#Jax writes

[ghostkingart]

Prompt 6 - Stay

June 6th

@jegulus-microfic

word count: 224

story no. 2 for this prompt

content warning: angst

“It doesn’t have to end this way,” said James desperately.

Regulus rolled down his sleeve. “It’s done, James. I’m sorry.”

“No, we–we can still fix this. You could leave it all behind, you could come stay with me and Sirius, we can—”

“There is no us, not anymore,” Regulus said. He had been trying to keep his tone flat, but now he sounded truly sorrowful. Hurt. “We can’t do anything.”

“They’ve hurt you,” James said. “This,” he grabbed Regulus’s left wrist and lifted up his arm, “is hurting you. And they’ll only keep doing it. Please. I’m just trying to—”

“Save me!?” Regulus wrung his hand free. He held his left hand to his chest. “There’s no saving me, James. It’s too late. I just wanted you to know, that’s all. I’m—I am sorry.”

“Please. Please, don’t do this. Stay. We can figure it out.”

Regulus only shook his head.

James’s shoulders dropped. “I wish you hadn’t told me.”

“The only alternative was for me to break your heart. I didn’t want to do that.”

“Well, now it isn’t just my heart that’s broken.

The words cut through Regulus like a knife. He thought he might faint. To avoid that, and to make this entire ordeal less painful, he simply said, “Goodbye, James.” He turned around.

“I love you,” James said.

Regulus walked away.

[barghuest-draws]

It's the first week after leaving the Void behind. Logan's just trying to become a better man and get used to this new life.

But that also means confronting his feelings towards Wade.

Because what happened in the Odyssey must NOT stay in the Odyssey. Part 2 of my Poolverine Series~

[thatweirdbitchjax]

I really like Art

Art, little girl and reader having a family outing

So this one is just gonna be some good old wholesome family time, no killing in this one. I believe that I called the young girl Annie in the last one I did for art, so her name will be Annie from here on out until she is given a cannon name. Also, this will probably just be a little drabble for now lol.

Creds to @strangergraphics for the dividers (I keep forgetting to, and I am so sorry)

A Day Out

Art, Annie and Reader don't go out much when they aren't killing or stalking prey. Reader, and Art basically became Annie's parents when they found her, opting to take care of her. Today was the aniversery of the day that Art and Reader found Annie, so Reader decided to take them to the mall, helping them look, kinda, normal so the cops wouldn't get called.

After everyone was dressed and ready, they got in the car, Art driving, and pulled out. Annie was in the back, mimicking the voices of the people on the radio while Reader and Art were in the front seat, Art with one of his hands resting on their thigh, and Reader with a sketchbook in their lap, sketching Art's face. Art tapped your thigh twice, prompting you to look up. A smile grew on Art's face as some cops waves y'all past a wreck, it didn't look like anyone survived. Reader shook their head softly, a small smile growing on their face as they looked back down at their book.

"Take a left up here." They said after looking up at Art to take in more details of his face and noticing the confused look he had.

He looked aver at them and smiled again, nodding and taking a left. Soon enough, we pulled up to the mall and began heading in, Art and Annie holding hands and skipping up towards the doors. Reader looked down at their phone for a few moments, but quickly heard shoes skidding across the ground. They quickly looked up, seeing Art sitting on the ground and Annie falling with him. Reader shook their head and began getting closer, helping Annie first, then Art.

"I told you not to wear those shoes with those pants." Reader said, gesturing to his clown like shoes. He had refused to put any other pair on despite wearing some baggy jeans that were a bit too long for his legs. He mimed giggling and gave a sheepish shrug, allowing you to dust him off.

Reader, Art, and Annie had a wonderful day at the mall. Raiding the food court, causing a bit of mayhem, keeping Annie away from the back of Spencer's. It was an amazing day, and none of them could wait to do it again.

Hope you enjoyed! :)

Tags: @zeroisreallygood

[jaxwrites]

2024

A SWEATSHIRT LIKE A SUNSET

DO NOT BLEED INTO THE SNOW

ALLOW THE GLASS TO DROP BUT DONT FORGET TO LET IT GO

LEARN SOMETHING

FORGET SOMETHING

THIS SHOULDER'S WEIGHT IS YOURS

TAKE YOUR TIME

MAKE SOME SLIME

DO NOT AFRAID TO CLOSE THE DOORS

AND MOST OF ALL AND LEAST OF ALL

GET UP GET UP GET UP

[jaxwritess]

Bittersweet Memories (Darkstache)

TW: Angsty, Wilford briefly remembers the past, crying

Dark often found himself listening to Wilford's aura— usually, a barely-audible song, which most people might mistake as an earworm— without even meaning to. He did it for many reasons. For one, they often couldn't help it. Maybe they were just better attuned to the sound. Wilford's excitement sometimes made the music quite hard to miss. But on the other hand, there were some rare days when the fast-paced music would slow and distort, and those were the ones that worried Dark the most. There were a few reasons the usually bright music might sound grim, and frankly, he didn't like what any of them might be.

Today, as Dark was wrapping up a meeting, their own aura was ringing just a tad louder than usual, stress and annoyance building. Maybe that's why he didn't pick up on the shift in Wilford's music immediately. When they did, however, their stomach dropped. His partner (in crime, for life. Either worked depending on the day) had elected to stay downstairs and out of the meeting today but had refused to say why. For a split second, Dark wondered if maybe Wilford had stepped out of the building, but he stood from his seat when he heard a long, wonky note.

"Meeting dismissed. I don't have time for questions today; if anyone needs anything, reach out via Google Blue."

The android frowned and narrowed its eyes, but didn't say anything when Dark made eye contact. Instead, it folded its hands and nodded stiffly. Dark had something else to attend to. That didn't make him any less salty, of course, especially when several of the others crowded around to ask questions.

Dark didn't have time to dwell too much on the other's glare and instead retreated from the room, leaving their things to be packed up later. Something was going on with Wilford, and that took priority.

He followed the soft music to his office downstairs, and he felt a pinch more anxiety. Was Wilford looking for him? He didn't often spend time there unless Dark was working, so it was difficult to reason why else he might be there. He raised a hand to open the door but paused briefly to collect his thoughts as he picked up on another quiet, warped note. If he was visibly distressed, it would probably make Wilford feel even worse. They took a deep breath— technically, they didn't need the oxygen, but it helped ground them regardless— and felt their shoulders rise and fall. Wilford seemed to be less prone to reading the auras, so even as Dark's rang louder, his expression and posture would be what mattered most. He closed his eyes and repeated the process before finally letting his hand find the handle, and he cracked the door open.

He peered in, doing a courtesy sweep of the room before his eyes landed on his desk chair, which was turned away from the door. "Wilford?" They asked gently, cautious. When the other was like this, sometimes it was difficult to know when he would be sad or violent. Some days, it could be both. It depended on what it was he remembered on any given day.

Still, despite the lack of verbal response, he heard a loud sniffle. Quietly, they stepped inside and shut the door. As they moved closer, they made a point to walk a little louder, hoping not to surprise their husband. "Wilford, is everything alright?"

As they rounded the desk, Wilford span the chair slightly, just enough to look at them from the corner of his eye. He was still silent, save for a few teary sniffles, letting his gaze fall back to a metallic tin in his hands.

Dark took a moment to notice just how much brown was in both Wilford's hair and his mustache, leaving just the tips to be the usual bubblegum pink. If Dark had to guess, he was remembering quite a bit of their shared past. He took a moment to look at the box in Wilford's hands, and a lump formed in his throat.

They were both quiet for a long few minutes before Wilford weakly lifted the box. "I gave these to her, just before..." He stopped, letting his hand fall back to his lap. "Do you know the superstition behind these?"

Dark took a moment to compose himself as he drew closer, then gently put a hand on the other's shoulder. "A person's first tarot cards are meant to be gifted to them." He mumbled, watching as Wilford opened it and read the engraving on the inside.

"Mark wouldn't do it," he laughed, though it sounded bittersweet. "She didn't ask me to, but I found some during one of my trips to the East. I..." He paused, then moved to wipe away some of his tears with one of his wrists. "She was so happy."

"She was." Dark agreed softly, crouching down.

Wilford stared at the deck, though he closed the container again before doing anything else. He let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe she kept them." He thought, maybe, she'd have gotten rid of them after the truth came out.

"Of course she did." Carefully, he turned the chair, so that Wilford was facing him.

"She loved me, didn't she?" He finally made eye contact with his partner as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Gently, he took the box from Wilford's hands and placed it on the desk, then moved to gently grasp his hands. The other made no protest. "She does. They both do." Carefully, they guided him to stand up, then lifted his hands to kiss them softly.

Wilford was quiet for a few long moments, staring down at nothing in particular. Slowly, his gaze moved to meet Dark's, and he frowned. "Is it ever lonely? Being the only one to remember?"

They hummed, dropping their gaze to their hands. "Sometimes..." He paused to let go of the other's hands, instead opting to loosely hold his hips. "But I know you're happier not remembering."

He followed Dark's lead, letting his hands find a place on their shoulders. "You don't mind? Even if I'll just forget it all again?"

At that, he moved to kiss Wilford's cheek. "Of course not. It's not your fault."

He leaned closer to bury his face in Dark's shoulder, letting out another quiet sob.

Wilford didn't speak again, not for a few minutes, and by then, the pink was returning to his hair and the music in his aura was picking up again. He leaned back to look at Dark, confused by his expression, and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears on his own face. "Did something happen, Darky?"

He sighed, moving a hand to cup Wilford's cheek. When the other leaned into his hand, he offered a somber smile. "Nothing for you to worry about, Wil."

[winnie-the-monster]

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

[mattmonss]

Yaaaaaaaaaaawnnn

[gigifluidcat]

"I love asshole characters" bitches when the character is actually an asshole and isn't a "misunderstood bad boy with a soft side that can only be seen by them":

[modernperplexity]

I’ve been brainstorming Chapter 2 scenarios when I can, but I’ve consistently felt blocked. Tried to listen to music that I thought would inspire me but that didn’t really help. Last night at 2:00 am, I laid on my deflated air mattress (a story for another time) restlessly in my bedroom, which now consists of boxes and utter chaos, and ideas just flowed.

Funny how our brains work :)

[bananafire11]

Sleepless Nights🌙

And the pajamas, ofc

I really like these 3

[ghostkingart]

Prompt 9 - Idolize

June 9th

@bartylusmicrofic

word count: 314

content warning: suggestive content (18+)

Barty tipped Regulus’s chin up. He had a smirk on his face, staring Regulus down. “What’s wrong? Nervous?”

Regulus wasn’t only nervous. He tried to turn his head away and break eye contact, but in response to that, Barty grabbed his face more firmly and held him in place.

“There’s no need to be nervous, love. It’s just me.”

“Just you?” Regulus said breathlessly. “Just you? Barty, I…” he swallowed. The truth was, he idolized Barty. But how to say that without it sounding utterly pathetic?

“What?” Barty sounded amused.

Regulus frowned. “Piss off.”

“I don’t think you want me to.” Barty pulled him a bit closer. Regulus could feel his breath on his lips.

Fuck.

The nervousness was turning into something more, something restless and hot.

“I know you like me,” Barty then said and Regulus’s heart stopped. Seeing his terrified expression, Barty chuckled. “It’s alright, love. I like you too. But I want you to say it first.”

Regulus was quiet for a while. “And if I do that? What’ll you do?”

“Let’s keep that a surprise.”

Regulus’s brain worked overtime to try and decide whether he wanted to take this chance or not. He didn’t like being bossed around, but… if it was Barty…

“I like you. I idolize you. I–I’ve been obsessed with you for a while now…”

The more Regulus said, feeling pathetic and afraid that Barty would be disgusted, surprisingly, the more Barty’s smile grew and his eyes gleamed.

“Obsessed with me, huh?”

Regulus swallowed and nodded.

“You flatter me. How about I make it up to you for your adoration?”

“How would you—?”

Regulus was cut off when Barty pushed him up against the nearest wall and kissed him hard. Barty got handsy very quickly, and he lifted his knee in-between Regulus’s thighs.

Oh.

So that’s what he meant.

The two were in for a long night.

[ghostytoad]

not rottmnt related but i'm sick with the flu and i cant get this stupid little show out of my mind - send help

[thatweirdbitchjax]

I'm not to sure wtf this is, but here you go :3

TW: gore, death, abuse, choking, kidnapping(?), stolkholm sydrome(?)

His hands wrapped around my throat, but for once in my life, I didn't fear him. It only strengthened my need for freedom, made me more determined to get the fuck out of here. Most say you can feel your windpipes closing as someone squeezes your throat. That's not true though. You lose your sense of breathing almost as soon as their hands wrap around you. (this coming from someone who has actually been choked before)

Just as quick as his hands arrived, they disappeared as he tossed me into the bed frame, effectively bruising my hip. It all happened in a whim as I stood before being slapped across the face, effectively knocking me back to the ground. My vision flooded with white as I hit the ground, my head bouncing off the tile floors as rain poured down outside. My head pounded as he continued yelling at me, my ears ringing as a particularly loud rumble of thunder shook the house.

Looking up at the "man" in front of me, I held back my tears of anguish and stood as he walked away, following him. Tackling him to the ground, I groaned as he landed on my leg, an awkward crack ripping from my bone. I was looking at the world, no longer through rose colored glasses, but instead, crimson colored ones.

My brain was too distracted at how easy it was to surprise the surprisingly strong man to register the pain of my broken leg. I begun hitting and punching him rapidly in the face, blood splattering my hands and fists as his nose broke, lip busted, and jaw snapped. Finally, the man stopped shaking as I took a hunk of flesh between my teeth, ripping it from his neck and tearing his jugular. A blood sick look filled my face as my smile simply grew, blood spraying my face and dripping down my chin.

@puppet200 @purpleeggyboi @th3-r4t-48 @zeroisreallygood @im-a-simp898 @luciluck2046 @evry1h8s-me @aflairforthemelodramaticc @caretaleandotherstuff

[jaxwrites]

ghosts take 2(working title)

i'm staunching a wound with sandpaper

i last saw this red a few lifetimes ago

on a letter from a friend

hoping to be my lover

i recognized them in my new city a month ago

i'm not sure they recognized me

i'm catching raindrops on my umbrella

and watching the rocks on the walkway darken

the way an old soulmate and i did

while pursuing a promise to a pal

i think i thought i saw them here, too

i think i saw them dart away, but i was trying not to watch

my new city has a fencing gym

a once-upon-a-time brother might be training at

we'd meant to learn the art of stabbing together

if he's gotten good enough

i might let him try on me some time

one can mourn the past without wishing to return to it

and darling, i'm dawning

i am living a lifetime now

and my partner reminds me

that i am not who i have been

and it hurts like a quick band-aid

tears me from my past lives

he is teaching me to repot

with a succulent an old one gave me

the cactus has outlived him

and i intend to keep it that way

my sister on my telephone rings

and tells me about things i have been

by way of things she is

it is sunshine to know that my old selves are not dead

it's just not my turn to live them anymore

i am in mourning for my life

i am in morning of my life

i am drinking in the moonlight

and soaking in the sunlight

and dripping with the rain

and drying with the blood

and i am finding the way i will be

[jaxwritess]

Feverish (Platonic JJ, Virgil, Roman)

A self indulgent sick-fic.

Despite already being bundled in a blanket, JJ shivered again, eyes closed against the dim lighting of the room. His sleep was fitful and sporadic, and his brief, feverish dreams didn't help matters.

A knock at the door startled him, and he peeked an eye open cautiously. When the door opened, light from the hall streamed in, and he was quick to shut his eyes tight again. Still, despite his eyes being closed, he recognized the soft voice of the younger Side.

"How are you feeling?" Virgil closed the door behind himself, leaving it open just a crack so he could find it in the dark room. When a small slide produced by JJ just indicated a groan, he hummed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Have you been able to sleep at all?" Gently, he placed a hand on JJ's forehead, gauging his temperature before brushing some of his hair back.

"... No." The text on JJ's subtitle slide glowed softly so it could be read in the darkness, though the small letters indicated the whisper that would have come with it, had he actually spoken. He peeked back at Virgil, though he couldn't make out much more than his shape in the darkness

The Side hummed again, cupping his cheek— he didn't bring up the fact that JJ leaned into the touch, aware that he was searching for more heat— before glancing back at the door. "Think you could stomach some soup?"

JJ grumbled softly, incoherent even on the slide, but it took him a long moment to actually decide on an answer. He had to imagine the process first but when the idea didn't make him queasy, he nodded softly. "I think so."

The Side smiled and nodded, moving to gently ruffle JJ's hair before standing up again. "I'll go make some, okay?" He could see the other's faint nod, though he didn't pick up on the disappointed expression in the dark. "Did you want anything else?" Again, JJ shook his head. "Okay," his voice grew softer, "Ro's gonna be here in a bit." And with that, he quietly slipped back out of the room.

Silence settled in the room, and JJ idly shut his eyes again. They stung from his lack of proper sleep, but there truly wasn't anything that he could do to alleviate that. Without rest, the best he could do was keep them closed and relax. With the room staying quiet save for a small clock ticking in the corner, it was fairly easy for the Septic Ego to get lost in his train of thoughts.

However, this only made it easier for him to be surprised by the soft knock at the door. Again, he peered towards it warily, though he was quick to relax at the sight of the creative Side. For a moment, he only stared, but then he reached an arm out towards Roman, a wordless way to beckon him closer.

Roman did the same as Virgil had just minutes before, leaving the door open somewhat so he would be able to find it again when he inevitably needed it. "Hey kiddo, I just bumped into Virge. How're you feeling?"

JJ was silent for a moment as he watched Roman put something down on the bedside table, mulling over an answer. Eventually, he settled on pulling the blankets closer. "... Cold."

The older Ego hummed, softly pressing his wrist to JJ's forehead. "Well, I've got something to help the fever here, but it won't warm you up..."

Before JJ could figure out what that meant, Roman was brushing his hair back again, then dabbing a cool, damp cloth to his forehead. He shivered, making a half-hearted attempt to push his head away, shocked by the dramatic temperature difference.

Roman smiled sympathetically. "Sorry kiddo, I promise it'll help." His hand shifted to card his fingers through JJ's hair, then pat him on the head gently as he took back the cloth. "Henrik suggested I get something else for you, too..."

JJ peered up at him, then followed the movement of his hand to the shape on the nightstand. He watched blearily, but he lit up when the owl plush was offered to him, and he was quick to hold it to his chest. "... Thank you."

The Side hummed softly to acknowledge the words, reaching to gently mess with JJ's hair again. "It's no problem, James. We want to be sure you're comfortable." He fell quiet for a moment before slowly standing, "I know Virgil's getting you soup, but how about some tea?"

His gaze moved from the plush in his arms back to the Side when he stood up, and automatically he reached to grab the end of Roman's sleeve. His grip was loose, but it was enough to make the other pause. "... Can you lay with me for a while?" He was embarrassed to ask the question, but he really didn't want to be left alone. Sure, it wouldn't be for terribly long, but both of the Sides had been in and out of the room all day trying to make him feel better. Right now, he just wanted to cuddle.

When Roman glanced at the door for a moment, JJ was worried he would leave, but he was pleasantly surprised when the other turned back and nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed, and JJ scooted over to give him more space.

"I guess this means you don't want tea?" Roman murmured lightheartedly as he laid down on top of the blankets, facing JJ.

The only response he offered was a silent hum as he moved closer. Roman was warm, and JJ couldn't help but shiver again before burying his face in the other's chest. He still hugged the plush close, but he couldn't help but feel more comfortable with the Side next to him as well.

When JJ didn't seem to be willing to give any other response, Roman settled on carefully wrapping an arm around him— tight enough to hold him close, but still loose enough that he could get away if he so pleased. The other snuggled into the hug though, and he let out a quiet laugh. "Get some sleep if you can, kiddo."

When Virgil returned to the room with a small bowl of chicken soup, he was surprised to see the two figures cuddled together. He laughed to himself, rolling his eyes as he set the warm bowl down on the nightstand.

Roman, barely awake, turned his head to look at him. "What's up, stormcloud?"

The younger Side sighed playfully, kissing him on the cheek. "You're just going to get yourself sick too, you know?"