#the demons we're made of

[a-strange-inkling]

Brief Hiatus

Hey babes, I've had a death in the family this evening (1/12) and will be on hiatus for the next week or so. I'll still be online here and there, and I may be able to get to some writing and editing in as it therapeutic for me, but it's all depending on how busy I am and how I'm feeling. This wasn't an unexpected loss, and I am okay, but it's still a process. I'll be posting a new schedule soon when things mellow out. Love you all! Thanks for your understanding <3

[heartofspells]

trick or treat 😈 something angsty, a headcanon or a snippet, maybe?

Ah, my new little cave creature in crime. Here's something extra special just for you (that at some point i'll finish). It's the eventual third part of my exploration for The Demons We're Made of series I've got that I just...haven't been able to revisit yet, mostly because the second part broke me more than a little. But enjoy??

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"Why did that feel like a goodbye?"

The words are hushed, barely breaths of air passing in the space between them, canyons carved with tears and the flying spittle of harsh, hurtful elegies howled in restless, unforgiving fury. They are bulwarks crafted from the loudest of silences, terrible truths whispered only in the blackest, darkest of nights, spilled ink drying on parchment that can never be cleaned or removed again. They are damning, the unreachable waters of the River Lethe, never forgotten, always remaining, turning stagnant as they swirl slowly over a muddy, opaque surface.

Sirius winces as they reach his ears, his shoulders hunching forward, fingers clawing into the bedsheets on either side of his thighs. He refuses to look at Remus, can't make himself meet his husband's eyes, the same ones he's spent years running to, searching out, using as crutches to carry him to the next day, the coming hour, coats spread over the rain puddles of seconds. He can't look because he knows he'll see the shattering truth within them, just as it's spreading inside him now, cracking his ribs with how much he doesn't want it.

"Remus – "

"No."

His head whipping up at the refusal, Sirius finally looks at Remus, finding not the desolation and defeat he'd expected, but a steely determination rippling through his brown eyes, pulling Sirius down like quicksand. He blinks, stutters, all his words drying up in his throat as Remus shifts forward on the bed until his knees are pressing into Sirius' thigh and hip, a solid weight, some sort of sturdy comfort that's jarring to Sirius. Hands slip around the sides of his neck, warm where Sirius' flesh feels so cold, just as it always does in comparison. Fingers twine into the baby fine locks of hair at his nape, an action so familiar that it's almost like coming home after the most terrible of days, stripping away shoes, layers of clothing, falling into an embracing bed or a hot bath, welcoming arms always there on the other side.

"Please," begs Remus, holding with a gentle pressure, allowing escape if Sirius wants it but not relenting in his grasp as they sit together. "Please don't. I know we're – " He stops, swallows, his mouth wobbling terribly as Sirius watches. "I know. Things aren't fixed. They aren't better or mended. What I said…Sirius, I'll never forgive myself for it, for that moment of weakness when you needed me to be better."

Sirius shakes his head roughly, Remus' hands moving with the motion. His mouth opens, but a finger slides around, pressing over his lips, Remus shushing him softly.

"Don't say you didn't because you did. You were pleading with me to listen and I didn't. I promised that I would always listen to everything you had to say and when it mattered the most, I failed you. I'm so sorry for that, but I'm begging you now to hear me."

Trick or treat!

[esmes]

that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Ned doesn't know how to talk with Sansa" Okay but like…where though? Where is it actually anywhere in the books that Ned has trouble speaking with Sansa? Or that he doesn't know how to handle her or "what to do" with her? The conflict people try and invent between them is just so...forced. I wish people would just let it go and stop trying.

[hoshigray]

gojo or geto?

nanami or choso?

toji or sukuna?

yes.

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Jeromewald Text Meme 5/?

Special Edition: Entirely from Jerome’s POV

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4  |  Part 6  |  Part 7 | Part 8

[see-arcane]

Something I find funny/odd about Dracula and the weird sisters is that Dracula tells Mina: "You have aided in thwarting me; now you shall come to my call. When my brain says “Come!” to you, you shall cross land or sea to do my bidding"

So he can totally summon vampires, no matter how far they are, to cross anything to come and aid him... Yet he won't call three experienced vampires to help conquer England when he's facing stubborn suitors hindering his job... As if he's been dealing with the sisters for centuries and just wants some me time. No, don't come it's FINE. I got this under control you three stay where you are.

The sensible reason: He needed the Brides back at the castle to maintain the stronghold and keep the locals terrorized.

The funny, actual reason: If the Brides knew how catastrophically he'd screwed up in England, Dracula would've staked himself and fallen on an axe just to escape the roast fest. He's not telling them shit.

[soryualeksi]

I honestly think we've reached absolute Pit Social Media when the images of deceased infants get meme-ed around because "lololol IT looks so stupid IT looks so fake IT is obviously a doll haha let's have some fun here hahaha". And they know dead bodies only from how they're made to look in movies OR maybe open-casket funerals where a mortician worked their ass off for the family to have a pretty corpse to say their goodbyes to.

I. Honestly.

I can't even wrap my mind around how devoid of humanity some people are. All of this has really opened my eyes about the people around me.

Tell them - and they don't even know what death looks like - that a real human person in distress is "actually an actor/a prop/a doll" and they're meme-ing the shit out of anh atrocity.

That's how corpses become internet fun memes. A big party for everyone. Because we're upholding CiViLiSaTiOn here and sHoWiNg ThEm TeRroRiStS.

As a kid, I was stupid enough to ask myself, how could anyone stand by when the Holocaust happen.

Now I know the people around us wouldn't only stand by, they would cheerfully join in AND make socmed memes about it. Because "hahaha those aren't real people, it's all a big movie stage - and if they were real, they'd DESERVE it".

I can't go back to seeing people like I did before.

[ventiswampwater]

diving back into the trenches again

[a-strange-inkling]

The Demons We’re Made Of

No Upside Down / Real World Trauma AU

(heavy subject matter, please read tags over carefully, reader discretion is strongly advised)

Chapter Preview:

When she finally was able to force herself to her feet and wade lifelessly back through the woods to the school, it was a little past four. Apparently, time was still moving… it was just going a little slower than usual.

There was one single car parked in the parking lot. A striking young man wearing a pair of aviators leaned against the front of the hood with his arms crossed as though he was waiting for someone.

The moment he saw her coming around the bus garage, he straightened and pulled off his sunglasses sharply. Chrissy frowned deeply and quickly pressed on past him.

“Chrissy, hey, wait!” Steve called after her.

The girl—Robin—from earlier that morning was reclined in the backseat of his car, her attention pulled from the book she was reading at the sudden chase.

Chapter Six is now live:

[heartofspells]

The Demons We're Made of

(Mind the tags on this one! Not a joke.)

"Sirius, come back."

"No."

"You can't just walk away every time I say something you don't like," grumbles Remus as he follows after him down their narrow hallway. "That's not how this works."

"Watch me." spits Sirius venomously, slamming their bedroom door behind him. It rattles their walls with the force of its impact. He hears Remus grunt and then growl a little on the other side in frustration before it opens. Sirius scowls at the other man. "Go away."

"No," refuses Remus. "We are going to talk about this."

"Want to have this out, do you?" tosses out Sirius challengingly, fingers curling into fists at his sides, his eyes turning to ice as he glares at the other man, the heat of Remus' own gaze unable to melt them. "You called me childish, Remus. Why is it whenever I say I don't want to do something, I'm immature, but when you do the same, it's rational thinking and logic? Seems unfair, doesn't it?"

Remus huffs irately, frowning deeply at Sirius. "I never called you childish. I said you were acting childish," he counters, sounding exasperated and tired, like Sirius is draining all his carefully compiled energy. "There's a difference."

"Stop talking to me like I'm two and can't understand what you're saying!" shouts Sirius. "I know there's a difference, but it doesn't matter. It's always the same story. I'm the loose cannon in this scenario, the one that needs to be managed, placed on a leash like I'll run off and get lost while you're the responsible one, the one that has to control everything. That's how you view us, and you can't deny that. You can't stand not having your thumb over me every second of the day, and it kills you when you can't. I am not childish. I am not acting immature because I don't want to do something."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Sirius," launches Remus, his patience clearly slipping away a little more with each word. "If you don't want to do something, that's fine. What I have issue with is the fact that you throw a tantrum every time if I try to question you at all, and you're still doing it now!"

Sirius takes a step forward across their bedroom floor, staring Remus down furiously. "I am not throwing a tantrum," he hisses, tongue laced with acid. "I said I didn't want people over. I don't care if it's just James and Lily and Pete. I can't do it right now. I know we had plans already, but it's been a terrible day, a fuck-awful week, but you wouldn't know that because you haven’t asked. But even that shouldn't matter. You're my fucking husband, Remus. If I say I'm not up for something, you shouldn't have to question it to make sure I'm telling the truth. And you shouldn't call me childish when I can't immediately answer why. You, more than anyone, should know that."

"But you didn't say that, Sirius! You never even gave me a chance to ask anything. You just came in and when I mentioned something about starting dinner for the others, you lashed out, started ranting and told me that you'd already called it off with them."

"So that gives you the right to accuse me of being childish instead of just asking why I'd done it?" cries Sirius. There's a terrible desperation clawing up his throat, threatening to strangle him. He can't do this today, doesn't want this fight, but he's not sure how to stop it now, halt it in its tracks before he careens over the edge of the broken bridge he can clearly see in the distance, approaching rapidly.

Remus practically gapes at him. "You must be joking?" he nearly laughs, sounding almost hysterical. "I did ask you, Sirius! I asked you if something was wrong, if there was a reason you'd canceled, but you only mumbled things under your breath and then completely shut down on me. Like a child."

Sirius rears back a little, shaking his head, his arms dropping back to his sides. "I shouldn't have to explain this to you," he mutters in disbelief.

"Sometimes you do. I'm not a fucking mind reader, Sirius, and you need to stop acting as though I am." And Remus' words are harsh, cracking like a whip over Sirius' skin.

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[usareiis]

Lost my original post of this from the other day but I genuinely don't understand how Black Butler discourse ever shifted into the does Sebastian ~really~ like Ciel or is Ciel just dinner line of conversation that is pervasive as it is because Sebastian is the one that has absorbed his whole existence into Ciel's. Sebastian's face is what Ciel wants Sebastian's whole purpose is doing things for Ciel Sebastian's every hell of a butler yes my lord speech is about how he's Ciel's and Ciel is the one going around saying shit like whatever Sebastian is just my pawn 💅

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone, cousin to Rhea Royce.

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

I'm just gonna say this right now....

No one was saying they were ignoring the possibility of Alastor being aro/ace except annoying straight Chalastor shippers who wanted the second coming of Starco, but even then ....

This is still probably a "Marco Diaz is a Trans Girl" situation, a "Dumbledore is Gay" situation....

So until this actually ends up being something that's actually confirmed within the narrative itself as an actual thing that impacts Al's story line (and no, again, whorephobia towards Angel doesn't count) I would advise everyone who's been a little bit too overprotective of a canonically sexually harassing, cannibalistic serial killers ~"virtue"~ to kindly not continue harassing shippers and being an obnoxious scold over a word of God situation that's like a 50/50 toss up at the moment of being explained/explored within the canon of the actual show.

Especially if you project your vitriol about sex and love onto Angel Dust and people shipping their OC's with Alastor...

And just remember... If there is no God in Hazbin ... There's no reason to explicitly follow Word of God TM in it's fandom ether.

I know this will be a hard pill for some of you to take but it's the truth.

[roxyandelsewhere]

"I'm not a damn thing but this time that lasts between running from finding myself and finding myself while running." (x)

SPN moments but abstract [17/?] - The ouroboros of Carver era Dean, aka "what if Dean's present had been presented as connected to his past"

inprnt.| society6 | ko-fi

[skunkes]

Answering dis ask chopped up too

thank u, but my situation isnt that dire! Thats where half the problem comes from, i struggle because its really not that bad here, i just would like to leave for the regular reasons anyone would wanna leave home (+ being trans), that joke about what you dont pay in rent by living with your parents, you pay with your mental health etc etc