#underscore_idea

[pontifikado]

for his final act of love, Driver — who's stained with blood that isn't his; shimmering with perspiration; and his body thrumming with adrenaline — tells you his real name, and gives you a look that's asking you to stay with him and for you to run far, far away from him.

[pontifikado]

Can i propose the idea of blasphemous sex with reader and lars? maybe reader practices witchcraft or is borderline a cultist and is coworkers with lars and temps him into doing sinful things ugh

religious guilt and corruption is my jam idk about you friend

oh my god (blasphemously)

have i mentioned that my favorite film of all time is The VVitch? because my favorite film of all time is The VVitch. i am so into this shit.

wouldst thou like the taste of butter, Lars? (i think he would)

you get him into bed with you once and he's convinced that you did something to him because he's obsessed. can't come by himself, can't get off unless he's thinking of you, and it happens so many times a week; he thinks that he's going crazy.

i think it'd be more interesting if the cause is vague. are you evil? is it his lust that's evil? or is it because he's repressing it that it's turning him into this version of himself with a monstrous appetite? Lars doesn't know what's happening; why he's so fixated on satiating this hunger when he's been fine just sublimating it by chopping wood, but what's clear to him is that he can't solve his "problems" unless he turns to you.