usagikyasuto:

“Where’s Dal? I want my Dal.”

“I’m right here, Clumsy.”

ourdefiler:

                        _{” .. - If you leave through the window, can I film it?”} 

           _{— .. A slip of his anger, to thaw into that usual, snarkily amused tone and facial expression he wore so well.} 

“Film it?” He’s not very sure why anyone would want to film him, ever. Especially Lucifer.
        “I don’t think I should let you, for fear that imagery of my ass will turn up on the internet.”

ourdefiler:

                            _{” — I am in no position to allow any more self-pity into my current situation, I would appreciate it if you left yours at the door.”} 

               Now that has him smiling, that Lucifer still at least has his charm.
“I’ve never pitied myself, and I don’t pity you. I can still always leave through that door if you want that, or the window— although I’m really not the best at scaling buildings.”

ourdefiler:

                                           _{” — I find myself wondering frequently, now, why I haven’t murdered the entire population of this planet.”} 

                “Well sometimes the food here can be great, like in Chicago— most of the people have gone to shit, I’m a prime example of that, but I guess some are redeemingly funny.”

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naeiveties:

shall i write a starter or leave you the honor of doing so?

If you could write a starter that would be lovely because I’m poking through the abyss of my drafts

naeiveties:

thelionsmanse replied to your post: so. i finished arranging my theme and stuff. …

we could plot and stuff yes

any muse in particular you’d like to sacrifice upon the altar of astrid’s psychopathy?

onlyintheshadows replied to your post: so. i finished arranging my theme and stuff. …

whispers me

yes, little dove. any ideas yet? i can’t bring myself to hurt Alex, so maybe he could be an old friend of hers? before she got raped and killed her father? (yes, it is extremely happy)

Places Jonas upon Astrid’s altar of psychopathy~

I don’t know if she’ll be able to kill him, he can literally send himself to Narnia if he has a pen to write words to read out, but yes I’m all up for torture and near death experiences and such

eyesonfire—x:

innocent-delirium said: //she’s just like ”why do you want to take my human away?”

Because he’s a human and he’s dumb

Also I just realized the nicest thing you could probably say to Jonas is:
“I hope you go to Heaven when you’re gone for good.”

innocent-delirium said: //Eleanor is judging you

Eleanor is always judging though

He feels ill again— it might just be because he hasn’t slept yet, hasn’t even eaten anything for days, an apple, that was the last thing he ate. And vodka was the last thing he drank, but that was yesterday, early yesterday. So he’s not drunk, just direly hungry and pale.

naeiveties:

Go ahead and torture him by all means, he is a waste of flesh and bones

(Source: thelionsmanse)

I just— when feminist psychopaths follow me I immediately just want to throw Jonas at them.
Like by all means kill him, someone has to. There’s nothing great about it him, so go for it~

ourdefiler:

Frag-ile —- Easily broken, damaged or destroyed.
                                                           Delicate;; Brittle;; _Frail.

And she looked her lover in the eyes, mouth open, orbs dry — a choke and nothing more left peachy lips as the girl began to cry; tiny lungs began to heave as the girl shuddered, pain rolling off of her skin, rib-cage so weak and beaten — she cries, a little more of her soul dying inside. “I just want you to love me—….but why, why must you do these things to me?” Another choke, another set of tears. It was useless, her attempt futile — such a fragile little thing was bound to get broken; it was just a matter of t i m e.

(Source: peepa)