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another-lost-mc · 6 months

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candy prompts: barbatos + sweet

before the angels take you on a little vacation to the celestial realm, barbatos has a gift for you.

pairing: barbatos x gn!reader

content: sfw. fluff. domestic bliss, mutual pining, a teensy bit of angst (he just loves you so much and he's gonna miss you~). oh, and kissing.

word count: 1.4k these are supposed to be short wtffff

The castle kitchen is bustling with activity when you push the door open and step inside. Luke and Barbatos both turn their heads and welcome you as they finish their little pet project. The young angel is especially excited to see you and he gestures towards the counter where all his hard work is displayed. "Look at how much we made! The other angels are going to be thrilled, don't you think?"

Luke has told you countless stories about Michael and the other angels he admires in the Celestial Realm, and most of them love sweets. However, you're not sure that explains why there's nearly a dozen pastry boxes stacked high on the countertop in front of you. You have no doubt they’re all filled to the brim with cookies and cupcakes and other sugary treats Luke wants to bring on this trip to visit his home realm.

It's possible Luke went overboard just a little bit, but you share an amused look with Barbatos over the angel's shoulder. Luke’s excitement is contagious and you can't help but return his giddy smile with one of your own.

"You know what? I'm sure all of your friends are going to be very excited when they see what you've made for them." You ruffle his hair and bite your lip to stifle a laugh when a poof of flour floats in the air around him and settles like a dusting of white snow on his shoulders.

Thinking practically, there's no way Luke can safely carry all these packages on his own; the tower of boxes is taller than he is! This many boxes would be a struggle even if you helped him, but it seems Barbatos has already solved the dilemma for you. He glances at something—someone—behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize Number Two who pops up out of nowhere. He hovers over your shoulder and nuzzles your cheek in greeting.

(The Little Ds know by now that if they visit the kitchen when their boss and the young angel are baking together, they'll probably get to help taste-test their creations once they're finished. Barbatos warns Luke not to indulge them too much, but the angel can't resist slipping them cookies or bits of cake when the butler's back is turned.)

Barbatos watches fondly for a moment before he clears his throat to get the lesser demon's attention. "Please help Luke take these to the foyer, and do remember to be careful with them. The contents are quite delicate.”

Number Two gives his boss cheeky salute and a wide, toothy smile. With a surprising burst of speed, he rushes forward and takes the first few boxes from the top of the stack. The other lesser demons that were helping with the kitchen clean-up take the opportunity to abandon their chores and help carry the other boxes instead. They all cackle delightfully as the packages teeter precariously in their claw-like grips. Luke yelps nervously and bids you a hasty see you soon! before he rushes after them in a cloud of powdered sugar.

The kitchen is quiet once the others are gone, and something dark on the now-bare counter catches your attention. "Oh, it looks like they forgot one." The box is smaller than the others and decorated differently too. While the others were standard white boxes tied with gold ribbon, this one is black and tied with a bow of emerald-green.

Barbatos brushes your side when he steps up the counter and he looks pleased that he managed to surprise you. "Actually, this is a gift for you, dearest. I hope you'll enjoy it while you're gone." He tips his head towards the box and encourages you to open it. It looks too pretty to open, but you do as he asks and tug carefully on the ends of the bow before lifting the lid and peering inside.

It takes a moment for you to realize what you're looking at. There's a large tin of loose leaf tea, his personal custom blend. There's a row of individually-wrapped scones that smell faintly of cinnamon and vanilla bean. Nestled inside a layer of tissue paper is a small jar of midnight-berry jam; you already know it's made from fruit he picked himself in the castle gardens.

His presents for you have always been thoughtful, his sense of practicality perfectly blended with his own selfish desire to impress you somehow. You already cherish this gift as much as any other, despite its apparent simplicity.

To anyone else, this would be nothing more than a small selection of Devildom breakfast fare for your week-long excursion to the Celestial Realm.

To you, it's Barbatos's way of providing you with something comforting to drink if you feel homesick while you're gone. It's his regret that he can't be there with you and his hope that you'll eat well despite his absence. It's also a promise: like all mornings you've woken up in his bed to find warm tea and scones prepared on a tray nearby, it's because he's thinking of you, the other master he serves willingly with bated breath on bended knee.

For some reason your eyes are watery all of a sudden. The laugh that warbles from you fails to hide the way you sniffle and try to wipe your eyes without him noticing.

"Come here, love." Familiar hands settle lightly on your waist and draw you closer to him, and suddenly you regret agreeing to go on this stupid trip.

"Barbatos, I—" But whatever you're about to say seizes in your throat when someone knocks softly on the kitchen door.

"Sorry to interrupt," Simeon apologizes when he steps inside. He looks between you two guiltily. Barbatos's eyes snap up at the intrusion, and Simeon makes a wise choice to step back at the menacing growl reverberating in the demon's chest. "I wanted to let you know we're ready to leave when you are." He mouths sorry one more time before making a quick retreat. Even though he closes the door behind him, it's pointless—you're out of time for farewells.

A warm puff of air tickles your ear when Barbatos sighs quietly. Goodbyes aren't any easier for him, or at least they aren't when it comes to you.

"It's not often you travel somewhere I cannot follow." As he murmurs his vulnerable confession, his hands dip under the hem of your shirt, seeking the warm comfort of your bare skin. "I'll miss you more than you can imagine," he whispers, and he pauses with indecision.

To hell with it.

He steals a few more moments with you while he can. His warm breath fans lightly across your face when he leans towards you, followed by a soft brush of his lips against the corner of your mouth. The forked tips of his tail tickle your leg when he closes the distance and kisses you properly. It's unhurried and sweet at first, but then his tongue teases the seam of your lips and he answers your muffled sound with needy groans of his own.

Like his gift to you, kissing him feels like a promise that no one in the three realms could love you as fiercely as he does.

When he finally steps back so very reluctantly, your lips are glossy and plump. It soothes the instinctive urge to claim you somehow, and he takes a moment to admire how lovely you are. When he's satisfied, he laces his fingers with yours and leads you from the kitchen.

Simeon and Luke are waiting for you in the foyer when you arrive. The angels are eager to leave, but they don't dare complain about the delay. Even Barbatos knows he needs to see you off safely before he does something reckless.

(It's far too tempting to tuck you away in his room and keep you to himself. None of the others, except perhaps his Young Master, would dare barge into his space to find you.)

He offers insincere apologies to the others for delaying your departure while you pack his gift carefully with the rest of your belongings. You hum as you swipe your tongue across your lips, savoring the taste of him that lingers there. You don't notice that he mirrors the action himself, or that he stares at you with molten, greedy eyes as you step through the portal he conjures for you.

He carries on with his tasks as best he can after you're gone, and it's a surprisingly easy feat. Time passes so quickly when he gets lost in thought imagining all the ways he plans to cherish you when you return.

read more: halloween 2023 masterlist || obey me masterlist

#obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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evolutiononthebrain · 2 years

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HERMITS, The Species!!!

Okay, so this entire idea was brought obviously by Grian’s video but also this comment:

So complete credit and thanks to them for inspo!

The Hermits as a Species:

There are two Subsections of Hermits; The Redstoner, and the Builder.

Hermits can be both, but generally will lean more into either redstone or building. Redstone Hermits love redstone contraptions; the making of them, learning about them, experimenting with redstone and all the bits and bobs that come with it. In a similar vein, Builder Hermits love building; planning them, scavenging for materials, making block pallets, and collecting random things to add to their builds.

Interestingly, though most Hermits are good with potions, fighting, and hunting, very few ever pursue these things past necessity.

Some facts about the Hermits:

Most Hermits are smaller in stature compared to regular Players. Most researchers aren’t sure on the reason, but there are no health risks that come with this.

All Hermits are hybrids! Most of the are mob-related, passive or otherwise, but there have been recorded cases of unknown DNA in Hermits.

Hermits are fascinated with Diamonds. Most ores are very important to Hermits, but specifically they use Diamonds for common trading or as a currency system.

-> Hermits have been known to hoard Diamonds, even if they are not Dragon-hybrids.

-> Diamonds, and to a lesser extent; Gold, Iron, Emerald, etc. are all precious to Hermits, though some hybrid types prefer certain ores compared to others

This applies to Redstoners, specifically, since Redstone itself is an ore. Most will prefer Redstone above others, while Builders won’t typically have a preference other than Diamond because they very rarely can use ores in their builds.

-> It is extremely advised, for your and the Hermit’s safety, to never take a Hermit’s Diamonds unless you are trusted loved one or another Hermit.

Consequences of this include biting, scratching, feral behavior, general misbehavior, or declarations of war.

In case of the last one, do not fret too much; war is a generally playful activity for hermits, one they especially love to do with loved ones or servermates.

Because war is just a past-time for them, they will not be too-big of a danger to your or your base; just be sure to resign yourself to a week or two full of devious pranks.

-> Hermits are also a very messy species! If you have a Hermit or Hermits on your server, it is recommended that you remind them to clean frequently.

If failed to be reminded, Hermits often end up covered in redstone, dust from building blocks or mining ores, or with tears and rips in clothing pieces.

Do not put too much blame on yourself if this happens; Hermits are a clumsy, often disorganized species that frequently get caught up in their newest projects.

-> Flight is one of the Hermit species’ specialities. Even hybrid types without wings learn to fly on their home server with other hermits.

This is extremely important for a Hermit. After achieving it, flight is their biggest form of transportation around servers. Taking a Hermit’s elytra or not giving one after they respawn can cause the Hermit a lot of stress, anxiety, and frustration.

-> Rockets, similarly to diamonds, are treasured by Hermits; Hermits will be able to sniff out rocket residue and find hidden rockets quickly and efficiently

-> Hermits also communicate via their comms or antennas; they are very sociable creatures, despite their name, and enjoy speaking with their servermates. Though they will be shy when taken off server and interacting with Players they are not comfortable with

-> If you are a Player, but have a Hermit friend, understand that the Hermit is most likely uncomfortable when in new situations unfamiliar to them and will want to be near you, others they know, or at least have comfort objects like diamonds, favorite building blocks, or similar

#grian #mcyt #hermitcraft #grian hermitcraft #solidaritek #trafficshipping #double life #empires jimmy #empires smp #hermitcraft headcanons #hermits species

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butterscotch-goat · 5 months

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If I may make some userbox suggestions/requests:

This user wouldn't hurt a fly, my friend

This user has failed at fitting into those nests that scrape the sky

This user has never understood what humans do and want

This user might seem behind bars, but this cage is inside out

And on behalf of the girl who got me into will wood in the first place:

This user's mind is not one bite smaller or lesser than yours

all great lines, "Willard!" is one of my faves :D

#will wood #william woodliam #wee woo #william woodiam #wwatt #wwattw

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Imaging a baby mushroom rolling around 🫠😩So cute! Would we be able to have more headcanons on having a baby with Morell? Would the baby be raised at the Clergy?

[Adding onto this post basically.]

More kid headcanons with Morell

The baby most likely would not be raised in The Clergy's Eye. As a worker there, Morell knows firsthand how dangerous the place is and the sights you'll find there. Nothing a kid should see. Luckily, he never got rid of his cabin, he's got very supportive parents and a friend who's more than ready to babysit if need be. This is good for you, because it means you'll be actually getting fresh air and not just growing mentally exhausted by The Clergy's ambiance.

Morell's never been that much of a worrywart, but you'll never see him as panicked as he is when you're having your cesarean. The shroom was tense enough to break the chair's armrest in the waiting room. He's just... If anything went wrong, he wouldn't forgive himself.

The moment doctors find out his child is the poisonous kind like him, your pregnancy is considered one of high-risk, and you'll have to take certain types of medication to prevent getting poisoned yourself. These, of course, won't affect the baby itself. This has him very on edge as well, but it doesn't show usually.

If there's one thing that baby's going to be, it's hungry. Really hungry. Everyone in Morell's family is big and eats well- Your appetite during the pregnancy was absurd because of this little bugger, and now you're going to have to deal with your kid wailing in hunger every hour or so. It's ridiculous, but Morell assures you that's just how it is. You're never going to have enough milk for them, even the chef knows this, so he stocks up on the best brands of formula he can find.

Bernice is going to wordlessly, solemnly pat your back one day when she finds you breastfeeding her grandchild. You won't understand the look of pity until your kid's teeth develop and they bite your poor pepperonis so fucking hard you bleat like a goat. Feel free to crush Morell's hand while you endure this.

Speaking of teeth, most monster babies need a lot of oral stimulus, so get some sturdy pacifiers asap.

Once again, don't freak out if you see Morell rolling the baby around. They need to learn, you know? He'll sit you down on one corner of the room and sit on the opposite one with the baby, then roll them towards you. You'll go back and forth a couple of times before the baby starts doing it on their own. Much later on, you'll have to do the same thing but for crawling, as they'll need to grow out of that phase fast when their cap begin becoming more proportionate.

Speaking of the cap, that's something you have to pay a lot of attention to as a parent. The health of a shroomling is often determined by the state of their cap (in adults as well, but to a lesser degree). Make sure it's always hydrated, moderately spongy, and has no odd growths or discoloration. Morell will teach you how to palp properly.

It's probably really funny seeing your kid toddle after Morell, following daddy into the kitchen so they can watch him cook like a confused donkey in a desert. Morell probably has all sorts of photos of them trying different things and reacting to the taste.

At some point, your kid will assume your hair is actually your cap, and you'll find their dad wheezing on the floor as they ask what's wrong with mommy's fluffy cap.

No matter how much you protest, Morell has it in his head that the kiddo will have to learn to either do wood carvings or set traps. Those are family skills and he's not giving them up.

Even if they're a hybrid, you should expect your kid to be quite taller and possibly broader than you. A result of their hybrid nature will likely show in them having a lighter face, as opposed to the purebred shroom's usually pitch black "head". They'll likely also have a much more manageable, smaller cap.

Onto the less pretty side of things, you will have to fight tooth and nail if you'd like the kid to not eat humans. Morell and his family will be upset by this, but you have some room to argue here, given that the kid has human genes, meaning it really would be a form of cannibalism and could bring about negative consequences. It's best not to let them get a taste to begin with, they might be too much like daddy and enjoy it.

#Morell oc

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transgender-craze · 1 year

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When will wood said "they say grow up be a mam cause until then you're nothing but a short haired girl"

When will wood said "i was nothing before, so i couldn't have asked to be born"

When will wood said "never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted, just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect"

When will wood said "dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed. Only plastic never die"

When will wood said "you fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel. Try to make room in your skull but it's full of them. All of the things that you think and think about thinking. I know it's hard, but they’re not who you are. They're white noise"

When will wood said "and a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself. So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?"

When will wood said "baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you? And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me jow could you tell me how and if i'm still pretty?"

When will wood said "it's lonely out here socrates"

When will wood said "but i'll tell you what i'm not afraid to die, i'm more afraid of what might happen first. Either way it's not like we'll get out alive. I can't say that i know which one is wrose"

When will wood said "everybody knows that, nobody knows that, everybody's in on my motherfucking business"

When will wood said "so come on, William, grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl"

When will wood said "everything's useless especially songs, it think the truth is that everyone's wrong. Still sing along, still sing a long long time. I might keep looking for nothing to find, they say "keep tracking it's all in your mind, jimmy you're fine," end of the line, gaining speed, wrapping trees"

When will wood said "oh are you at all like me? Do you know what i mean, or am i too close to see? Someone, anyone!"

When will wood said "why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem, not the things you do but something deep inside."

When will wood said "I might be a saint worth steeple, i might be the brain of evil. Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me."

When will wood said "Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder. sure you'll see my point of view, I'd bring you with me to the office in my pocket, but the world would put us down. Lock me up and toss the key. You might seem behind bars but friend this cage is inside out.."

When will wood said "Is there cheese in the great beyond? Rinds of parmesan, wine to water, night from dawn. Life gets shorter, teeth grow long. Mind me not and I’ll mind my own and my mind’s not one bite smaller or lesser than yours. Do I belong in right and wrong? Nature, I guess."

When will wood said "Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick. Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror. I guess it’s just something people do."

When will wood said "Ain’t your you-dentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain?You’re not your thoughts, you’re not your brain, you’re just the character you’ve made. Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts come together to believe they’re you, and not just chemistry"

When will wood said-

#will wood #in case i make it #can somebody please physically stop me from continuing this #i am so fucking normal i swear i am so normal i even go to normal people school i swear there's nothing wrong with me #i go to a fucking queer youth movment group and a school for mentally ill kids but somehow i still have no to talk about will wood with #what the fuck is this clownary #i thought i went past my will wood obssetion but here we are #i have continued this #it's just becoming a list of all my favourite will wood lyrics at this point #send help #I have got.. to get... normaler....

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moth--blood · 5 months

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nothing on the brain except Levi, Beel, and Asmo being on different ends of the belief of cannibalism as a metaphor for love, or for obsession, or for both.

[ cw for cannibalism, sexual tones with Asmo👍]

Levi thinks it's as pure as his expression of affection could possibly get; consuming you and letting you swallow parts of him so valuable to his mind. Levi takes his time sectioning off what he wants, and though he's nervously rambling about nothing and repeatedly double checking you want him in this way, you want him to have you in this way, he's grazing his fangs over the soft parts of your throat. he'll move lower if you ask, and his other immediate spot to press his face into is your thighs. the section he marks out is much bigger, especially if you have thicker thighs, and when he finally bites down he acts like a man starved. if you let him indulge twice, he'll only chew one chunk of your flesh. the other will be swallowed whole. he's not at all picky where you bite down, and he'll continue to ramble about how much this means to him, how much he loves you, how your blood and muscles tasted so good while you eat. he'll honor this for millennia, no matter how many times it happens, believe him.

Beel is no stranger to eating what was once sentient and alive. what he is stranger to, is consuming those he loves. that being said he is nothing if not loving, and if you choose to let the two of you express your love this way he wastes no time. he lets you go first, offering all but his soul to you on this mental silver platter. he insists you take all you want, after all this is to show you how much he loves you, who is he to limit your consumption? Beel's teeth are sharp, and he bites down fast. he's marked out your body and the places he'd sever if asked so he knows exactly what parts of you he's going for. he limits himself, as much as he doesn't want to, because even if you so clearly trust him with your life enough to potentially end it he'd never forgive himself. so he limits, opting to savour for once. he makes it a habit to do this with you frequently, even if it's mostly you taking him. he doesn't mind.

Asmo's consumption borders on obsession. his first taste of your blood or skin was out of lust, and he's always been a sucker for metaphors.. Asmo's fangs are much smaller and duller than Beel and Levi's, so while it takes him longer to break the skin he'll make it worth it. you'll have to be the one to stop him, surprisingly his self restraint is lesser than Beel's when it comes to this. his bites start small and turn into missing chunks quick, and he'll just adore it if yours are similar. he thinks of this progression as him losing himself in you, wether romantically or just sexually, and he just loves voicing that progression while it happens. he doesn't stop talking throughout it, especially if it could cause you both to indulge in his sin. Asmo likes taking turns with this, he prefers it if there's a back and forth with who's being bit. he doesn't have a favorite spot on you, but he loves the idea of you taking from his neck. he shows off your hickeys, whos to say he won't show off.. other, love bites? truthfully he can't get enough of you. if he can get away with it, he'll be taking little parts of you almost every day; it becomes part of his routines. he'll understand if you tell him off, that'll just make it even more special when you let him again

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #cannibalism #cannibalism as a metaphor for love #is it really cannibalism if they're demons #obey me imagines

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edensrose · 1 year

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hi darling <3 could I request vamp! Tilion with the "you're not just the friendly gentleman/lady, are you?" prompt and a mortal reader who's managed to get into where Telperion is kept? (whether she's a spy, is there for personal reasons or straight up lost lol, Tilion finds her) 👀👀

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tilion ⠀〳 human!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. long have you awaited this day — where you would reach your goal and avenge your loved one. but it seems that a new friend of yours has other plans. ( blood mention ៸៸ biting ៸៸ mentions of humans used as blood bags ៸៸ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 )

· ⊰ note. to kick off the vampire au we have a request from my darling writing wife<3 hope you enjoy!

˙ ˖ lore post ៸៸ character sheet ៸៸ masterlist

Humans and vampires were like oil and water.

Never mixing, and sure as hell not friends.

Yet on the rare occasion, humans would mingle in the affairs of night crawlers. Rather, vampires in the Royal Court would prefer to have a walking blood bag than venture out into the world to feast on the son of man. Smaller villages that were well aware of their existence and feared them most, eventually came up with a solution: to offer a handful of young, healthy, sons and daughters — to not only live in the Court and be their breakfasts, lunches and suppers — but to also aid vampires in the more mundane, tedious affairs of the human world.

When you turned the appropriate age of adulthood your village had roped you into the decade’s next supply for their blood-thirsty overlords and shipped you off to the palace. Ebony stone and lavish, candle-lit hallways awaited you. Paintings of old, sculptures of the talented and decorations of the rich adorned the interior of their domain. You expected something large, of course, but this was on a whole other level. Magnificent in every right. A part of you even began to believe that this was a hoax, a mere underhanded arrangement for your village to sell off a few of their own every ten years for wealth. Now that you stood before the red carpets, silver accents and crimson, beady eyes; you knew in your heart that this was reality.

Perfect.

You would merely bow your head and curtsey before the vampires — yet as you face the spruce-wood floors, your smile would remain inconceivable.

Never, you promise.

Never will these demons know of your true intentions here.

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“You certainly took your time.’’

A voice dripping honey and laced with playfulness tickles your eardrums. You glance up from your ink and parchment briefly to force a smile onto your lips. Or at least, you tell yourself it is forced as you discreetly slip a note into the drawer of your desk.

“Tilion,’’ you sigh with jesting exasperation and turn back to your quill. “You know, for a royal guard, you certainly have too much time on your hands. Slacking off, are you?” You could feel the roll of his eyes and his chuckle brought forth a swell of warmth in your chest. Goosebumps rise on your skin when cold arms wrap around your shoulders and silvery strands tickle your cheek. “Is it a crime to check up on my favourite human?”

Favourite human. A title you had earned throughout your stay here. Tilion was different from his kin. Looney, comedic relief and far from the stern faces and constipated looks that other vampires around the palace wore like silver jewellery. You quickly gained favour from the higher-ups due to your ability to read and write, thus, you were sent on various tasks and missions into the human world. Documenting what you saw and relaying important information — apart from your default blood bag status.

The first time you were bitten was absolute agony. Unfortunately for you, you caught the eye of a pureblood because of your pretty face and demeanour. You would quickly learn the difference between the fangs of a pureblood and their lesser selves: halfbloods.

Perhaps you should be grateful for the title of favourite human to Tilion. You rarely faced the threat of his fangs. Initially, you assumed that his friendship was merely a ploy. A small game with his food before he sunk his teeth in. Needless to say, you were pleasantly surprised when the bubbly, sometimes goofy vampire only sought your companionship. It lessened the load of your ‘duties’.

And made your job so much easier.

“What brings you here today?’’ You question before turning back to your note-taking. Scribbling down accounts of your short time in the human world. From the corner of your eye you observe his mannerisms, hoping that whatever it is that he was here for, it wouldn’t take too long. Let alone result in him plopping himself onto your desk and rambling on for hours. Whilst most nights you would entertain him, today was different. You had other work to attend to. Free from the watchful eyes of any vampire.

A sacrifice, that is what you and the other humans were dubbed. Little did they know that one particular sacrifice would lead to spilt blood, and ironically, not that of the blood bags.

Long had you been aware of the existence of vampires — and long have you craved vengeance for their reign of terror on the mortal world. Especially after the passing of your beloved friend to their powerful, cruel clutches. You worked hard to ensure that you were the main pick of the village for that decade’s batch of humans. Wormed your way into the palace and sucked up every ounce of pain that you were put through in order to make it to where you sat now. A map, that you deciphered, in your drawer that would lead you to their most revered possession: Telperion

Tilion was not apart of the equation. An unknown variable that threw your plans into disarray. Not that he ever discovered your true intentions, rather, you could not bring yourself to hurt him. A conflict of interest. You wished to curse yourself until you were blue in the face.

Maybe there is a way, you keep telling yourself as you allow him to chatter on about anything and everything interesting that occurred within the palace walls that week. ‘Maybe he is different.’

“Well, let me not take up too much of your time, seems like you are quite dazed.’’ Those words snap you out of your mini monologue and you habitually bite your lip. “Forgive me,’’ you sigh. “Suppose you can say I am far from energetic after today’s outing.’’ His smile tells you that all is well and he unwraps his arms from around you. Even if he was colder than ice, the absence of his touch left you chiller. Much like the ravenous winter that struck the land around the palace.

“Rest today. If all is well, I will pay you a visit tomorrow.’’ His lips purse. “Well, if Eönwë has nothing planned for me. You know what a pest he can be.’’ Silver eyes roll to the chandelier strung from the ceiling. You give him a faint smile accompanied by a wave before he leaves you alone in your room once again.

‘He is different.’

You already feel the headache settling itself between your nerves and you groan with fingers rubbing at your temples. Perhaps this is why vampires often got the job done without fail. They never grant themselves the luxury of forming meaningful relationships, at least from what you have observed. Unlike humans, who rely on their signature trait for survival: community.

Curses fly from beneath your breath as you fish out the intricately drawn map and splay it over your desk. Bringing a candle nearby to ease the strain of your eyes, you follow the path that you can only hope will bring you one step closer to your goal. First, Telperion — and soon, the downfall of all vampires.

‘East-wing, stay centre. The guards should be controlling the west once the moon is three-quarters through its course. Time it right and it should lead the way.’

Praying to whatever holy being might be listening, you once more fall back on your greatest strength: intelligence — before rolling up the map and burning it to ashes with the very candle in your hand.

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You would thank your lucky stars, but you knew that this was far from luck. This was skill. Skill that you sharpened like a blade. Knowledge and intellect were your weapons as you discreetly slink your way through the palace.

Dawn would soon break through the sky, a sign for most vampires to call it a day. Even with their advanced energy and disregard for sleep, many enjoyed taking a few hours between the onset of dawn and morning to give themselves a break. A schedule you had memorised like the back of your hand. As you did the guard routine.

Following the last shine of the moon that decorated the stone walls, you mind any creaking tiles and keep to the shadows. Avoiding windows that might send a breeze and cast your scent to the nearest guard in the vicinity. Many months had you planned this, and you would be a fool to let any possible contingency slip through the cracks.

You could already catch glimmers of its shimmering leaves from the arch of an opening that lay before you at the far end of the hallway. Wouldn’t they guard it well? Many would ask. Vampires worshipped the tree, regardless of their rank. However, this specific wing of the palace was forbidden to humans such as yourself. Were you to be spotted, one can only assume a bloody outcome. Favoured or not.

Heart in your throat, hands trembling at the taste of victory on your tongue — you approach the stone arch and slip out into the mini courtyard that awaited you. A ceiling was missing from above, allowing the power of the moon to shine down onto the area. Your lips purse for a moment. Was that the use of masking magic? You have never seen an opening from outside of the palace. After that brief spout of curiosity, you lower your gaze at last.

Lo and behold, the legend was true. Rooted at the centre, tall, mighty yet beautiful in every right stood the tree from the tales you read of in story books. Your eyes dazzle with the magnificence of silver that shimmers before you. Leaves, fruit, blossoms and trunk — all were blessed by the moon and shone with its pride.

Telperion, the silver tree.

Whether the gleam on your face was from the tree or the overwhelming sense of accomplishment that overflowed from within, you know not. After all this time, you are one step closer to your goal. Your friend’s name is sweet on your tongue for the first time in years as you whisper it into the air. Renewing your silent vow of avenging them.

“Far from energetic, you say? Might I assume that you are sleepwalking, then?”

Nerves tensing. Hair standing. Your heart plummets into your stomach when a voice graces your ears. The same honeyed voice of the one you held dearest. The light of the tree means nothing to you anymore. Overtaken by the shadow that consumes the pebble floor beneath you and renders your body frozen.

Unknown variable. . . No.

A miscalculation.

Nails dig into your palms as the presence that once brought you comfort finds itself in front of you. Seering dread throughout each of your nerves. Any warmth was now replaced by the chill of realisation — and the frostiness of failure. Betrayal.

You sight those silver strands that you adored despite your gaze fixated on the ground — even so, you refuse to glance up. Whether out of fear or shock.

“Will you not look at me?”

The pebbles melt to bronze and you soon face pools of grey. The warmth that you sought was still there. Familiar even. But now you could see past its facade and into the truth of malice. Staring back at you like a predator staring down its prey. The fingers beneath your chin that raised your head slip upwards. Caressing the underneath of your jaw as Tilion basks in the glow of your expression.

“What is wrong? You are usually so happy to see me.’’ His thumb brushes at your cheekbone, a habit that you fell in love with. Despite it all, your mouth runs dry — and you can all but stare at him in a dumbfounded state. “Could it be. . .” he trails, before nails bite into your soft skin and his arm yanks you nearer. Flushing your heat against his iciness.

“Is that fear in your eyes?”

Was that cruelty in his?

For the entirety of your stay here, Tilion was the one that chipped away your general view of vampires. Beating down the notion that all of them were merciless, sadistic beings of the night. With his silly smile and shimmering eyes. Oh, he still smiled. Yet it was filled with malevolence; and while his eyes shimmered, you knew well that it was not from kindness.

“You. . .’’ Your throat wishes to bleed. Still, you power through — gaze locked onto his.

“You are not just the friendly gentleman, are you?’’

His bark of laughter answers your question if not for the stone that met your back after he slipped his hand down to your throat and collided you into the nearest wall. Instinctively, your fingers shoot to his wrist and claw at his tanned skin as your body kicks into a struggle. Alas, you are no match for a vampire. Let alone a pureblood. The rose petals in your pocket would do so much as tickle him.

“That is what I love about your kind.’’ Tilion grins, bringing his face closer to your frightened one. “You are all so trusting. So eager for companionship. Even if you try to remain aloof or indifferent. Tell me, did you think we were friends?”

“N-N. . .o!” your pride attempts to choke.

“That look in your eye tells me otherwise.’’ His devilish hum rings through your eardrums and you gasp at the tightening of his grip that nearly cuts off your air supply. “Ah, that is right. You saw me not as a friend. . .” Tears spill into your eyes at his next spout of cruel laughter as he beholds your wriggling form. He needn’t finish his sentence. You knew the truth — so did he. All along you thought you were fooling him. Little did you know that it was you who was played like a harp.

“As the Guardian of Telperion. . .’’ Your eyes widen at the start of his words. The bishop!? You absolute fool — how couldn’t you piece it together sooner?

“I should report you to the royals. After all, analysing your research would tell even a dunce of what you have been up to. However. . .’’ Holding your breath, your heart pounds against its ribcage. Eager to tear through your chest and run from you. Save you from the agony that you knew would come.

“I must say, I believe I deserve a reward for this.’’ You catch a glimpse of his hungry gaze directed at your pulse. No doubt it is ringing through his ears just as much as yours. To make matters worse, the digging of his nails into your flesh cuts into your skin and allows a trickle of blood to drip down your neck. “I have held back all these months. . . And believe me, it was far from easy.’’

His hair tickles your face as his tongue flushes against the crimson; trailing it along the thin streak on your skin. You feel his tremble, his shudder — you hear his groan. Even a speck of your blood left him ravenous. Yet summoning all the patience he could, he parts in the slightest. So that he can behold your fearful expression once more.

“I should have my fun with you first.’’

It is the only clarity you will receive before a cry is ripped from the depths of your throat. As though hot metal tore through the softness of your flesh. His fangs reminded you of the true prowess of a pureblood.

It mattered not how much you protested. Struggled. Screamed — or begged. His hands found your wrists like chains and his bite left limp against the wall. A slave to your own ambition and at the mercy of his hunger.

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baloneywizardghostgirl · 9 months

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girls when their minds not one bite smaller or lesser than yours

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shift-if · 9 months

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prompt 77: “ Are you jealous? “ please :))

Sure thing anon. It's a long one.

🤍 Harmony - You lost track of how long you've been running through the dark alleyways. How many twists and turns it took to get away from your pursuers. You struggle to catch your breath as you feel a hand on your back rubbing your spine.

"I think we lost them." Harmony bends down to catch your gaze, nodding at you as you take in a deep breath.

"You better start learning to fight or something. I'm getting so tired of this." wiping the sweat from your brow, you grin at her. She knows you will protect her, even when you pretend it's the last thing you want to do.

"If I have to learn to fight, then what use will you be to me?" Harmony jabs your rib with her elbow, grinning as you wince.

"Less time with you means less headache for me." You move to rub your temple. You barely had enough energy as it were with the job you pulled with Carver today. This only worsens the hunger in your gut, the very hunger that tells you if you don't feed and soon...well let's not think about that now.

You flick your eyes over Harmony's figure, checking to ensure she didn't get hurt on the way here, your eyes latch onto her neck. A bite mark you know wasn't there yesterday.

"Harmony? What the hell?" You raise your hand, pointing at the two puncture wounds that are easily recognizable as coming from a vampire.

She raises a hand to the left of her neck, a sheepish grin on her face. "Oh, that was from last night. It was consensual, it's fine."

You scoff at her. Who the hell did she let bite her? Better yet why is it bothering you? Is it because you swore to keep her safe?

As she walks past you, patting you on the shoulder she grins. "What's wrong? Are you jealous it wasn't you?"

🤎 Keegan - You slide into the tiny office, made only smaller by his presence. You notice the documents on his desk, the odd placement of knick-knacks scattered along its brown oak top. As if a child had been staging out a play with the vampire and werewolf figurine on top.

"So, what did you want? You know Carver is going to get pissed knowing I came here by myself." Turning to face him, you notice Keegan rubbing the back of his neck. Nervously looking to the office door and back to you.

"I couldn't say this in front of the others, and I have to be here anyways to keep your "friend" from overstepping their welcome." He motions for you to sit.

Friend? Could he mean?

"I noticed your smell was different, well different than normal. I just wanted to make sure you're alright, you know I can keep you safe if you need me to." He doesn't meet your gaze, but that doesn't lessen the meaning of his words.

You do know Keegan would look out for you, that's not what catches your attention.

"My smell? Have you seriously been sniffing me Keeg?" You fight the laughter that tries to crawl up your throat. Since when has he been so clued in on your smell? Especially enough to notice who you were with.

"Don't be weird, it's not like that." The look he shoots you would scare a lesser person. Yet, you know you have nothing to fear from this wolf. .

"Don't tell me your..." Before you can finish your sentence, someone comes in briskly opening the door.

"Alpha, oh sorry I didn't know you had someone in here?" The young wolf flushes as they look at you then back to Keegan.

"It's fine, just wait for me in your room. " Keegan smiles at them, a cheeky smile. One that shouldn't make you jealous it's aimed at them, but it does nonetheless.

"You really leaving when we're in the middle of a conversation?" You glare at him, to the wolf smiling, then noticing your glare sheepishly leaves the room. "Are you really going to go sleep with her right now?"

"Look at you, sounding all jealous. Keep that up and I might think you're starting to like me." He winks at you before following the other wolf, looking back one last time before turning down the hall.

🖤 Carver - "Will you get down, you keep staring they're going to notice." they push your head down, keeping you from peeking over the fence. It's been a long night, and the job still isn't done.

"For fuck's sake Carver, how the hell am I supposed to know what they look like if I can't look." you push his hand off your head, swatting him on the shoulder.

Carver clicks their tongue at you, turns you around, and presses you against the fence. "I said follow my lead, do what I say. How hard is that for you to understand?" The glint in his crimson-red eyes should scare you, it would others. This side of Carver you know, the hunter. The look they use when they're hunting, for food or work.

A smarter person would let them be, but you can see they're on edge. See they're fighting the hunger just as much as you, but you have a job to do. Food comes later. You catch yourself staring at their lips, a slight tinge of red from the blood bag from earlier.

The sight makes your stomach twist, be it from your own hunger, or from the way you watch as they dart their tongue to moisten their lips.

Shit, the hunger must be getting to you. Because why the hell would you be thinking of Carver like that.

They catch your gaze and the corner of their mouth shifts just enough to see their fang. "Like what you see, dragă ?"

You push them back, you hate when they call you that. In fact, you hate him, or you should. Though you know you would do anything for Carver, even if you want to kick their ass most of the time.

You watch as they straighten, nodding their head to the person leaving the abandoned building. "That's my meal for tonight."

Your eyes widen, that was the person Carver was with several nights ago. How could you forget when you walked in on them, you couldn't if you wanted to. Your brow furrows, and once you hear the laugh from beside you, you know Carver knows what you're thinking.

"Jealousy is unbecoming of you. You know there's only room for one in my cold dead heart." he teases, brushing his arm against yours.

"Shut up, who the hell would want to be with you?"

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another-uncreative-system-name · 4 months

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MOST ALTERS DO NOT HAVE COLORED TEXT! they will use tags instead:

bendy - #bendy and the post machine

sunny - #sunny

da vinki - #the coolest cat on the block

alt - #alternate eclipse

rivulet - #a droplet in a rainstorm

artificer - #an explosive appearance

saint - #a saintlike purpose

mia - (doesn’t have a tag since she usually forgets to use one)

baja/gel - #baja blast

chroma - #toxic chromasome (although sometimes they just use blue text)

hero - #hero sandwich

kel - #i got posts on my mind

socrates - #my minds no bite smaller or lesser than yours

spearmaster - #the spiked messenger

monk (anthro au) - #a saintlike apprentice

stranger - #a strange light

V1 - #unstoppable force

michael - #a drink to death

lyer - #i can assure you i am very real

omori - #welcome to white space

heart - #the heart acoustic

mind - #the mind electric

soul - #the soul eclectic

gnarpy - #invader from outer zpace

basil - #everything is going to be ok

misery fell!bendy - #zombendy

shuriken - #time to pick up the pace

medkit - #medkit

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memelleity · 2 years

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in case i make it sentence starters

❝ here’s where i’ll be raising my kids, if i can find someone to start a family with.❞

❝ i dream of the day my odds and ends fit. ❞

❝ my mind’s not one bite smaller or lesser than yours. ❞

❝ do i belong in “right and wrong”? ❞

❝ one hungry day is nothing, come what may. ❞

❝ i’ll make it through again. i have before. what’s one more? ❞

❝ was that all there was to this? ❞

❝ what’s the moon made of? ❞

❝ one dies alone, and why? ❞

❝ don’t take the following words as reverence for tradition… ❞

❝ i’ve learned to pick my battles by losing most i’ve fought. ❞

❝ i’ll always do it my way, even if that’s just the same way i was taught. ❞

❝ can you believe we really made it? ❞

❝ i want to be just like my parents before i was born ❞

❝ can we be just like my parents? ❞

❝ yeah, i mean sure, my parents messed me up. but i think that’s just the gig. ❞

❝ i’d like to just lay down. ❞

❝ marriage always scared me, but i’d like to have a last love. ❞

❝ love can last a pretty good long while. i’ve seen it around. ❞

❝ tongue out of my cheek now. i’m done pulling faces. ❞

❝ what do i know bout forever, when so far, i’ve been so fleeting? ❞

❝ if you want a hyphen last name, i guess i don’t mind the cadence. ❞

❝ i’ve forgotten all their names, so why should you remember me? ❞

❝ if we grow old together will you talk to my headstone? that is, assuming that i die first. ❞

❝ god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing. ❞

❝ it just feels inhumane to lose this much. ❞

❝ when you leave, you know you take more than your love. ❞

❝ my sponsor said “do nothing. nothing works.” ❞

❝ my doctor said “don’t do that if it hurts.” ❞

❝ let all my red flags fade to white. i give up. ❞

❝ okay, i’ll pack my stuff. ❞

❝ it feels damn inhumane to get all i’ve dreamed of. ❞

❝ one day at a time. tomorrow’s too late. ❞

❝ i know that i’m wrong. ❞

❝ when you’re gone, you’re gone. ❞

❝ i want to believe that you’ll remember me when you’re just memory. ❞

❝ i would take it back if i could. ❞

❝ it’ll all be over soon. ❞

❝ i’d never let a bad thing happen to you. ❞

❝ everybody dies fighting for their lives, just trying to survive. ❞

❝ i’m gripping the grass and i’m pulling up daisies. ❞

❝ would or could the impact kill me? ❞

❝ be the next big constellation, connect the dots between your parts. ❞

❝ dandelion seeds get to ride on the breeze… you make a wish upon the dead, but turn and call it a weed. ❞

❝ only plastic flowers never die. ❞

❝ what do you know of control? the wind is simply at your back. ❞

❝ i ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes. ❞

❝ is now really a good time for a new tattoo? ❞

❝ the larger they are, the harder they tend to fall. ❞

❝ from such height, life looks awful small. ❞

❝ magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit. ❞

❝ my private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone. ❞

❝ haunt my bedroom at night and say “let’s get you home.” ❞

❝ oh my god, what’s wrong with me? ❞

❝ i’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me. ❞

❝ you seemed fine just a few days ago. ❞

❝ never mind, you win! ❞

❝ far too late came far too soon. ❞

❝ the love you never made became the things you’d never do. ❞

❝ go on back to bed my love, that’s where dreams are supposed to be. ❞

❝ are you at all like me? do you know what i mean, or am i too close to see? ❞

❝ alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home. ❞

❝ i’m afraid of leaving my house. ❞

❝ i’m afraid of losing my mind. ❞

❝ i’ve never been afraid of no one breaking my heart. not like i’m bout to fall and cut my throat on the shards ❞

❝ i’m afraid of damn near everything. ❞

❝ hold me like a tourniquet. ❞

❝ i love you so much it scares me half to death. ❞

❝ i’m not used to this, how did this happen? ❞

❝ i love you so much it scares me half to death. the other half i guess i’m giving to you. ❞

❝ i’m afraid that you’ll change your mind. ❞

❝ i’m afraid of four-letter words like love, for, and ever… or whatever. ❞

❝ i’m afraid you’ll notice my flaws. i’m afraid you already have, obviously. ❞

❝ hold me at claw’s length, baby. ❞

❝ i’m not used to fear of losing something i hold dear. ❞

❝ i’m no survivor, i only happened to survive. ❞

❝ i was drunk when i made my bed. now with a half-decade hangover, i lay down in it. ❞

❝ what have i done? ❞

❝ it’s either this, in jail, or dead. ❞

❝ jesus christ, my aching head… ❞

❝ i’ve been feeling awful since i hit bottom and said “hand me my shovel, i’m going in.” ❞

❝ man, you call that recovered? ❞

❝ broke my neck on the backs of those who i’ve hurt and scared. ❞

❝ i’d rather be anybody else instead. ❞

❝ please believe me when i say i poured my whole past down the drain. ❞

❝ i can’t make amends for things i don’t remember. ❞

❝ i can only say i’m sorry and occasionally pray. ❞

❝ guess you’ll just have to take my word that i’ve changed. ❞

❝ i’m turning over the same old leaf again. ❞

❝ if it weren’t for the everything, then anything could happen. ❞

❝ if anybody needs me, i’ll be in my coffin. ❞

❝ i’m sorry for the things i’ve done and all i ask of you. ❞

❝ maybe i should switch up the style of my mistakes. ❞

❝ i’d kill the man i am for one more chance to be yours. ❞

❝ i ain’t begging. i’m just saying it’s an option. ❞

❝ breaking news: the news is broken. ❞

❝ sign this petition to remove content warnings from civil war statues! ❞

❝ funny how you all have so much in common. ❞

❝ the age of aquarius has arrived. the end is nigh. ❞

❝ i’m that first-person they talk about in all the books. ❞

❝ i wrote the book about throwing the book at those who don’t do it by it. ❞

❝ so now i’m holding myself hostage… ❞

❝ enough lefts don’t make the right, but two wrongs do. ❞

❝ oh man, sun tzu would love this. ❞

❝ if you shake your fist at snakes in grass, it looks like punching down. ❞

❝ god forbid i’m seen just as an average human being. ❞

❝ i’m the gap between a tragedy and comedy. ❞

❝ i’m the main character, and you have to like me. ❞

❝ look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s super-ego! ❞

❝ villains are everywhere, that’s how i know i’m the hero. ❞

❝ we all do what we need to to get through, but i ain’t done a fucking thing to you. ❞

❝ i don’t owe you my heart, and i don’t owe you my body, but you should know that i’m sorry for being careless with you. ❞

❝ lord knows i owed you more than i’m pretty sure i ever could give anybody. ❞

❝ i swear i’m really trying. ❞

❝ it just don’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for me. ❞

❝ i just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet. ❞

❝ i only know that i’m still lonely, that morbid sort where even company can’t cure me. ❞

❝ you gave me your heart, i only gave you my body. ❞

❝ i’m not a real person, just the shit you can’t make up. ❞

❝ i’m just as exposed if i take off my clothes when we make the closest thing to love that i’m capable of. ❞

❝ how did i cause so much harm? ❞

❝ i know you got scars of your own. ❞

❝ i’ll either live or die alone. ❞

❝ i swear i will die trying. ❞

❝ i’m still in the process, but i’m making progress. ❞

❝ i honestly want to prove improvement’s possible. ❞

❝ i swear i’m so fucking sorry. ❞

❝ i’m not a good person, i’m barely a person at all. ❞

❝ tell me, what kind of living legend would only want a living wage? ❞

❝ i just turned twenty-seven, and i’m dying of old age. ❞

❝ guess i’m just selfish… i wanna have but not be had. ❞

❝ it’s not a gift if you pay for it, but i don’t want no charity. ❞

❝ i spent all my years to end up right here, and now i really think i’d rather leave. ❞

❝ i hate sex, i hate drugs, and i hate rock'n'roll. ❞

❝ i hate proving that i’m still human after all. ❞

❝ it’s the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines. ❞

❝ go ahead, sure, drink my kool-aid. it wouldn’t mix well with my meds. ❞

❝ i hate to be “that guy,” but i’m not that guy anymore, and i made god damn sure he’s dead. ❞

❝ i’ve nearly cried for moths that die at porch light lamps. ❞

❝ i have been stepped on so many times, it’s started to feel like my place. ❞

❝ is there room for me in your cage? ❞

❝ animals are people too, but these people are animals. ❞

❝ it’s awful out here, ____. ❞

❝ i’ve never understood what humans do and want. it’s quite confusing to me to try to connect. ❞

❝ frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours. ❞

❝ you’ve got a friend in me. let’s go make more enemies. ❞

❝ you’re not meant to sing along, it isn’t that kind of song. ❞

❝ if you listen closely, i swear to god… i swear you can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear. ❞

❝ it’s theoretically dense, it’s impressive, it’s microtonal and it challenges western notions of art. ❞

❝ it makes no statement, but does so quite loudly. ❞

❝ it’s an aesthetic, i mean an anesthetic. ❞

❝ it begs the question just to tell you the answer. ❞

❝ if you walk the walk, can you talk more quiet? ❞

❝ you fill your head with thoughts you find you can’t even feel. ❞

❝ all of the things that you think and then think about thinking… i know it’s hard, but they’re not who you are. they’re white noise. ❞

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