that kid is never coming back

She’d been trying to clean off her face with the edges of her fingers and the backs of her hands. She hadn’t been sobbing, but her few tears were still enough to make a mess. Rani at least hoped that she looked better than she felt, because she did feel ridiculous. And while she did appreciate Lock’s sudden reassurances when he pulled her into a hug…when she looked down and saw that blood had seeped into her own clothes, Rani pushed him away and stumbled back.

“No…you…” She shook her head in rapid bursts. “You don’t need to apologize. I – you’re the one who’s still bleeding, Lock!” He didn’t want her help. He might’ve even been mad at her ( which Rani couldn’t stand to consider ). He might’ve even yelled, but here he was literally bleeding and trying to comfort her over her own stupid tears. “No,” She said, though it wasn’t because she didn’t want to help; Lock had drawn a boundary and she knew she needed to respect it. “I’ll…I’ll give you your space, but –” She sniffled but still reached into her bag slung over her shoulder. Rather than the tissues she’d offered him before, Rani held out a larger towel instead. She typically used it to dry off dishes or even dust off surfaces, but Lock had much more need for it. “Press this against your side until you can get to some place that can help. Professionals, so you don’t get an infection.” She didn’t know if ghouls could get infections, but she wanted to at least cover all her bases. “Use hydrogen peroxide on your clothes, if you can find any, and wash it in cold water,” She pushed the towel out for him again. “Take it. Please.”

he wasn’t one to reach out. he wasn’t one to try to comfort anybody, simply for the fact that he just didn’t know how to. he wasn’t a gentle person. he was rough around the edges, and blunt, and to put it lightly, an asshole. he’d received comfort from people before in vulnerable moments that he usually later ended up regretting, so he wasn’t unaware of the ways that people used to try to do so. it was out of his comfort zone, to try to give a show of comfort, of course. he wasn’t a touchy person. not platonically, anyway. so when he stepped out of that to try to offer an ounce of apologetic comfort, only for it to be so quickly rejected with a push made him feel completely fucking stupid. it made him fold in on himself, and take an extra step back, head hanging for a moment as he turned his gaze from her. 

interaction with a stranger at a bar was nothing new for lock. actually, in the recent days, it was just another weekend. boredom wasn’t always so easily fixed with drunken, glazed over eyes staring at a pretty girl while they had meaningless conversation, but the ninety-five percent of the time when it was? totally worth it. 

the girl crossed her legs where she sat across from lock, causing her tight skirt to ride up her tanned thighs. lock’s eyes stayed too long on the soft-looking skin, lingering at the edge of the hem of her clothing. he bit down a smirk for just a moment. she’d noticed him looking, obviously, since lock wasn’t trying to hide his gaze. her eyebrow was raised at him as she shifted her legs yet again, which only made her clothing go further up her body.

his smirk finally formed fully as he chuckled. “nice legs.” he tested a light touch, running teasing fingertips along the exposed flesh. “i wonder what they’d look like wrapped around my head.”

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lock considered rani to be one of the softest creatures on the planet. he didn’t think she had a bone in her that was violent, or rude, or evil, or anything like that. in fact, he rather considered her to be an angel– literally heaven sent, if he believed in a place like that existing. she was sweet, kind, helpful, everything that lock usually rejected, or even rejected him, to a point, but not this girl. he’d made her cry before, and yet somehow, she still wanted to hang out with him. she was a special kind of person. 

so, when she reached over and pinched his arm when he tried to stick a finger in the cake batter, his shock was written on his face, marked with furrowed eyebrows of pain as he let out a dramatic, “FUCK, OW, RANI!” he rubbed at his arm, sending a glare in her direction as she waved a spoon in his face. ‘no touching.’, was all she said as she went back to stirring a bowl of icing. lock merely huffed. 

fuck. luckily, the word hadn’t slipped from his lips. when he agreed to go to the gym with baron (no, it wasn’t a date.) he should’ve assumed that it was some kind of trap. a thirst trap, if you will, and maybe he did assume it, to a point. perhaps that’s why he even agreed to go at all. 

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rapunzel was leaned softly against the woman, breathing out a sigh of contentment. she didn’t know why, but there was something comforting about her presence. just laying against her like this made rapunzel feel like all of her problems were simply melting away. the other girl’s fingers were carding through her hair gently as she hummed a soft tune that could’ve put rapunzel to sleep in the most melodious of lullabies. her eyes began to drift shut, as if she were in a trance. her breathing began to slow, but she wouldn’t allow herself to fall asleep until–, “you know… an adventure with you wouldn’t be so bad. if you touched my hair like this all the time, well– i think i’d go anywhere with you.”

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lock was no good at looking people in the eyes. the whole eyes being the windows to the soul mumbo jumbo wasn’t so wrong. looking someone in the eyes gave them every opportunity to see into you. it gave you every opportunity to see inside them, if you looked close enough. it was why he avoided it, mostly. with most people, they’d see nothing but emptiness anyway-- a boy, intentionally devoiding himself of all emotion, and just trying to drown in the numbness of the arms of a stranger. 

it wasn’t so easy to be so devoid when he was staring into his eyes. looking him in the eyes was one thing, but to do so in complete silence while stroking his face--? hastur made him feel a way that not a single other person who’d ever touched him made him feel. he made him feel... vulnerable, but not in the the way that made him feel degraded. there was a softness to it-- a note of intimacy that made him want to let the man in.

it was... terrifying. 

when he continued to do nothing but stare, lock could feel himself shiver-- there was a heat in the room that started to rise, because lock, for once, was not turning his head into his shoulder to blush and giggle in a fluster. no, he simply bit his bottom lip, trying to hide a smile that was threatening to form. he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, sighing and sinking into the hold that hastur put him in immediately. “you’re just looking at me, but you make me breathless.” he shook his head at his absurdity and honesty. “asshole.” it was said as a tease, though he reached his hands up to thread fingers into hastur’s hair. 

taken from here, here, here, and here

ASHA || RAPUNZEL

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the  cambion  raised  a  brow  at  the  other  ,  ❛  you’re  reaaally  up  for  that  ?  because  this  could  go  on  for  a  while  .  ❜  there  was  much  about  his  life  to  mull  over  —-  he  got  dealt  a  crappy  hand  .  but  there  was  one  thing  that  still  ached  ,  one  thing  that  still  weighed  on  his  chest  .  ❛  so  far  you  are  the  least  boring  person  i’ve  met  in  a  bar  .  no  one  else  knows  how  to  get  blood  out  of  clothes  .  ❜  eden  chuckled  ,  taking  another  sip  of  his  drink  .  ❛  nice  to  meet  ya  ,  lock  .  i’m  eden  ,  definitely  will  bore  you  to  death  with  my  shit-life  stories .  ❜

“hearing someone else’s pity party, so i don’t have to deal with my own all the time? sounds like a dream. the longer the better. c’mon--” he nudged at the other with his elbow. “distract me with your shitty life.” he was finally given his drink by the bartender, and he immediately took to taking a rather long sip from the glass. he nearly snorted with laughter into it though. “really? that ol’ laundry trick is the most interesting thing you’ve heard in a bar? you must’ve been to some pretty lackluster bars.” he gave half a smirk, rolling his eyes in a joking way. “alright, eden. bore me then. tell me every little boring detail you can think of. i’ve got nothing but time.” he gestured by stretching his arms out to the side for a moment before grabbing back at his drink again. 

Despite still being cautious, especially given his sharp tongue, Sophie was not as alarmed as she had been before, still mistaking this man for a burglar of sorts who had come to steal from the dead. Oblivion was bliss in this case as she balanced the broom on her shoulder and a hand to her hip. “I believe they do, many gods care about our souls!” Despite not being extremely religious, she did have her own believes as well as one that magic and all those curious things in the world did not simply spawn out of nothing.  Affirming her little teasing of his behavior with the way his feet his the ground, the girl chuckled, though soon that amused expression wavered in a bit of a frown. “Of course I will! I can’t just let them lay around to waste away, their souls will end up becoming wandering ghosts. Have you ever been haunted by one? They are terribly pitiful.” At last the broom was discarded and her hands grabbed the barren of corpses, now having decided that there was no need for a nights rest. “If you are unwilling to help, then you better leave.”

lock’s laughter seemed to echo against the very sky itself. he shook his head the the ridiculousness of such a statement. “name me one god that cares about our souls. from what i understand, they’re all too busy fucking each other in olympus to care about what’s going on with us. but if you can tell me one in particular that actually gives a shit, i’d be willing to consider changing my opinion.” not that he had a soul, of course. but he assumed, if he had one for a god to care about, they most definitely wouldn’t. 

“and what’s so wrong with wandering ghosts? i’ve met plenty of ghosts in my day, and some of them are pretty great. take a trip to halloween town sometime. get your own opinion changed. not all ghosts hate their eternal life, ya know.” he shrugged his shoulders. had she ever been haunted by a ghost? did she personally know any? “you whack me with a broom, and then you want me to help you bury bodies?” he snorted. “am i even to be trusted with a job like that?” he watched as she grabbed at a body with his eyebrow raised.

 “Well I bet it was a unique experience.” He hummed trying not to be offended. Baron made finger guns in response. Trying to be cool. 

“I might have kept it.” He admitted quickly drinking his beverage. “But I don’t cuddle with it.” He scoffed. “I’m not five you know.” He smirked. “I hope you were able to walk in the last few days.”  He chuckled. 

“unique can mean a lot of things.” lock raised an eyebrow. “give yourself more credit than that. i didn’t say it was a bad time. am i saying it was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life? hmmm.” he shrugged one shoulder, a coy smile on his face.

he let out one, loud bout of laughter. “you went to find that teddy bear, and you kept it? wow, i must have been the best sex you’ve ever had in your life for you to keep a teddy bear of all the things.” lock leaned forward on the bar, resting his chin in his palm. “well, it’s not like i had anyone carry me piggy back into the bar. i guess i’m walking just fine.” 

fuck,  marry,  kill,  would  you  rather,  this  or  that,  confessions,  truth  or  false,  spread  a  rumor  or  accuse  them  of  something  &  see  how  they  respond,  question  their  relationships  (  platonic,  enemy  or  romantic  ) with  other  muses,   send  an  anonymous  note  from  your  muse  to  mine,   assume  a  headcanon  about  my  muse  & they’ll  agree  or  deny,  OR  send questions from  any  of  these  lists :  ONE ,  TWO ,  THREE , FOUR  !   ( thank you key n cap ) 

nsfw headcanon asks

he laughed for what seemed like a full minute before wiping a tear away from his eye. “is that a question? really??”

“i already answered this. if you’re so curious, fuck me and see what i say.” 

nsfw headcanon asks

About how long does it take for your Muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone?

“no time at all. if they’re cute, and i feel like having sex that day, i’ll sleep with them. doesn’t matter if i just met them. it’s just sex. no big deal.” 

What are some common words or phrases your Muse says during sex?

“i mean… he’s pretty cute.”