#there are no rules

[kanhapriya]

Krishna to Arjun

#krishna #kanhaiya #desi stuff #gopiblr #kanha #is this geeta? #geeta is just krishna calling arjun a whiny little baby for 700 verses #there are no rules #I’m god #krishna is the best #krishnablr #mahabharat memes #hindu mythology #a summary of gIta’ if I must #mahabharata lore #mahabharata memes #janmashtami

[mousy-nona]

I didn't send the initial prompt so I hope this is allowed, but could I request a followup to the story where Lucifer gets addicted to Alastor's blood? One where he finally gets that taste he's been so desperately craving, whether through charm or persistence or a trade of some sort?

Part 1 here.

Lucifer tried everything. He tried meditation. He tried stuffing his face with so much cake his waistband grew three sizes (he later transfigured it away, so no one would ask him Concerned Questions). He even went on vacation to the Lust Ring for a while, but there were only so many sex jokes a person could take before they started seeing penises and boobs everywhere.

The whole time he was there, he kept thinking about the forbidden fruit coursing through Alastor’s veins. And when he was done lusting after Alastor’s blood, he would think about Alastor in general. Alastor would hate this, he thought, bored out of his mind while a cow devil was milked dry in front of him. Alastor would hate that, he thought, as Ozzie and his partner treated him to a very graphic display of affection that left his face redder than a tomato. When Ozzie started rolling out the really premium shows, Lucifer decided it was high time for him to go.

By that time, the obsession had grown to the point where he was nearly deafened by it, the constant refrain of AlastorthisAlastorthatAlastorAlastorAlastor –

Then he stepped out of his golden portal, and a tall figure sitting in an armchair by the fire turned around and the voice went silent.

Alastor barely looked up, too busy petting KeeKee and looking like the world’s best Bond villain to give him the time of day. 

“Ah, you’re back.”

When had that radio static started sounding like home? “Did y’all miss me?” He glanced around, deflating a little at the empty sitting room. “Where is everyone?”

“Busy with any number of far more important matters, I’m sure,” Alastor drawled. 

“It’s good to see you too, asshole,” Lucifer grumbled. The brief moment of homecoming faded, replaced by that permanent feeling of annoyance that he always felt around Alastor. He had started stomping upstairs when the shadows by the top of the stairs shifted, crinkled. Then Alastor was there, blocking his way. 

“I see your Majesty has his tiny knickers in a twist,” he commented, as if that wasn’t a totally inappropriate to say to the biblical source of all evil. 

Lucifer’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “Excuse me?” 

“I wouldn’t bother trying to deny it if I were you,” Alastor mentioned. “That would be quite an insult to my intelligence. You’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. The whole hotel has noticed it. You’ve been dragging that silly cane all over the place, something you only do when you're upset.” A flash of green lit up Alastor’s wide smile. He looked positively ghoulish, but Lucifer was still stuck on his comment about his cane. I drag it when I’m sad? Since when? And why did he notice? “If it’s bothering you so much, why not share the load?”

“You want me to…tell you my problems? What is this, storytime?” Lucifer scoffed. 

“Perhaps I could lend you my assistance,” he purred. “For a price, of course.” 

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Now you’re insulting my intelligence.” With a flick of his hand, another portal appeared on the stairs, blocking Alastor from view. The demon was oddly perceptive. He didn’t want him to see just how close he was to falling to his knees and blubbering yes please just a sip, just one more taste. 

(Lillith had always called him a drama queen. Maybe she’d had a point.)

The portal didn’t block the sound of Alastor’s voice, more’s the pity. “Is this about the little scratch you gave me a few weeks ago?” 

Lucifer stilled. The portal wavered, guttered, and went out, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

“How–?” He stammered. 

Alastor’s grin was triumphant. “How many times must I say it? Never underestimate my intelligence. So am I correct?”

Lucifer didn’t respond, which was answer enough. Alastor sniffed. 

“In that case, I believe I have an answer to your problems.” 

What? Was he offering what Lucifer thought he was offering? “And what could that possibly be?”

“Quid pro quo, my dear. You get some of my blood, and I get some of yours.” 

“Fine,” Lucifer gestured him over impatiently. “Come here and bite me –” 

“Not like that.” 

Alastor raised a small glass vial. His smile would have made a crocodile jealous. “I told you, just a little bit of blood. I never said to drink.” 

Alastor eyes flashed into dials and the darkness was split by a lazer of green, then red – a literal red flag. The biggest STOP HERE, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200 Lucifer had ever seen. 

But his mouth was so dry. He could barely think past how large his tongue had grown. Besides, he was the king of hell. The original sin. What harm could it do to let Alastor have a little bit of his blood? 

A lot, the rational part of his brain whispered. This is Alastor we’re talking about. But the rational part of his brain had grown rather quiet around the Crusades, and he’d lost a good chunk of it by World War II. 

Charlie said he was reckless. She didn’t know the half of it. 

“Fine,” Lucifer said. “But you only get to take my blood once. And I can drink from you when I want.”

Alastor thought for a moment, then his lips moved. 

Deal.

The word disappeared in the cra-a-ack of green lightning that struck around them like fireworks. He started to roll up his sleeves, but Lucifer was too quick for him. He flew up the steps and smashed into Alastor with such force he sent them spiraling into the wall. Alastor gasped, but before he could protest, Lucifer had torn the fabric of his shirt and slashed a deep groove into the cool skin of his neck. 

Finally, that sweet blood flowed onto his tongue. He moaned, his lids fluttering as he drank greedily. Big mouthfuls at a time. 

Sin. Death. Apples. Smoke and sugar. The taste was indescribable, and in that moment, Lucifer thought he could have promised Alastor his whole kingdom, and it would have been a fair trade. 

Alastor, for his part, stayed dutifully still, even when Lucifer licked off the blood that had splattered onto Alastor’s collarbone and the tip of his chin, unwilling to let even a drop of it go to waste.

It took a while, but Lucifer finally leaned back with a groan, his lips smeared with blood like it was cherry chapstick. 

“Satisfied?” Alastor muttered. Lucifer made an incoherent sound of joy. 

“Good. I am as well.” Alastor raised a completely full vial of golden blood. When had he taken it? “I believe it was a satisfactory deal for both parties.”

Then he smiled in a way that made Lucifer's skin prickle. 

Heavenly Father, what have I done? 

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #blood drinking #p. 2 #duckiedeer #alastor x lucifer #prompts #hazbin hotel alastor #of course asking for part 2s are allowed! #there are no rules #although i kind of like this plotline may develop it more

[oddthesungod]

Boimler would immediately break down in tears if he got to hug Nugget for one (1) second

#star trek #jim kirk #bradward boimler #nugget the mini-horse #lower decks #star trek lower decks #star trek aos #stars ur trek #i love being an artist i can draw whatever the fuck i want #there are no rules

[jtargaryen18]

Run the Dishwasher Twice

When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week, I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it. I wanted to have something more substantial. Something more profound. But I didn’t. So I told him,

“Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it. What kind of grown woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with actual problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes? But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:

“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”

I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares? Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times. I felt like I had conquered a dragon. The next day, I took a shower lying down. A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever they fit. There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry. But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:

THERE ARE NO RULES. RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!

Credit ~ Kate Scott

#We're all here sometimes #It's okay #There are no rules #Run the dishwasher twice

[thegoodmorningman]

You have got to get down on Friday.

#good #morning #good morning #good morning message #good morning image #good morning images #good morning man #the good morning man #the entire morning #gif #good morning messages #gm #morning vibes #morning motivation #friday #friday vibes #happy friday #fire #seize #seize your dreams #anything you want #no rules #there are no rules #molotov #molotov cocktail #bottles #disco #disco ball

[klarion-the-witch-boy]

Me: sees writing advice

Writing advice: DO this. DON'T DO that.

Me:

Me: Imma do the opposite? How about that? Fucking Fight me.

#writing #fanfic writing #fic writing #writers on tumblr #writing advice #there are no rules #there is no spoon #...advice can be helpful of course #but any superlatives in writing advice rub me the wrong way #“this is the right way to do it” yeah that doesnt fly with me - theres a million ways to do “it #“ whatever it is

[melancholicdesire]

Everything Everywhere All at Once

#everything everywhere all at once #everythingeverywhereallatonce #movies #movie #quotes #life #stuff #there are no rules #eeaao

[shitpostingkats]

It's MY fanfic and I get to decide what nuerodivergencies to give my blorbos

#me giving autism to characters with canon autistic traits: Cool. Vital. Sexy #me also giving autism to character with no canon autistic traits: Also cool. Also vital. Also sexy #fanfic #writing #fic writing #yeah this is about yugioh #but it can be about whatever you want too #there are no rules

[84reedsy]

Fmk Seth rollins, jey uso, damian priest

oooh a modern era one, this one....wow, this one is tough F*ck: Jey Uso (YEET) Marry: Seth Rollins (ngl, this surprised me, but he seems like a good spouse) Kill: Damian (HEAR ME OUT, he's the bisexual undertaker, so he's undead, he'll just come back to life and it's fine. Then I can put him on my 'hit that' list instead')

#reedsy answers asks #i kinda cheated #but it's my game #I make the rules #there are no rules #damian priest #Seth rollins #jey uso #fmk #wrestling

[cottoncandysprite]

And what if I slipped my trans Laszlo hc into my fic. What then

#THERE ARE NO RULES #REALITY IS WHATEVER I MAKE IT #dont mind me discovering the joys of just not giving a shit and doing whatever i want with my blorbos #wwdits #laszlo cravensworth #ramblies #yes he fathered bastard children. i dont give a shit

[franstastic-ideas]

You ever come across writing advice, and the advice they give is not only the most pretentious nonsense you've seen all week, but the thing they're complaining about is something you're sure you've seen in professionally published works before (even if you can't recall an example immediately-).

"NEVER do this if you want to be a REAL writer! If I see this in a fanfic, I will hit the back button SO FAST-"

First of all, that sounds like a skill issue on your part. Secondly, maybe I don't want to be a "real" writer anymore.

Maybe I just want to write fanfiction forever and write it in a way that feels most comfortable for me.

I don't want to be a "real" writer. Not if it means killing my creativity to become one.

#“If you do this then readers will be annoyed-” SKILL ISSUE #THERE ARE NO RULES

[grungekitty-77]

Helpful tip: If you're stuck on a "one more episode" binge and you need to go to sleep, here's a foolproof way to get out of it.

Stop watching in the middle of the episode.

The ending is designed to make you desperate to know what happens next. The ending will make you want to click the next episode. The middle? Not so much. The stakes are mid. You're not going to be up all night thinking about whatever they ended it on. It's easy to break away, while still leaving you excited to pick it back up tomorrow.

Pick a quiet moment when a satisfying scene ends, and put it down. Most streaming platforms save your place, so there's nothing making you watch until the end.

#helpful #binge watching help #once I figured this out i had so many less 'is that the sun?' moments #there are no rules #watch until they solve the immediate crisis the last episode ended on then quit before they introduce the new problem #works everytime

[creativechaos1020]

So in addition to Kazama Frylock Kiryu, I've also started this in progress masterpiece. I haven't spent very long on this one yet, but I'm recording my drawing of it and turning it into a time lapse video for funsies

#wip #art wip #krita #majima goro #yakuza #aqua teen hunger force #IGuessICanPutAnythingInTagsLol #idk how tumblr works #fanart? #masterpiece #dont judge me for having fun with tags #there are no rules #positive nihilism

[cheshire-castle-library]

I love how you never actually know whats metaphorical and what's actually happening in a trigger animation.

#promare #studio trigger #there are no rules

[davros42]

Now Playing: Everything, Everywhere, All at Once (2022)

#everything #everywhere #all at once #everything everywhere all at once #there are no rules #in another life I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you #Please be kind. Especially when we don't know what's going on #Every rejection every disappointment has led you to this moment #here you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything

[sixteen-juniper]

writing

My long fanfic has spiraled out of control. When I write a book I can control myself, but here I’m like ‘no rules, fuck the man’ and then I have 75k words of bullshit that I love and can’t stop writing and there’s no one but me to pump the brakes. And I’m like ‘fuck the brakes! full speed ahead!’. My main pairing was supposed to meet at 80k words but that’s in 5k words and no one is ready and I can’t stop myself!  it’s the worst trolley problem ever!

#writing #fanfic #I'm saying fuck story structure! #this is going to ruin me #there are no rules #they'll need to suffer longer