-did They Keep Using The Same Pot

LOC is rotting my brain

ok guys, I know, I know, very unoriginal, BUT supernatural Trevor and Denise-

them both being ailuranthopes (werecats, if you will, with them being able to turn into bobcats)

Okay it's more of like, 2 or more aus in one, BUT!! Here-

-Denise is Trev's biological kid

-they have some stuff in their genes neither of them knew about

-Trevor randomly transforms in the middle of a random night

-it scares little Denise and she runs and hides in her room

-Trevor at the moment is more of a wild animal, unable to control himself from a lust for blood and hunger for flesh

-Denise locks+barricades the door with as much stuff in her room and hides under her bed, hugging her teddy and crying as her dad bangs on the door and claws at it, desperate to get to little Denise

-eventually at the asscrack of dawn he turns back to his human form (with more hair and animalistic features, but unnoticeable enough) with no memory of what he'd done, like a hangover of sorts.

-he looks at the mess in his house and his immediate thoughts are that a robber had entered the house and knocked him out, and if his daughter was okay.

-He then looks at himself and goes "Oh shit, my clothes, why they ripped" and covers himself as much as possible (so as not to traumatise his kid, if she was okay) and goes to knock on her bedroom door, asking if she was okay in a gentle tone.

-Little Denise approaches the door warily and asks if he is normal now, and Trevor is (obviously) confused.

-so Denise, being cautious, explains the situation to him through the barricades protecting her.

-Trevor is mortified with himself and the fact that he tried to harm his kid, but he holds himself together, for his kid's sake.

-He goes to his room to change into proper clothing and goes back outside Denise's room.

-He manages to convince his daughter that he's fine now, back to normal, and not going to harm her again.

-Even though she's convinced, she's still a bit wary of her father.

-Trevor decides to take a day off work to try and learn more about his condition.

Part 2?

@dianetastesmetal

Damn.

Lucifer vs Adam. This last part of the fight was so fucking epic. Also major spoilers.

OH MY GOSH

please watch this tiktok (x)

zesty backstreet boys: believe...when I slay

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Survival Myths That Could Do More Harm Than Good.

Reblog to kill it faster

death prompts that tore my heart apart:

(feel free to use<3 tw/mentions of blood! @urfriendlywriter yall.. 18th to 25th ones</3 tag me when yall write, i wanna read!!)

cradling them into your arms, blood smearing all over you

^ they try to smile, followed by an immediate hiss

"it hurts, huh."

"shh, it's gonna be fine. please keep talking." "i can't.. t-talk-"

their blood smudged hand reach for your cheek. eyes trying to focus on you

"i.. love you."

"this is not your fault."

"i can't.. *tearing up* i can't feel your touch."

eyes tearing up, not knowing what to tell you

"it hurts so much, it's so.." frustrated tears flow because there's nothing they can do now

"please don't leave me.." "i want to rest, my love."

hugging them, saying something to them and then panicking, when they don't respond. (bonus points if one said i love you and the other died right after hearing it!!)

wincing between every word.

"I'm- so...so sorry."

"You're my heaven o-on earth, did you k-know that? :)" followed my an attempt at a smile that shreds you apart.

constant shortness of breath.

they take your hand and kiss it, griping it tight. it's when their grip loosens, you know...

"You've to live your life, [name]. You need to survive, and move on, and-and be.. happy. The happiest. just like i am now."

^ "why are you happy--now?" "because i get to die in your arms. the safest place.."

noticing a tear rush down their cheek after they've closed their eyes.

"no, no-no, fuck, [name], don't give up on me like that, please-please.. stay.."

"I'm gonna get you--" "no, no, no.. no don't. don't l-leave me alone, [name]. I can't br-breathe..."

"let go of me, love, I'm gonna sleep now."

lying near their cold unmoving body.

^ holding their limb hand, praying that this is all a nightmare and then you can wake up to their cheerful self. stupid hope.