#trugger warning

[incorrectsheraquotes]

Entrapta: Hewwo! I will be youw suwgeon today! Intewnal bweeding you say? Let’s make ouw fiwst wittle incision.

Scorpia: Dowcto, wewre loswing her!!!

Entrapta: Quick! Hand me the defibwiwatow!

Catra: Please. Turn off my fucking life support.

[prideful-sins]

Well. Solomon. Pact Marks. Demon reader. And sex condition. That's it.

Tw: Blood

“So, that is your condition?” Solomon raises a brow as you stand in front of him, smirking and crossing your arms.

“You ain’t getting this demons pact without a little fun involved, I know of blood kisses, do you?” You step towards him and lightly push Solomon against the wall, hand by his head as you leaned close to him.

“Of course I have” he’s smirking and cocky, but your cockier. Your other hand coming to your shirt and undoing the buttons to reveal your chest, his eyes widen before squinting in confusion.

You continue to smirk as you place a knee between his legs, pressing your thigh against his groin, and holding your sharp nail onto the palm of your hand and slicing into your flesh, the blood drips down onto your chest before him and you gesture for him to do the same.

Solomon obeys, but only to get what he wants from you, undoing his buttons and slicing his own palm, his blood seeping onto the skin.

“Lick it.” You demand and he does, one long lick up your chest, to your neck, the side of your mouth before pulling away and holding his tongue out, your blood dripping from the flesh.

Your unharmed hand comes to his trousers and you undo his buttons, Solomon had plenty of time to say no or disagree but he always intended on giving you what you wanted for this pact, and he had always wondered what you were like to fuck.

He moaned as you pumped his shaft, leaning down to lick his blood from his chest in the same manner he had just done to you, and you stood there smirking at him, a bloody fang glinting in the light.

He leaned in and so did you, lips an inch away as his hips rocked into your hand. Brows knitted together as he contemplated the price, as he usually does, but before he can fully think your opinion him, blood intermingling with his as the bitter taste of iron filled your mouths.

“You got it now Sol, what are ya gonna do with it?”

[broken-from-memories]

How dare you say I'm not there for you when literally in the past week I've said how proud I am or I'm always here for you or if you want to ring me I'm always here in at least every three text messages. I'm sick of always playing the bad guy. I can't do this anymore. I'm so close to just ending it all, what does my life even matter anyway.

[kyaramaya]

Something life changingly bad happened to me this evening. I won't talk about it but I now know I need to at least TRY to start living. What's the fucking point if I don't

[uhhhhforgetaboutit]

Tw derealization or dissociation maybe?,

Okay so sometimes I do this thing. Idk if it's derealization or dissociation but it's weird? I don't know if I'm capable of dissociating but something happens in my brain. I'll be kinda fuzzy I guess, or hollow? I'll walk around and my eyes feel cold an empty and I kinda feel anxious? And I go in the bathroom and catch sight of my reflection and this loud sound happens in my brain. I kinda flinch, like I didn't know I'd have a reflection? But of course I have one, right? But it startles me, and when I keep looking at my reflection I feel like I'm looking at another person and not myself. It's weird and hard to describe. The closest thing I can compare it too is sleepwalking, or the feeling you get from being on the computer too long.

And sometimes I get what I call deja vu, but isn't? I feel like I know what's about to happen, and I feel anxious. And it's almost like time slows down and I can't control my body? But I can? Like being in the passenger seat of a car. I'm looking out of my eyesockets, rather than looking with my eyes.

Anyway this was a weird rant. Please ignore this, I'm writing it because I feel the need to, not because I want to worry anyone.