#thanatos voss

[the-syndic4te]

I thought about what I had seen in Poland, but for some reason I couldn’t explain, my thinking skimmed over the images and came to rest on the words. The words preoccupied me. I had been wondering how much the differences between German and Russian reactions to mass killings (differences that caused us finally to change our method to make the thing somehow easier, while the Russians seemed, even after a quarter century, to remain unmoved by it) had to do with differences of vocabulary. The word Tod, after all, has the stiffness of a clean, already cold, almost abstract corpse, the finality in any case of the after-death, whereas smiert’, the Russian word, is as heavy and greasy as the thing itself. What about French, in that case? That language, for me, remained dependent on the feminization of death by Latin: What a difference finally between la Mort and all the almost warm, tender images it gives rise to, and the terrible Thanatos of the Greeks! The Germans had at least preserved the masculine (smiert’, it should be said in passing, is also feminine). There, in the brightness of summer, I thought about that decision we had made, the extraordinary idea of killing all the Jews, whoever they might be, young or old, good or bad, of destroying Judaism in the person of its bearers, a decision that had received the name, now well known, of Endlösung: the “Final Solution.” But what a beautiful word! It had not always been a synonym for extermination, though: since the beginning, people had called for, when it came to the Jews, an Endlösung, or else a völlige Lösung (a complete solution) or also an allgemeine Lösung (a general solution), and according to the period, this meant exclusion from public life or exclusion from economic life or, finally, emigration. Then, little by little, the signification had slid toward the abyss, but without the signifier changing, and it seemed almost as if this final meaning had always lived in the heart of the word, and that the thing had been attracted, drawn in by it, by its weight, its fabulous gravity, into that black hole of the mind, toward the point of singularity: and then we had passed the event horizon, beyond which there is no return. We still believe in ideas, in concepts, we believe that words designate ideas, but that’s not necessarily true, maybe there aren’t really any ideas, maybe there’s really nothing but words, and the weight peculiar to words. And maybe thus we had let ourselves be led along by a word and its inevitability. Within us, then, there would have been no ideas, no logic, no coherence? There would have been only words, in our oh so peculiar language, only that word, Endlösung, its streaming beauty? For, really, how could one resist the seduction of such a word? It would have been as inconceivable as resisting the word obey, the word serve, the word law. And perhaps that, at bottom, was the reason for our Sprachregelungen, quite transparent finally in terms of camouflage (Tarnjargon), but useful for keeping those who used these words and expressions—Sonderbehandlung (special treatment), abtransportiert (transported onward), entsprechend behandelt (treated appropriately), Wohnsitzverlegung (change of domicile), or Executivmassnahmen (executive measures)—between the sharp points of their abstraction. This tendency spread to all our bureaucratic language, our bürokratisches Amtsdeutsch, as my colleague Eichmann would say: in correspondance, in speeches too, passive constructions dominated: “it has been decided that…,” “the Jews have been conveyed to the special treatment,” “this difficult task has been carried out,” and so things were done all by themselves, no one ever did anything, no one acted, they were actions without actors, which is always reassuring, and in a way they weren’t even actions, since by the special usage that our National Socialist language made of certain nouns, one managed, if not completely to eliminate verbs, at least to reduce them to the state of useless (but nonetheless decorative) appendages, and that way, you did without even action, there were only facts, brute realities, either already present or waiting for their inevitable accomplishment, like the Einsatz, or the Einbruch (the breakthrough), the Verwertung (the utilization), the Entpolonisierung (the de-Polonization), the Ausrottung (the extermination), but also, in a contrary sense, the Versteppung, the “steppification” of Europe by the Bolshevik hordes who, contrary to Attila, razed civilization in order to let the grass grow for their horses. Man lebt in seiner Sprache, wrote Hanns Johst, one of our best National Socialist poets: “You live in your language.” Voss, I was sure, would not have denied it.

Jonathan Littell “Les Bienveillantes”

#books #jonathan littell #les bienveillantes #las benevolas #as benevolentes #the furies #languages #the kindly ones

[theguildedtypewriter]

8,9 and 10 for one of your favorite pairings??

Hot Damn Jazz! I guess we’ll go with the boys again. Alright, this is gonna get long...

8. Made a sacrifice for the one another?

It’d been three days. That’s it. Just three days. And yet it was like an entire life had been experienced and not one he’d ever thought possible.

There were demons. Okay, he knew that much, but now he’d really seen it. That was a different thing altogether. 

Demons. Real, actual demons running around and making fire and poofing things into existence and not dying apparently. 

Than.

That damn demon was... was something he’d never be rid of, even if Chayne did leave.

God. He was supposed to leave. Now was his chance. If he stayed... It would mean giving up everything he knew, everything he had left of his life before all this. For Christ sake's his mother had just died. Only a few months ago, and now there was all this?

What was he supposed to do? Just dive into a world of violence and constant threats and demons? Real, actual demons.

“Christ.”

It was time. It really was. He needed to go and be safe.

But that also meant being alone. 

Sure, he could meet someone else eventually, but someone like Than? Nope. That was one in a million. But it wasn’t like Than was ready for something serious. At least he didn’t act like it, and that was what Chayne wanted from him. Chanye hadn’t really ever asked him though. And being with him made Chayne feel...

Alive. Wholly, truly, and for the first time in his entire sick life. 

“I thought you’d be gone.”

Than’s voice shook Chayne out of his head and made him jump slightly. Sneaky bastard.

“Yeah, I...”

“What? Is something keeping you?” 

Much as he tried to hide it, Chayne could see the want in Than’s eyes.

“Yeah.”

“You won’t be safe here. Even I can’t protect you from everything.”

“True.”

Than took a step closer. “And you’d be leaving Nola permanently. You couldn’t go back there.”

Chayne also took a step closer. “True.”

Another step. “And I’m a demon. We’re all demons. Chaos and magick is par for the course.”

Chayne mimicked him. “True.”

They were face to face. “I... I would be here though. I wouldn’t just flake out on you. I’d... I’d stay.”

Chayne met Than’s eyes and for a minute they just stared at each other. Silence and hope swirling around them like a heavy fog.

But then their lips were meeting, and Chayne was pulling Than so close to his chest there wasn’t anything between them. Nothing.

Than pulled back slightly. “This isn’t a smart decision.”

Chayne puts his hands on either side of Than’s face. “I really don’t give a fuck.”

9. Had a disagreement

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I most certainly am not. It’s the best film ever made.” Than put his hands on his hips.

“Deadpool? Seriously? Best film ever made? Babe, that’s not... I don’t think you understand what a film is.” Chayne was shaking his head when Than plopped down next to him on the couch.

“Umm, moving pictures thank you very much. And Deadpool qualifies as that. And it’s the best ever. Ever.”

“Oh, hun. I think we need to diversify your movie intake. Action movies does not a film education make.” Chayne nibbled on some popcorn that Than made to perfection. It was his specialty after all.

“We do not. I’ve seen the best film ever made, and its sequel that we’re currently watching, and am therefore educated. Now, shh. The baby legs part is coming up.” 

Than silenced any more convo with a kiss and then got back to watching the hilarity that was the D-Man with a baby’s ass. Film perfection.

10. Realized they were meant to be together

It takes Chayne a bit longer but this is when Than knew.

“No family?” Chayne raised an eyebrow, and Than was ready to hear the stream of pity flow out of his mouth, “Me too.”

That stopped him in his tracks. 

“Oh.”

“You didn’t think you were the only orphan out there did you?” Chayne raised his brows at him.

“No. I just... That sucks.”

It was strange. He’d been on the other end of the conversation plenty of times. Heard the “oh no, I’m so sorry,” enough times to make him sick. But here on this side of the table, staring at a human he’d met a day ago, and Than felt something far worse than sick or annoyed or pitied.

He ached. 

Chayne did not deserve a life of loneliness or pain. He did not deserve to feel abandoned as Than did. He was too precious.

“It does. But, I’m here when I shouldn’t be. Got a brand-new ticker, beating away. So it’s not all horrible. And someone died to give me this heart, so I’m going to make the most of it.”

Than thought of his chest. The one scar that had remained after all the times he’d died. An autopsy had been performed on him. He should have been dead. But he wasn’t. It was the same as Chayne but someone did give him this gift, his parents. And maybe he ought not to waste it. Like Chayne wasn’t.

“I think I’d really like to see you make the most of it. I bet there’s a freak trapped in there.”

Than pulled out Chayne’s shirt and peaked down to see a tight ass six pack. But he was soon shoved off, and Chayne was smiling at him. 

Gods that smile. I’ll never get enough of it. Never.

#writeblr #my writing #asks #otp prompts #thanatos voss #chayne labelle #dead heart beating #my boys #than and chayne

[theguildedtypewriter]

99. “What are you going to do? Sue the ghosts?” please! With whoever you think it works best for?

Well, of course I’m going to do your fave boys.

“Oh, that’s it! You fuckers are in for it!” Than swung around the empty space unable to see his attackers.

“Gross bodily harm!” 

Swing.

“Assault!” 

Punch. Punch.

“Attempted murder!”

To his left something made a scuffling noise, and Than whipped around to see Chayne smiling at him.

“You can’t die, Than.”

“Well, yeah. But they’re trying damn hard to make it happen.” Than’s breath was huffing in and out of his lungs, and he finally gave up on his useless attacks.

“One, you’re fine. Two, what are you going to do? Listing off charges. Sue the ghosts?” Chayne was still smiling.

“Oh shut it, or I’ll take you to court too.” Than felt another phantasmal smack on the back of his head, “Ah! They’re pissing me off!”

“Well then it’s a good thing Ursa told me how to perform an exorcism.”

“Oh thank gods,” Than sighed, “I totally forgot.”

“I knew you would. Now move. I have to cast the circle.”

Than stepped out of the way with a flourish and a smile, letting Chayne walk past. “My hero.”

Chayne rolled his eyes and then started chanting in Latin.

#writeblr #my writing #thanatos voss #chayne labelle #dead heart beating #asks #my ocs #newborn city series

[theguildedtypewriter]

12-12-12 Tag

I was tagged by @dotr-rose-love which is only fair since I tagged her back after she tagged me before. It’s a whole thing.

I’ll do Than again because seriously he’s just so fun.

1. Do you have, or would you ever get any tattoos? If so, what would they be? So here’s a not so fun thing about being a Mors demon, tattoos don’t stick. My body treats them like an injury and then just heals them. I have tried several times to overcome this with no luck. And mostly I was getting funny shit, like “fuck off” on my knuckles and junk.

2. Do you have a celebrity crush? Ryan Reynolds. No question.

3. What’s your star sign, and do you believe in horoscopes? Either for general personality, or daily/weekly horoscopes? I’m a Scopio. Same day as Ryan Reynolds in fact. 

(me: when he found out about that he nearly shit himself.)

4. Are you a saver or a spender? Can’t take it with you right? Might as well spend it.

5. Designer and brand name products a must? Or can knock-off products get the job done just the same? I literally do not care. I own like one shirt and a set of pants. Oh and a leather jacket.

6. What’s your favourite fruit? Never really thought about it. Though I do like eating bananas in front of Chayne. *wink, wink*

7. Computer or paper life? I mean where is your calendar stored, your notes, your documents—electronic or printed? Calendar? Notes? this implies organization. i don’t do that.

8. What’s your favourite rock/mineral? The kind that hurt when you hit people with them.

9. What’s your favourite plant? The kind that kills people, or at least makes them shit everywhere.

10. If your name wasn’t what it is, what would it be? I don’t know. I sort of like my name. But probably like “Fucker” or something.

11. Candy, chocolate or salty snacks? Yes. Just give me all the snacks and no one gets hurt.

12. What did you want to be when your were growing up? Did you become that? Dead. Oh and that one got dark. Whoops.

If y’all want to participate, consider yourself tagged! Same questions as this or the ones from last time because Than is feeling lazy right now.

#writeblr #thanatos voss #12/12/12 #ask my oc #about than #dead heart beating #newborn city series #he's still a dick

[theguildedtypewriter]

11 for the OTP firsts for whoever you'd like please!

11. Told each other a secret nobody else knew?

Another one! Haven’t visited my boys in a while, so let’s go with them. Chayne and Thanatos.

“Whoa, whoa. Hang on a second. I just need a minute.”

Than pulled back, his lips glossy from their kissing, and Chayne had to shake his head.

“What is it? Is it cuz I’m a demon?” His brow was down over his eyes.

“No! No. Not at all. I totally don’t mind that. It’s just... Look this is going to sound so weird and awful, I just don’t want you to laugh or something.” Chayne couldn’t hold Than’s stare, and he stared fiddling with the hem of Than’s shirt.

“I won’t laugh. What is it, blue-eyes?” Than was still so close to him, and Chayne trembled as Than drifted his fingers up Chayne’s arms.

“Oh fuck. I’m- But- Jesus,” Chayne was stumbling over his thoughts, each one twisting and changing as Than continued his horrible, delicious magick.

God, could he really say this?

“I’m a virgin!”

Than practically fell backward he snapped his head up so fast.

“What? How’s that-”

“I just never did it, okay. I wanted to sure, but I’ve only been out for a little while, and I wasn’t really the outgoing type beforehand.”

“It’s not supposed to make you hotter, right?” Than smirked at him.

Chayne slapped his arm, “No!”

The deep sound of Than’s chuckled went straight to Chayne’s brain, “Sorry. Sorry. Look. It doesn’t bother me. I’m a bit surprised because look at you, but I’m not freaked out or anything. I still want you. Like so fucking bad. But if you need to hold up? I’ll try to manage.”

“I...” The idea of waiting drifted through his brain, “Fuck no. I want to. I just... I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Than’s smirk got even more naughty if that was possible.

“I’d be happy to show you.”

#writeblr #asks #otp prompts #my writing #thanatos voss #chayne labelle #dead heart beating #newborn city series #my ocs

[theguildedtypewriter]

Than: Hey, Red. Where's Dimitri?

Red: No.

Than: What?

Red: No.

Than: I swear this bottle of Ranch has nothing to do with him.

Red:...

Than: ...

Red: (points down the hall) Don't get it in my bed.

Than: runs off

#writer #this could legit happen #Prank Wars #thanatos voss #dimitri romanov #nbc cast

[theguildedtypewriter]

Questions from 16 to 20 from the paranormal oc ask thing! About your favorite OC! :)

After reviewing the questions I’m going to answer for Than because these will be funny.

(16) Has your OC ever traveled into the past? If so, did they change anything?

Than is old as dirt and has lived in the past. I believe he’s the inspiration for Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet in many ways and I wrote a little snippet about it. You can find it here.

(20) Has your OC ever visited another plane of reality or existence? If so, was it by choice?

And this one. Well, in a crossover AU Than fell into another dimension and then screwed the demon he found there. Then, they both fell into another dimension again and screwed the sort-of human they found. This was written with @golden-eyed-writer and featured her Zach, my Than, and @cogesque ‘s Fyr. It was crazy town.

#writeblr #asks #about than #than #thanatos #thanatos voss #my oc #nbc universe #paranormal asks

[theguildedtypewriter]

What colors do you associate with Than?? What's it like to be kinda like a zombie for him? Would he like to be another kind of demon?

I’ve always associated Than with black and chrome. Oh and heads up sad coming. Than can’t die until a predetermined time and no one knows when that is, but it seems to be very far off. He keeps “dying” for a hot second and then popping back up. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. And it’s getting old. Secretly, Than just wants it to be done at the books start. He would love to be another demon, one with family, whose future isn’t so uncertain, and whose past isn’t so painful. So, yeah…

#writeblr #oc asks #about my oc #thanatos voss #mors demon #but also a zombie you'd like to fuck #hmm didn't know where that tag was going #too late now

[theguildedtypewriter]

I've nothing left to give you. I lost a lot of who I am a long time ago. Centuries. What makes you think that I won't lose more? That I won't lose so much that it won't matter if I'm still alive. Who I was will be dead.

Dead Heart Beating by R.E. Johnson

#writeblr #writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #writers #my WIP #dead heart beating #newborn city series #thanatos voss #mors demon #he's feeling sad today

[theguildedtypewriter]

Guess who’s birthday it is today?! That’s right. It’s the lovable, undying Asshole...

Than!

Really is kinda an emo boy. Wish him a happy birthday and ask him all your burning questions. He’ll reply with snark. No matter what.

Ask Than!

#writeblr #writers #my ocs #my oc birthday #thanatos voss #mors demon #dead heart beating #newborn city series #undead asshole #prank king

[theguildedtypewriter]

Because I know you're lost when you run away / Into the same black holes and black mistakes / Taking all my will just to run alone / When are you coming home?

I actually continued this off another scene, sort of, this is post-attack. I can’t find it but I’m pretty sure it is under the #dead heart beating #thanatos voss tags.

“Goddamnit Chayne. Where are you?” 

Than had been wandering around the forest and trees that surround Ciaran’s house for like hours now. The fight had gotten so bad inside, and then they were attacked by Roger’s men. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what he wanted. Gods why couldn’t he just say it. 

“Cuz you’re a fucking chicken shit,” Than grumbled to himself.

The wind was biting cold around him and there was no moon so he could see fuck all. Than was breathing rough, the white puffs a ghost against the black sky. He stopped and leaned on a pine. The bark cut into his palm, but he didn’t move it. Than stilled and let his senses open. Without the sound of his boots crunching in the snow, he could hear the wind, the rush of a river not far from there, and ragged breathing.

“Chayne.”

He ran toward the sound and found Chayne laying against a tree, blood coloring his side.

“Oh fuck!” Than was at his side in seconds, “Fuck. Goddamn. Oh shit.”

The red was a slow ooze but Chayne didn’t look like the right color.

“Can you do anything besides swear?”

“Not really. What happened? Why’d you go after that demon?”

“Because he was a lead, and he was getting away,” Chayne hissed in a breath, “It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re supposed to wear that stuff on the inside,” Than pushed his palm into the wound, “You just ran off. I was-”

“What? Worried?”

Than frowned, “Yes.”

Chayne stared at him, his baby blues cutting through the space between them.

“I’m sorry. Can we just get you home? You can yell at me when Gallo’s patched you up.”

“Fine. But I don’t know if I can walk.”

“I got you.” 

Than lifted Chayne up and held him close to his chest. The wind was worse now and the temp must’ve dropped another ten degrees.

“Fuck it’s cold.”

“Baby.” Chayne cocked half a grin.

“Yup,” He kept his voice low, “How exactly were you going to get back? You have any clue where you are?”

“Nope. Totally lost.” Chayne’s eyes were closing.

“Oh no, you don’t. You owe me at least 20 more minutes of cursing me out.”

“I wasn’t cursing.”

Than raised a brow at Chayne.

“Okay, maybe a little. Just hurry up asshat.”

“That’s my boy.”

#asks #lyric snippet #thanatos voss #dead heart beating #newborn city series #my writing #my OCs #gay boys #tension #injury warning

[theguildedtypewriter]

For the lyric thing: "You have the name of someone I love." -Pay the Man by Foster the People

“This is dumb, and I can’t believe you’ve dragged me to this. Is this a thing in New Orleans?”

Than was literally dragging his feet as he made the complaint, but this would be fun, and Chayne new it. 

“Um, yes! We’re all about fortunes and tarot readings and voodoo. It’s like the city’s reputation. How do you not know this?”

Than smiled, “I’ve been a lot of places, Chayne. I forget which customs go where sometimes. I am very old.”

“You are at that. Now, let’s go. She’s open.”

They walked up to the “gypsy-styled” woman and sat in the chairs facing her. The whole set up what quintessential palm reader, beads, scarves, so many scarves, and way too many rings. Chayne internally scoffed. He knew some wonderful Romani folks from NOLA and they did not dress like this, but it was a performance, and a costume attracted patrons.

“Hi! We’d like to get our fortunes told.” Chayne smiled and shook the woman’s hand.

“He would like his fortune told, I’m just here to watch.” Than cocked his at Chayne and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ahh, very well. I think we shall use the cards for you, love,” The woman’s fake accents nearly made Chayne laugh out loud.

She pulled a set of three tarot cards, the lovers, Death, and the Nine of Cups. Chayne smiled but Than was staring at the cards with his brow furrowed.

“I don’t get it. Isn’t Death bad?” Than’s voice was low.

“No, not really. Death means a change, typically a big one. And it can be a literal death or it could be the end of a relationship or the beginning of one. Right?”

“Young man knows the cards,” The woman smiled, “You are correct. But I’m also feeling a particular pull to these two cards. They are connected.”

She held up the Lovers and Death next to each other. Chayne looked between Than and her a few times. Okay, that’s different.

“It is like the Lovers and Death are one and the same. As if you have a love for Death. Can you place this?”

Chayne shook his head, but then Than was squeezing his hand.

“My full name.” He was practically whispering.

“What?” Chayne looked over.

“My full name is Thanatos. It means Death.”

“Ahh yes, the card is naming your love. An interesting name to be sure.”

The woman was smiling, but Than was white as a sheet. He stood and pulled Chayne along with him until they left the carnival. The twinkling lights danced behind them as Chayne stopped him to hold him tight. He was quiet. Than was quiet. Maybe next time he’d stick with bumper cars.

#writeblr #my writing #writers #lyric snippet #thanatos voss #chayne labelle #fortune teller #snippet #my gay boys #than is scared of people who can see the future #he doesn't want to know it #he doesn't want to know when he will eventually die

[theguildedtypewriter]

75. “Let’s just bury the hatchet.” - “Fuck your hatchet.”

Getting to these now since my weekend was eaten. Boo. But Yay prompts!

This is going to reference the prank wars that are going on between Than and Dimitri. Dimitri is losing. @kclenhartnovels @golden-eyed-writer taking some of your suggestions.

Tagging: @dabiyyahwrites@lynnafred@rainbowpitofdoom@audreyroseb@golden-eyed-writer @byjillianmaria@cogwrites@incandescent-creativity@kclenhartnovels@lilamina@sheralynnramsey @ava-burton-writing@aschenink@thespooniewrites@nicholewrites @lux-scriptum@merigreenleaf@gloriousdevourerofstories@knightedwriter@thewrittenpost@lady-redshield-writes@dreamsofbooksandmonsters@fragrant-stars@thexdelinquentsxvibes @falling–in–place @cohldhands​ @blue-martian13cl​ @siriusly-procrastinating​

Warning: much swearing, much chaos

“Than!!!!”

Dimitri was yelling from his bedroom and Than was pretty sure he was doing so upside down. Ahh, so perfect. He’d spent nearly all day getting the damn gravity enchantment to work, most of which he was just trying to get out of it himself and determined that it did not act on dead bodies only live ones so he got to the door, shot himself and popped back up on the other side. 

Yeah, yeah, abusing your gift, blah blah blah. It had worked.

Dimitri on the other hand had no such luck. He couldn’t just kill himself for a sec. It was great. His tiny Russian friend was stuck on the ceiling of his room and yelling down at Red to help him, as if she could. 

There was only one thing that could make it better.

“How’s it going up there, D?” Than sauntered up to the door and leaned on the jam with one elbow.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He looked like a bat, trying so hard to be intimidating while hanging the wrong way from the earth.

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Than, he’s not kidding. He’s going to shoot you.” Red shook her head at him.

“He’s done it before. No biggie.”

She glared at him.

“Fine. Get Ursa. I’m sure she can wiggle her nose and get him down.”

Red raised an eyebrow at Than, “Was that a Bewitched reference.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, you’re old.”

“All the more experience, Hot Stuff.” Than winked at her.

“Thanatos, I will blow your dick off.”

“I’m hurt. Maybe I won’t tell Ursa how I did this? Hmm?”

“Ahh!” Dimitri screamed as he threw his arms up and walked toward the back of the room, on the ceiling.

“I’ll be right back hun,” Red yelled up at the new light fixture, who was glowing a lovely shade of blue, and went to find the resident witch.

“You know Dimitri,” Than reached in his pocket, “You really need to lighten up. You’re looking at this from the wrong side. You need to ground yourself. You-”

“One more pun asshole. One more. Do it.”

His glow worm trick was pumping pretty hard at this point.

“You need to sparkle.”

That stopped him in his tracks and made Dimitri face Than. 

“What?”

Than tossed, or was it dropped, him a round ball of plastic which he reflexively caught in a glowing palm. It exploded on contact and glitter shot out everywhere. He was coated in the tiny rainbow flecks and twinkled on the ceiling like a disco ball.

Than laughed his ass off.

Ursa and Red came running up to the door as curses and threats spewed from Dimitri like a sewage backup.

“What hap- Oh gods,” Red stopped the question when she saw her boy toy covered in sparkles, and as much as she fought it she started to giggle.

“Than, what did you do?” Ursa was behind him. 

“Gravity enchantment. Found it in your book.”

She was raising bow eyebrows and got up in his business fast, “Which one?”

“Black leather, rose something.”

“Rosenberg?”

“Yeah, yeah that was it.” He waved a hand at her.

“You asshat that’s meant to be permanent.”

“Permanent!” Red and Dimitri shouted at the same time.

“Oops.” Than just shrugged.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Ursa held her hands out to the room, sensing the magick no doubt.

“I’m gong to roast you like a pig!” Dimitri was at the door jam.

“Now, now, she’s gonna fix it. Let’s just bury the hatchet.” 

“Fuck your hatchet.”

#writeblr #asks #prompt response #than and dimitri pranks #newborn city series #glitter bomb #thanks kelly #prank wars #thanatos voss #dimitri romanov

[theguildedtypewriter]

Than! Rank the people who are the most fun to prank?

Dimitri when he’s hung over

Dimitri when he has a cold

Dimitri in a Hawaiian shirt

Dimitri in a bathrobe

Dimitri in a box

Dimitri with a fox

Dimitri after he ate questionable eggs

Dimitri when he’s naping 

Dimitri in the car when I’m riding in the back

Dimitri ON THE TOILET

Bonus! Dimitri when I have pink hair

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[theguildedtypewriter]

"Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?" For whichever couple you want, please?

Sorry, this took so long, I’m querying! 

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Than held up one of Chayne’s tees and smirked with not an ounce of genuine happiness, “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“Fine. I take it back! Jesus man, I was just trying to help!” Chayne snatched the shirt from him and threw it down to the floor.

“Help with what?!” Than looked positively repulsed.

Chayne let out a grumble, “Help liven up your wardrobe.”

“You say to the guy who dies every five seconds. No thanks. I’m good.” He turned away toward their closet.

“You don’t die every five seconds. You’re exaggerating a lot. I just thought you might want to try something new. Seeing as you’re thousands of years old and dress like James Dean.”

“I like James Dean.”

Than wined like a five-year-old.

“You continue to amaze me.” Chayne sat down on their bed.

“Yeah, well I am pretty amazing.”

“You’re also one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. It was a shirt babe. Not even a fancy one. Just a tee with a symbol-”

“With a fucking alien! An alien Chayne. It’s just not my style. It’s too loud.”

“The alien is an inch long? But fine, as I said. You don’t have to.”

The room was quiet for a few heartbeats.

“Maybe if it were something I actually liked. Like from a movie or something.”

Chayne smiled, “I thought you might say that. What about this one?”

He held the shirt over his head and smiled. Chayne knew this one would do better and was indeed greeted by a rather large grin from Than.

“That’s much better.”

Than and Chayne walked down the stairs and Bindy’s eyes went wider than ever when she looked at the demon in his new shirt.

“Than! I can’t believe it. You’re wearing color. It’s not a white tee!”

“Oh shut up,” but he couldn’t hide his smile from Chayne or Bindy, “Besides it doesn’t count if it’s supporting the best film ever made.”

“Deadpool is the best film ever made?” She raised his eyebrow at him.

“You bet your ass, snake girl.”

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[theguildedtypewriter]

Dropping in to beg you to talk more about than. I love him

I love Than too! He’s such an ass but a loveable one. I’m not sure what you’ve already read about him but Than is my somewhat immortal Mors demons. As a Mors demon, Than can’t be killed, by anything. But, at some predetermined and unknown time in his life, one of those attempts to kill him will actually work and he’ll die. Or, it could just be random, like a heart attack or an aneurysm. It really fucks with him. He is very reckless because he knows he’ll most likely be fine. Fate seems to want him around, however, he secretly hopes that he might just die one of these times and he can rest. He’s like 2000 years old. He’s tired. He’s also alone, the last of his kind and without attachments to anyone. He also gives no fucks about what anyone thinks. He’s too old to care. They’ll die and he’ll be around so fuck ‘em. That’s his motto. He loves motorcycles and rides his very recklessly, leather jackets, and booze. He also can’t get sick or poisoned so he often smokes. In his novel, his journey starts at a low point in his long life where he crashes his bike, maybe on purpose, and “dies.” For the hours or so that it takes his body to regenerate, he’s taken to the morgue as a John Doe and his heart is a match for someone who needs a transplant. That someone is Chayne. They don’t look into his demon heritage because its an emergency and they wouldn’t likely find anything since he’s the only one of his kind. Chayne gets a new heart a new lease on life, and then fate pulls them together as they’re both leaving the hospital and get attacked by some of Roger’s mercenaries. Chayne sees Than get shot, and not die, and is welcomed into the world of demons. Than’s immediately attracted to Chayne and tries to start something. But he’s not used to going past the physical or even talking about his sexuality out loud so it’s a rough go for them for a while. Eventually, Than opens up and starts thinking with his heart instead of just his dick and ego. He is also a huge fan of pranking Dimitri, my Drugha demon who’s the main male lead in book 2, Burn the Bone, which I’m writing currently and should be looking for betas soon. 

Got any questions? What more would you like to know?

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