#pine-dexter

After the rat-based present went down less than ideally, Bill was determined to give the birthday boy a good time, even if it was the night after the big day. He'd tried to convince the guy to have a taste of his specialty—Myoclonic Jerk—the night before, but the offer had ultimately been declined.

So it was time to try a new approach.

As soon as Ford fell asleep, Bill was waiting and ready with a new setup in the starry mindscape they usually met in. The usual planning area with its near infinite board of formulas was replaced with what appeared to be a small, semi-translucent platform with a karaoke machine on top.

@pine-dexter sent: "I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” (For any of your GF muses!)

betrayal & regret sentence starters (accepting)

Ford was really less concerned about the knife to his throat and more about the literal double standing in his kitchen, but the scientist just glared at well, himself.

“Can I help you?”

Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.

Six hands drenched in blood travel longingly down the tainted white suit of a human tied to a chair. The devilish creature that the hands belong to is sitting in the barely living man’s lap, nuzzled into the trembling cheek of his captured. The god coos gently—

“Oh darling….you’re shaking, don’t worry it will all be over soon. I’ll make sure of it sweet thing—”

Gentle, caressing hands were suddenly quick and venomous—moving to tear through flesh and bone. Sweet coos were nothing more than a poisonous lullaby attempting to sooth and hypnotize the human in this chair to quit moving.

Struggling and “bad vibes” made the spirit tough—he liked it when they could melt on his tongue. A struggling and painful spirit did not melt on his tongue.

Ew.

A hand stuck deep in the human’s chest is carefully making it’s way up to wrap around the slowly beating heart. His hovering eye glows and flutters—

There we go…almost there.

At least….he would be if the door behind him didn’t burst open. The golden eye suddenly turns an irritated red and swivels around to glare at the intruder. Taking in the appearance the demon almost seems nonchalant—

“If you’re here to save him, you’re too late. He offered himself to me so he’s here of his own free will…LOOK HE EVEN DRESSED IN WHITE! HAVE YA EVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE IRONIC?!”

The blonde tilts his head back with his forked tongue licking the remains of blood off his lips. The closed eyes twitch as jagged teeth reveal themselves in a not so charming smile.

“Unless you have an appointment…BECAUSE I DON’T RECALL YOU MAKING ONE BUUUUUUUUT IT’S YOU, HOW COULD I NOT MOVE SOME THINGS AROUND FOR MY FAVORITE BRAIN GEEK? I’M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT OBVIOUSLY BUT SIXER I CAN’T TELL YA HOW EXHAUSTING IT IS TO SEE YOU.”

A pillow is waved threateningly in his twin's direction. Or... as threateningly as one can wave a pillow. One more wise crack and he'll put his shoe in it or something, really show his brother he means business.

"Now shut up an' go to sleep."

@pine-dexter sent: “Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue.” (For Stanley!)

unprompted asks (always accepting)

“Me, jealous? Please, I’m not jealous of anything!”