“There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.”

— Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong

so what’s your zodiac sign?

The stars and I don't get along.

When is your next lwek dropping? Fashionista King.

I beg your pardon?

can you pencil me in for a session daddy?

. . . it looks like I'm already completely booked this month.

why are you the way that you are?

You'll have to be more specific.

Or should I just say I made a child cry once and decided to devote the rest of my life to it so we can both move on?

Are you and Bill dating be honest I’ve heard rumors

@eyeofprovidence

fmk: bill, tiya, sanderson

What a juvenile question.

Fuck: Tiya. Don't get me wrong, I despise all the guardians, but the look on North's face if he were to find out is almost worth it. Marry: Bill. Not only is he the only tolerable member of this list, but he's one of the few beings whose company I genuinely enjoy. Kill: Sanderson. What? You didn't think I'd pass up on the opportunity to kill my greatest foe, did you?

@faiirytalcs @eyeofprovidence

Sketchbook Log: yeet

Date: 7/6/21

Traveling was made quite easy when all Peter had to do was slip into the shadows and could emerge wherever he pleased. It was a pathless realm few knew of, and fewer still could navigate, but finding his way through the dark had always come as second nature to him. The idea of having to lug around boxes of dirt or, worse yet, taking a mundane mode of transportation nearly sent a shiver down his spine. He'd sooner donate to charity than pack in amongst a horde of humans on a plane or the like. Not that Sibella minded that kind of thing, of course.

No, she was her mother's daughter through and through. A bleeding, unbeating heart. Lisa had been an uncommonly kind woman who naively sincerely believed in harmonious coexistence — and for that reason alone, Peter had been one of the few people who didn't like her all that much. A rather unpopular opinion to have, especially while she was alive, and not something he intended to ever let the count or his daughter find out. He doubted they'd take kindly to his true feelings about the angel of the Dracule family. Strange then, that he found Sib tolerable when she shared so many qualities with her mother. Perhaps she had just enough of her father in her to be worth keeping around.

"Indeed she would have," he answers flatly, his gaze sweeping around the park. This may be some Garden of Eden to Sibella, but Peter held about as much affection for the town as he did for a glittery gel pen. "Humans have a penchant for pushing monsters back into the shadows, though. I wouldn't get your hopes up."

it was nice to hear peter laugh , or even chuckle . it reminded sibella of her own father and how despite his intimidating and sometimes brooding demeanor , dracula still had a sense of humor . peter always did strike her as being more serious , contained , but it was fun to believe that she might've said something entertaining . ❛ i see ... i bat you are much more well - traveled than us ! i guess it's easier to go places when you don't need to bring boxes of transylvanian dirt to every trip , ❜ a thought that makes her scrunch up her nose . no wonder her dad only visited grimwood once a year , what a hassle it must be to pack !

❛ too many nonhumans ... but that's a good thing , isn't it ? the more of us , the scarier ! ❜ in sibella's eyes , it meant people like her and the ghouls , people like peter , were more likely to be accepted in the community . acceptance had never been a problem before evermore and while she thought she'd done a good job blending in when needed , there was the ever looming worry that she'd eventually be treat as , well , a monster . ❛ having both humans and nonhumans in evermore means we can coexist , that humans can trust us . ❜ a tiny smile cracks on her lips , ❛ mom would've liked it here . ❜

Peter's smile flickers for a moment. No one in town particularly likes being reminded they're trapped. Certainly not a millennia old being who's only restraints have ever been the forces of nature and the extent of his own abilities. If his age-old enemies hadn't shown up in Evermore as well, he might have thought the town to be a trap of their own making. An elaborate prison designed by the man in the moon himself. Their arrival and apparent lack of memories had proven that theory untrue, leaving him with even more questions. And without a foe to fight against, Peter had no choice but to simply sit and bide his time.

He has plenty of experience with waiting, but being stuck in the same little town with the same little people day in, day out with seemingly no end in sight... whatever intrigue the town once sparked in him had long since died out. Its only silver lining (not that he often looked on the bright side) was that everyone could him — no belief required.

"No, certainly not." Peter's tone matches that of Bill's as he remembers his own infuriating attempts at escaping. His shadows had never failed him before, yet every time he tried leave Evermore, he found himself at the edge of town unable to take another step forward. "But if anyone can break through whatever cursed magic this is, it's you." Peter was not so prideful as to not admit when another was more suited for a task than himself, and the demon had an exceptional talent for bending the rules of reality until they broke. Hopefully that applied to whatever tethered them to Evermore.

"I work as a therapist here, if you can believe it," He answers, certain his companion will find the situation amusing if nothing else. The king of nightmares helping humans sort through their fears and heal their wounded hearts?

his grin remains plastered upon his face, stretching impossibly wide - and it's genuine, in the presence of a good old friend like peter. amongst the hundreds, thousands of humans stuck with their simpleminded human concepts, not knowing anything beyond the eyes of their fleshsuits, it's liberating to be among company that truly understands.

"GOOD! I'D HATE TO THINK I WAS GETTING BORING!" sure, bill's existence may predate the existence of the universe itself, but he's always done his best to stay unpredictable as millions of years pass. why exist otherwise? "I CAN'T SAY EITHER OF US COULD HAVE PREDICTED THIS HICK TOWN BEING ABLE TO TRAP US." annoyance seeps through the smile stuck on his lips, as there's little more he detests than being trapped - but in time, that, too, will change.

"OH, IT'LL STRIKE AGAIN SOON. I CAN S̶͗ͅẼ̷̮Ë̸̘ İ̵̭T̵̗́." come to think of it, his dear old friend might just be able to help him escape. two ancient nightmare entities are better than one! "SAME 'OL, SAME 'OL. HAUNTING DREAMS, MAKING DEALS, FIGURING A WAY OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE!" to anyone who might overhear him, they'd likely assume he's joking from the absurdity of his words to the theatrics of every movement - and that works for him! "AND YOU? I KNOW YOU LIKE TO KEEP BUSY!" it's hardly like peter to stay idle.

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

Peter had encountered more people than he could remember, seen more faces than he could ever hope to recognize, but there were special cases scattered across millennia. Not humans, of course. They only served one purpose and were easily plucked from his memory. Their lives were so fleeting that he merely blinked and all that was left of them was the lingering taste of fear on his tongue. No, the names and faces Peter kept note of were those of a more arcane nature. Creatures who defied time and held within themselves a great deal of power, like himself.

Coming across Sibella in town had been an admittedly pleasant surprise. Finding out his ancient rivals were here as well was... less pleasant. But hearing the voice of one of his oldest companions(?) was a downright delight. Their's was a friendship as old as time, literally, and if the genuine quality of his reaction wasn't evident by the grin that crept its away across his face, then it certainly was made clear by how he ignored everyone around them. Who cared if a few caffeine-deprived mortals overheard a detail from their shared past?

Seeing Bill in person was strange in a way, considering they'd only ever met in the dreamscape. "Cipher, you never cease to surprise," Peter grinned, though he made no move to reach out to the demon in return. His mimicry of humans only went so far as his pride allowed. "We certainly did!" he chuckled. "A shame lightning hasn't struck twice since then. What are you up to these days?"

@shvdowspirit

like any normal human person, bill frequents evermore's local cafe to ingest as many shots of expresso it takes to keep his normal human body awake - and it seems, a similarly very normal human guy who he has definitely not known for millennia has the same idea today. mr. pitch black, sharp-dressed as always and accented with that general aura of dread - what's not to love?

encountering fellow demons - spirits, entities, whatever the hell you wanted to call them - in the same dreams is too rare to be a particularly common occurrence, yet good 'ol peter's remained a constant since the dawn of humanity. if constants remain constant if only seen every few centuries. regardless, bill would call him an old friend, a reliable buddy with similar enough goals - and if it isn't great to have friends in this little town!

"PETER, MY OLD PAL!" bill's form may shift and change, but his voice remains the same - too loud, echoing endlessly in your ears long after he's gone. "IT'S BEEN... HA, DIDN'T I RUN INTO YOU IN KUBRICK'S MIND A FEW DECADES AGO? WE ENDED UP INSPIRING HIM TO MAKE SOME DECENT FILMS, DIDN'T WE?" a smile plastered upon his face, he moves nearer to offer peter a pat on the back - like regular humans do when seeing their old friends.

streaming a century from now on ghoulu and neverflix

@ghovlpire @eyeofprovidence

If he were a better, kinder man, he might have seen the dejected look on her face and regretted how blunt his answer had been. But it was not Peter's in nature to soften his words, nor was he accustomed to remorse. He saw no point in lying to spare her feelings. It was a truth she'd learn eventually, why let her hope against the inevitable? She seemed to move on from her melancholy, thankfully, and quickly returned to prattling on about the dilemmas of immortality.

"I should certainly think so," Peter chuckled. Of all those he'd met whom time left untouched, he could count the few who were as old as him (if not older) on one hand. She did raise a good point, however. He thought on it for a moment. "I don't make it a habit of staying any one place for too long, so this situation is rather new to me as well." Not the answer she likely wanted, but an honest admission. Another bit of seldomly given information about his past to be tucked away in some recess of her mind. "With the way things are going, though, I doubt it will reach that point. There are far too many nonhumans in town for it to remain a secret for much longer."

so , it really was just as she had imagined . birthdays lost their magic after a while , and also their meaning . what's another year for someone who's been alive for centuries ? ❛ oh , ❜  there was no real surprise in her voice , but more so a kind of acknowledgment . peter was the closest sibella had to someone like her father in evermore and while they were definitely not the same , he was a family friend . it was enough , it had to be . ❛ i see . ❜ 

sinking back into the bench a little bit ( after all , she was mindful of her posture ) , sibella let out a thoughtful sigh . ❛ i know , i know ... it won't be long now before i stop aging . i guess , in a way , we're just like humans in that we only get so many birthdays . ❜  a chuckle , but it wasn't much of a lively one . she wasn't sure she looked forward to staying the same while so many of her friends continued to age . ❛ people are gonna wonder why i'm not aging . it wouldn't be a problem in transylvania but , well ... it's different here . have people ever asked you about this stuff , maybe outside of evermore ? ❜ she asks , curious . ❛ of all of daddy's friends , i believe you're the oldest ! ❜  

#life of the party (insp)