Ohhey.

The tragedy of mortal life wasn't unknown to Zack. He oversaw the fields that he'd named his band after. They were a place of healing. Souls that needed rehabilitation came to rest among the asphodels before he chose which of them would be reborn for a second chance and which would rest for all of eternity in the Underworld once they'd had their time to recuperate. Some of the most traumatized of mortals ended up in his care, but it was different when Maggie began to describe her own personal tragedy. Those souls were already dead. Some of them hadn't lived full lives, no, but they'd ended all the same. Hers had barely begun, and it was already causing her such pain. It was threatening to snuff out her light.

"I don't feel sorry for you. Nobody should ever feel sorry for you. It takes a lot to endure what you have. I don't think even you realize that." He reassured her. "I understand you. My family is... They're a lot." It was an understatement. "There were expectations as to who and what I would be before I was even born. They gave me responsibilities when I wasn't even old enough to understand them. For a long time, they were- it was all suffocating. Even just the weight of being my parents' son, I felt like I would never get out from under all of it. I felt like I'd never be anything more than their son, like I'd never be my own person or find my own way. It took me a long time to carve out something for myself."

Longer than she could imagine, longer than a mortal could really conceptualize. He hadn't been ready for it. He hadn't really been confident enough to do it, hadn't felt like he was capable of being anything more than Hades' son and doing what was expected of him as the Underworld's prince. It had only been in the last few years that the band had come together and become his refuge, which was...a little pathetic, really. He wasn't about to admit to that. Maggie didn't have to wait as long as he had though, not when he could offer her a path to freedom. Whether it bothered her brothers or not, it wasn't like they would be able to stand against a god. Maybe she wasn't ready to jump yet. Maybe she simply needed a push instead.

The band would understand.

"I hope you don't still think you're unwanted." He began, lifting a hand to tuck a wet wave behind her ear before leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. "When I saw you on the barricade tonight, I could barely think of anything else. Damn near forgot half of the lyrics, and I wrote them. I've never been like that when I perform." Zack sighed. "But all I wanted was to just...look at you,"

The no he let out followed by a growl made her blood freeze and the hold onto him tightened, tips of black painted nails dug into the tattoos of his shoulders. Her lips fell open, wanting to speak but suddenly loosing the ability to under the heaviness of his tone of voice and the look he had on his face. It felt as if she has offended him with something. But before her brain could come up with something coherent to say, she was suddenly lifted up and it made her gasp in surprise. "Zack, what are you --- "she breathed out, her hold onto him tighter as he then placed her at the edge of the pool. Maggie wasn't that short of a girl but it was crazy how she still had to look up at him even as he had her sitting like this in the pool.

Of course he caught onto her poor attempt to change the subject. It made her feel almost embarrassed and the blush crept along her neck and cheeks. "I already believe you far more than I do others --- and I barely know you."Maggie said, and in a way it was a frightening to admit that. "And what does everything even mean, Zack? Because it might get ugly and you might end up not liking it."she continued on, her whole body feeling tense and arms staying tightly wrapped around his shoulders, because no matter how much she wanted to pull away she was going to try and sit this one through.

"Should I start with how I was an unwanted child? A complete accident that happened when my parents already had two adult sons? My father passed away before i turned five and I barely remember him, so it was just my mother and I because my brothers got sucked into the family business working with very dangerous people."Maggie spoke almost without catching a breath which only made her heart beat faster. "But then my mother began getting really sick, and she developed first stages of dementia. And I took care of her. I did the best I could, while staying put, keeping myself very low key, because it was expected of me. My brothers controlled what I did, where I went, because they always said I was in danger. Hell, I was in danger more than once because of them. If they knew I went out tonight to a concert without telling them, if they knew I was on this rooftop with you right now I'd be in big trouble."she let out a shaky sigh.

Maggie wasn't afraid of her brothers, if anything she loved them to death. She just despised the kind of life that was expected of her to live while they did whatever they wanted. And all for her safety, as they'd say. "And even as my mother got so bad, when she couldn't recognize us anymore and we put her in a care facility, I still didn't get much of my life back. I thought I would, as awful as it sounds, now that I didn't have to take care of her anymore. But I'm always watched, controlled, and am expected to be happy and thankful for the life I have. I don't struggle, I have the money, the place to live at, I'm young and healthy but I am not satisfied. Because I feel trapped."Maggie breathed out and felt all the tears that swelled in her doe like hues and she tried real hard not to blink as she didn't want to let them stream freely. "And if you say you're feeling sorry for me or even look at me in that way, I swear I'll just leave. I don't - I don't want you to feel sorry for me."she let out the last part in a slightly lower voice, even a hint of it breaking in the very end as she struggled to keep her gaze locked with his.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

big strong knights covered in blood looking at you like a feral animal. that’s the post

jaebeom – 'winter heptagon' jacket behind

Blasphemy! Heresy!

Save me from the monster that is eating me.

Betsy. 29. she/her. green-haired leftist and lover of all threads fantasy, horror, and romance based. 21+ selective blog, sporadic activity and mood-based writer.

rules. muses. wanted plots. wanted opposites.

Have I *rips my entire face off and sets it on the table* Have I told you guys how much I love Cody?

@lostwcnderlands said: [ SLOW ] for sender to sensually undress receiver

from: smutty and intimate prompts (accepting)

It wasn't like this was the first time he was going to see her. On the contrary, she knew that Rayan had already seen her. Countless times. With the way she avoided looking at herself as much as she could, he probably knew her body better than she did at this point. Still, he'd only ever seen her one way. He'd only ever seen her online persona intimately. Selene was the one he'd been looking at, charming and confident and so entirely not her. Wasn't that who he wanted, who'd fueled his obsession? Would he be disappointed to finally see Cody herself? And why was the idea that he would so heartbreaking to her?

Fear made her breath tremble as he crouched down and slowly dragged her sweatpants down her legs, lifting one after the other at the knee to pull them away completely. Even just the air hitting her skin made her flinch. There went one piece of her armor. She thought about running. Where would she go though? The apartment was only so big, and he'd already proven that he would chase her. No matter how she tried to hide, he would find her. Always. Her demon, her shadow- there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn't follow. Watching her. Looking at her.

And she'd almost grown accustomed to it since the first night she'd faced him. The weight of his golden gaze almost didn't feel so suffocating now. That wasn't when she was exposed to him though, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut when he rose and took the hem of her shirt with him. The rest of her body complied, her arms lifting as the tee was pulled away, and for just a moment, it didn't catch up to her. The knowledge that she was standing before Rayan in nothing more than her underwear didn't quite process. The mere thought that she was allowing it seemed so impossible that it couldn't be true.

Then her eyes opened. Her stomach turned. Cody instinctively curled in on herself, hugging her body over her bare breasts to hide herself as best she could. "I'm sorry." She choked out. "I just- give me a second." The dhampire swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. "Should I- do you want me to be her? You- you'll like it more if it's her."

PHOEBE TONKIN getting ready for the Zimmerman Fall RTW 2025 fashion show (March 10, 2025)

There was a little flutter in the pit of her stomach when Dante told her that he liked when she smiled at him. This really wasn't the time for her to be fixating on some offhand comment. The shop was in shambles. Her favorite customer was...certainly more than just her favorite customer. She'd seen plenty of infernal things in her day. She hadn't expected him to be one of them, but she supposed there were worse things that could happen. It was almost nice, really, the knowledge that she finally wasn't the only inhuman one in the room.

But this wasn't the time to enjoy that either. Even said with an edge of humor, there was dread in what Dante said next. He didn't think it was just an accident. On the contrary, he seemed to expected something more sinister. Given his clear offensive experience and her rather meticulous keeping that made accidents in the collection all but unheard of, she was tempted to agree. Things like this didn't happen here, not just a demon breaking out but anything, really. The idea made her stomach turn in a much less pleasant way this time.

And it gave her pause when he asked about potentially apocalyptic additions to her collection. Bradley thought about her eldritch roommates, about the prison her titanic mother had built that the two of them were standing above, about the doors to cells that defied time and space. She didn't want to be suspicious of him. Right now though, she was starting to get suspicious of everything. That wasn't information that she could hand over lightly. "Of course I know everything that I keep here." The nymph finally replied, deliberately only answering the first half of his question. She brushed past Dante to continue picking up pieces here and there that she could. "I-I need to start cleaning. I really appreciate you saving my life, but I-" she grunted as she tried and failed to start dragging a wrought iron wall ornament out of the barely there path left through the rubble. And continued trying even when the metal dug into her fingers. "Can you come back another day? I really need to take care of all of this."

His grin grew as she grinned back at him, she was getting under his skin the more he spent time around her. "I like it when you smile like that at me - it makes my day."Dante admitted without any hesitation. He was an honest man, always has been, plus it was cute to tease her and offer her well deserved compliments because when she blushed it made him feel a certain way.

Scratching along his forearm, it didn't pass him by the way she looked at him, and he had to bite his tongue back to continue with the teasing, there were times when he actually had to be a bit serious, to the best of his abilities. Dante hummed as Bradley explained how things in here worked, with her receiving contained supernatural entities and keeping them that way. Blue hues scanned through the mess, for a moment lost in thought before speaking up.

"There's gotta be some disturbing in the force."he pinched at his chin before looking back at her. "--- Sorry, been watching a lot of Star wars lately. What I mean is, something is definitively happening. There's been an increase in little portals opening up, demons being let into the human world... And this attack onto your shop didn't feel like an accident. I think that demon was looking for something - or testing the waters for someone else."Dante continued on, pacing around the wooden floor as he did so. "Do you know every thing you keep around here? Is there something you keep well hidden that could be dangerous if it'd get into someone's hands - like end of the world dangerous?"