#sinher

[onlyincanadayousay2]

Jann Arden guest on the Social, CTV, with the co-hosts

[take-me-to-hogwarts99]

Can you play me a memory?

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[videodoomed]

@sinher asked: don’t care if you think i’m dumb. && i just want it to be perfect; to believe it’s all been worth the fight  𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

He’d seen coverage of the hotel just like any other schmuck on the street. Voxtek wasn’t his to run: not unless he managed to push what Vox did exist present-day out of his own company to replace him, which historically had gone  B A D L Y . Getting chummy with his other self was also a mixed fucking bag. He didn’t have the patience for it. Not this time. So Vincent went where he knew he wouldn’t be turned away if he put on a show.

It looked like she thought he had something smart to say to her. He didn’t. 

“Dumb is a strong way of putting it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Pain came with having a CRT for a head. “I would call you an idealist. I mean… a rainbow? In every demon? Really? Have you met a sinner before? We’re fucking terrible! Haa-ha!!” Vincent’s eyes went wild, one hand bracing on the rim of the top of his head. How long had it been since he even had the idea of Heaven as a prospect? Even close to a twinkle in his eye? He’d given up on it, accepted the fact he belonged in hell long before he ever had blood on his hands. This was all there was for him. He knew that. So why was he breathing so hard? Why did it feel like his heart might give out?

“And have you ever considered that some of us aren’t worth the effort? I mean how the fuck do you think it’s going to work for mass murderers? Is just being better going to work? And what about the things we can’t change no matter what we try to do? At some point you just have to accept we’re doomed, and that’s it!” 

Thank fuck this place had a bar. Vincent rounded it, pushed his way around the mangy ass barkeep to dig for the shittiest beer he could find. Just the worst one. He popped the cap off with the heel of his boot before chugging it right down the inexplicable and illogical tv hatch. Exhaling long and slow, he tried to get his heart to still. “… Sorry. That’s probably not what you want to hear either. I don’t think you’re stupid, I just think you’re wrong.”

He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, leaning back in one of the many plush chairs of the lobby. “But hey. What do I know, right? If this whole thing works then I’ll be the one who looks like an idiot, along with anyone who’s laughed at you. Think of it that way.”

[alteregozowie]

” I will give you a sticker if you just lay down and don’t throw your shoes across the room. “

Child-Care Starter:

There was a moment's pause, the sticker being heavily taken into consideration, as Alastor held the shoes locked and loaded and ready to launch them across the room if necessary. He was exhausted, in pain, and being an absolute terror about it - the breaking point had been a nightmare to handle. The tone in Charlie's voice was a testament to exasperation.

He might be the Radio Demon, who broadcasted victim's screams for all of Hell to take in, Sinners fearfully ran from him on the streets - but when it came to being asked to take a nap?

Impossible. He was impossible.

But he did really like stickers. Therein lied the dilemma. Damn.

"........is it a holographic sticker? Because I don't want it if it's not a neat shiny one." But at the very least, it got him to come down enough to be an adult again. Or sounding like one. For now.

[fallesto]

❛ Can’t break me, I’m not givin’ up. ❜

THIS WOMAN AGAIN? I really need to install some locks on the doors to his tower. As he remains focused on his plate, the greasy barbecue sauce glimmers enticingly on his ribs.

"They were merely animals."

HE REMARKS WITH A NONCHALANT SHRUG, HIS TONE A STARK CONTRAST TO CHARLIE'S SEETHING ANGER.

The rich, smoky aroma of the ribs permeates the air, blending with the subtle metallic scent of the weapons strewn about. The gentle crackle of the fireplace is the sole sound that disrupts the heavy silence that envelops them, each crackle a dagger twisting in Charlie's stomach. He can hardly believe his ears.

SOMEONE LIKE HER, THE ABSOLUTE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL, A TRUE PRINCESS OF HELL, WAS ULTIMATELY JUST TRASH, SO WHY SHOULD HER THOUGHTS AND WORDS HOLD ANY WEIGHT?

SHE WAS AS WORTHLESS AS ALL THE REST.

His gaze remains fixed on his meal, yet a barely perceptible smirk forms on his lips, hidden beneath the layers of sauce and grease. This was far more significant, indulging in this delectable feast.

With careful slowness, he licks his fingers, relishing the sweet and smoky flavor before wiping them clean on his napkin. He inhales deeply, as if gearing up to deliver a meticulously rehearsed monologue.

"They didn’t experience pain, Charlie. They were simply... sinners. Like marionettes without strings. No thoughts, no emotions."

 HIS CHILLING WORDS LINGER IN THE ATMOSPHERE, COLD AND CALCULATED.

"Listen, babe, when you have your own kids, you’ll understand, right? They all belong to me anyway, and they’re all disappointments, so I’m doing the divine work here. A little brat like you just won’t get it. This is god’s plan, and all these sinners, came from me, a father knows best, so I punish them, killing them all over again, and besides, it’s so much fun.”

[mortvaryassist]

@sinher asked ❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

the corners of his lips quirked upward in amusement at her words before a hum came from the vampire. ❝ ----- you know, most people would take offense to that, but i don't. ❞ he responded, soon folding his arms over his chest as he looked at her. ❝ so question.... what makes me an idiot in the first place? ❞