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#i beg to differ
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My new Roman Empire is the absolute visceral reaction that Luke had to the mention of his father. Like yeah, I’ve always known that he hated his dad and that his dad hurt him and his mother. But to actually see how the mention of Hermes just flipped a switch inside of him?… Do you know how much Luke had to be hurt for him to have that kind of reaction? How much pain he had to endure to show that level of rage? Because I do, and a reaction like that doesn’t come from one bad experience, something minor being blown out of proportion. No, that usually comes from countless terrible things happening to you. It comes from many very strong, very real emotions boiling over.
The amount of pain that he had to endure and still has to endure to get that reaction? That is something I will now think about constantly.
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rustytrident · 1 year
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beelzebub who has obscure knowledge because he cares so much about his brothers' interests, they become his, too – or, a slight beelzebub character study at 3am because i need it and so do you.
beelzebub who can name every constellation in the night sky of all three realms, who knows both astrology and astronomy, who has read all of belphie's essays and research papers, who was there when they were written.
beelzebub who knows how to play (and cheat, and win) about every casino game, who knows how to do fast math even if he doesn't really care for it, who checks the fucking stock market every morning to see if mammon's mood will be affected by it or not.
beelzebub who knows the difference between the scent of white and red roses, who knows how to properly do your (and his) makeup, who has memorised which products are good for his complexion and how many times a day he needs to apply sunscreen, because asmo swears that the fridge light hits him as much as the sun would have in the human world.
beelzebub who can quote jane austen and poe and shakespeare and euripides from memory, who makes references from books that were destroyed with the library of alexandria, who knows about every breed of cat there is, who listens to satan explain whose fur is the thickest and whose the softest.
beelzebub who will rewatch tsl for hours, who will carry boxes upon boxes of games upstairs, who will (poorly) draw ruri from memory, who will know how to play most games levi hyperfixates on and the plot from most anime he has rambled about.
beelzebub who knows even the most bizzare of genres of music, who can taste the difference between a thousand year and a thousand and one year aged demonus, who immediately recognises the jazz song lucifer is playing when he wants to spend quality time with him but doesn't want to disturb him.
beelzebub who, if you ask him about his interests, will reply that he doesn't really have any, who will search within him for an ounce of self, who will give up after a while because he is six beings in one, and he doesn't know if there's room for one more.
beelzebub who decides that it's okay to be a mosaic of his favourite beings, who finds out that he has been carrying seven in him all along, who gazes in your – a human's – eyes and understands why she fought and why she fell and why she tried so much.
beelzebub who, in his spare time, will go in the human world to visit museums and archaeological sites and long abandoned villages, who will reminisce about when everything he just saw was once new and shining, who will retrace the steps he took aeons ago, alone this time.
beelzebub who often feels lost, who grieves and eats and grieves some more, who carries the memory of his sister because he once read that one truly stops existing when they are forgotten, yet smiles when he sees red roses and shiny coins and old books and video games and cursed records and the starry sky, who sighs into your neck right before he falls asleep and promises to never forget the way your skin feels under his.
beelzebub who, without you asking him, tells you he likes flowers and animals, who likes everything the sun touches, whose eyes glimmer when you ask him to tell you about yarrows and their meaning and their colours, who will explain in a heartbeat, just for you.
beelzebub whose self is a wounded one, a fighting one, whose self is a memory box he just keeps adding into, a scrapbook of eternity's erosion, who finds happiness in the little things, in the simple things, who binds his family together.
beelzebub who loved and loves and will love until there's nothing of him left, until he is the last one remembering, until the night sky is no longer a painting, but just an accumulation dead stars.
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my-bloody-melody · 8 days
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Haha.. Wait wdym biting ppl isn't a way to express my love? Tf?
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lostinadrama · 2 months
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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 (2024)
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junypr-camus · 7 months
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“that looks like the twelfth doctor” - my friend
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infernal-01 · 1 year
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hes here
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pentanguine · 6 months
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thisbibliomaniac · 3 months
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"Lorelai there's nothing funny about being a lesbian."
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Me and my friend were having an argument whether or not it "suck" or "such". I say it's suck, help me prove him wrong
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duskkodesh · 2 years
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Morbius text posts part 2: Electric Boogaloo
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And my personal fave
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leng-m · 10 months
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At this point, I'm wondering if I should just create a Dreamwidth account.
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xseffort45 · 11 months
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What do you mean my Stmulant and green tea aren't full meals? 😩
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klutzyjokerr · 1 year
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i differ but i will not beg.
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emy--nems · 1 year
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I'll find the light again.
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acrownamedsapphire · 2 years
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IVE BEEN SAYING "I beg to differ" FOR YEARS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO DO THE PUNCHLINE AND MY GIRLFRIEND JUST DID IT OMFG I LOVE HER SO MUCH
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em-writes-stuff · 2 years
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Whump of May day 2
@themerrywhumpofmay
prompts used: “begged to differ” confined, eye contact
characters: whumper one, whumper two, whumpee
warnings: cursing, abuse
words: 595
this is part one of three, the next two parts will come out tomorrow and the next day (part two here) (part three here)
Whumper One put away whatever tool he had been using today and washed his hands. Whumper Two put their book away, stood up and walked over to Whumpee. They squatted down until they could look into Whumpee’s teary eyes and smiled softly. 
“Hey, come sit with me. I’ll keep Whumper One away from you so you can sleep for a while.” They soothed.  Whumpee shook her head and crawled backward a few feet, but Whumper Two reached out. “It’s ok, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you” 
Whumpee closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Whumper Two had never hurt her. Not once; they could be telling the truth. 
Whumpee crawled into Whumper Two’s arms, trembling from the harsh treatment from Whumper One just minutes before. Whumper Two shushed her comfortingly and carded their fingers through Whumpee’s tangled hair. Their chin rested on Whumpee’s head and they looked at Whumper Two. 
Whumper One rolled his eyes and Whumper Two chuckled shortly. Whumpee curled closer into Whumper Two, slowly falling asleep. 
She knew Whumper Two wasn’t a good person. No, a good person wouldn’t just sit by as Whumper One abused her. A good person wouldn’t keep her locked in the closet when they went out, keeping them in the small, dark room until Whumper One felt like blowing off some steam. But right now, with Whumper Two’s arms around her, she almost felt safe. Whumper Two breathed steadily, helping her drift off, and even as Whumpee’s tears soaked Whumper Two’s shirt, they didn’t get mad. Even though she knew it was a terrible, horrible idea, Whumpee allowed herself to sleep. She was so tired, after all. Whumper One never let her rest, punishing her anytime she fell asleep. At least she would be able to wake up if Whumper Two moved. She’d always been a light sleeper. 
Whumper One sat across from Whumper Two, huffing and puffing at the kindness Whumpee was being shown. Whumper Two rolled their eyes as they rubbed circles on Whumpee’s back and whispered, “I don’t actually care for them.” 
He snorted, “I fucking beg to differ. Look at you, you’re cuddling her. That’s more than you’ve done for any of the others and you fucking know it.” 
“Look, you big lug, if I can get her to trust me, then I can really hurt her. More than your physical brutishness.” Whumper Two hissed. 
Whumper One stared into Whumper Two’s eyes, trying to find what they were actually planning, but they only saw harsh sincerity. They were going to break this one worse than they had all the others. And he couldn’t wait. 
Months later, Whumper Two still hadn’t laid a hand on Whumpee. Now, she couldn’t sleep without laying next to Whumper Two. she’d do anything for Whumper Two as long as she could sleep next to them. 
Whumpee was sleeping with her head on Whumper Two’s lap while they read a book. Even after a few months, Whumper Two could move and Whumpee wouldn’t wake up anymore. Just as Whumper Two had planned. 
Whumper One had been out more, allowing Whumpee to get closer to Whumper Two without his looming presence. He was out at night, searching for someone new to take home. He didn’t know what Whumper One was planning, but he could tell it would be good, so he ignored the voice in his head telling him Whumper Two had somehow remembered everything as he did the same thing he’d done months ago to find Whumpee, and even longer ago to find Whumper Two. 
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