find a solution. A problem solver. That is what makes the bulk of your intimately struggling relationship with Fury. You try to solve all her problems, no matter the weight, big or small.

She walks with a swaying saunter towards you, Rampage pawing at the ground with a ruffled snort, shaking off the remnants of unease his rider held. “How’ve you been, Fury? Would you like some tea? I also thought we could finish reading that book together, or maybe have a late evening dinner in that realm—”

She flicks her wrist dismissively, bluntly saying under her breath, “Whatever is easiest. I don’t have the patience to decide.”

It stops you in your tracks for sure. The impact of her response weighs heavily on your heart and you bite aggressively into your lip to prevent yourself from shedding the springing flush of tears. She’s just mad, you try to reason with yourself. I have to find a way to cheer her up.

You follow her inside, watching how her body slumps forward slightly with a sigh as if she sheds the cumbersome shell of her burdens at the door and proceeds forth with a more sluggish pace. You frown at this. “I’ll make you a tea,” you say from behind and rush off to the kitchen, setting to making her drink before going off to fetch one of your comfort blankets. Whenever you find yourself in a pit of doubt, sadness and impending woe, you toss one of the soft blankets you’ve had for as long as you can remember,snuggling into its warmth as you settle in with a good book to read or a small puzzle to fix your mind on something. It always helps you, so why not try it on Fury?

You see her take a seat on the couch, posture slouched so far forward now it rivals Death. Hands clutch into the blanket, nails gnawing into it thoughtfully, praying that this works, then like a mouse you tip-toe out from your hiding place and throw the blanket over her shoulders, enveloping her in another yet shorter hug. 

“Ugh– what are you…” Her eyes shift to turn to you, lips revealing a nasty snarl on her part but she stops suddenly, seeing the flash of something cross your face. She doesn’t mean to project her anger onto you. It’s just that she can’t exactly explain why she keeps coming back to you when she is in this particular mood, feeling like she has nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. Still, she pushes you away with every attempt you make to cheer her up. 

“A comfort blanket,” you answer with a kind smile. “They always make me feel better.” You round the couch and sit at her feet, hands taking a second guess before they find a tender placement on the armour of her leg. 

“Hey, remember I love you and I’m here for you.”

You see the gears turning like clockwork in her head, eyes torn between narrowing and relaxing and the contortion of her mouth leaves you to believe she’s fighting herself on this. She wants to say something but nothing is coming out. She’s trying to find a way to word it without hurting you to the point that it may break you. 

She cares for you, more than what she would like to admit to anyone. But it’s true. She has become ensnared by your attention, your love and the way your presence is uplifting to be around. Like a moth drawn to a flame she keeps coming back. 

“It’s hard.” It stings her to say it, but she just needs time. She needs to think this through. “I know you love me. But it’s just… it all feels too much for me.”

Your eyebrows move upward, sympathetic as she speaks her mind. It’s not common for her to be so vulnerable with you. So you take it in stride, taking in a deep inhale. 

“I’m sorry. I will do better in toning my extreme outpour of affection until you’re ready.”

Sometimes you wonder if you carry on a tad bit more than you should, giddy and over excited to see Fury even if it’s only been days between visits. 

If this is how Fury feels then it is your obligation to be supportive and respectful of her wish for space, granted it may prove to be a bit of a challenge but that is what relationships are about. Overcoming the many trials you face in one another and together. 

She nods thankfully and you hum, pressing a quick, light kiss to her forehead and then head to the kitchen, soon reappearing with her steaming cup of tea. 

By the time you get back you see she’s immersed herself in the comfort blanket, hands tugging it over herself that bit more until her focus lands on you, eyes moving between your genuine smile and the mug cupped in your offering hands. She takes the beverage with a softly muttered, “Thank you, dear.”

The two of you curl up together on the couch, and Fury lets you drown her mind with the last half of that novel you wanted to finish during her last visit, only to find that you had passed out, reading yourself into a slumber that left her tugging heartstrings no choice but to carry you to bed and lay you under the covers, bidding you a farewell. 

As you read the contents of the page, mesmerised in the storyline, Fury’s attention is only half engaged with it – the other just taking the time to admire you. 

How well you have taken her request when for sure she expected you to cry. She didn’t miss in catching the way a glossiness covered your eyes when she spoke with you, and perhaps she should feel shame for it. She’s pushing you away because she’s utterly terrified. She doesn’t register your voice saying her name, finally snapped out of it she looks to see one of her hands clenching into the couch arm, ripping and rendering its cushioned flesh. 

Before she can begin to make any form of apology, you raise a hand to pause her, understanding that her mind had been elsewhere. 

It isn’t… easy being a Horsemen. Hell, it’s not easy being a human sometimes, and the factors of this relationship should be difficult and impossible on any and all levels. You don’t let it stop either of you in the end. You do what you must to make it work, you fix her problems just as she fixes yours.

“Why are you so understanding?” she asks and your eyes widen a little, blinking a flutter of your lashes a few beating times. Your shoulders shove up and down with a steadied breath. 

“Because I—” you cut yourself off, aware that you’re it again. You clear your throat and tilt your head to the side, meeting her gaze. “Well, because that’s what you do in a relationship. You have made your concerns known and it is up to me to respect that. It’s… what humans do. We care.”

“Will you stop completely?” You know what she means. Somewhere deep inside she adores the shower of affection you show her, but delving outward is the hardened hide of a warrior. A fighter who has known nothing of love like your own. You shake your head, lightly chuckling. “Never. I adore you too much. My love is unconditional when it comes to you.”

A wider smile forms over her face then. It may not take so long as tomorrow to think this through and to be more accepting of your overbearing nature to coddle her with your love. Afterall, it was the way you expressed how you felt for her. A human so special to her, how could she deny your unconditional love?

[cocogum]

That weird Amalia choking scene from the dream we saw in the Great Wave manga made me think a lot about what it could mean in the long run cuz the more I thought about it, the more I started realizing how common it happened.

Because her choking actually happened more than once.

I was talking to @geekgirles one day, and I mentioned to her how much I found it odd that Amalia kept getting choked every time she'd be in a fight/confrontation with someone or something.

It's weird, right?

There were so many instances where we've seen her like this, and I don't understand why. The number of times that she got choked makes me seriously wonder if I missed any more. Four times, people. How the hell did we all miss this???

Black Bump choked Amalia in Season 3, Julith choked Amalia in the cinematic krosmaga trailer, an invisible force choked Amalia in Yugo's wet dream, and Aurora choked Amalia in the great wave manga.

The most weirdest one between all of them is the Krosmaga trailer because her getting choked by Julith isn't even canon, and yet we saw her getting her pipes squeezed out by Julith's cape in a trailer around 7 YEARS AGO (before 2016 and possibly in 2016). Julith didn't have to go to her throat, and yet that's exactly what happened.

This krosmaga pic also doesn't help my heart because Julith has been resuscitated in the Great Wave manga and took part in poisoning Amalia's husband...

God, I have no idea if the freaking 7-year-old Krosmaga TRAILER of all things foreshadowed any interaction that could happen between these two in the future great wave volumes.

It also doesn't help that Black Bump, the dream, and Aurora did the same thing.

Tot stop cooking, you're gonna burn the veggies.

I'm really scared yall...

[sophswritingthings]

Uhm I don’t know if this is good but I was thinking for part eight of the apothecary reader series and maybe apothecary reader and Mizu when they met Taigen and they like discover what Taigen used to say to Mizu and they just glare sharply at Taigen whenever he speaks or just exist in the same room as Mizu and and her eyes are just darker with thoughts of violence and stabby (basically the reader being as civil as can be meanwhile there is an aggressive war of how to kill him and if they should do it) and Taigen just being like- “Please control your wife😰” and Mizu’s just drinking(or eating) something the reader made for them and she’s just like “hmm no, I don’t feel like it” but in reality Mizu is as terrified(and very much attracted) of the new face of the reader they are seeing

I don’t know I made it up on the spot 😅

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of violence 

a/n: even though we already have pt 8, I’m still gonna write this for you cuz I liked the idea!!

summary: mizu and her wife meet taigen; and you learn of what he did to her as a small kid. you're pissed; obviously, that was your wife he was talking about. you wanted to kill him for the things he said; but you knew maybe that wasn’t the… best idea.

word count: 550 words / 3,012 characters 

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settled down the wood cabin, you watched over your wife as she slept. she was still injured, after the fight, and you wanted to make sure nobody disturbed her.

you were glancing at taigen every so often. you knew that mizu knew him from her childhood; but you honestly wanted to know more.

especially because he kept talking about some… death duel, with mizu. and that made your blood boil.

you heard a groan to your left, your head whipping around to look at your wife.

“careful! careful,” you said in a hushed voice, helping her slowly sit up. “you're hurt, love, you need to be careful with yourself.”

“I’m fine,” she murmurs, glancing at taigen. she groaned, narrowing her eyes. “what is he doing here?”

your wife’s obvious disdain for taigen was something you wanted to know more about.

“um, he helped us get here,” you whisper back. “is there a reason you have such a problem with him? he seems… okay.”

“he tried to kill me as a child,” she spat the last word. “is that not reason enough?”

“.. excuse me?” you narrow your eyes, sending a glare the man’s way. “you fucking—jesus, you tried to kill him as a child?”

“he is an onryō,” taigen adverted his gaze. “there was a prize attached to his killing; and the village kids would always dare each other to do it.”

“even as a child?” you cock your head, your gaze never leaving taigen's eyes.

all the ways you thought of taking down this horrible man were now flooding through your head.

poison? the least messy.

ambush? secret, not easy to find out, but… messy.

you're gaze locked onto his as you thought up each and every idea.

“control your wife,” taigen hissed, his eyes narrowed at mizu across the room. “she’s scaring me.”

mizu chuckles in between sips of her tea, “is the big bad samurai scared of a little someone?”

“get her,” taigen points straight at you.

you giggle, placing a hand over your mouth as you do so.

“hmm—I’m not sure I want to,” mizu smirks a little, going back to drinking her tea.

you never let your gaze leave taigen, hoping to scare him out of the room—to be left alone with your wife.

“why do you keep staring at me, anyway?”

“thinkin’ of all the ways your life could end in mere seconds,” you giggle again. the giggle is very deceptive of your real thoughts.

taigen looked terrified.

you glance over at mizu, who is watching you with plenty of interest—a little bit of a blush on her face.

your words eventually drive taigen to leave; slamming the door shut behind him.

you lean your head on mizu's shoulder, smiling softly as you snuggled up to your wife. she brushed a hand through your hair.

“I love when you get like that, you know,” she whispers into your ear, placing a soft kiss behind your earlobe. “it is.. a little worrying though.”

“worrying?” you lean into her kissed, feeling them start to travel up and down your neck. “I'd never hurt you… or ringo, for that matter.. assholes like that, though,” you grumble, adverting your eyes. “deserve it.”

her hands climb onto your waist, gently straddling it between her fingers.

“I suppose you're right…”

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[angelsnkisses]

haiii! i see ur requests r open again,, but im just curious to here ur thoughts on camboy!danny cuz its a concept that i absolutely adore n i need more people talkin abt it :3 (only if ur comfortable with it!!!!! u can ignore this completely if u'd liek 🫶)

(some flowers 4 u btw, im givin everyone i send asks to flowers)

RAHHH I LOVE THIS SM. also, ty for the flowers lovey!

thinking about camboy!danny <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: switch!danny, gn!reader, masturbation, use of vibrator, use of dildo, overstimulation.

• camboy!danny, who is so shy when he first tries out a cam site. he's a blushing, whining mess the whole time, anxiously checking the chat every five minutes to see if everyone likes what he's doing. and trust me, they do, which helps him build more confidence on camera.

• camboy!danny, who starts out with relatively vanilla content like stripteases, rubbing himself through the fabric of his boxers, making soft little noises with the top of his face just out of frame.. agonizingly teasing actions that leave his audience wanting more.

• camboy!danny, who slowly starts to get more and more comfortable with himself as time goes on. as his devoted viewers grow larger in number, so does his variety of content. within the first few weeks, he decides to bring a little more flavor into his content. his poison of choice? vibrators.

• camboy!danny, who starts off with a small bullet vibrator, teasing his tip with it while he pumps his hand up and down his hardened cock. his noises increase the more he strokes himself, the vibrations multiplying his pleasure in a seemingly infinite way.

• camboy!danny, who loves seeing the chat absolutely blow up with people praising him, begging for more, begging for him. he gets cockier with every compliment, and how could he not? all that approval makes him want more, it makes him wanna give more. so, little by little, he gets more vocal. eventually, he even starts talking to his viewers, thanking them, teasing them, etc.

• camboy!danny, who whimpers. so much that it's a staple for his content. he can't help it, as soon as he starts feeling good his lips start spitting out the most vulgar, intoxicating sounds, pleasing the eyes on him even more.

• camboy!danny, who is constantly asked about dildos and such. at first, it's a hard no, but as time goes on and his content changes, he eventually starts to consider it. so, he'll give in and buy himself one. after a few private uses, he decides he might as well- he's already done so much, what's a little more? especially when his chat asks so politely..

• camboy!danny, who's genuinely surprised at how feral everyone goes as soon as he pulls out his new toy. he'll blush like crazy, insisting it's a one time thing and that they shouldn't get too excited (it's not, and they should). he'll take his time, laying back and teasing himself with the silicone object before finally beginning to fuck himself with it on camera. the amount of people watching him almost doubles, hundreds of eager viewers getting off to the perfect display. he'll push it in deep, his movements getting quicker, rougher, until he's practically cockdrunk.

• camboy!danny, who loves to overstimulate himself. sometimes he'll stream for hours, cumming over and over again until he can barely even process what's going on. whether it's with a dildo, another toy, or just his hands, he always manages to push himself to his own limits.

***

bonus <3:

• camboy!danny, who isn't always such a mess. some days he just needs stress relief, his mood low and his body tense. he'll touch himself with rough hands, groaning and huffing instead of his usual soft sounds. he'll sit with his thighs parted, leaned back against the wall, hair disheveled, feet planted firmly to the ground.. his large, veiny hands relentlessly moving up and down his length, hips occasionally shifting or raising slightly. lord, is it a sight to see.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

[twirlingsmilingwriting]

Tolerate it broke me 🙃

I really hope u write a part three with more angst but this time angst on coryo’s part… maybe the reader realizes that coryo is manipulating her in every aspect just like he did on pt 2 when he was crying and then she is just depressed and sad to the point she poison herself 👀 the same poison snow would use… she doesn’t want to be with him anymore yet can’t see a life without him. And it will be like another turning point in coryo’s life where because she died he realizes what he did wrong and is guilty but this turns him more like the evil man we know in the og trilogy and just like Lucy Gray the reader would haunt him for the rest of his life.

:O i like your funny words magic person

Firstly THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING YOUR TIME TO SUBMIT AN IDEA. Secondly, ooooo how this would hurt in the best way possible. What if we take a nod to shakespeare and have HIM DIE TOO!! nah maybe thats too much death...

seriously tho I really like this idea. I might tweek it a little but I will keep this one in mind when I write. Maybe in the end Coryo goes on another little ramble about love and how he must swear to get married much later when he truly needs a wife only to bare his next heirs (cuz lets be real bro got that misogynistic flare) so they have less time to run away and then he will cry for ages because he realizes, while he didn't truly love the reader as he said he would never love again, he carried about them truly and deeply and the lack of their presence in the house has turned it into a wasteland of what once was. There was plenty of talk about metaphorical dust being left on the pages of their love but it has been replaced actual dust painting the walls of their house where the reader used to roam. OOOOO AM I COOKING RAHHHH.

If yall got any more ideas send them in!

[annamatix]

episode 1 of the jenny-anna taylor jurdan collab series YIPPEE (that's a mouthful we'll need to find a better name)

@viivdle did cardan's pov in two parts (linked at the bottom of this post) and i did jude's here

today’s topic: dancing with our hands tied (jurdan’s version)

“i, i loved you in secret” = jude didn’t tell a single soul that she had feelings for cardan

“first sight, yeah we love without reason” = after their first kiss she was super confused and didn’t understand why she was growing feeling for him, hence the ‘without reason’

“oh, 25 years old” = they weren’t 25, but they were very young so this could mean how literally the fate of the land fae was thrust into the hands of ‘kids’ (18?? 19??)

“oh, how were you to know, my love had been frozen. deep blue but you painted me golden” = in tcp jude clearly states that she is not interested in marrying or has feelings for anyone, but cardan kickstarted those feelings, clearly

“oh, and you held me close” = she was around cardan a lot, he kept her close to stead as seneschal and whatnot

“i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets” = this could refer to the way cardan was slowly becoming more spy-like, learning from the roach (‘hands in my pockets’ = him stealing stuff, like her heart)

“picture of your face in an invisible locket” = 1) this is elfhame, so invisible lockets are totally normal, and 2) this could also mean how cardan was always on jude’s mind, like when he turned into a serpent she still imagined him sitting there, giving her pointers in his own sarcastic way

“you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling” = the way when jude was seneschal, cardan would always say things like ‘what a shame not one of them knows who their real ruler is’ and jude always feeling like this power could slip out of her grasp soon

“and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” = smirk (sorry) basically this could be about when jude and cardan did something together and agreed on it, it was a rare moment, making it 'sacred'

“people starting talking putting us through our paces” = there’s lots of whispering in courts like elfhame’s and jurdan was definitely affected by them

“i knew there was no one in the world who could take it, i had a bad feeling” = jude crowned cardan against his will, and she had to bear so many responsibilities, so again she felt like the power could fall from her anytime soon

“but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied” = even though she was seneschal, jude felt powerless in many ways, frustrated that she couldn’t control cardan, hence the ‘hands tied’

“yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time” = jude and cardan kept repressing their feelings for each other, and then whenever they felt something/did something, they were always surprised (‘like it was the first time’ = signaling even though they did it before, they were still shocked, like the first time they did it)

(skipping the rest of the chorus, it’s basically a repeat)

“i, i loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” = painfully obvious, a mortal and a faerie?? jude duarte and the beloved high king of elfhame?? not even in your wildest dreams, right?

“so baby can we dance, through an avalanche” = jurdan has been through a LOT together, this somewhat symbolizes that

“and say, say that we got it, i’m a mess but i'm the mess that you wanted” = do i even have to say it? jude i-poison-myself-every-day-and-made-a-deal-with-prince-dain-who-made-me-stab-clean-through-my-hand-plus-i-did-a-shit-ton-of-other-insane-things duarte, and cardan is head over heels for this woman

“oh, cause it’s gravity, keeping you with me” = its so hard to keep cardan under her thumb, and also unbelievable he would do it on his own accord. this could also work romantically, its crazy to her that cardan actually loves her

(skipping the chorus cuz i already did it above)

“i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again” = symbolizes the time when cardan was a serpent, jude didn’t care which type of cardan he would be, what would happen, or anything else, she just wanted him next to her again. girlie was highkey desperate

(the rest of the song is basically the chorus)

wow thank you for reading until here *bows*

sorry if its shallow jenny is the better analyzer between us two 🙏

cardan's pov part 1

cardan's pov part 2

[grimalkinmessor]

Hi! i just came across your vlog and wth ur soooo good at writing , I lOvE It !!

Can you do 28 , 32 , 34 , 44 for Meronia ? Sorry if some of these are already written .

🤍🖤

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Mello is the better cook—Near burns water. That boy has never touched a stove in his LIFE he would be awful at it. He tries to bake a cake for Mello for his birthday and it comes out so bad that Mello thinks he's legit trying to poison him 😭

But even though Mello can cook, he doesn't cook for Near all that often, because Near's not really,,,,into food. Like, the sensory experience of food is just distasteful to him; it's partially why he's so fucking malnourished. It's only when Near's having a good day that Mello might make him something, because that's when he knows he'll eat it. Otherwise he just chucks a apple sauce container at Near's head and leaves him be.

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Mello drinks, but Near only drinks when Mello. encourages him to.

And part of the reason Mello does this is because he wants to see Near plastered off half a glass of wine. Near gets so so eepy and giggly when he's drunk it's embarrassing and Mello loves it. He likes carrying pouty drunk Near around like a princess and listening to that perpetually deadpan voice slur and stutter through words and listen to how often he proclaims "I love Mellwo, I....wuuuuv Mello will you tell him I love him? 'Cuz I do, I do soooo much" lmao he's living it UP.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

I'm gonna go with yes, because they grew up together and had experiences together that only they shared, so inside jokes would be kind of inevitable.

One/two of their favorites is a reference to Beyond and it's "Think he's got an A-complex?" and it's DARK but they both laugh every time and the SPK is always so so confused about wtf they're talking about.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

Eehhh kinda?? They cuddle at night because Mello is a heat seeking missile when he's asleep, and Near likes to cling whether he's unconscious or not, but Mello never consciously cuddles Near—at least, not at first. Not for a good long while. He wakes up with Near trapped in his arms but it's a gamble on whether or not he yoi ked him over in his sleep or if Near wriggled his way in there himself so he usually ignores it. Near loves cuddles though. Mello cuddles are the best 🥰

[lovetrouble123]

MCR lyrics you can use for writing prompts:)

Bullets

“The amount of pills I’m taking counteracts the booze I’m drinking”

“And you can cry all you want to I don’t care”

“We’re not working out”

“And you can’t keep my brother, and you won’t fuck my friends”

“You put the spike in my heart”

“And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat”

“Will it wash away this jet black feeling?”

“The night club sets the stage”

“We’ll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey”

“Please save my soul”

“Can you stake me before the sun goes down?”

“Imaginary wedding gown”

“We’ll eat goodbye the hundredth time, and then tomorrow we’ll do it again”

“A thousand bodies piled up I never thought would be enough”

“These hands, stained red,”

“We can wash down this engagement ring with poison and kerosene”

“Without a sound, I wish you away”

“We could be perfect one last night”

“Please understand it has to be this way”

“You said were not celebrities. We spark and fade, they die by three”

“And I think I’ll blow my brains against the ceiling”

“Just think happy thoughts”

“You’re not in this alone”

“And if the world needs something better, let’s give them one more reason now”

“Hello angel, tell me where are you?”

“Tell me where we go from here”

“And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?”

“Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen”

“Running away and hiding with you”

“And if I had the guts to put this to your head”

“Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained”

“And in saying you loved me, made things harder at best”

“But does anyone notice, there’s a corpse in this bed?”

“When we met in the emergency room”

“Well I felt I couldn’t take another day inside this place”

“I thought I heard you say ‘I like you. We can get out, we don’t have to stay inside this place’”

“Set the Farris wheel ablaze”

“You left my heart an open wound, and I love you for this day”

“One day we’ll run away!”

“If you took the time to notice me”

“But you don’t work here anymore”

“I can’t help but think I’ll die alone”

“I’d end my days with you, in a hail of bullets”

“I’m trying to let you know just how much you mean to me”

“All we are is bullets”

“Know how much I want to show you, you’re the only one”

“Like a bed of roses there’s a dozen reasons in this gun”

“And as we’re touching hands, and in this pool of blood”

“I’ll meet your eyes”

Three Cheers

“And what’s the worst you take, from every heart you break?”

“Things are better if I stay”

“We’ll meet again when both our cars collide”

“This is how we like to do it in the murder scene”

“Can we settle up the score?”

“But I miss you more than I did yesterday”

“You’re beautiful!”

“Oh don’t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own?”

“‘Well there’s no way I’m kissing that guy!’”

“He’s not around he’s always looking at men”

“Got nasty blisters from the money she spends”

“Increase the medication, share the vows at the wake”

“And the choice you made, to the end”

“In the middle of a gun fight…”

“Say a prayer”

“I’ll kiss your lips again”

“My cellmates a killer”

“Oh I miss my mom, will they give me the chair?!”

“Nobody knows all the trouble I’ve seen!”

“Do you have the keys to the hotel?! Cuz I’m gonna set this mother fucker on fire!”

“What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?”

“I’m not okay (trust me!)”

“I never said I’d lie and wait forever”

“If I died we’d never together.”

“You are never coming home”

“And I remember now, at the top of my lungs, in my arms, she dies”

“(…) get the feeling that you’re never all alone?”

“And all the things that you never ever told me”

“Gaze into her killing jar I’d sometimes stare for hours”

“She even poked the holes so I can breathe”

“It’s the hardest part of living”

“I’m lost in the prescription she’s got something else in mind”

“And for the last night I lie, could I lie next to you?”

“Pull the plug”

“Slip into the tragedy”

“You’ve spun this chamber dry”

“(…) I’m not much a poet but a criminal”

“I’m just the way that the doctor made me”

“What’s life like bleeding on the floor?”

“You’re running after something that you’ll never kill”

“If this is what you want then fire at will!”

“Preach all you want but who’s gonna save me?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“That girls not right in the brain!”

“She won’t stop me/put it down/so get your gun and meet me by the door”

“For what you did to me, well I’ll do to you!”

“You told me this gets harder, well it did.”

“I’m taking back the life you stole”

“(…) from the razor to the rosary”

“This hole you put me in, wasn’t deep enough”

“I’ve lost my fear of falling/I will be with you”

“(…)in the dress your husband hates”

“Where the search lights find us drinking by the mausoleum door”

“And they found you in the bathroom floor!”

“Did you get what you deserve?”

“Is this what you always want me for?”

“Can I meet you alone?”

“Touched by angels though, I fall out of grace”

“Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets”

“Clean me off, I’m so dirty babe!”

“It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame”

“I tried but I lied!”

“They gave us two shots to the back of the head”

Black Parade

“Now come on, come all, to this tragic affair”

“Wipe off that makeup what’s in despair”

“You might wake up and notice you’re someone you’re not”

“If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, you can find out first hand what it’s like to be me”

“I’d encourage your smiles!”

“When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!”

“Too young to die yet, my dear”

“Did you get what you deserved?”

“You never fell in love”

“And live my life alone forever now”

“(…) all the good girls go to heaven”

“Can you hear me cry out to you?”

“I’m really not so with you anymore, I’m just a ghost”

“(…) so I can’t hurt you anymore”

“If I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes?”

“You’re the one that I need/I’m the one that you loathe”

“So why don’t you blow me?”

“Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me”

“Disappointed faces of your peers”

“Just a man, not a hero”

“Don’t ever think I’ll try and make you stay”

“You’re still a good for nothing, I don’t know”

“I don’t love you like I did yesterday”

“I think I’m gonna burn in hell”

“Tell me I’m a bad man”

“Tell me I’m an angel”

“It’s a compliment, I swear”

“I’ve been a bad motherfucker, tell your sister or another”

“Help her gather all my things”

“(…)Bury me in all my favorite colors”

“I will not kiss you”

“Know that I will never marry”

“I’ve been counting down the days to go”

“I’m writing this letter and wishing you well”

“Stop asking me questions”

“And right now, they’re building a coffin your size”

“Mama, we’re all full of lies”

“You should’ve raised a baby girl, I should’ve been a better son”

“I could have been a better son”

“Don’t return to me”

“But the shit that I’ve done with this fuck if a gun”

“So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die!”

“It feels like somebody is gripping my throat”

“Undeserving of your sympathy”

“Cause there’s no way that I’m sorry for what I did”

“How could you cry for me? Cuz I don’t feel bad about it”

“The hardest part is letting go of your dreams”

“Cause there ain’t no way that I’m coming back again”

“Sometimes I see flames, and sometimes I see people that I love dying”

“(…) keep an eye on your son”

“All teenagers scare the living shit outta me”

“Maybe they’ll leave you alone but not me”

“The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick”

“You’re never gonna fit in much kid”

“Well, I was there on the day they sold the cause for the Queen”

“I hate the ending but it started with an alright scene”

“It was a lie when they smiled and said ‘you won’t feel a thing’”

“And as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting”

“How can you listen all night long?”

“I spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree”

“I know I can’t make you stay”

“A life/love that’s so demanding”

“Honey, if you stay, you’ll be forgiven”

“I see you lying next to me”

“Awake and unafraid/asleep or dead?”

“Send you roses when they think you need to smile”

“And they love it for me honestly”

“The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so”

“I’m such an awful fuck (why thank you)”

“They never had the time”

“You were always born a crime”

“Can’t find my way home, but it’s through you”

“My gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what’s your favorite color punk?”

“Could you sign this photograph? Cuz I’m your biggest fan!”

“No way home”

“Come on angel, don’t you cry”

“Well, you can hide a lot about yourself”

“But honey, what’re you gonna do?”

“And you can sleep in a coffin but the past ain’t through with you”

“Cause we are all a bunch of liars, tell me baby, who do you wanna be?”

“And we all get together to bury our friends”

“It’s been 8/9/10 years since I’ve been seeing your face around here”

“I ain’t feeling the love”

“(…)never paid attention in school”

“I was killing before killing was cool”

“You’ll never take me alive”

“Do what it takes to survive”

“‘Someone save us!’”

“Heaven help us now”

“But I can’t tell if I’ve been breathing or sleeping, or screaming, or waiting”

“I’ve been sprawled on these cathedral steps”

“And will you pray for me?”

“Cover me in gasoline”

“And the punchline to the joke is asking ‘someone save us!’”

“You don’t know a thing about my sins”

“(…)how the misery begins”

Danger Days

“Killjoys, make some noise!”

“Drugs, gimme drugs, I don’t need it but I’ll sell what you got, take the cash and I’ll keep it”

“Hit the gas, kill ‘em all”

“We’re on your property standing in V formation”

“Eat plastic surgery”

“Keep your apology”

“Oh, let me tell you ‘bout the sad man”

“Remember when you were mad man? Thought you was Batman”

“Kiss me, you animal!”

“Everybody wants to change the world”

“But no one wants to die”

“It’s death or victory”

“I’d rather go to hell than be in purgatory”

“Pull this pin, let this world explode”

“Gag and bore me”

“I got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow point smile”

“Lets blow a hole in this town”

“(…) do our talking with a laser beam”

“‘Jenny, could you come back home?’”

“Let me be the one to save you”

“Stop your preaching right there, cuz I really don’t care and I’ll do it again”

“Tell the truth and god will save you”

“Dying in the process”

“Buy yourself the motivation”

“I am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer”

“I refuse to answer”

“Keep running”

“There might be something outside your window, but you’ll just never know”

“Fame is now injectable!”

“Faith is unavailable!”

“I can’t slow down, I won’t be waiting for you”

“Don’t fuck around, this is our last chance!”

“Kill the party with me”

“I’m unbelievable”

“I’m undefeatable”

“Are we still having fun?”

“Are you holding the gun?”

“Take the money and run!”

“I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“I think I’m gonna go now”

“Remember me”

“I still think of the bombs they built”

“Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me”

“I say it’s okay, I know you can tell”

“And though you see me smile, I still think of the guns they sell”

“Everybody pay attention to me!”

“I got the answer!”

“Ain’t no DJ gonna save my soul, I sold it long about for rock n roll”

“(…)we’d be killing ourselves by sleeping in”

“And keep your cars, and your dogs and your famous friends”

“Ain’t nobody gonna take my life”

“Ain’t no preacher gonna save me now”

“We came to party!”

“Cuz the devils got your number”

“Not a victim of a victims life”

“We’re believers”

“We can steal this car if you folks down mind”

“If you save yourself tonight”

“I’ll tell you all how the story ends”

“It ain’t about the friends you made but the graffiti they write on your grave”

“Who gives a damn if we lose the war?”

“Save yourself and I’ll hold them back tonight”

“Make a wish when your childhood dies”

“Hear the knock, knock, knock when she cries”

“We’re all alone tonight”

“Count to seventeen and close your eyes”

“I’ll keep you inside/tonight”

“See the rust through your playground eyes”

“We’re all in love tonight”

“Love won’t stop this bomb”

“Run, bunny, run!”

“(…)with brick in hand, your lip gloss smile, your scraped up knees and—.”

“How long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm?”

“Terrified of what I’d be as a kid from what I’ve seen”

“Turn my headphones up real loud. I don’t think I need them now, cuz you stopped the noise.”

“You can runaway with me anytime you want”

“They don’t like who you are”

“Brother, protect me now”

“You/I don’t believe in god”

“You/I don’t believe in luck”

“I believe we’re the enemy!”

“They laugh, we don’t think it’s funny.”

“Hold on tight and don’t look back”

“When we were young we used to say”

“(…)that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break”

“Now we are the kids from yesterday”

“All the cameras watch the accidents and starts you hate”

“Does the television make you feel the pills you ate, or every person that you need to be?”

“(…)we came to fuck”

“When you wanna be a movie star”

“Play it right and drive a Volvo car”

“Pills don’t help but it sure is funny”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you!”

“The music is way too loud, gonna have to turn it down a little—sorry!”

“The tabloids lie”

“We don’t dare to sing another song for California!”

“Every second that you take to fake your life”

“I don’t like being alone”

“I’ll meet you down at the metro station”

“I’m going to show you how much I love you”

“Don’t need the system”

“We can kill/leave it if we try”

“And write it on the walls, I hope you die”

“Manipulation, just to form an alibi”

“You’re the prototype/only type for me”

“And if Heaven wants to take us they can try!”

“Got the eyes on you”

“I don’t have much of an education, but I got a knack for elimination!”

“This is the bonus stage!”

“I want annihilation!”

“A new design for X and Y”

“Exterminate the dream”

“I hate you!”

“Kill everybody!”

Conventional Weapons

“I’m not asking”

“He’s not dead, he only looks that way”

“You can watch them stab me on your television”

“We got the bomb (let’s go!)”

“Say a prayer for ___.”

“You fell in love with a vampire”

“Say hello/goodbye to the good times”

“If we crash this time, they got machines to keep us alive”

“(…)choke down the words with no meaning”

“We got no heroes cuz our heroes are dead.”

“But the words get lost when we all look the same”

“The microphones got a tap wire!”

“Keep your money and I’ll see you in hell”

“You don’t know a thing about this life”

“(…)we are not afraid/we are not ashamed”

“I’ll be the one who drives you home tonight”

“We are not the same”

“We could get somebody else, but we want someone like you”

“I’ll tell you all about it when you fall in love”

“If I’m old enough to die for your mistakes”

“They’re teaching me to kill, who’s teaching me to love?”

“I’m/she’s never gonna have a son”

“You’ll never fight alone”

“Cuz I wanted you to know that the world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me”

“Are you thinking of me now?”

“(…)there’s a morning after”

“Are you thinking of me like I’m thinking of you?”

“I would say I’m sorry”

“I’m thinking of you every night, every day”

“Stop your crying, helpless feeling”

“Dry your eyes and start believing”

“There’s one thing they’ll never take from you”

“So long to all my friends, every one of them met tragic ends”

“If I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep”

“Never let them take the light behind your eyes”

“One day, I’ll lose this fight”

“Be strong and hold my hand”

“Time, it comes for us, you’ll understand”

“If you promise not to cry”

“I’ll fail and lose this fight”

“When I’m here no longer, you be stronger”

“We kill the girls to get paid”

“(…)put the whole damn room on the edge of a blade”

“I’ll keep believing”

“Stay clean”

“(…)put the record on”

“Grab the cash and run!”

“Let the suits watch each other kill one another”

“You gotta kiss that ring”

“Keep the faith”

“Is it hard to stay clean?”

“The cannibals are starving when they’re looking at you!”

“White lines, nose bleeds”

“Anybody gonna come and rescue me?”

“One day, you’re gonna have some explaining to do”

“Got a taste for the cash and androgyny”

“She’s alright”

“I’ll remember this night when you’re gone”

“I surrender every dream”

“I’ll remember your eyes when you’re gone”

“So give me all you’ve got, I can take it”

“Kissed all the boys in your city lights”

“Did you make it?”

“Cuz it makes me who I am”

“I took the pills for these empty nights”

“They always told me that you’ll never get to heaven with a life like yours”

“And though I missed the change for this”

“I confess that I can’t wait until it’s gone”

“Don’t go if you have more to say”

“(…)the world don’t need another hopeless cause”

Extras

“These eyes have had to much to drink again tonight”

“I’ve been calling you all week for my shotgun!”

“Pick up the phone fucker!”

“I wanna see what your insides look like”

“I bet you’re not fucking pretty on the inside”

“Well lie another day”

“And did you come to stare or wash away the blood?”

“Did we all fall down?”

“From the lights to the pavement, from the van to floor, from backstage to the doctor, from the earth to the morgue.”

“I can see you awake anytime in my head”

“You can run but you can’t hide from this”

“We laughed about the time we fell”

“There’s writing on the ceiling that only I can see”

“(…) I don’t give a fuck”

“We got the right to anything we want”

“Well, gather ‘round, I’ll tell you all a story about heartache and woe”

“I think your politics stink”

“Somebody buy me a drink”

“Well, she’s always going on about the town you grew up in”

“You’ll never take me back home”

“I never wanna go home with you”

“And you’re walking away, and I will drown in the tears”

“(…)I’m not backing your decision”

“I’m not afraid of you”

“Come on, you have something you wanna show me?”

“(…)a new toy to self destruct”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve”

“There’s all types of people in this city; what kind of person are you?”

“Could you please just hold my hand?”

“Everybody’s talking ‘bout the way you left your man”

“I fell in love with her again, my baby”

“Cuz I’m not that type of girl”

“All your life, I let you down—not again”

“Love was just a passing phase”

“But don’t leave me here!”

“Don’t believe what you read or sometimes what you see”

“Are you happy this way?”

“Tell the judge that I’m innocent. Tell the jury I’m no one at all”

“She won’t stop the bleeding, baby”

“The others are to blame”

“Darling, I’m a bad man”

“Sing the praise again”

“What if I’m that bad man?”

“You can bitch all you want but I’m never gonna leave you alone”

“I’m a bad motherfucker, an abandoned mental lover”

“(…)maybe if that bad man killed me once again”

“It was the worst thing that I’d ever done”

“You gave me gun”

“I won’t tell a soul”

“It was the last time I saw her/him/them alive”

“Sometimes you do things you need to do to survive”

“I’m needing your touch”

“And ___, come home”

“I waited so long for someone to say, ‘if you could hold on, I’d maybe get you to stay’”

“You sad motherfucker”

“She got the call, and then she threw her jacket on”

“(…) stormed off down the hall”

“You are all to blame”

“She went alone and went to the emergency”

“(…)parked her car in the dark”

“They told her, ‘please, he only has but minutes more…you might just say goodbye”

“(…) find a better way to love me”

“Some people watch, some people pray”

“But why we have to stay?”

“We were born to lose”

“Just look at all that pain”

“I think it got you laid”

“Fake your death”

“Come on and feel that shame”

“They wanna grip the cross”

“Kiss my battery”

“Fuck this whole wide world!”

“Turn up the fakes and lies”

“Spit casually”

“Medication and the way your eyes look into me”

“Lubrication, can you turn off all the lights so I can’t see?”

“I’m so fucking old!”

“I’m so fucking alone!”

“Crash into this institution”

“I’m putting off medication, it always makes me tired”

“I can’t play pretend”

“I’m wide awake most minutes”

“I’m not asleep most days”

“Well did I say too much?”

“I’ll never go to bed”

“I’ll kiss their lips again”

“Just give me peace tonight”

“See the man who stands upon the hill”

“He dreams of all the battles won”

“But fate had left its scars upon his face”

“And so time with age, it turns the page”

“You find god in pain”

“We lay in the foundations of decay”

“He was there, the day the towers fell, and so he wandered down the road”

“And press til you can’t take it anymore!”

“And so he gets to die a saint but she will always be the whore”

“You look stressed out!”

“The poison is the cure”

“You must fix your heart”

“Yes, it comforts me much more”

“Get up coward!”

[keets-writing-corner]

personal head canons about lucifer lets GO

idk I feel like compiling personal head canons about him that are canon to me until proven wrong by season 2 LETS GO

All powerful seraphim angel can't be harmed by anything other than those higher ranking than him? This means he can't get poisoned either right? If he can't get poisoned then he also can't get drunk. Like at all. I wanna see an episode where he just outdrinks every person there, surprising everyone cuz he so smol

this also means that meds don't work on him either. Poor dude

He will squeal every time he sees something cute and coo over it, no exceptions (PLEASE I REALLY WANT AN EPISODE WHERE THERES A PHOTO OF BABY CHARLIE AND HE GOES AROUND SHOVING IT IN PEOPLE'S FACES LIKE "LOOK HOW CUTE SHE ISSS")

he and Charlie used to play "trapeze" when she was younger, aka that thing they did together in "More than Anything" cuz clearly she knew what he was going to do, she's been to that pocket dimension before, she's done it a million times

The one that there's technically no official source for but COME ONNNN HE TOTALLY BROUGHT TWO OF CHARLIE'S PLUSHIES TO LIFE AS RAZZLE AND DAZZLE COME ONN HE DID THAT WE KNOW HE DID

He made Lulu World for Charlie. Not just out of love but like, maybe also cuz he felt bad his depression was making him such a bad parent and he wanted to create of monument of his love for her. The fact that everyone else can go there too is just eh

Cuz of my dissociation headcanon for him (the one that the worse his depression got, the harder that it was for him to hear full conversations with his brain bleeping out large chunks of the sentences) Him agreeing to exterminations was entirely an accident

because of his meeting with heaven where he accidentally allowed for exterminations went so horribly because of his mental health, he developed anxiety about meeting with them at all, or just meetings in general. What if he agrees to something else that's terrible?? (He sent Charlie in to meet with Adam right RIGHT, IM NOT READING TOO MUCH INTO THIS I KNOW ITS CUZ HE WAS SCARED OF MEETING WITH HEAVEN AND ACCIDENTALLY MAKING ANOTHER BAD DECISION I KNOW ITS THIS)

part of the reason he was so hesitant to get charlie a meeting with heaven, wasn't just that he was scared for her, but because he was scared of talking to heaven again cuz of that anxiety ^

He knows he's been flubbing his words in addition to missing what people are saying, and he's over compensating hard

As an angel, his default is a Lover. He loved humanity. He loves his wife. He loves his daughter. He will do ANYTHING for the ones he loves, anything. *grabs you by your shirt* ANYTHING like pretty sure it's to an extremely unhealthy degree

I think maybe a huge part of his depression is justly because he's a lover at heart, and he's been living for thousands of years surrounded by the worst of humanity which shattered his ability to love them as he once did. It's not just disappointment and betrayal, it's a loss of a huge part of your identity. So now there's just this great big hole there that's he's desperately trying to fill in with things to love but uhhh his love for charlie and for ducks isn't enough, and he's trying to overcompensate SO HARD

(this one might actually be canon) because he's a lover, this means he's not naturally a violent person. It takes SO MUCH poking and prodding to get him to actually outright attack someone. Niffty literally scaled him like a tree and he just :\ Alastor was pushing all the buttons and Lucifer just toyed around with him for the most part (granted, Mimzy came in right when Alastor was about to get humbled HARD). Lucifer didn't even raise a finger against Adam until he stupidly tried attacking Charlie literally right in front of him

Maybe it's the shitty mental health and thousands of years of suppression, maybe it's cuz hell changed him, but he really enjoyed going ham on Adam. I think it was cathartic as hell for him. He probably had a lot of pent up emotions that he was just wailing out onto Adam

Lilith once tasked Lucifer of keeping an eye on young Charlie while she went out, and he thought it was totally an okay thing to teach an 8 year old how to summon fireworks. Lilith tells him to stick to the trapeze game...

Lucifer and Sera have an intense history and know each other very well. Neither of them like each other

I can't explain it but, Lucifer and Emily have never met, and while this is more of an Emily headcanon, she cannot recognize him on sight. If they ever were to meet, he'd assume she knows who he is, and she doesn't and he'd have to introduce himself and she'd be so HYPE instead of scared and full of questions for him. He'd probably like her

tops men, bottoms with women, granted it seems so far his preference is for women (but I enjoy all the lucifer ships, ngl)

Keekee used to be his pet and he gave her to Charlie when she asked for the "family building" (the hotel)

pretty sure he never wanted to be king, it's just something he got saddled with

shoot I was rereading and I had one more I wanted to put in here but I forgot like .5 seconds after I thought of it. Oh well this list is plenty long anyways