I don't know how much more I can take.

[littlebennettbitch]

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[takeitinandletitgo]

@littlebennettbitch asked: 🗣️ bonnie and klaus

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  thunderbolts*  (2025),  directed  by  jake schreier.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

[littlebennettbitch]

i'm gonna be more active on the multi tbh, a little bit louder muses on there, a little less on bonnie but i SHOULD be back to her soon.

[littlebennettbitch]

going to be out of town for the weekend so i will be doing drafts here next week (focusing on getting somethings into queue on the multi) but feel free to send me memes!

[littlebennettbitch]

“Why won’t you let me in? Why do you keep pushing me away?”

meme: angsty sentences status: accepting (from mutuals)

There was no answer for a good long moment. Bonnie didn't move, didn't turn to look at him. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and while there was a grimoire in front of her, a page between her fingers, she wasn't reading the words.

Because she couldn't give him an answer. It would mean looking too closely at the way friendship no longer felt like just that. Would mean looking too closely at how much being in his presence made her day brighter, at how much she trusted him with the broken pieces of her self worth and heart.

"This really isn't the time for this conversation, Stefan." And if Bonnie had her way, she'd avoid it for the rest of her life.

[littlebennettbitch]

it seems par for course that having that little bit of ray muse tonight means i have no muse for bonnie at the same time. we shall see if i can get some writing done here tomorrow.

[littlebennettbitch]

i lied. there was a meme ask i found enough muse to do.

[littlebennettbitch]

it seems par for course that having that little bit of ray muse tonight means i have no muse for bonnie at the same time. we shall see if i can get some writing done here tomorrow.

[talesfromopenpages]

Draft2Digital, the platform I've been using to format and distribute my e-books - one that was helpful and convenient and affordable - recently added a maintenance fee for users. Now, this would not be such a huge problem if a) this were communicated before roll out, at least so we wouldn't be blindsided, and b) the costs took into account the users themselves. So many of us are primarily indie authors from countries outside of the US, and it honestly seems as if D2D does not care about that.

So I have decided to delete my account with that. Which also was more difficult to do than simply finding a 'Deactivate Account' button. One has to email them to get their account deleted, and then wait for a reply to confirm. (The reply I got asked me if I was certain, gave me the option of delisting my books so I wouldn't need to pay an activation fee if I ever decided to resign up. No thank you, D2D!)

I used the word “predatory” in my email to D2D to cancel my account to them, and I stand by it. It certainly seems that way when the platform is choosing to penalise those of us making under a certain amount - already struggling to sell our books - and not those authors who are selling their books well. It feels almost targeted to smaller authors, to possibly already marginalised authors, and for those of us living in countries where conversion rates mean the $12 maintenance fee amounts to more than, it can even be dangerous.

Maybe D2D will change their mind if too many of the writers using their platforms reach out. They did about their AI stance, after all. But if and until they do, I will not be using the platform. I have my account and with that, my books will no longer be distributed to the e-retailers that work with D2D. Even after they change their stance (if they do), I may not get back on the platform. The trust is gone for me.

Until then, my books are available on Ko-fi. I am looking at putting them up on Itch.Io as well, a few friends have spoken well of the platform - I made an account last week to get a feel of it - and I'll be looking into how else I can get my books back on the major e-retailers.

This has been a disappointing turn of events but I am taking steps to figure out where I go from here and I know many other authors are too. I hope you'll stick with us as we do.

And if anybody has any recommendations for other platforms similar to D2D for distribution or formatting, or both, please do let me know.

Cheers, Ara

[lookedinfinite]

“how much wine have you drunk?” from @littlebennettbitch

dark eyebrows rise up, a dry response to question even with how her hand masks most of her face, fingers still rubbing at closed eyes. fuck.  "none, actually." her voice is weaker than usual, head pulsing with the rhythm of overwhelming music still playing in the building behind her. she's used to migraines, used to how they drill within her skull, how her vision trembles and shifts until it feels like the world is made of dust and dots. 

"I'm fine. it'll pass." still she can't seem to get her voice quite right, even with her effort to try and dismiss the other's question. pain is nothing new, she just would rather not be seen like this. "go back to the party. I'm good."

[littlebennettbitch]

Judgement - faint thought it was, tinged more with incredulity - fades into worry when Maeve responds. Bonnie's eyes narrow slightly, flicking over the other woman's face much more closely now that she's been told Maeve's not drunk. She's familiar with migraines though hers seem far less debilitating than Maeve's seems to be right now.

When Bonnie speaks again, her voice is softer. "C'mon. Let's get you somewhere quieter first." She ignores the directive to get back to the party. Truth be told, Bonnie feels out of sorts, lingering at the walls and uncomfortable. Parties without Caroline and Elena, she's finding, are not her scene.

[littlebennettbitch]

The joke - wryly given and at her own expense as it is - makes Bonnie huff out a laugh. It's a rare enough sound that even she is surprised by it. Her smile stays on her face, that familiarity keeping her rooted even though she knows she should be leaving after having done what she's set out to do.

Something stills her, though. It's that familiarity, that loneliness she feels and the sense of oh, I see you when she meets the other's eyes. Behind the beautiful shade of brown is a reflection of Bonnie's own soul. And doesn't that just leave her breathless and grieving for a stranger she's only just met.

And if a part of her is grieving the girl she used to be all over again, that is between her and the spirits of those that came before her.

"Nothing too important." Bonnie taps on the table, her smile turning a little self-deprecating. "Honestly, it was a good break for my eyes and my brain, both of which have been complaining that I've been using them too much." She pauses and laughs self-consciously. "That's being filed under things that sounded less weird before I said it out loud."

[lookedinfinite]

she should be going, she's not sure what it is about other that has her curious. for the most part maeve is used to being alone - has been for most of her life - she prefers to observe from a reasonable distance rather than how uncomfortably seen she feels when stranger glances over her. 

"I don't know, it wasn't too weird." she's phrased plenty far worse than other just did, and maeve isn't really one to judge. as long as a point is made... what does she care about the elegance of simple phrasing? "glad to have interrupted then, best to give both your eyes and brain a break once in a while." 

there's no doubt maeve is a hypocrite for saying as much, she's never been good at giving herself breaks even when she can feel herself shattering under pressure.

she fiddles with her back all the same, glancing back to double check she's actually grabbed everything she should have. maybe, if she was better at following her own advice, she would have remembered notebook. "thank you though. this work would have taken ages to recreate."

[littlebennettbitch]

Her smile grows a tad with the other's lack of teasing. There is something soothing about it, the way the other woman offers kindness and understanding. There's something haunting about the familiarity she feels too, and it is both of these reasons that have kept her from leaving.

She might be overstaying her welcome here, but Bonnie can't bring herself to walk out the door when this is the most easy conversation she's had with a stranger since - well, since ever.

"You're welcome." Bonnie's gaze drops on the notebook again and she shakes her head. "I know I'd be lost if I ever misplaced my work, and I don't think I'm doing half anything as strenuous and serious as you seem to be."

[littlebennettbitch]

"There's always that one faculty member..." Or at least, that's what Bonnie assumed. Her Grams used to talk about one she'd had when she was in school, and then she had constant complaints about her colleagues. Her Dad talked about a couple of teachers who had it out for him specifically too. "I'm sorry he's dead but - he still kinda sucked, you know?" She could have done without the visions of it happening. Maybe it wouldn't have affected her nearly as much as it still did, that lingering feeling of could I have saved him? something Bonnie had never been able to shake. The bottle of jar in her hand was grounding. "Oh, that's a relief. Sauce us, Chef!" She shook the jar playfully.

[little-miss-buffy]

"Yeah, that seems to be a thing," Buffy said. She remembered Dawn coming home and complaining about a few teachers, claiming they were worse than Snyder. Luckily, Dawn was having no problems with any of her professors at Whitmore. She looked over at Bonnie and she saw a dark look cross over her face. "You okay?" Buffy asked. "You have Something Face." She laughed when Bonnie told her to sauce her, even though she had no idea what she meant. She still liked her nonetheless. How was it that she and Bonnie saw each other every year for Christmas, but never really talked until now? "So, what else is going on in the life of Bonnie?"

@littlebennettbitch

[littlebennettbitch]

Bonnie shook her head even as she overturned the sauce into the pot to heat through. "Oh the life of Bonnie is boring, honestly." The grin on her face was easy though. It was a relief when things were boring. No haunting dreams, no itch on the back of her neck that trouble was just around the corner. She liked the moments before the storm even if she was sure there would always be another storm. "I'd much rather know how our little town compares to California. We've got to be so much more confining."

[littlebennettbitch]

“If you keep doing this, you’re going to end up dead.” (from stefan)

meme: angsty sentences status: accepting (from mutuals)

"And?" Bonnie laughed, if the sound could have been called that. She spread a hand to the side, gesturing at the room. "When has that ever stopped anyone from asking me to do another spell for them? To fix whatever's been broken?" She shook her head and huffed another broken laugh. "I've already died, Stefan. Didn't change anything, did it? Not anyone else's expectations, not my ability to say no."

[littlebennettbitch]

“If you keep doing this, you’re going to end up dead.”

meme: angsty sentences status: accepting (from mutuals)

"Hasn't kept anyone here down before," is quipped before she can stop herself. She offers Buffy a wry grin and shrugs. "I'll be fine."

[littlebennettbitch]

“Why do you keep risking yourself like this? Do you not care whether you live or die?” (from fitz)

meme: angsty sentences status: accepting (from mutuals)

The urge to say nobody else ever seemed to was swallowed back down because that was not fair. Not to Fitz, who did care. She looked away, arms coming up to cross across her chest almost defensively. "Someone has to do something." Bonnie shrugged, refusing to meet Fitz' eyes. "Might as well be me."

[littlebennettbitch]

@milleroptimism || continuing from here.

Sarah's reassurance was, well, reassuring. Bonnie's eyes still flicked to her daughter and back to her friend, her lower lip caught between her teeth, but she wasn't denying the help. Still, Sarah offering the downstairs room had her finally relaxing, shoulders slumping in relief as she offered her friend a sheepish smile.

"Thank you," she murmured, resisting the urge to check on Trudy one last time by tucking her hands into her back pockets and rocking on her heels. "Just - wake me up if anything, and yes, I know you've already said you will, and I know I can trust you -" She cut herself off with another sheepish smile. "Okay, I'm going now."

[milleroptimism]

Now that Bonnie was finally fucking relaxing—— Sarah wouldn't be surprised if she was out for hours—— and Trudy was sleeping soundly too, Sarah had some free time on her hands. The TV was a giant no, she could have the damn thing muted and still be on edge it would disrupt everyone else.

WELP.

She grabbed her latest book selection, some over-the-top romance because she was obsessed with those right now for some reason, and took a seat on the couch. Feet kicked up on the coffee table so she could use her legs as a makeshift desk for said book and its adventure within, she turned to page one. PROLOGUE.

[littlebennettbitch]

The nap she falls into is surprisingly deep. Uninterrupted, in large part because Bonnie can trust Sarah. She doesn't feel the urge to wake up to check on Trudy, doesn't have half a ear out for her daughter's whimpers or babbles. Bonnie actually sleeps. It's been a while since she's done that.

She's refreshed when she wakes up and a glance at the time shows that it was for more than she'd planned to. The little bit of panic that threatens to latch onto her is held at bay because Sarah would have woken her up if anything. She reminds herself of that as she pads out of the room, fingers combing her hair into some semblance of order. "Sarah?"

[littlebennettbitch]

It's a good thing Caroline's not looking at her when she offers to find Bonnie someone, because Bonnie's nose wrinkles almost automatically. "I'd be too terrified my shitty luck would be catching." It would be just the sort of thing the universe would throw at her too. "Maybe if nothing catches on fire for like, the next month or so." The fact that they've got time for each other without a crisis overhead is nothing less than miraculous, in Bonnie's very biased opinion. She'd rather spend her free time with her friends watching dramatic love stories than live one, even if sometimes she'd like to be swept off her feet. "Oh, I think I heard something about that. I hope they keep the bit of Cinderella where she's not at the party for the guy but to be able to go for a party. It's so annoying when they make it about a guy." Sue her, Cinderella is one of her favourite princesses. Bonnie blames the musical with Brandy Norwood and her Grams and her dad's love affairs with Whitney Houston. "I don't think epic love is on the cards for me." This she says softly even as she digs in the cushions for the remote. She can't look at Caroline when she says it, because once upon a time she'd wanted that. She still wants that, but Bonnie's not sure anyone'll stick around for the chaos if it doesn't kill them first.

[seesgood]

If there is anything in this world that is going to pull her focus from a semi-smutty regency-era love story where hot men take their shirts off --- it would be that. Caroline sits up and turns to stare directly at Bonnie. Bonnie who is currently, very pointedly, trying to avoid her gaze. "You don't think epic love is in the cards for you." She repeats, as if giving her best friend the option to change her mind. Caroline gapes for a second and then grabs for the throw pillow to hit against Bonnie's arm. "Bonnie Sheila Bennett." The blonde turns and tucks one leg beneath her before tucking the pillow in her lap and putting her serious face on. "Tell me you don't believe that." But even if Bonnie wanted to, Caroline knows her too well. Bonnie can't really lie to her. She always makes that same small expression that she did when they were kids and they tried to lie to Grams about who melted a crayon on the sofa. "Bon," Caroline's voice softens to a painful degree. "What makes you say that?"

[littlebennettbitch]

Her shoulders hunch up, just a little bit though Bonnie pretends that she's simply just focused on trying to get the remote out of between cushions where it seems to have fallen. She's not surprised Caroline's fixing on Bonnie's words, not really. She just knows she really doesn't want to talk about it. The pillow against her arm startles something that could be described as a laugh out of her, the remote she's only just gotten a grip on almost falling out of her grasp again. "Caroline Elizabeth Forbes," she says back, giving up on actually watching the show. The remote goes on the coffee table so it doesn't get lost again, and she turns to mirror her best friend, one leg under her as her shoulders slump and she offers the blonde a tired smile. "C'mon, Care." Her lips twist at the softness she's being offered and she is bluntly, painfully honest in return. "What in anything that's ever happened in the history of my relationships both romantic and not suggest anyone's going to stay?" She pats Caroline's knee before shrugging lightly, as if this isn't something that scrapes her raw inside. "You're the exception, not the rule."