#god i am so fucking tired. and idk what the hell i can even do about it

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Maybe I just miss havin someone else to blame

[astrxealis]

on a whim and in spite of my responsibilities i have started on making a whole 9 chapter self-indulgent fic for mr. grim reaper from the hit game 'a date with death'

[piplupod]

oh i think I'm going to throw myself into a ravine actually

[lovecorebasil]

hmm .

[lavenderlyncis]

Join me in reviewing Olivia Rodrigo's album GUTS. I've waited years for this!!

all-american bitch - 9/10, big fan. I love it when she screams because the world is unfair. same girl, same

bad idea right? - 10/10. I know this one is controversial but I LOVE her more punky songs, I think that's when she's best

vampire - 10/10. I'm not always a fan of piano ballads, but the bridge and outro really make it for me. The hurt turning into anger and despair is just so cathartic. And the video is one of my faves of all time

lacy - 1000/10. What the hell. Did not expect to feel this much emotion from that title. Uhhh... yeah, same. I super relate to that. Whether or not lacy is supposed to be a real person or a manifestation of the beauty standard, this hits. Also, idk if I'm making this up but I dig the romantic undertones, they sell it

ballad of a homeschooled girl - "I made it weird, I made it worse"/10. OLIVIA HOW DID YOU KNOW that I lie awake thinking about all the weird things I did and said, Olivia, did you write this for me specifically??? Every day I am alive IS social suicide. I'm sorry, this is my song, actually. "Can't think of a third line", she's so real

making the bed - "I'm playing the victim so well in my head"/10. How. Does. She. Do. It? I could write an entire essay about this song. Maybe THIS is my song?? She's so good at saying exactly how I feel. I already know that this song will play a million times on my phone. Also I love the drivers license references. Big fan of the making the bed metaphor

logical - 9/10. favourite crime vibes. She's good with these songs about bad relationships. Used to be my favourite thing she did, but now I'm more invested in the songs that are about her/other experiences. That being said this song is really fucking good. This is the Olivia I fell in love with and she's still amazing at doing piano ballads

get him back! - 9/10. Olivia having ANOTHER song with speak-singing where she wants to get back with her ex?? Yes, PLEASE. Bad idea right 2.0. Fucking obsessed

love is embarrassing - 10/10. I said it before I'll say it again, angry Olivia is the best. And she's right, love IS embarrassing as hell

the grudges - 10/10. She does the paino ballads SO WELL. I think this is my favourite one on here. Because, wow, yeah, that is how it is

pretty isn't pretty - i can't rate this/10. GOD, I love it when she talks about insecurities. And don't think I don't see that skipping lunch line. It's sp hard to articulate how this song makes me feel. Especially since I've been low key comparing myself to her, even though we have entirely different bodies and faces. It's nice to know she also struggles with this. And she's right, you could do literally anything to change your appearance and you'd still be unhappy

teenage dream - 100000/10. "Is it recording? Of course it is.", the way I gasped. Okay, I love the interpretation of it ending with a child to be about growing up and childhood innocence. But the line she says?? Especially combined with the meaning of the song it feels a lot like it's about taking away youth by recording it and putting it out there just like she was supposed to be everyone's teenage dream as a child actor and young musician. This feels so personal to her while also being relatable to others. I'm 19 too, Olivia and I are born in the same year. And this is exactly how I feel about growing up. I hope it gets better, my teenage years were crap, I'm tired of being young, but it's also the only thing I can hold onto. I'm honestly terrified of turning 20. But hey, Olivia did it, so... it'll get better, right?

[merlucide]

LATE NIGHT SNACK RUNS WITH SHIDOU

Notes: lmao I was bored so I wrote this Ig- trying to make myself like writing again 💀

wc: 750

warnings: shidou, I wrote this tired so idk how it is

Your boyfriend is 'special,' you could say. He's got a big personality and an even bigger ego. He's prone to getting into fights and has zero shame about it. But, you love him nonetheless. You are the most important person in his life, and he makes sure you damn well know it.

But right now, you honestly feel like throttling him. It's 3 AM, and he's spammed your phone with calls more times than you can count. You responded with a kind, "Fuck off, I'm sleeping," and turned on DND. You managed to slip back into sleep, if only for a brief moment.

Your rest is interrupted again, this time by the uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Groggily, you blink your eyes open to find a dark figure towering over you.

You let out a shriek and start flailing at the figure.

"Ow, stop—it's me! Stop—IT'S ME!!" a familiar voice urgently whispers. You squint in the darkness, heart hammering. You soon realize the so-called intruder is actually your stupid boyfriend, Ryusei.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU- WHAT- WHY?? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE???" you hiss, smacking his arm as he scoffs.

"uh- I called you like a gazillion times, and I threw rocks at your window, but you didn't wake up" Ryusei explains nonchalantly, glancing from the window back to you with a smirk beginning to form. "You know, you really should lock your window, babe. Someone could sneak in."

You smack his arm again, harder this time, receiving a small 'ouch' from him.

"What do you want, Ryusei?" you grumble, massaging your temples.

He grins, grabbing your shoulders. "Well, I was bored, so I thought we should totally hit up 7-11, yeah?"

With a deep sigh, you accepted defeat. "Fine. I'll go with you. But God so help me, if you pull another stunt like this again, I will break up with your insufferable ass- you hear me?"

His grin widens, and he starts climbing out the window. "Yes, ma'am," he replies cheerfully.

You grab a hoodie and peek out of your room to make sure no one was awakened by your earlier scream of terror.

Stepping out the window, you slide down to the ground below. Ryusei offers his hand, which you take, and together you start jogging down the street.

The night air is chilly but refreshing, not cold. The streets are deserted, as expected at 3 AM. Ryusei is dressed down in sweats and an oversized hoodie, his hair flatter without his usual styling, and his face bare without the iconic eyeliner. Under the yellow hue of the streetlights, his skin seems to glisten. Sometimes you think, he could have been a model in another life.

You and Ryusei chat aimlessly and stumble over each other's feet as you walk. Arriving at the 7-11, you grab snacks that you both know are unhealthy. You both get Slurpees and head to the checkout.

You both share your snacks, and show each other your colored tongues. 

Ryusei takes a sip of his drink and looks over at you. "Y’know, we should do this more often," he suggests.

You playfully roll your eyes. "Oh yeah? Why?"

Ryusei grins, looking around at the empty streets. "Because, let's be honest, when else are we going to run around like this without anyone else in our way? It’s like the world’s ours for the taking."

You laugh, shaking your head at his straightforward reasoning. "Only Shidou Ryusei would think a run to 7-11 at 3 AM is a grand adventure" you respond, amused by his enthusiasm.

He snorts, slinging the 7-11 bag kver his shoulders. "Admit it, you’re kinda loving the freedom too," he says, nudging you gently with his elbow.

You sigh but can't hide your smile. "Maybe a bit. But let’s aim for the daylight hours next time, okay?"

"Can’t promise that," he shoots back with a mischievous smirk.

As you finish up your late night snack run and head back and the first hints of dawn start to light the sky.

You climb up to the window, you wave your boyfriend goodnight as he sends you kisses. You returned them as he runs off into the street. you both crawl back into bed, content and a bit exhausted.

You never know what to expect with Ryusei, but that what’s makes being with him fun right?

I SWEAR I WILL DO THE REQS OKAY??

made April 8th 2024

[raccoonsface]

“T-Tara?” Pt.2

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Words- About 750

Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else

Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emails’ password and that email was connected to my other account so I’m on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Part 1

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“Jeez the suns out early”

Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.

She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock

“SHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOL”

She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldn’t be that hard… right?

“Okay I’m fucked… I can’t find my keys.”

Oh Well she’s fucked

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Tara’s POV

“I’m gonna fucking die”

I’m not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn it’s hot out

Fuck I didn’t bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, you’re gonna die on the side of the street. I’ve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.

“Damn two days in a row”

Is this heaven? Ugh it’s too bright here.

“Hah, no this isn’t heaven Tara” oh it’s Y/n

“Well if it isn’t then what am I doing looking at a goddess” damn what’s going on right now

“Geez don’t you got the pick up lines when you’re literally gasping for air”

She’s funny, and really pretty

“Okay, Tara here you go” Her and that extra inhaler

I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe that’s for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I don’t really see the point in it.

“You good Tara?” So kind

“Huh, oh yeah” me and my dumbass self

“Okay good… what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?” Looking for a princess like you

“Oh- uhm I’m running late for school”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was school on Saturdays” shit of course it’s Saturday, that’s why my alarm didn’t go off.

“Oh… I forgot it was Saturday” oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!

“Huh, well you need a ride to get home?” I think I’m gonna faint

“Uhm I mean if you’re willing to” Oh. My. God.

“I mean if you want me to” of course I do beautiful.

“Uh I mean yeah sure”

“Okay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over there”

“Right! Right, I gotta get up” oh my god she’s reaching out her hand towards me, oh I’m gonna die when I get home

“Thanks”

“Yeah, no problem” She seems kinda shy.. it’s probably nothing I’m over analyzing

“Damn this car seat is comfy” no like holy shit this is comfy

“Yeah, I know, they’re custom seats.” Of course they are

“Anyways where do you live?” Oh right!

“Oh uhm it’s uhh” me and my damn it stuttering

“You wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I don’t mean to-“ aww she’s so cute I can’t believe I survived without her before

“I’d love to go out with you- I mean yeah I’m down to go eat with you” what the hell Tara

“Huh, right, anyways where should we go?” Shit I don’t know

“Uhm, let’s go tooooooo…” I have no idea where to go eat

“How about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?” Phew!

“Yeah I think that’s probably the better idea” she’s really smart… she could be my wife..

OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But she’s so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I can’t even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.

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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.

Sorry for the short post! They’ll be way more sooner!

I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I can’t really get much off of her character just from the trailer

Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!

[waddleonmywaywardducks]

Something I would just like to get off my chest...

Literally I just want to talk my shit. This is just SOME of the shit I'm tired of seeing in my community.

I grew up in a extremely god-fearing Christian home. Most of my childhood years where spent in a church or with my nose stuck into a Bible. It was horrible. When I was 10, I was opened to the world of magic and slowly I realized that what I was reading could be true. I began to research as much as I could and now here we are. But anyways, as I began to expand my craft, I start to find myself with people who also practice!

My first experience with the shit talk in my community was from a witch who came from a long line of witches and claimed they were more powerful then me bc of that....I've never seen them practice or even attempt to practice....and their mother is a wiccan....ok yeah sure ☠️ like first off, literally I don't care, I don't care if your mother is a witch, I don't care that "you are the granddaughter of the witches they didn't burn" ☠️☠️ you can miss me with that. Second off, because they claimed to be a more powerful witch they said they could "mentor" me and teach me the "right ways" and when I said no they then told me I would never be powerful and that they would curse me....where's that curse at girlie???? I do not care for power. I do not care for control. I just want to find harmony with myself and the world.

The second experience I had, AND I KNOW EVERYONE. EVERYONE. HAD THIS HAPPEN TO THEM, was the "I've been practicing for x amount of years so....Im actually better then you" I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I do not give a fuck how long you have been practicing. Here's a real question, why do you, a "experienced" witch, feel the need to invalidate new witches, when your practice is all your own? Are you really practicing if you feel the need to scare and fearmonger newer witches? Why not help them?I remember I was at such and loss starting out because no one would tell me, they would be like "how could you not know that?!?!" Or "I would NEVER make that mistake" it's ok to make mistakes, fuck man 8 years later and I still make mistakes. Also, Witchcraft communities have always been about communicating, when looking for where to began, young witches would TURN TO THEIR ELDERS. Why have we driven away from that? Idk I just feel like if you feel the need to invalidate newer witches, you aren't actually secure in your own practice. So are you really better then me? Or are you just worried I'll become more "powerful" then you?

And I know we've all gone through the "I have the most expensive herbs so my spells are way more powerful" just say you love capitalism ☠️☠️ LMFAOOO the witches I see on tiktok are like the over consumption final boss like holy shit. I literally get everything I need from the forest outside my house, I literally haven't bought anything for my practice in like months because I put my time and energy into what I create for my deities, spells, and rituals. And honestly, Ive had way better results because of it. You don't need all this big fancy stuff, just get started with what you have. Make it your own.

Instead of doing all this, mind your business, stay to YOUR craft, and if someone asks for help you can give them what you can. Literally just be a nice person Jesus fucking Christ. Just be a nice person. The entire reason I made this blog was for witches who needed someone to push them in the right direction. This post was me talking shit, if you feel called out....then consider this a sign to try to be better, there's always a chance to start again. And also, in no way am I bashing witches who come from a long line of witches, that shit is cool as hell, I'm just saying when you use it just to be cool and not practice, bc i hate to break it to you but if you don't practice like at all, not even attempt to start, then you aren't a witch my guy im sorry being born into a witch family doesn't automatically make you a witch, you have to carve that shit out for yourself. But anyways it's 1am I'm tired I honestly have no idea why I wrote this. Ok bye.

[canonically47]

hot take i guess, but fandoms (and people in general) are so annoying about romance. like genuinely. its so tiring to find a new interest and want to connect with other fans, only for them to be like “look at my ship!!” “look at this ship!!” and ESPECIALLY when the media WASN’T EVEN ABOUT THAT. i just came back from inside out 2 and wanted to find some fun fanart or thoughts of fellow viewers, instead i am bombarded with sadness x embarrassment or disgust x some video game character. ARE YALL OKAY??? THEY’RE EMOTIONS!!!

you people are so annoying and i am tired of sugar coating it. “filter your tags” i have. “let people ship whatever” i do. “do you not have any ships?” i do, but they go deeper than romance. “this is mean” YOU try being aromantic in a world FILLED TO THE BRIM with your tiring, boresome, disgusting romance. you try being aromantic with so many detailed and complex thoughts on relationships while those around you just go “boy and girl stand together = love”. you try being aromantic in a fandom that is meant to be your escape yet all you’re met with is an unaccessible space because everything, everything, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING, is about something you cannot feel, cannot relate to, cannot understand, something you despise, something that is forced on you, something THE ENTIRE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND.

comfort characters that are canonically aspec? guess what! allos took them too! alastor? “oh well idk he interacts with vox and lucifer once so they must be in love.” georgia from loveless? “aroaces can be in relationships too.” i hate this fan culture and i hate this shipping culture and i hate your romance and i hate your society and i hate you.

you have given me no space to express myself in. you have said the LGBTQ+ community is about love, when i am left feeling none, excluding me, my fellow aspecs, and my trans siblings because god know you put them through hell too. you have told me to seek other fans and all they do is drive me away from what i love. you have called me a broken monster and i just had to fucking take it.

i hate you, and i don’t even want to sugarcoat it anymore. why should i have to specify that i want to spare your feelings? obviously im not all against shipping. obviously im not all against romance. click my profile, you’ll see my all-time favorite ship, you’ll call me a hypocrite. because all you care is the angry words i write and you see on a screen without caring for the complex picture - person - i am behind this account, behind this face.

all you want is your romance and your feelings being spared, and i never have either of those. so excuse me for feeling rage.

[sunlit-mess]

Hello, I hope it's not rude but I'm REALLY REALLY fond of your art!!!!! I was scrolling through your blog from new to old and found that you have Bpd,,,. I only heard about this condition, what is it like? If it's ok to know,,,!

hello, thank u! uhm it's something? HAHAHAHA idk how to explain it 😭🏳 lemme try to be as direct as possible

I'm high-functioning, but there are points I seriously just start showing symptoms.

Emotions: INTENSE as it can get while FEELING 99 PERCENT EMPTY. Something just- keeps you so.. hungry (not literally). Sensory is also another factor, and honestly I burn out a lot, tend to get overwhelmed n meltdown like shit

Identity: I either have BEEF WITH it, feel GODLY, or be so LOW, really low. I live with both passion and hate. I'm very confused. But I can say I'm just tired!

Attachments: Relationships are so hard to maintain bc of how much I fear abandonment, like bro I can't even leave my family as much as I want to. I'm more scared of getting disowned or losing my name. Love is a concept I long to grasp at the same time scared of it, I don't understand jackshit about " love ".

> I tend to self-Isolate with or without reason

> ...I used to test other people whether they can handle me or not, whether they'd leave or not. Not anymore though, but the thought lingers.

> Very- paranoid- about.. perception, neglect and invalidity HAHA.

Mindset: They call it Black and White, or generally just two categories to label my perception of things. However, I try to understand AS MUCH AS I CAN about a situation, etc. See what's in-between before I decide. that's really hard for me to do LOL.

> I always do my best to think and be nice

> I can be so fucking bad at the same time, only to regret it the next second or so

> My mind is scattered all over the place, It's exhausting

Trauma: I have memory problems and a lot to connect with that. Hate and fear is what I'm accustomed to. I live with a fuck ton of active predicaments like hell. Old wounds keeps reopening, and new ones never closes.

Impulse: shows in speech more than in action (THANK GOD LMAO I'D DIE IF I LET MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WIN)

Habits: uhm. Ranging from sunshine and rainbows to SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. I get obsessive, like.. really obsessive.

Coping mechanisms: Usually I have mood stabilizers and anti-depressants n shit, but I don't rely on them anymore (bc I can't keep buying). I don't have good coping mechanisms even for physical needs. It's so bad bro. So I just end up drawing. that's the only good one I can list.

Living with it: Exhausting and an internal war 24/7. Does it affect me physically? Yes. Does it come with other mental factors and conditions? Also yes! But as one of God's most tired soldiers, nothing I can do but keep walking.

What I'm confused about: dawg last time, i kept searching about how conditions co exists like— Thats normal?? N the last diagnosis I was in confirms it does and nothing to worry about. BLUD I AM DEF WORRYING. Autism n bpd? u mean my behavior and shit isnt meant to be invalid as most people perceive — u mean these fckass experiences built that bpd? ☠️ WHAT AM I THEN—

(I'm having a hard time believing it bc as an adult, it's harder to process information like these)

[srslyscary]

body swap?! pt. 1 // bonten

;; alternative title: swapping bodies with bonten sanzu.. clearly a nightmare.

| Contents: SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of drugs, reader lives with bonten

- uhhh.. idk man get ready for ts.. if there are any grammatical mistakes or words that don't seem to make sense just lmk bc sometimes I don't proofread these and my fingers mess up my writing at times.

This was supposed to be a normal morning.

Supposed to be are the key words.

"No fucking way." The woman, or rather... man... looked into the mirror.

"This has got to be some type of dream." She said, doing a full 360. She was no longer the beautiful woman she expected to wake up to be... no no... she was her fucking druggie boyfriend, Sanzu.

She slapped herself a couple of times, hoping it was a dream. Realizing it wasn't as the pain of being slapped so hard came to her. "Oh god no, please god no."

She ran to her boyfriends bathroom, turning on the sink and running water down her face.

Alright bud I don't think this is gonna change anything.

Realizing she couldn't really change this outcome, she became to sob dramatically. "WHY?!"

She didn't have her nice vagina or perfect boobs, but very muscular pecs and a shlong that felt quite heavy. She felt tired standing to be honest.

"How the fuck do men handle all this weight?!"

She sighed, falling to the floor with her hands covering her face. "I'm my drug addicted boyfriend— am I being punished for my sins or something?!"

Yeah you are.. nah I'm just fucking wit ya.

After a few hours, it was around the time breakfast would be made. She decided to make her way down by the elevator, and hopefully finding her boyfriend, who was in her body.

"Morning." She spoke out. Everyone seemed to jump, not being startled by who it was, probably by the fact that they were hearing Sanzu greet the group, which he never does.

"Good morning to you as well.. Sanzu?" Kakucho tilted his head in confusion, everyone was sat eating breakfast. The only people who hadn't come were Mikey, and Sanzu... well... Sanzu in YN's Body.

The elevator was heard opening once again, and everyone looked to see who it was.

"Good morning Boss." Kokonoi spoke, leaving the girl in Sanzu's body fuming. 'WHERE THE HELL IS THAT IDIOT HARUCHIYO.'

"Hey Sanzu... where's YN? She's usually one of the first people down here." Kakucho seemed to question the girl of where her boyfriend currently was.

"Uh... I- Well—"

The elevator dings once again.

...

"GUYS GUYS GUYS I HAVE BOOBS, HUGE BOOBS! LOOK—" The female stopped speaking, grabbing her... chest..and squeezing them.

...

"Oh-"

It was Sanzu. Of course in YN's Body. The female in Sanzu's body became to fume, it looked like smoke was... coming out of her head...? Yeah Sanzu brace yourself buddy.

"You...YOU GROPED ME?!" YN screamed, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. "WAIT WAIT WAIT- BABE HOLD ON-"

You basically just chased him around and grabbed the nearest thing you saw (which unfortunately was a knife) and were about to kill him with it.

“What… is happening.” The boss spoke looking unamused as he watched his #1 chasing his gf with a knife.. while everyone else just looked flabbergasted as they didnt even have a clue what was going on.

safe to say this was a rough experience and you’re currently trying to explain to them all what the situation is.

[heartcereql]

happiness is a butterfly

☆ xavier thorpe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS- you were always there for xavier, even when he chose wednesday.

CW- lowercase intended, cursing, xavier’s an asshole, angst, friends to kinda lovers, kinda happy ending reader’s powers include matter creation and materialising objects.

A/N- okay this took me soooo long and idk how to feel about it. THIS KEEPS GLITCHING OMGGGGGG. anyway enjoy loves 😽

much to your displeasure, you were still infatuated with xavier thorpe. and he knew. and you knew he had feelings for you too. but his feelings for wednesday were stronger, so he pushed the firsts ones away, labelling them as ‘dumb nonsense’ or ‘something in the heat of the moment’.

you knew you were being played. but it was everything you had of him at the moment. so you accepted it.

you knew you were being played. but it was everything you had of him at the moment. so you accepted it.

“guess what?” said xavier, entering your dorm. luckily, your roommate was nowhere to be seen.

“guess what?” said xavier, entering your dorm. luckily, your roommate was nowhere to be seen.

“shoot” you simply responded, lifting your eyes from the book you were reading to his flushed face.

“wednesday asked me to go to the rave’n with her” he was smiling proudly.

you sighed. there was her name again. couldn’t escape her.

“i thought we were going together?” you asked, already knowing his lame excuses.

“no, y/n. we were only going together if none of us had a date. but i have one” he answered.

lies. does he want to go to the rave’n with you or does he not?

“i heard one thing and now i’m hearing another” you muttered.

xavier only scoffed, plopping down on your bed next to you and pulled out his homework.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

the clock on your bedside table flashed 2:08 with green neon numbers. you rubbed your eyes.

you were beyond tired, but you had to urgently finish some arithmetics assignment. you thought about leaving the remaining exercises for breakfast, but then you heard a noise coming from your window.

groaning, you stood up, walking towards your window. the knocking continued.

“xavier!” you whisper-yelled at the boy standing in your balcony “it’s 2 am, what on earth are you doing?” you asked, pulling him inside.

“i just- can we talk?” he asked, barely audible.

you led him to the bathroom as to not to wake your roommate.

“what happened? are you okay?” you spoke a bit louder now.

taking a look at your best friend, you noticed his bothered expression, brows furrowed, leaning against a wall. he looked tired.

“it was all a fucking lie. she just, she thinks i’m that fucking monster so she just wanted to have me under her watch, or get information. screw her” he rambled.

“who are you talking about?” you were exhausted, your mind foggy from all the extra hours awake.

“wednesday”

of course.

your eyes darted to the floor. you had nothing against her, hell, you’d barely even spoken to her. but xavier’s feelings for her. they hurt you.

you felt xavier walking towards you.

“ we can go to the rave’n together. god, i shouldn’t have said yes to her in the first place” he softly said.

you’d actually been talking to a guy from your class, cameron, and you had a feeling he was going to ask you to go to the rave’n, but it seemed to lack any importance to you when xavier spoke. you could go with him. you could actually spend the night with him.

he then took your hands. heat rose up to your cheeks. suddenly the bathroom was hot; it felt like summer.

“i’d love that” you smiled, a part of you aching and pitying your own self.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

and so the week before the rave’n came, and, for you, it was full of happiness. the excitement of buying a dress, gossiping around, guessing who anyone’s date is gonna be.

you even had your dress. it looked amazing on you. made you glow.

but it all felt so surreal. the happiness. the joy. you knew happiness is like a butterfly. because, though xavier had been distant to wednesday, you weren’t oblivious to the way he’d look at her. you’d try to catch happiness as often as you could, like you were stretching your arms towards said butterfly, but it escaped from your hands. always.

you knew you were playing a dangerous game. but what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt? you’re already hurt.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

the rave’n. you’d never looked so forward to a dance.

you’d gotten help from enid for your makeup. little rhinestones adorning the corners of your eyes. highlighter made your face shine.

so you were with enid and yoko, finishing your hair, when you three heard a knock on the door. yoko went to open the door, revealing xavier, dressed in a white suit with a black tie, his hair gathered in a small bun. you’d swear he’d never looked so beautiful.

while a bright smile made its way to your face, xavier secretly scanned the room, hoping for wednesday to be there. he knew she wasn’t going tho the rave’n, but she still could’ve been there with y’all. although his actions went unnoticed by you, your friends weren’t as naive.

they had told you he was bad for you, that he was hurting you and you should stay away from him. but you didn’t want to listen. if he was as bad as they said, then you guessed you were cursed.

you waved your friends goodbye and made your way to xavier.

“shall we?” he asked, offering you his arm.

“of course” you responded, taking his arm.

while you were walking, you looked at him. and, fixating your eyes in his, you realised something. he was already hurt as well.

you looked forward and tightened your grip on his arm.

he smiled at your sudden action.

“y/n” he spoke softly, stopping his steps.

you stopped as well and turned to face him.

“yes?”

“you look incredible. you’re shining”

you felt heat rush all over your body. he tugged at you hand, pulling you closer to him.

“thank you, xav, truly” you grinned.

his other hand went to caress you cheek. he pressed a light kiss to your forehead, sending butterflies all over your body.

he put his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. pressed against each other, you made your way to the rave’n.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

you entered the hall still holding xavier, with ajax and his date close behind. mrs thornhill was waiting at the doors of the venue, which was all decorated in white and icy blue, a bit of mist floating around. there were students dancing, having drinks and hanging around tables.

“xavier, y/n. you both look lovely” mrs thorn hill greeted.

you both smiled and nodded, entering the hall. quickly spotting kent, divina and bianca, the four of you went to join them. yoko reunited with the group shortly after, and, not so later on, by enid and her normie date, some guy named lucas.

you all were gathered around a table, taking a break from dancing and having a few drinks.

“yo, check that out!” ajax exclaimed pointing at the door.

there she was. wednesday. wearing a black, long dress that somehow suited her perfectly. her hair wasn’t in her usual pigtails, but in a braided crown. she was accompanied by some normie kid, wearing a white suit along with a blue shirt.

“wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon” ajax chuckled.

“like a death’s head moth” muttered bianca, looking away from her.

you felt jealousy sting your insides again as you observed how xavier was staring at her. you had hoped, still hoped, that he had gotten over her, that he’d finally chosen you. but it vanished almost completely as you watched his eyes as she walked by.

and when wednesday left the boy, approaching the bar, and xavier rushed towards the bar, you felt your heart being stabbed. over and over.

‘he’s just being nice’ you told yourself, knowing very well it was just another lie.

you swallowed your thoughts and returned to the conversation with bianca and kent.

“yeah, i tried on that one dress but there was just something so- ” you stopped listening to bianca when a hand yanked you away from the table.

“let’s go dance” xavier grumbled, dragging you to the dance floor.

you were taken aback by his harshness. you knew it had something to do with wednesday, and the rational part in you told you to find someone better, not to be his rebound, but then again, this was everything you had of him. besides the guy you liked, he was your friend. and you didn’t want to lose him. so you followed him.

he wrapped his hands around your waist, as you did with his neck. some slow song was playing in the background. your bodies were pressed against each other again.

“everything okay?” you asked.

“hm?” xavier’s eyes had been traveling the room, but they finally settled on you.

you were here, beautiful as ever, always by his side when he needed, and yet he chose to chase after some girl who couldn’t care less about him.

“yeah, yeah, everything’s fine” he responded.

as you swayed your bodies together, you saw wednesday and her date entering the dance floor. lucky for you, it was out of xavier’s sight.

the slow song faded and ‘goo-goo muck’ started playing.

and then the world seemed to stop. wednesday was all anyone could focus on. she was doing an eccentric coreography that was quite  enchanting as well. her date dances akwardly as she danced around.

then, life continued. your friend group was now near you, dancing and enjoying themselves. but xavier’s sight was fixated on  wednesday. fucking blind xavier.

you just wanted to dance with him. and yet he had eyes for her only. of course; how not.

all of a sudden, a drop landed on your shoulder. brushing it off with your finger, you noticed the sudden red on said finger. and so, ‘blood’ started raining.

everyone started panicking and running in different directions.

xavier put his jacket around your shoulders.

“here. you won’t wanna ruin that dress”

you smiled, thanking him. he had taken your hand and was leading you to the nearer exit, when he stopped on his tracks, noticing that wednesday was nowhere to be seen.

“i’ll be right back” he told you.

you watched him walk to wednesday’s date, scoffing at him, and ready to walk away. you chased after him before he had a chance to leave.

“xavier! where are you going?” you yelled, catching him by his forearm.

“uh, i have to go. i’ll tell ajax or someone to-”

“don’t be a jerk, don’t call ajax” you huffed, offended.

was he really going to leave you there to go find her?

“listen, you’ll be fine. i have to go, y/n, i’m sorry” and with that, he run somewhere in the woods.

you felt a tear rolling down your cheek. no. you wouldn’t do this. you wouldn’t cry over a guy like him.

tears blurring your vision, you made your way to a bench.

sitting in his jacket, crying at the back of the party. you just wanted to dance with him. to hold him tight down the halls.

you left the hall, rushing towards your bedroom. you had stopped crying long ago, you weren’t even sad or angry. you felt just empty.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

you had been avoiding xavier after the whole rave’n incident. it’s not like he had tried to approach you or apologized. just a small smile or a “hi” when he’d see you in the quad.

you were one thing and now you were being another. you had to get over him. you wouldn’t let your feelings get in the way.

and you had stick to this. at least until wednesday framed him and he got arrested.

you felt the pain. of being betrayed by someone who you were devoted to. and, hell, you still were his friend. or wanted to be.

so, you found yourself going down to jericho, most specifically, jericho’s police station.

you remembered about the way you thought of happiness as a butterfly. should’ve tried to catch it while dancing, letting yourselves get lost in the music. if you had told him how you felt, maybe it would all be different. or not.

jericho’s station was fairly empty. sheriff and officers were nowhere to be seen, only the reception lady and some employee.

“excuse me, madame? i’m here to visit xavier thorpe” you politely asked, a glint of sadness in your voice. you couldn’t believe he had been imprisoned.

she gave you a somewhat disgusted look as she said “straight forward into the cells pavilion. second to the right”.

you rushed your way to there.

xavier looked tired. beyond tired. he had big eyebags under the beautiful orbs you’d grown to adore, and a chain around his neck.

sadness and pain stung your heart, watching him like this.

you really didn’t believe he was the monster, but, if he’s a serial killer, what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt? you were already hurt.

“hey” you greeted, your voice low.

xavier turned around and gulped.

“y/n” he said. you could sense the shame and regret in his voice. and the heartbreak as well. “listen, i’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve anything i put you through, and i’m sorry i’m realising this now-”

“it’s okay, really” it wasn’t but you were back to the person you used to be.

he was already hurt.

“i don’t think you’re the monster” you stated, watching relieve wash over his features. “no, i know you’re not the monster. and i’m going to do everything it takes to get you out of here”

you walked closer to the cell’s door, as did xavier. he took your hand into his.

“thank you, y/n. i mean it. i know now that it is you. it has always been”

butterflies erupted all over you. a smile, a true one, had taken all over your face.

you took away your hand, clasping it together with your other hand. a familiar blue glow rushing over your veins and surrounding your hands. when you unclasped your hands, a glowy key was to be seen.

xavier’s eyes widened as you gently took the key and opened the door to his cell.

you launched into his arms and held him tight, tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks.

the key you’d created took another shape as you unlocked the chain around his neck.

he broke the hug, hands cupping your jaw.

“may i?” he whispered.

you nodded as he finally leaned down and kiss you. lips tangling together, dancing with each other.

[foxbinnstuff]

expanding more on the ship playlist C: there will be explanations for why I put the songs in there aand the songs themselves!! hope this post is a little fun to read!

a little color coded cuz I loove color coded stuff here!

song lyrics

my opinion based ratings

Other stuff I refrence

I think its just a fun yet far away vibe like this is Kaidou to Saiki to me oh my god

“I’ve been trying, but I can’t hide it from you”

“can’t stop that disco wanting you”

Like I can’t explain it, but its them

Kaidou loving like an excited dog who’s bursting with it and Saiki being a emotionally closed off person not knowing what to do with it, especially when he has a epiphany like “I like him back?!” do you get it

also please imagine them doing that little trending tiktok dance to this song! (if you dont know what I’m talking about just search up “disco dance trend” on tiktok its soo cute) imagine Kaidou being so excited and Saiki just being so fond of him AAAGH

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 6

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 9

I think they admire each other in this sort of way, not exactly admiration for Saiki, but more like a distant adoration

the “when you smile it kills me” line could be for each of them, like I think Saiki has seen Kaidou smile and just crumbled internally at least once, like that little guys is just so ugh, how can’t you?! He just loves Kaidou sm I can’t I CAN’T. And for Kaidou, Saiki smiling is so rare that it would kill just about anyone, ESPECIALLY if you admire him so much to the point where every other word is his damn name like oh my god. Kaidou’s looking at him with shiny eyes when Saiki smiles and he’s like “thats another dude, am I gay?” for a few seconds, but then shrugs it off cuz thats his best alley! of course not!

“when you cry it kills me” Saiki to Kaidou, Saiki to Kaidou Saiki to KAIDOUU COME ON!!!! COME OONN!!!!! lots of talk about being lonely and only having the other holy fuck I’m so sickly for them

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 7.5

Kaidou to Saiki C: probably in an au where Kaidou knows about Saiki’s powers, but also maybe this song can even apply to cannon because like they are so buddies, Kaidou has dropped his act for the most part around Saiki and the others and thats so special to me…..

the “and I just might know you, too” at the end ARE YOU KIDDING ME its so playful like oh my god. Them in energy and in some of the lyrics too

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8.5

idk I just imagine them dating and holding hands and snuggling and being cute to this, like its not exactly them, but it has the energy of them.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 3

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8

idk how to explain it, just Saiki to Kaidou about his hero complex and Saiki saying “He should of just used this personality” in the manga AAAGH

AND Kaidou to Saiki in a way but I can’t explain that

I just think about them nervously dancing to this

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 6

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

Kaidou to Saiki hehehe about Kaidou’s hero complex, like he loves Saiki so much and and and ok lets take it lyric by lyric

“I never asked you why you walk me through the night” if Saiki really does hate him so much and gind him so annoying, why the hell would he walk him home🤨, like omg we know they do not live on the same street we know that from the christmas party at Saikis, so SO WHY DO THEY END UP AT KAIDOU’S HOUSE THAT ONE TIME WE SAW HIS HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WWHY DID IT LOOK LIKE THAT WERE DROPPING HIM OFF LIKE WALKING HIM HOME LIKE COME ON!!!!! (I think of that a lot sorry)

“But I’m tired of romance, I’m tired of romance” BROSKI IS SCARED SCARED OF ROMANTIC FEELINGS

“don’t tell me you’ve had enough, don’t tell me i talk too much!” He’s maybe heard this from people before, I mean he does seem like a fucking bully target so he probably puts self defense up, but in a way he probably knows Saiki at least enjoys a little of his company and isn’t a bully oh my god oh my god kill me kill me kill me

“we both know I’m not that tough, don’t call my bluff”

defensive jumping up and down in front of him, wantinf his attention but not wanting it to be negative like “come on!!!”

“do you wanna take me home, or are you too scared to be alone? I think that we both know (I think that we both know)” something something Kaidou noticing the little things when it comes to Saiki

“but I still wanna dance, though we don’t stand a chance. Come on take my hand, come on take my hand”

Kiadou wants to be around Saiki so bad and genuinely enjoys him like oh my god and he thinks they’re both fucking losers. I also think the “come on take my hand” bit is them taking a chance on each other like they can’t be in romantic relationships, Kaidou’s mom wants him to focus and study and he can’t fucking handle it whils Saiki is a psychic who saves the world every once in a while snd also cannot fucking handle it AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7.5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

this is like a mix of the feelings they have for each other, “you make me feel like I can be myself instead, but I know you don’t want me around” Kaidou

the first part is Kaidou, the first part is Kaidoi def second part is a little Saiki “I know you’re thinking the same thing, so why are you denying all these new feelings?” Saiki in a huff probably

“cuz I just wanted you around” BOTH OF THEM!!! Mostly Kaidou, Saiki could barley admit that

the “the number you have dialed” part is so them painfully pining, Saiki distancing himself probably and Kaidou trying to get closer like the Yumehara situation, but they already have a devolped close friendship so its PAINFUL for both of them

I can just imagine an animatic of them to this song.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 7

them thinking about each other in college and/or them noticing the small things about each other, seeing each other even

I do mostly think this is a Kaidou song

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 4.5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

some of these lyrics aren’t them really, but I do think Kaidou’s thoughts would be sort of like this if he had a crush on Saiki in canon, like dude probably thinks Saiki has a secret relationship with teruhashi or something at one point. I just think about them sometimes.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8.5

Do I even need to explain omg

“Love made me strong enough to be alone, it set me free”

“With my friends friends till the end is where I wanna be”

They are just so soft in this specific Kimya Dawson songs way

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 10

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 9

Holy wow! I hit the audio limit ok!! Tune in for part 2 next time mayhaps!!!

Also feel free to say just about anything to me! I’m open to taking critiques about not understanding the characters and such :3

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

status of babbit's life yeehaw

tl,dr: busy moving and a couple of other big life things that just complicate things, but well on the way to being back to normal! new fic chapters and better quality art coming soon.

tl,wr (too long, will read):

Helloooo what's up its me, Babbit. or Rabbit. or Bones. or Idiot Moron Menace Child, idk im not picky lol

i know a lot of you guys have been wondering wtf is up with my upload schedule lately and the extreme lack of even basic content and also i am extremely aware that i have not updated my fics in a few millennia and for that i am very, very sorry. this post is to answer a few questions you might have, if anyone was curious about the 'reason' instead of just the 'when.'

my family and i have had a hell of a year, y'all. like, jesus christ, i really hope things level out and calm down for a while once we're moved in to our new apartment bc god damn we are so tired. the list goes: 1. we got kicked out of the house we were renting-to-own bc we wouldn't be able to afford the new rate, so they gave us two months to find a new place to live (not long enough, it turns out) and then foreclosed to get us out. 75% of our belongings were still in the house when we had to leave. that includes all of our christmas ornaments- including the ones kept for decades, and the ones made by me and my siblings, and the fancy ones made from blown glass. 2. the first night out of the house, one of our dogs, freaked out by the strangeness of the situation, panicked and slipped her harness and ran off. that was over a year ago. we haven't seen her since. 3. my cat got very ill and became unable to eat. she passed away almost exactly a year ago. she had been 14-15, and had been my baby since i was maybe 8. 4. one of the tires on my dads car blew out. during the night, while it was parked on the curb so he could put the spare on in the morning, one of the in-tact tires was fucking stolen LMAO 5. we applied to rent at so many places and got rejected so, so many times. it costs money to apply, btw. we're talking like $200+. no, u don't get that money back. 6. i lost my job bc knowing i would have to work 8 hours at a job that stresses me out to the point of exhaustion (at a place where no one takes me seriously and would actively laugh at me when i try to express my need to step away for a minute) sometimes paralyzed me and made me sick to my stomach and made me feel unable to leave the house, and i called out one too many times. a day after my birthday, too! 7. just recently, like within the last week, my dad's car got fuckin totalled!!!!!

THE GOOD NEWS IS WE OFFICIALLY, FINALLY, AFTER A SOLID YEAR, HAVE AN APARTMENT!!!!! I'LL HAVE MY OWN ROOM AGAIN!!! THERE'S AN ENTIRE KITCHEN!!!!!!!

the 'oh god' news is we still have to move in, and replace a lot of the stuff that we just couldn't take with us when we moved out (mostly stuff like bookshelves, dining table, dressers, etc) AND get the few things we could cram into a storage center out and moved into the new place, which isn't a lot but at the same time is more than we can realistically handle on our own. and then, we have to get my mums cats (a pair of kitty sisters that we had to temporarily house with my aunt, who got tired of looking after them and let them outside to be outdoor cats a few months ago. yes, this was an extremely shitty thing to do, and we've been working hard to get them back safely) AND my gecko (who my cousin has been looking after, even tho feeding him worms freaks him out LMAO yes i plan on compensating him) moved in, as well... basically oh my god there is so much to worry about but at the same time it's nice to have to worry about it bc it means we're making progress sdkfhsjdkfhdsjfh

basically i am just so tired but so busy and also thinkin abt so much im so sorry for lack of stuff but i am so looking forward to being able to bounce back, pls stick with me, it'll be sorted out soon i think and then i'll hit y'all with some good stuff i promise!!!!!!!

anyway thank u guys i love u and appreciate u all for sticking around

[bella-rose29]

episode 2 commentary - Let Go of Me

major spoilers for show and books, swearing, me obsessing over lockwood's hands probably (edit: definitely, and George's)

why did I immediately think jellyfish

omg the flowers

Luce you really shouldn't have taken that

just like @demigoddess-of-ghosts said, why tf are deprac asking if there's anyone else there when Lucy is quite literally screaming 'lockwood'

"miss lockwood" and "lockwood's my partner" 🤭

"we called your mother" ok well her mother is a Bitch so that wasn't a good idea

"rest up until he's given you the all-clear" like fuck she's gonna do that

omg the flowers!!!

ooo spooky green lighting

omg the ghost lock victims ward 🥲

I would love to know what they were planning on doing with this scene actually bc I feel like it sets up some sort of ghost lock victim storyline for the future - maybe using them for science? idk I'd just love to know

oof lockwood's hands

just this whole scene of lockwood

hands

barnes is not fucking around lol

HANDS

HANDS

the way he sits back in the chair has me WEAK

THE JAW MOVEMENT

can you tell I'm going feral

George's lil run omg

George is so neurospicy I love it

George your posture needs sorting out my love 😭

"You're meant to say no, Lucy" well it's difficult to say no to lockwood when he looks at you with his beautiful eyes and smile and-

"I'd say like a house on fire" 😭

my poor baby looks so tired :( and he definitely needs a shower oh dear

I didn't think I would hear lockwood with his queen's English call someone 'mate'

I love that George just says straight up facts

"posh one who thinks he's god's gift" sounds about right

"his weird mate with zero social skills" also sounds about right

I love that they included the tapes for norrie bc actually it's a great way of adding to the narrative (bc we don't have any voice overs) and we get lucy's view on stuff

and we see her survivor's guilt too - "like how I should have helped you" omg 🥲 (excuse me while I go cry in a corner)

ruby stokes the woman you are

"no it doesn't, it looks like I cooked it in an active volcano" pfffft George I love you

"Andrew lockwood"

"girls are funny about baths" he's trying goddammit

HIS SMILE

"she's not unhinged" "you're hardly the best judge of these things" "you need normal people around you" "you really think you're normal?" your honour I love their friendship

"the world's mad, and normal never fixed anything" gonna make it my motto

"let me... sleep on it" BOY YOU DON'T EVER SLEEP

oh Luce

okay but these special effects are so fucking cool

hang on why the hell did Lucy go to sleep holding the ring

Jesus Christ that scared the shit out of me

ooo green lighting!!!

pfft goes to hold his hand to wake him up

HIS FACE WHEN HE WAKES UP OMG 😭😂

also: NECK and THE FACT HE SLEEPS WITHOUT A SHIRT

I love the disgruntlement of george

WHITE T-SHIRT LOCKWOOD

"trousers are for wimps" ICONIC

omg I love that we get to see George's Touch!!! also his hand??? brb gonna go melt

LOCKWOOD'S HANDS AND FOREARMS WITH THE CHAINS

FOREARMS

omg Georgie it's not a wasp I'm sorry

ARMS

I am dying how the hell did Ali manage to make his voice say "oh shit" like that

LOCKWOOD HAS A RAPIER I'm gonna faint

"I can't believe you stole a Source" GEORGE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK

yeah Luce call him out

"we need to destroy her source and move on. let her go" I have so much to say about this omgggg bc on the one hand the episode is called Let Go of Me and rn I'm 1/3 of the way through this episode and they've repeated those words in different ways so many times it's unreal. and then on the other hand (spoilers for the books) there's the way that Lockwood isn't doing this himself, because he hasn't destroyed the source in his house and let his own ghosts go 😭

omg George loves an experiment you can hear the joy in his voice

NOT THE WAY HE PHYSICALLY MOVES TO PROVE HE'S ON LUCY'S SIDE omg they're becoming friends even if they don't know it yet

ARMS

OH LORD THE HOODIE??? I wanna steal it

NOT THE WAY HE HANDS HER THE RING AND LETS HIS TOUCH LINGER AND LUCY DOES THE SAME OMGGGG

THEY LITERALLY JUST STROKE EACH OTHER'S HANDS I CAN'T TAKE THIS

his smile omg

ruby stokes the woman you are omg

lockwood's face omg he's so conflicted bc on the one hand he's worried but on the other he's trying to not say yes when she goes 'you love me don't you?'

lockwood immediately pushing her aside

HANDS

HANDS

lockwood you need to stop taking sole responsibility for things

the sadness in his voice when he says 'this place is all that's left of my parents' omg

"Jesus, lockwood, we're screwed!" yep (also the way George says it is so funny help)

HANDS AND RING

barnes isn't taking any shit omg

such an ominous phone call

George's prison outfit (I can't remember who called it that)

omg I want lucy's playsuit

PINK SOCKS

also lockwood get your shoes off the table you heathen

no bc I actually want her playsuit

HANDS

HANDS AND RING AAAAA

:3

HANDSSSSS

"not a braying gallery for bellends" George I love you

BOBBY!!!

Lucy going straight in with the hard facts I love her

omg the scoff

THE SIDE PROFILE OF LOCKWOOD IS KILLING ME

kipps is such an arse

THE STANCE HE TAKES WITH THE SPARE HAND AND UGH

AND YOU NEED A LADDER

the way he says "yes you do" has me in a chokehold

the sMIRK

"irrelevant prick" love it

when the mutual friend leaves and you're left with the one you don't get on with

George you might be a weirdo but I love you for it

Lucy getting the juicy gossip and immediately becoming besties with george

ok well your mum is a bitch

oh lockwood wtf are you doing

"he's a little shit sir"

lockwood why

he looks so proud of himself I can't help it

"you're our biggest asset" oh boy

the regret on his face oops

"my judgement's been a little off recently" yeah bc you just met the love of your life

ok but women with swords 👀 bonus points if they're angry

HANDS

pink socks again

barnes once again not taking shit

she is a child sir you can't just spring that on her

omg Lucy :((((((

"let me go" - is that another reference to the episode title I see?

"lockwood's a charlatan" pfft

DONT YOU TALK ABOUT MY LOCKWOOD LIKE THAT

"they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they" - it's giving Cameron saying that everything is basic

lockwood read the room (cab)

"You were brilliant" boy's in love

"can we talk about this in the car" *taxi drives away*

"you might be able to turn your feelings on and off like a tap, but I am drowning here, lockwood" 😭

"You know sometimes I just... I just think I'd be better off dead" oh Luce 😢

also lockwood's reaction to that omg he pauses for a while and is all glassy eyed and then: "I understand that"

never mind them I am drowning here (in my tears)

"We need you, and it's not because you're an asset" "why then?" "because... because you're..." *looks away and clenches jaw* "Lucy Carlyle" *smiles really widely (I feel like he was considering telling her his feelings)

"we can't let you go" ANOTHER REFERENCE TO THE EPISODE TITLE

"that's why I went on tv, silly" WHERE IS MY BUCKET??? I DONT KNOW WHY HIM SAYING 'SILLY' LIKE THAT PAIRED WITH HOW HE WALKS TOWARDS HER MEANS I NEED MY BUCKET BUT I HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO MELT A LITTLE

"We're lockwood and co. you, me, and George" FUCK YEAH YOU ARE

"please stay" 🥺 (anything for you my love)

"so you'd look cool" lol

greeeeeeen

"you're more of a liability than an asset, Lucy" HE SAYS WHILE LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES

oh Georgie

OMG HE HAS A PLATE OF BISCUITS AND A TINY GLASS OF MILK

GEORGIEEEE NO DONT YOU HURT MY BOY

green lighting!!!

"I'll take him" says boy with immense confidence

"can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house? one lump or two" *throws torch and misses*

HNNNNNNNN THE NOISE I MADE WHEN HE DOES THE RAPIER THINGY AND GETS INTO HIS STANCE AND TWIRLS THE RAPIER AND PUTS HIS HAND UP

AND THEN WHEN HE DODGES THE TORCH??????? SIR WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE THAT FINE DODGING A FUCKING TORCH?????

oh my god the still I paused it on to write the above comment is gonna make me pee myself with laughter 😭😂 I wish I could screenshot to show everyone

ooo I might be completely delusional but Lucy smashes the mirror with her elbow in this scene (and the camera pauses on it for a good couple of seconds) and then plays a part in smashing the bone glass later on??? am I delusional or am I making connections???

Georgie omg

LUCY PICKING UP HIS GLASSES!!! I love this omg I would be lost without mine

HEHEHE STAB THAT INTRUDER

fuck me that neck crack was hot (also could lockwood fuck me please?)

green lighting!!!

also how did I never notice the stairs were spirally?

George you are so funny and I love you

I AM SORRY. WHAT. EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS FIGHT SCENE AND STUDY THE WAY LOCKWOOD FIGHTS/MOVES THE RAPIER IN HIS HAND BECAUSE- I need my bucket holy shit

George hauling those chains around like it's nothing 👀

green lighting!!!

yeah you better run bitch

"we should have people round more often" lolllllll

lockwood can kick me-

"why are you making that face?"

"that's not your normal face, that's your 'I know something you don't' face"

sweaty lockwood

George's face when she pulls the ring out is so funny to me 😂

"you lunatic" *lockwood grinning widely* I love their reactions

aww let Georgie swear :(

[irrlicht-writes]

etched into your bones

Vox has never danced much, and certainly never with another male. He’s a little nervous, but Alastor’s here. He looks at the man’s face, and they’re about the same height. He’s still smiling. He smells like rot and decay and blood, but everyone does, at least a little. Vox can hear the static cackle in the air. He wants to kiss him. He doesn’t, not yet. But he wants to. | Throughout the years, things change with Vox and Alastor, and they stay the same, too.

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Chap 1 of idk how many chapters. Stay updated here!

*

Vox wakes up after he dies.

This isn’t where he died, and for a moment, he wonders if he didn’t die at all. What happened? Where is he? Why do his hands look so weird? He stands on shaky legs, and leaves the alleyway he woke up in. He’s never woken up next to the dumpsters before, and he’s not eager to repeat it ever again.

The sky is red, and there’s a – what is that, a pentagram? Where is he? Is this the end of the world? He looks around and – the fuck? Is that goat walking on two legs? And it’s carrying a bag? He stumbles forward and just stares. Speaking of, his face feels weird. He reaches up with his new, weird hands and touches – a screen? What the hell? He looks around quickly and spots a storefront he speed-walks to.

The man staring back at him isn’t him, at all. There’s a... person... with a TV as a head. It has a face and it blinks when he does. What... is he breathing? He takes a deep breath and his lungs fill with air. How...? He doesn’t understand. Gingerly, he touches the glass. This is just a dream, it must be.

“Could you fuckers stop touching my storefront window?!”

An angry... thing storms out of the door and yells at him, and he stumbles back in fear. He didn’t want to offend, even if it was a dream, but... his face is a screen! But before he can reply, the... well, it looks like a little devil-thing, freezes on the spot, eyes going wide. It doesn’t say anymore, and storms back inside.

Well. That was weird. Confused, he takes a step back and bumps into something solid. He shrieks, like a man, and jumps forward, turning around in his wake. There stands a man, and thank god, he looks somewhat normal. He’s all red, but now’s not the time for judging fashion.

“Oh my god, you look normal!”

He storms forward and grabs the man’s arms, shaking him. Well... maybe the man isn’t all that normal. His teeth are weird, and he’s smiling like a creep and is that a weird ass wig? Whatever, he’s normal enough.

“Where the fuck am I? This is weirdest dream I’ve ever had!”

The man in front of him blinks, then takes a step away. He’s brushing his coat off, and smiles widely.

“I’m afraid this isn’t a dream, my good man! Welcome to Hell! You have died, and you’ve made it into Pentagram City! I hope you’ll have a wonderful time here, because you can’t ever leave again, ha!”

He swings his weird cane around and laughs. Then, without another word, the man leaves.

He remains rooted to the spot.

It takes him years before he sees that man again.

It takes him years before he understands that the first man he met in hell was the radio demon.

*

Vox sits at his desk, and pushes against his mug. His mug is empty, and he’s bored. Is there a board meeting today? Probably. There’s always a fucking board meeting. Eventually, they’re gonna run out of spaces they can expand into. Maybe they can take over a new tech company or something, these things keep popping up out of nowhere these days.

Sighing, he lets his face crash onto the desk. It’s mahogany wood, of course. Crashing onto it is a bit dumb if your face is so damn breakable. But he hasn’t slept. He’s tired, but if he leaves the business to Val or Vel for even one day, he’s going to go broke.

“Vox,” calls Velvette from the door. She didn’t even fucking knock.

“What,” he calls back, not looking up. He bets it’s fucking Val again.

“Val’s being a bitch again, go fix it.”

Of course it’s fucking Val again.

“...and then she said I treat them differently, like bitch, what do you expect, your ass is terrible, get it in shape, and then the bloody sound guy said the script sucked, excuse me, what do you think we’re filming here, just get those tits on camera and –“

Vox just stands there, barely listening. It’s best to let Val fucking bitch it all out, then tell him to fucking cool it, and maybe put on a video. He’s already searching for lots of blinking lights, that’ll keep Val occupied for hours.

“Voxxy, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, yes, of course, whatever you just said.”

Val comes over and slaps him on the head. Hey, that’s rude. Vox just wobbles. He wants to go home.

“Voxxy, you’re so tense, do you wanna fuck?”

Huh. Maybe that would help. “I dunno.” He likes fucking Val usually, it’s an easy thing.

“You know, Voxxy, I have just the man for you. Just wait a spell, I’m back soon.”

...huh?

Vox blinks, but when he processed the words, Val was already gone. The right man? The fuck is he talking about? Ugh. Maybe it’s a new hire again. Vox isn’t in the moot to evaluate someone’s talent. But if he shuts off now, Val will get prissy again, and Vox can only take so much. Accepting his inevitable fate, he goes and sits on the table. He looks outside the window, there’s an explosion somewhere. How terribly uninteresting. He wants to turn the radio on, but he knows Alastor isn’t on air. And besides, it’s not like Vox even listens to the bloody thing.

If he says it, it’s true.

“Voxxyyy~! Lookie here!”

Resigning to it, Vox sighs and looks to the door. There Val is, and – Alastor?

He runs over to the door, how’s Alastor – he stops before he reaches them. That’s not Alastor, but fuck, do they look alike. The boy is young and soft, but the skin colour almost matches, and his eyes are red. He’s obviously wearing a wig and the smile is forced as fuck, but if you squint... or don’t look too close...

“Fuck,” he just says and Val chuckles.

“See; don’t say I never do anything for you. I found this baby on the street and just knew I had to have him. He’s barely broken in, too! His videos are gonna sell sooo good, Voxxy, I just know it. I already see the title: Radio Demon getting creampied?! And yes, of course we’ll put a disclaimer in the description. Not that anyone’s gonna read that. Oooh, Voxxy, do you wanna participate in a video? How about, hm, oh yeah, Video fucks the Radio Star. My, aren’t I the smartest cookie.”

Vox isn’t even listening, he’s just staring at this fucked-up Alastor version. He’s a little too short, but who’s really going to notice that?

Vox wants to fuck him.

That’s nothing new; he’s wanted to do that for decades.

But this isn’t Alastor. But it looks like Alastor. He could fuck the boy, and get this desire out of his body forever.

“Mr Vox?” the boy asks, way too timid to be convincing and Vox growls, grabbing the boy and slamming him against the door. He grunts, and then whines, smile dropping and he blinks pretty eyelashes at him. Does Alastor have nice eyelashes?

“Oh, Mr Vox, please...”

His voice, his wrong, wrong voice, sounds seductive. Alastor doesn’t spot a flirt if it’s holding a sign in his face.

He lets the boy go, and he scrambles into action. The fake pawns at Vox’s chest, rubbing against him submissively. He doesn’t know what to do. Does he fuck the boy? He wants to fuck him. Would it be enough?

“Cash or check?”

The boy blinks, confused. He glances over at Val, then hesitantly answers: “I, uhm, I prefer crash...?”

Vox grumbles. It’s okay if the boy can’t play the game. Vox barely knows the rules, assuming there are any at all. Alastor makes up rules to everything as he goes, and dismisses them just as easily. He leans forward and kisses the boy. His lips are soft and gentle and sweet, and he eagerly presses into the contact, brushing Vox’s shoulders with his dainty fingers. His hands are warm. They’re so warm.

“You like him, Voxxy? He’s yours whenever you want.”

Vox looks at the grinning Val next to him. Like him? No, he doesn’t like him. But he’ll fuck him. After all, where’s the harm in that?

“...thanks,” he settles on and Val makes a kissy face.

“Be good to my Voxxy, you hear? Come to me once you’re done. Byeee~”

With a wink, he struts out the door. Vox looks after him. Fucking Val would’ve been easier.

“Mr Vox...?”

He looks at the boy again. They’re still crowded against the wall. He isn’t smiling, and his eyes are so big. The suit is wrong too, Vox notes now, but well, he’s not gonna wear it much longer. But Mr Vox, he likes that. Maybe he’ll get Alastor to call him that, too. Fucker wouldn’t do it.

“Suck me off,” he orders, and the boy scrambles at it. He seems glad to finally have gotten an order.

The boy – fuck he might need a name – unzips his pants and starts nuzzling Vox’s dick. He’s not even half-hard. He closes his eyes as the boy starts licking. His tongue is a little too short, but Vox can look past that.

*

Years and years ago, Vox had gone to some gala. It was all very fancy, and he hadn’t been all that established just yet. Getting invited must’ve been a mistake, surely. But he wasn’t going to let anybody know that. He strutted around like he owned the place in the hopes nobody would find him out. He’s a faker in a room full of fakers. Yes. If he says it, then it’s true.

At the gala, he talks to a few people, sound designers, and camera techs. He’s trying to raise VoxTek, and he always needs new talent. Can’t hurt to build connections, even if they would go nowhere. He’s making good head-start, but what he really needs are partners. He can’t run the company all alone, but who could he partner with?

He’s contemplating getting some of the food, when he hears panicked gasps from the entrance. They’re all demons here, whatever could shock them all so? Did someone die? Frowning, he moves closer. Maybe he can get footage. Disaster always sells well.

Wha...? Why are people cowering? He fights his way through until he can see the door. Whoever could’ve arrived here that made them all shit their pants? Finally getting trough, he can see and then, he understands.

Standing there in all his crimson glory, is the radio demon.

He’s wearing a pretty, fancy suit and is wearing his trademark smile. He’s come alone, and the doorman stands next to him, frozen in fear. The radio demon lets his eyes glaze over the knot of people and his face turns sly.

Vox has heard about the radio demon. People whisper his name only behind closed doors, and when he appears, they run away. He’s supposedly one of the most powerful sinners in Hell, and nobody really knows what does or does not evoke his wrath. Vox has never seen the man before, he thought. But now he recognises him. It is the man that welcomed him to Hell, all those years ago. Vox wonders if the radio demon remembers him. A screen is memorable, no?

He wants to partner with him.

With the radio demon as his partner, there’s nothing in his way.

Nobody says a word. Then, the demon laughs.

“My, have your mothers not told you it’s rude to stare? Are we not here to celebrate? I’m sure my invite got lost in the mail, hmm? Mailmen are so unreliable these days, aren’t they? Barely worth a snack, I’d say. Now, where can I get a quilt?”

He laughs, and wanders off. The crowd lets out a collective sigh of relief, and somehow Vox is a part of it. Around him, murmurs rise up, but he hardly listens. He watches the radio demon head to the bar and he sees the bartender freeze in shock before scrambling to get the man whatever he ordered. Vox is fascinated. He wants that too. He wants to emit the same feeling to a crowd; have them hang on his every word. He’s going to talk to the radio demon. He’s gonna do it.

But maybe he shouldn’t arrive empty-handed. A conversation starter would be helpful. Quick, what does he know about radio? Well, he knows how to turn one on, that’s for sure. Like yeah, that’s gonna impress the radio demon, for sure. Vox grumbles.

Looking again, he can see that most of the others avoid the bar for now. Vox wonders why. Sure, he’s heard the tales, but... the man looks rather harmless, doesn’t he? He was friendly that first day in Hell, too. Vox takes a deep breath. He’s here for connections. There’s likely no better connection besides the fucking radio demon. Gathering courage, he marches over.

He sits down bravely. The radio demon doesn’t look at him; he’s playing with his glass. He looks somewhat bored. Vox clears his throat. It’s now or never.

“H-hello,” he says and fuck, why did he stutter?

The radio demon glances over. “Do I know you?”

Vox wants to be upset, but of course, why would the radio demon remember him? His heart is beating too fast.

“I – I don’t – we met briefly before, but didn’t introduce each other! I – I’m Vox, from VoxTek!”

He bows forward, like a little boy and accidentally smashes half his face into the bar. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Not only did his face hurt now, he’s gone and embarrassed himself in front of the radio demon within the first five seconds.

“Di mi!” The radio demon chuckles and Vox shoots his face back up. Fuck, he’s cracked. Fuck. He blinks only. What the fuck does he say now?

“My, now you’ve gone and cracked yourself. A true bunny, hmm? Let me see, now.”

And then, the radio demon reaches forward, and strokes his finger along the new crack and Vox forgets how to breathe. The man snaps his fingers, and the crack is gone. What... what the fuck was that? What just happened?

“A freebie for some entertainment,” the radio demon chuckles, turning back to his glass. “Don’t expect any more from me.”

Vox sits there, dumb-founded. And that’s who everyone’s so afraid of? Unashamed, Vox lets his eyes wander. The radio demon is fucking handsome. He cuts a sleek figure and Vox could wrap his hand around that waist easily. His voice is sultry smooth, and the radio filter is certainly a choice, but it sends a pleasant tingle down Vox’s spine. His hair looks soft too and – are those weird tufts of hair, or ears? Here in Hell, it’s always difficult to tell.

Vox wants to fuck him.

“I – I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

The radio demon laughs. Fuck, that goes straight to Vox’s groin. Maybe he’d be up for a quickie in the bathroom. Sex is something that’s usually easy to get here.

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure! Now, good man, what brings you to this terrible sockdollager?”

The what sock? Vox blinks irritated, but now he has a name: Alastor.

“I – I was hoping to make connections for my business –“

“Boring!” Alastor interrupts him. “What do you deal in, dear Vox?”

Fuck, the radio demon remembers his name. “In television –“, he starts but Alastor lifts his hand, finishing his drink in one quick motion. Would he swallow Vox’s dick just that quick? Fuck, he needs to find out.

“No, let’s not talk about that tonight. I believed this clip joint to be more fun tonight, but everyone is so boring. It’s quite the flat tire so far, and I’ve only just arrived!” He sighs, and dramatically shakes his head.

“Did they really lose your invitation?”

Alastor fully faces him then, a perplexed smile on his face. He blinks once, twice. Vox blinks back. Surely the radio demon was the first they invited, right? Then, Alastor laughs again. Oddly, it feels rather genuine. Vox frowns. What did he say that was so funny? He’d like to remember it, so he can use it again.

“My, my, dear friend. Aren’t you a blue surge, hmm? Tell me: what does your business need?”

What were these words Alastor kept using? Regardless, he answers: “Well, I’m building my company up, so what I need are people; real talent. Sound guys, camera guys, you know the ilk. I need tech guys, I can’t build a television all by myself. I need to be fast, too, before the others get ahead of me.”

Alastor cocks his head from side to side, thinking. He’s still smiling, and he looks amused still. That’s good, right? Really, what are people so afraid of? Alastor seems like a real friendly guy, and he likes to laugh. Vox smiles. Maybe he’s found a friend.

“Is there someone specific at this event?”

Vox glances over to where Rodriguez is sitting. He’s one of the best sound guys in the biz right now, and Vox really wants him on the team, but there’s no way in hell he can pay that guy’s wage.

“Yes, but I can’t pay him. I already talked to him, and he’s not interested.”

Vox grinds his jaw. He had to pretend he didn’t really need Rodriguez, but he did. Without that stupid sinner, he’d have to hire several more sound guys just to have a chance.

“Hmm,” Alastor replies, following Vox’s gaze. “Stay here a moment, dear Vox. I have a sudden need to speak to this wonderful sinner.”

The radio demon slips from his seat and Vox blinks. “What... wait, where are you going?”

Alastor doesn’t turn around, and Vox stays seated, like he’s been told. What’s Alastor gonna do? Hopefully, he wouldn’t offer the guy the pay he asked for. Well, Vox could always say no, after all. But... Alastor’s gone for him, hasn’t he? He shifts on his seat. Yeah, he wants to fuck him. He wonders what the radio demon would sound like. Damn, now he’s having lewd thoughts. That’s never happened this fast before. He hopes he’d get to do the fucking. Alastor’s been so polite; he can just imagine him as a pillow princess. Or maybe he’d get wild in the bedroom? Now he really wants to find out.

“Mr Vox!”

Vox blinks and turns around to be face-to-face with Rodriguez. “Huh?”

“I’ll accept your previous offer, please hire me on!”

Rodriguez, the smarmy bastard, bows deep before Vox. Behind him stands Alastor, smiling like a sly fox, with his hands behind his back. Fuck, Vox had been right.

With the radio demon at his side, there’s nothing in his way.

Vox looks at Alastor, as if asking for permission and the man just tilts his head and gives him the sweetest smile. Fuck. Vox hadn’t known he could speedrun so many emotions this quickly. He wants to kiss him. He almost forgets about Rodriguez, too. But only almost.

“Hmm,” he says, pretending to be disinterested by looking at his nails, “I’m afraid the offer has changed.”

He’s playing a dangerous game, but Alastor is here. Alastor, who just appeared next to him out of thin air like he hadn’t just stood behind Rodriguez half a second ago. Okay, yeah, just don’t freak out. When the sinner doesn’t say anything in protest, Vox tells him a new number – significantly lower than his first offer. His heart his beating fast. Rodriguez bleaches and looks up, face angry and then – “Of course! I’ll take it! Glad to be working for you!”

Vox’s face goes slack. Rodriguez flees before Vox can respond. “Wait... what, really?”

He turns to Alastor but the man blinks straight ahead as if he hasn’t seen what’s just happened.

“Alastor?” He asks carefully. Is he okay? Maybe he’s seen someone in the crowd?

“Well!” The radio demon then just blurts out. “I assume business is concluded?”

Baffled, Vox just nods. Getting Rodriguez is way more than what Vox expected out of tonight.

“Splendid! Now, dear Vox, I must ask you to dance. I’m afraid No isn’t an option.”

He holds out his hand and Vox looks at it. His fingers are long, and his claws shine in the light. He’s hesitating before he takes it, but just one second. Alastor notices, but Vox doesn’t, not yet. Alastor’s hand is cold, but it feels right. The radio demon pulls him from his seat and leads him to the dance floor. Vox has never danced much, and certainly never with another male. He’s a little nervous, but Alastor’s here. He looks at the man’s face, and they’re about the same height. He’s still smiling. He smells like rot and decay and blood, but everyone does, at least a little. Vox can hear the static cackle in the air.

He wants to kiss him.

He doesn’t, not yet. But he wants to.

A new song starts, and Alastor leads. Which is good, because Vox doesn’t know the steps. Alastor twirls and pushes him around, and Vox is just trying to keep up. The man dips him, too, and fuck, Vox hopes he’s not going to pop a boner right then.

“Now, dear Vox, don’t give me that absent treatment, it’s very rude!”

Vox almost whines, but he tightens his hold on Alastor’s hand, and tries to match him. The steps aren’t all that hard in themselves, but they’re fast, and Alastor doesn’t slow down to let him learn. But that’s not a problem. He can match the radio demon. He tries, and Alastor chuckles.

“Yes! Yes, very good. Keep up, now, don’t disappoint me.”

Vox vows he won’t. He bullshits the steps he can’t figure out and Alastor laughs. He’s doing well, and when Alastor dips him again at the end of the song, his face is close enough to kiss. Vox could just reach up and steal a small peck. Alastor’s eyes are so red, it’s mesmerizing. But before he can make up his mind, Alastor straightens again, and steps away from Vox. It’s just a half-step, but it feels like too much.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Vox shakes his head. His heart is beating fast again and he’s fantasizing about kissing and fucking the radio demon. Alastor smiles wide, as if he knows, somehow.

“You’re very good, Alastor.”

The man in question laughs. “Ha! Yes, I quite am. A gentleman should know how to dance, no? Don’t worry, darling Vox, I’m not upset you messed the dance up. You will learn, in the future. And then it’ll all be well!”

Vox wants to jump his bones, but they go fetch dinner instead.

“Didn’t you want anything?” Vox asks tentatively as he’s biting into the hell-chicken. Alastor looks over to the plate.

“No, they have nothing to my tastes. I’ll feast later.”

As he says that, he looks back to the crowd of people. They have visibly relaxed ever since Vox attached himself to the radio demon. He squints, but then shrugs his shoulders. Whatever, if Alastor wants to be weird, let him. More chicken for him, in any case.

“Are you done at this festivity?”

Surprised at the sudden question, Vox looks up. He nods slowly. Sure, there are more people he could talk to, but he doesn’t have to. Rodriguez is such a huge win for today, he’s content with that.

“Why, you wanna leave?”

Alastor makes a non-committal sound. Vox is panicking, all of a sudden. If the radio demon leaves now, who’s to say he’s ever gonna see him again? He needs to shoot his shot now, before it’s too late.

“Ah, the party is dying, I’m afraid. Nobody worth dealing with, I suppose. It’s always such a tragedy, isn’t it? I had high hopes, too! There’s just nobody with style anymore these days. Ah, well, it can’t be helped. Such was life, and death is hardly any different.”

All of these words make sense, but that didn’t make any bloody sense.

“Before you leave,” Vox says, “can you come with me for a second?”

Alastor blinks in his direction, slow and lazy, as if he were tired. “Why yes, of course!”

As they walk over to a more secluded spot – Vox isn’t that brave just yet, okay? – he’s gathering his courage. He’s not going to mess this up. No. He’s going to enhance it. He stops next to the wall and looks at the floor. He can feel Alastor’s eyes on him.

“What did you want to tell me? Is there a reason it must be done in this dank corner instead of at our well-illuminated table –?”

Being as brave as he’s never been before, Vox grabs the lapel of Alastor’s suit and kisses him. He’s screwed his eyes shut, and he���s overheating, but oh, he’s doing it, he’s doing it. Then, he feels Alastor’s hands at the sides of his face and oh yes, yes, that’s good. His hands are harsh and cold and they press onto the screen with unexpected strength. Vox whimpers, and presses closer. And then –

Oh fuck, that’s a tongue. That’s a long tongue, wrapping itself around Vox’s own. Alastor moves them and presses Vox against the wall. Yes yes yes yes. Vox is so hard, he could come like that. He starts rutting against Alastor’s leg a little and then there is an ice-cold hand, holding him still. Fuck. No rutting, then. But that’s okay; he can save that for later.

He feels the claws dig into his hip, and that shouldn’t be this hot. Alastor removes himself too soon, and Vox’s tongue is bleeding and he’s chasing after the radio demon’s mouth, hungry like he’s been starved for years. And then Alastor breaks half of Vox’s screen away.

Vox doesn’t scream. He’s not even sure if it hurts, right now. He looks at the radio demon. He doesn’t understand. What did he do wrong?

“I’ll forgive your transgression this once, little Vox. Do it again, and I’ll do so much worse. Do you understand?”

Vox isn’t afraid. He feels nothing, right now. But he nods, anyway. He does understand. But he doesn’t, either.

“Now,” Alastor drawls, “time for the main event, no?”

He looks back over his shoulder, to the rest of the party. Nobody’s paying them any attention. “If you value your little useless life,” Alastor whispers, “then you will not move until I’m done.”

Vox doesn’t understand. Done? Done with what? Didn’t he talk about wanting to leave; that the party was dying? But Vox does value his little useless life, so he decides to not question the order he’s been given.

Alastor struts back towards where they came from and he has his cane in hand.

“Hello and welcome back, dear listeners! I know you’ve been waiting a while, and I dearly apologise for the delay, but at last, we have arrived! Something’s unfortunately had caught my interest and you know me, dear listeners, I like to indulge in these things. But now, the hour has struck! Sit back; and relax!”

He lets go of his cane, but it’ floating. Vox wonders if it’s sentient. What’s Alastor gonna do? The radio demon is a friendly fellow, and the tales are just that: tales.

But then, Alastor’s body contorts, and it shifts, and it expands, and it grows.

With his one remaining eye, Vox watches in horror.

Alastor turns into a monster with long, lanky limbs and he reminds Vox of a stickman in the woods. The static in the air is tangible and the people scream. Alastor laughs, deep and booming, and the air cackles with his movements.

He snatches up a group of people and lifts them in the air, swallowing them whole.

I’ll feast later.

Vox shivers.

His tongue is still bleeding.

There are people close to Vox, but he doesn’t move. Alastor turns this way, and he stalks over. The ceiling is too short for him to properly stand up, so he’s hunched over. Shadows dance in the bright light, and Vox can do nothing but stare.

The radio demon swipes the sinners next to Vox, but doesn’t touch him. He looks at him, though. Red, red eyes turned radio dial, and the demon laughs. Vox is mesmerised. He wants to reach out and touch, but he doesn’t dare move.

The demon turns away again and Vox just stares.

He’s being spared.

Why?

Why him?

Because he was brave enough to talk to the demon?

He wants to believe it’s because it’s him. Maybe it is. Alastor remembers his name now, after all.

Vox sits and stares, and when Alastor is done, everyone is dead. He does not return to Vox.

He sits here a long time before he can gather enough of himself to leave.

The next day, he learns Rodriguez was spared as well.

Why?

Why?

Alastor’s a monster.

Vox wants him even more.

His radio never leaves Alastor’s station after that day.