butterfly.

was i ever human to begin with?

[heartobsess]

"I'm made of the collected souls of humans who died. Their souls turned into butterflies, then countless butterflies together. And I—"

HEARTOBSESS. a private rp sideblog ft. butterfly from phantom tales of the night. please read the disclaimer below the cut before following. 20+ due to the source material. obsessed by ollie.

butterfly has never been human. he may look human, but looks can be deceiving. that being said, he does not understand boundaries until spider tells him to knock that shit off. he may try to flirt with younger muses. he may try to push boundaries he doesn't know are there. this does not mean i support his actions at all.

any relationship with butterfly is likely toxic or otherwise unhealthy. he equates sex to love because that is all he knows. it will take him a long time to realize any genuine love is there, if he ever does. he may even end up forgetting your muse after a while. it'll be a hassle to ship with him. shipping is heavily selective.

i do not tone down his muse in the slightest. and i will not apologize for the questionable things butterfly has done in canon.

i headcanon butterfly as having DID, or dissociative identity disorder. please respect this, as i am also a system.

nsfw content will be present on here, but full on smut is a rarity. if it does happen, it will only be with my partner or specific people i trust. any threads that go that direction, unless its with the above people and discussed beforehand, will be an automatic fade-to-black.

however, other nsfw content, such as body horror and other dark topics, will be featured here. i will do my best to tag it all, but i make no promises.

[bloodscribed]

misc. lyric prompts.

" go ahead and scoff, you godless pawn. "

" who put in your head that you're anything but mine? "

" ready, aim, fire. "

" watch the way that he reaches for his rage. "

" you're making me lose my mind. "

" dance away, you liar. "

" see that girl? she's super pretty. "

" this is how to be in love with you. "

" i'll make sure that you can't run away. "

" you'll be pushing up daisies where the sun won't shine. "

" i just want to be part of your symphony. "

" no grave can hold my body down. "

" you big know-it-all, just shut it. "

" i'll let you taste the judgement that you gave me all my life. "

" knock it off and sharpen the blade. "

" keep dancing, harlequin contraption. "

" you still act innocent, like it was just a game. "

" can you save the long-beheaded fawn? "

" what do i do but wait for you? "

" if she just won't notice, then i'll take it on the chin. "

" crucify the martyr. "

" classify the slaughter. "

" it never truly ends. "

" cut my losses, cut my gemini. "

" you never were gonna tell me, were you, dear? "

" you'd do it if you loved me. "

[spcecowboyyy]

vampires of el norte by isabel cañas

[miraculpa]

"I doubt a change like that would upset them so badly. Even if it did...well, you're a person with a will of your own, aren't you? You can do what you'd like with your hair or your clothes."

Osode's lucky he can't see the face she makes when he mentions the concept of their employer's displeasure (...she's never been fond of people who place harsh control over others: chalk it to her background). Butterfly deserves more freedom than what he's allowed, even if he'd...likely not know what to do with it. Ah, well, she can try to help him.

It doesn't matter to her what he's made of or what he acts like, this is the family she's fallen in with, and she feels a deeper kinship than just that -- she gives a soft sigh.

"Well, let's try it out. I'll restyle your hair for you, and will fully take the blame if they take issue with something that minor."

@heartobsess Osode has declared this bug Her bug

[heartobsess]

Butterfly's caught off guard by the determination in Osode's voice. He still isn't quite sure it'll be alright; he's seen the extent of Owner's wrath, thankful to never be on the receiving end of such a terrifying voice and expression; but if his sister figure insists she'll take the blame if anything goes awry with Owner's reaction...

"Well, only if you say so." He smiles and turns to face Osode, crossing one leg over the other and tilting his head to the side. "But I'm not quite sure what colors would look good... What do you think, nee-chan?" It still feels awkward to call her that, but somewhat comforting at the same time. Humans normally have family, right? Surely, they use nicknames like that...

[heartobsess]

Osode hums quietly, fingers weaving through the other's hair: she's quite content with her newly appointed staff position (well, after she got over realizing she was a few centueies dead) -- at least her companion was a reassuring presence. Plus, his hair is soft, and restyling it is fun for her.

Whether he wants it or not, Osode has decided Butterfly is her family now; not a replacement for her long-gone brother, but rather, a new chance at bonding. She places an affectionate kiss to the crown of his head (after all, he'd asked to be shown what love looked like -- love looks like this when you're her sibling). "You should do more with your hair...it's such a nice color, it's a shame you only ever do the basics."

He's gotten used to Osode playing with his hair by now; it took a bit for him to adjust but now he barely notices her doing it. Butterfly's attempting to clean a glass while slouched over at the bar, grumbling under his breath. He's not annoyed at the dish in his hands, but at Spider for pissing him off. The blond sets the glass aside and reaches for the next one, but is stopped as Osode leans in and kisses the top of his head. The soft affection sends a soft shiver through him, something he still hasn't adjusted to quite yet.

"Hm? You really think so? Do ya think Owner'd let me change up my look a bit?" Butterfly can almost see the disappointment on Owner's face now. "He doesn't seem like the type who'd allow it..."

[heartobsess]

Butterfly being told that being unable to feel love while having sexual relations is the most monstrous he can be is. Hhhhhh. Owner that's WRONG

[heartobsess]

"Ah, welcome," The man greeted, smiling at his new guest as he entered the bar. For once, his golden locks were free from their loose braid, cascading over his shoulder and down his back. He wanted to prove to Owner that he could take secrets from his guests outside of sleeping with them, so he was hoping tonight's guest would be an easy one. "My name is Butterfly, it's a pleasure."

@temporalhaze hello vani meet your worst enemy

[catchameme]

Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.

You [ the sender ] can include context as to whether or not it is done out of anger, as a threat, sexual tension, playfulness, etc.. or else let the receiver decide! Send "PINNED + reverse" for your muse to be pinned by mine instead!

[soulprompts]

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

listen. i want to tell ye that i have infinite reasons for making this. that i've been designing this for weeks, months even. but i can't. this happened because i saw one (1) meme and aligned that with two (2) cups of coffee. either way besties, you're all getting a strangely detailed list of reasons to drop your muse into another muse's lap. you wanna switch the roles? add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! don't add to this list, don't claim it as your own, i'll curse all your potatoes to be soapy and sad to consume.

[ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face.

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

[ SNIP-SNIP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap whilst giving them a haircut.

[ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace.

[ CAR ]: sender ends up sitting in the receiver's lap whilst in a very crowded car together.

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

[ LOOK ]: sender, wanting to see something that can only really be seen from where the receiver is sitting, sits in their lap in order to see it as well.

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities.

[ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.

[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort.

[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort.

[ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.

[ THROW ]: sender flings themselves at the receiver, so eager for a hug that they end up in their lap.

[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.

[ CUDDLE ]: eager for some well-earned cuddling, the sender finds it much easier for everyone involved to sit in the receiver's lap during the cuddle session.

[ MOVIE ]: while watching a movie together (and possibly being so distracted by the film that they don't realize what they're doing) the sender settles back into the receiver's lap.

[ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

[ PRETEND ]: in a bid to persuade others that they're in a relationship (even though they're probably not) the sender climbs into the receiver's lap to convince the on-lookers of their legitimacy.

[ LEARN ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can teach them a particular practical skill (e.g. pottery, knot-tying etc.)

[ ACCIDENT ]: the sender, unaware that the seat they're trying to claim is occupied, drops into the receiver's lap without realizing it.

[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

[ CHILLED ]: the sender and receiver find themselves in a particularly cold room, leading the sender to sit in the receiver's lap in order to share body heat.

[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly.

[ FLIRT ]: the sender, only just beginning to explore the romantic side of a relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap in order to express their feelings clearly.

[ ROMANCE ]: the sender, in a well-established romantic relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap just because they can.

[ THRONE ]: having found the receiver sitting in their throne, the sender sits in their lap in order to symbolically and physically share the seat.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE LONER *  assorted dialogue for the one who walks alone, adjust as necessary

i don't need your help.

you won't have to deal with me much longer.

that's the only thing i need from you.

it's safer to just push everyone away.

you can do this by yourself.

who said i was helping?

that's not what we agreed to.

i work better alone.

you're not coming.

stay here.

this is my duty.

i have a job to do.

i don't work well with others.

i never agreed to take you with me.

things are better when i'm alone.

i don't need anyone.

don't you have someone else to talk to?

i won't be of any help.

i'm sorry. you're not coming with me.

you stay put.

i'll help just this once.

don't follow me.

this is where we part ways.

there is no "we."

i never needed your help anyway.

you've been a thorn in my side since we met.

i said that i would take you there. that's it.

there was no agreement.

i never said we would stick together.

you need someone else.

i'm not the one you're looking for.

i've been alone my whole life.

i like my solitude.

i've never needed anyone else.

ever since that day, i've been alone.

don't lean on me.

don't rely on me for anything.

i'll only let you down.

i'd be happier if i was alone.

you sleep. i'll keep watch.

that's not what i said.

you're putting words in my mouth.

it's easier for me to go solo.

everyone i've ever loved has left me.

people die every day.

i can do more damage on my own.

did i ask for your help?

when i tell you to run, you run.

get out of here.

don't look back.

i'm not the one for you.

if i start caring about you, you'll end up dead.

everyone i've ever loved has died.

this is over between us.

go away.

[nek0mars]

i have NOT uploaded in months, whas poppin tumblr

also does the Phantom Tales of The Night fandom exist because I've been looking for years now

[sicklyworm]

How about I throw up actually?

[lullabynorth]

[teavich]

my pookie <333

[heartobsess]

Bites him. Bites him. Bites him. This is neither cannibalism nor kissing but a secret third thing (whatever it is, Atori is somehow managing to not draw blood, despite his canines being notably pronounced). Like a cat gnawing someone's hand, maybe? Who can say. He just likes biting.

he's staring directly at the demon's stupid face as he bites him. butterfly's golden hues narrow as he rips his hand away, though he's astonished that atori hasn't drawn a drop of crimson from his flesh. ( not that he could anyways, did he even have real blood to begin with?? )

"h-hey! what do you think you're doing?!" harsh query is spat, incarnate butterflies turning his head away from the offender to try and hide the flush coming to his cheeks. ( it's just hot in here! that's all, it has nothing to do with him. ) "when did i give you permission to put my hands in your filthy mouth?!"