I Am Simply One Hell Of A Butler~

| (It/It’s) | A Butler’s favorite pastime is serving It’s Master~

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"𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻." ~ 𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓼 ~ ♡ ♡

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“𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼… 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓲𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓲𝓽?” ~ 𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓼 ~ ♡ ♡

[simplyafountainpen]

My Red Queen

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Male! Reaper!Reader x Grell Sutcliff

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: For the first time in years, Grell get a whole day off, and her beloved (Y/N) is determined to make it perfect.~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Dom!Top!Reader, Sub!Bottom!Grell, soft sex, public sex/exhibition, Grell's privates referred to as cock and pussy

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽}: ❝Grell x Male reader who treats her like a QUEEN please please please❞ - Anon

Waking up with Grell in the bed next to you wasn't uncommon, per say. Rather, it was unusual to have her in bed and not be forced to shake her awake and rush her out the house. And while you may have been a Reaper yourself, all with the same responsibilities, the difference was you actually took care of your work, allowing for days off, sick and vacation days - not that you'd ever have use for them. This was one of few rare days where Grell actually had a day to herself. A free day.

You nearly did shake Grell awake after a moment of silent staring, as coming to your senses so early in the morning was a struggle. Your eyes drifted to a window with sheer red curtains - Grell's design choice of course - and watched as dawn just barely peaked over the horizon in the distance. Your home was drenched in crimson color, various shades of red meeting your gaze as your bleary eyes scaned the room. Your tongue lapped at dry lips, eyes closing again. Your hand extended over her body, pulling her night-dress clad form closer to yourself, head over hers with her nose in your neck.

A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. She deserved it... sometimes, anyway.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

The sun had just come above the horizon, slighting you while Grell simply snuggled further into you embrace. You groaned, rolling onto your back, an arm laying over your eyes as you breathed. The red-head pressed herself even further into you while you blinked sleep from your eyes. You gazed at Grell while she slept, musing that this had probably been the longest she'd slept in a while. A grin crossed your face as you sat up, groaning and poping the tense muscles in your back. Grell - ever the light sleeper - whined out for you, hands making grabby motions towards you. A chuckle bubbled in your throat, as you smiled down at her. Gently, you picked up a pillow and placed it in her grip, watching as she squeezed it to her body with a huff. Before throwing the sheets off yourself, you leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

Silently you slipped from the bed - rearranging the sheets and smoothing them out - and stalked to the kitchen. Slippered feet padded across wooded floors as you slowly took out eggs to fry and bread to toast. Ham was first on the stove, followed closely by bacon as you began the toasting process. You plated your meats and bread while taking out a pan to make oatmeal porridge to finish the meal, begining the mixing as you cracked eggs over open heat. The eggs were laid on the toast delicately, porridge made and served in a bowl with a smaller bowl of fruit on the side. A glass of milk finished the meal, moving it all close a small serving trolley you had bought a long while ago, dusty from lack of use.

You cleaned it off with a rag, taking time to get all the crevices before moving the large breakfast onto its surface. With pep in your step and a hum in your throat you made your way back to the bedroom, mapping out the rest of the day in your head. Date activities flew through your mind as you pushed the door open.

The trolleys wheels squeaked as you parked next to the bed, Grell still sound asleep though the pillow was long abandoned. You sat next to her, bed caving under your weight, and laid over her. She jolted under your weight, immediately squirming and flailing under you. You giggled as she cried out, her hands finding her way from under the sheets and slapping lightly across your face. You raised up slowly, wacthing her struggle her way from beneath the many layers you each slept under.

"Ungh?!- W-what are you doing?!-" Grell's rant was cut short when her gaze swept over to the trolley. Her already opened mouth dropped further, and her hands rubbed at her eyes is shock.

"Is this... did you..? Darling, is this for me?" You smiled at her, leaning your head onto her shoulder with a nuzzle.

"Mhm. Good morning, my Rose." An arm wrapped around her waist, the other reaching over to the nightstand to pick up her glasses. Once in hand, you adjusted your seating and placed a hand on her chin. With a smile, your carefully flicked open the glasses and slipped them on, then booping her nose, and finishing it with a kiss on the lips.

Before it could go too far, you pulled back with a smile, eyes widened.

"When you finish, get dressed. I have the perfect date planned."

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

You finished up preparations just as Grell walked out, dressed in a brand new bustle dress. You grinned, collecting the basket and throwing the large blanket you had pulled out over your shoulder, and made your way over to her. You moved the basket to one hand, the other then wrapped around her waist. Slowly you rocked her and yourself around, sweeping the two of your closer to the front door while humming.

"Is that a new lipstick as well?" You asked. Grell looked at you and smiled, flashing you her sharp teeth.

"You noticed? I figured if I was going to finally put this gown to use I might as well go all out, Darling." She chirped, puckering her lips and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. A hum was your response, readjusting your grip on the items in hand.

"Well then, I believe that is everything my Rose. Are you ready to depart?" You held an elbow out for Grell and she chuckled - her crimson hair sweeping with you both - while slipping her own elbow into the crook of your own. You smiled at her while continuing to slowly move your swaying bodies to the door.

"I want to know where we are going-" "Not a chance, Rose." You hushed. Lips pressed to hers to silence any complaints about to leave her mouth with a smile. You pulled back and she whined, weakly punching your chest in jest.

“Come, my Rose.” She glared at you, her expression slowly melting into a smile. Grell allowed you to guide her to the door, your free arm holding the door open and allowing her out first with a cheesy grin. Without any more hesitation, you both exited the home and out into the surrounding forest, your steps filled with a purpose.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

“Darling this is… wow…”

You had left Grell to marvel at the sight of the surrounding clearing. While you carefully made your way to the center of the flower field you both stood in, she gently ran her manicured hands through the many different kinds of flora that made up the clearing.

You whistled as you walked, finally making it to the center of the flowers to an even smaller clearing, setting down the large blanket and basket you had brought. While you set up everything, your gaze landed on her as she marveled, a small smile finding its way to your face.

“… How did you find this place?” Her voice broke the serene silence. You looked up from unpacking and chuckled.

“Well, it was actually a death that brought me here.” You answered. Grell looked over at you with a confused - but interested - look.

“A death?” She questioned as she moved closer, wading through the sea of flowers.

“Yes! Its quite silly, actually. The poor lad had a run in with a wolf - no idea what drew him out here or why, but he put up quite the fight! Had more stamina than I would’ve initially expected. Ran right through here, got him in this lovely little area. I’m sure you would have loved to see the flowers painted in his blood and gore, my Rose.” You gently placed the small vase with a single rose in the middle of the set up and beamed.

Grell made her way and stood silently beside you, clasping her hands over her mouth. Tears glossed her eyes before she leaped at you, tearing a yelp from you. Her arms squeezed the air out of your lungs, resulting in a loud weaze from your while she lightly cried into your chest. Your hands wrapped around her, one landing on her head to lightly rub at her scalp.

“Oh, this is simply amazing Darling! Why, I can’t think of the last time someone put in so much effort for me. Ah, I’m on the verge of dying from joy!” Her voice muffled into your chest, her head slowly rose from the valley of your heart and her chin found its way to your collar bones.

“You… you are simply amazing, Darling.” Her voice was a tad shaky when she spoke, lips trembling with a smile. You kissed her forehead and massaged her head.

“It’s you that’s amazing, Rose.” You responded. Grell smiled harder - if at all possible - and squeezed you tighter. You hugged her tighter in response then looked towards the picnic basket not yet unpacked then back towards Grell.

“If you would let me go, Dear, so I may get the food out..?” She stared at you, huffed, then nodded. Her arms slowly unwound themselves from around your body. You chuckled at her downcast expression from letting you go as you moved towards the basket. You completely missed the lovestruck eyes she gave you when your back turned.

Behind you, Grell stared at your back as you moved small sandwiches and thermoses from out of the basket, humming all the while. The only thoughts going through her mind were how could someone like her ever have ended up with someone like you. Her hand rose to her chest as she thought, expression softening and lashes fluttering, even if you couldn’t see it.

Happiness. That was what she felt when with you. Happiness and some semblance of belonging. Love. Like she was cared for. Things she had longed for far too long and now that she had them… she couldn’t understand how you could just give them to her so willingly-

“And… finished! Now, my Rose, would you like to eat?” Your voice snapped her from her thoughts, staring at the spread before the both of you, all carefully prepared by you - a slanted grin plastered on your face, hands open and ready to hug her tight.

“… Yes. I think I am.”

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Grell's moans filled the air as she held your face against her weeping cunt, the noises mixing with the noisy sounds of you messily laping up her juices as best you could, trying to not let a drop go to waste.

Grell laid on her back, skirt and petticoat slipped up her thighs and leps clenched around your head - you were laid on your stomach, head snuggly nestled in her heat. Her glasses were fogged as she moaned out. One of her hands grasped at the grass beneath her fingers, plucking a few tuffs from the earth. Her other hand buried itself in your hair, keeping you pressed to her mound.

You moaned into her cunt, savoring her flavor as it melted on your tongue. Grell's moans increased in volume as you futher burried yourself in in her heat. Slowly you lifted your head and simply stared into her own half-lidded eyes, licking your slick covered lips.

Grell panted, swallowing harshly. Her grip on the ground lessened as she propped herself up on elbows. Her lips upturned into a small smile and her hand that nestled in your hair gently combed through.

"Oh Darling..." she sighed, her other hand came to her face and gently rubbed under her glasses. You shifted, lifting from her sex and crawling on top of her. Your hands found there way to the sides of her face and lifted the glasses from her eyes, revealing cystaline tears that streamed down her face.

"Rose?" You whispered. Grell gasped and her breath stuttered. She fell back onto her back and continued to wipe at her eyes.

You hummed and gently wrapped your hands around her wrists, lifting her arms and staring into her wattering eyes. Her lower lip quivered as she sniffed. Silently you shuffled off her and sat on her side - still holding her wrists - and gently pulled her upwards into your lap. You let go of her and slowly ghosted hands down her torso, then waist, and finally reached her hips where you pulled up her drawers and began to fix her skirt.

"What's wrong, my Rose?" Grell sniffed and more tears rolled down her face. Her warms wrapped around your neck.

"Its just. Well. I suppose it has been... a while. Since someone has held me so... lovingly." She muttered, pushing her face into your chest. You hummed, adjusting her so you were sitting with legs crossed with her in the valley between those legs.

"Well of course I would, Rose," you spoke while kneading her legs, "I don't think I could find a reason why not. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." You spoke with a sincerity that caused Grell to move her gaze from your chest to your eyes. Her own were still watery, mascera lightly running down her cheeks. She bit her lip and looked down.

"How did I ever find a man like you?" She mused. She let go of her lip to smile, before it immediately dropped down into a frown. Her breathing became shakey again.

"I just can't understand it... How could someone so... you! Ever find anything in me? We're leagues apart and no one ever wants me without something in return and it just leaves me so... confused-" You cupped her chin and pressed your lips to her forehead then moved your own forehead to hers.

"I don't much care for any of that speech, Rose. Not from the most beautiful, confident and outspoken woman I know. Even if that last one gets us in a bit of trouble at times..." You chuckled. Grell stared into your eyes - chartreuse into chartreuse - and started sobbing into your arms. You quickly wrapped around her and squeezed her into your chest, fretting over your words and wondering if you said something wrong, about to ask before Grell began to shout-

"YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT MAN EVER!! NO OTHER MAN COMPARES AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! OOHHH MY DARLING BOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!" Her sudden declaration echoed through the forest, birds that had been startled took to the sky and in the distanc you could hear deer scamper away.

Grells hands readjusted themselves to grip at your shirt, pulling you down and smashing her lips into yours. Your eyes widened, before shutting. Your arms squeezed her waist as you broke away.

She looked up at you, stars practically in her eyes. You smiled down at her. She began to giggle and you followed suit, the two of you falling on your sides into the grass. You thumbed Grell's cheek and wiped the smudged mascera away. The two of you stared into each others eyes, chuckles turning airy as the forest breeze brushed over you.

"How did I end up with such a woman like you?" You whispered. Grell smiled and pressed against you.

"I'm not sure. Nor am I to how I recieved a man such as yourself. Though, whatever I did, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." You pressed your lips to her in a quick peck.

"As would I, Rose." You both stared at each other before Grell looked down at her waist and legs then back at you.

"You could start by carrying me home. I can't feel anything below my waist, Darling." You grinned and snickered.

"Of course, My Rose."

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: Finally, it does feel good to be writing again. I hope I am able to keep my inspiration high for a long while, I would much enjoy cleaning my drafts.

-🖋️

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[simplyafountainpen]

i miss you!!!!!

-your wife / jane doe <3

And I miss you as well my dear ♡

[simplyafountainpen]

Could you please write a fanfic of a shy insecure ftm reader that hasn't had any gender confirming surgery but is on T and works as an assistant at Undertaker's funeral parlor and Undertaker shows reader that he can still be intimate and vulnerably with someone and not have to worry about being rejected because he's trans?

Please and thank you. Sorry if this ask is awkward. I'm not very confident with much but I hope your doing better and if not that things get better.

Do not worry, I believe you were quite concise in your ask. And thank you for the request, I’ll get on it as soon as I can.

Thank you, my days have slowly been getting lighter. It’s very sweet of you to check.

[lithth]

“I love black butler!” “I ship sebaciel”

[luchigeon]

mombastian time

original video

[ena333333]

“I’ll need two days to grow back my right arm.”

[ena333333]

I find Sebastian extremely attractive when he is bleeding, unconscious, or injured. Perhaps it's because he seems less like a monster and more human when he's in pain or distress.

[simplyafountainpen]

One of my least favorite things in this world is Tumblr glitching and not showing me my two asks.

If anyone remembers they sent me an ask within my absence - I cannot see it unfortunately... Curse this platform.

[questionablemorally]

I need more trans/genderfluid Seb… he’s a demon, gender means nothing… no I’m not projecting shut up

[lithth]

so no one was gonna tell me that grelle has a CANON BELLY PIERCING??

[sister-lucifer]

hi everyone

this is a post i hoped id never have to make.

someone who is very dear to me has passed on. someone who i consider to be a son to me. @/lapdogged, francis, queued a suicide note that i didn’t see until now.

i have lost a dear child. he called me momdad.

nothing will be happening for now. no writing, no graphics; nothing.

i will be making memorial posts when i feel better, and queueing them for this time next year as well.

if you’re going to ask what you can do to help, you can help me make sure francis’s memory doesn’t die, because he doesn’t deserve that. he was the bravest fucking kid i ever knew, and he spent his last days afraid and in pain. if you want to help, you can leave something nice to honor him in his inbox or under the notes of his last post.

i love all of you so much. i hope i never have to make this post again.

[sister-lucifer]

if you see this, would you take a moment to make an origami cat for Francis?

Origami Cat

Origami Cat: This model by Makoto Yamaguchi. is a little more advanced - so you might to take a closer look and try more than once. you can

it doesn’t have to be perfect. or good. but he would’ve loved it

[simplyafountainpen]

Hello. I apologize for my sudden absence.

Unfortunately, for a time I ran into some writers block - only then to be followed up by an extreme bout of some mental health issues I would rather not discuss. As of now, I have slowly but surely gotten better, and am hoping to return soon enough.

I have quite a few things in drafts, and am trying to tidy them up as we speak.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding.

[simplyafountainpen]

🚨 HELP URGENTLY NEEDED🚨 ✅ - PLEASE CHECK END OF STORY 🔍📌 Hello dears! I am Louay and thank you for looking at us with kindness and I ask for your full support to help me achieve my goal. I urgently need your support now to help me survive and be safe. Gaza is a dangerous place both in terms of work and life. I need your support and make sure that my family's basic needs are met until the Rafah crossing is reopened and they are transferred to safety and security. Please help the family survive through your small donations or through your contributions to people. Thank you so much for standing by there 😭🇵🇸 https://gofund.me/2e021402 @90-ghost

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[sister-lucifer]

THE OTHER PETITION GOT TAKEN DOWN! PLEASE GO SIGN THIS ONE!!

We Can Make an Impact.

Restart (Recount) the US Election, and don't concede, Kamala! Vote Harris 2024! 💙

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[cryptidcircusco]

Recount and Revote the 2024 Election

Can you spare a minute to help this campaign?

[simplyafountainpen]

Please. Donate, sign it, spread the word, anything. We need this recount.

[sister-lucifer]

Taken To Another World 

⊹₊⟡⋆A Multifandom Fantasy AU Themed 5K Celebration Writing Challenge⊹₊⟡⋆

Special thanks to @ghostboneswrites2 for inspiring this! 

Interested? Keep reading! 

There will be two prompts for each genre; a pair for fluff, a pair for smut, a pair for angst, and a pair for horror. Each prompt comes with its own criteria, so read carefully! 

How To Participate: 

Reblog this post (for reach! thanks!) 

Pick a prompt (or multiple) 

Write your fic 

Post it and tag me (feel free to send it to me directly if I don’t see it!) 

Use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge 

The fandoms this challenge is open to are as follows: 

Obey Me!, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Batman (and all related media), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (all parts), and any original characters/universes.

Don’t see your fandom? You’re still free to use these prompts (and please tag me if you do so I can see it,) but it unfortunately will not count as an entry for this challenge!

Rules: 

Feel free to pick multiple prompts, but you cannot enter more than one fic per prompt! 

The fics can be part of your own ongoing series, but they must be able to stand alone as their own piece without the additional context of the series 

Please state which prompt you chose somewhere on your post 

Feel free to cross post your work to another site such as Ao3, but please, do mention that it was part of my challenge 

Anyone can participate in this challenge, however I ask that minors stay away from the NSFW prompts 

You are free to bend the prompts as you wish, there is no mandatory time period or setting 

My inbox and messages are always open if you need to ask questions, consult me, or just want to discuss ideas!

The fics can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character; relationships can be platonic or romantic as you wish

Some prompts are written with pairs in mind; feel free to modify this to fit in as many characters as you’d like. Poly relationships included!

Absolutely NO incest OR pedophilia under any circumstances 

NO AI, NO using other people’s writing, and NO using a piece you’ve already written

Pay attention to the criteria! Prompt 1 will have a required quote, and Prompt 2 will have a required plot point/action

The Deadline is currently undecided. This will be updated soon 

Winners: 

I will choose up to 3 finalists for each prompt.  The finalists will be presented in a poll, and the readers will choose the winner. 

The winner of each prompt will get their own shoutout/promo post including an analysis of what I liked about their fic, & at least 3 fics I recommend from them and why. 

Does all that sound like fun? Good! Here’s your prompts:

Over The River, Through The Woods…

Fluff + Faeries

Prompt 1:  In a fit of rebellion, a naive royal flees from the castle and into the woods. They stumble upon a faerie who, against all they’ve ever been taught, seems rather…kind. 

Necessary Criteria: “Anyone can do a good thing if they try.” / “Well…how often do you try?”

Prompt 2: Fae don’t often leave their villages, except to gather. Unfortunately, one foolish faerie has found themself entangled in a trap left behind by a human hunter. Even worse, the human has returned to see what they’ve caught; although, they seem far more curious than hostile. 

Necessary Criteria: One of the characters teaches the other a new word in their native tongue. 

Magic Begins In Superstition, And Ends In Science…

Angst + Alchemy 

Prompt 1: The job of an alchemist’s apprentice is rarely an easy one. Magic is a fickle mistress, after all. When the apprentice’s companion tries to pull them away from their work, the argument gets heated, until the pressure becomes too much and causes an intense explosion…literally. 

Necessary Criteria: “You’re not even smart enough to understand what I do, and you think you get to tell me when to stop working?!”

Prompt 2: The alchemist’s work is starting to consume them. Blinded by their pursuit of knowledge, they recklessly decide to slip a bit of their newest experimental concoction into their companion’s meal without their knowledge. The alchemist convinces themselves this is all for the greater good, and surely nothing all that bad could happen, but soon comes to regret it. 

Necessary Criteria: A horrible transformation. 

The Tongue May Be Twice As Sharp And Thrice As Lethal As The Blade…

Smut + Swords 

Prompt 1: A rivalry between two swordsman gets a bit out of hand when the pair decide to make a salacious bet over a duel: whoever loses must play submissive to the other, starting from the moment they drop their sword. 

Necessary Criteria: “Don’t think I’ll surrender that easily.” / “Mm, I didn’t think you would…I like it so much more when you’re fiery.”

Prompt 2: A courageous knight rescues a royal from the clutches of peril, and their majesty simply can’t let their hero leave without thoroughly rewarding them for such bravery. 

Necessary Criteria: The pair narrowly avoid being caught in the act. 

Cursed Is The Man Who Dies, But The Evil Done By Him Survives…

Horror + Hexes

Prompt 1: Foolish explorers accidentally wander into a witch’s garden. One of them can’t resist plucking a berry from a bush, not giving it a second thought as they swallow it down, only for the horrific consequences of a curse to start taking form the next day. 

Necessary Criteria: “Please…you have to tell me you know how to make this stop.” 

Prompt 2: While treasure hoarding is generally frowned upon among honorable bounty hunters, some simply can’t kick the habit. This quickly proves to be a terrible mistake, though, as a cursed trinket starts to warp its owner’s mind and plunge them into a darkness that turns them on the one they love most. 

Necessary Criteria: Creative use of an everyday object as a weapon. 

Final Reminders:

Most importantly: Have Fun! 

Make sure to read the rules carefully! 

You’re always free to ask questions! 

Tag me in your entry + use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge! 

Happy Writing, everyone!

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