#harrison blackwood

[scowlsnwhiskey]

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1988, terrorists accidentally awaken Martian invaders from the original War of the Worlds invasion. By accidentally exposing the Martians to radioactive waste the germs were killed that kept the aliens dormant. This time around the aliens decided to invade a little lower key and reveal that they have the ability to take human bodies as disguises. A survivor of the original attack is soon wise to their reappearance and starts to hunt them with his colleagues and military handler. ("The Resurrection", War of the Worlds, TV)

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a random starter for @godmona | Harrison Blackwood & Fable Vaughn

If someone were to tell Harrison Blackwood that the love of his life would show up at his doorstep with a tiny human in hand asking for a place to stay, he wouldn't have believed it unless Donatello confirmed it. The night prior, Harrison had been catching up on paperwork for both his environmental company and record label. The Gods knew that he had been putting off for some time now and documents needed signatures and meetings needed to be plan.

When he was elbows deep in documents, he received a text from his adoptive sister, Sloane Blackwood.

[ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 ❄️😈 ]: Hey, Mr. Friendly Green Giant, I left a present ya on your doorstep. Don't let them wait outside too long.

That was the text that changed his life and what felt like life times ago came flooding back at once. Dark brown eyes, silk dark hair, the most beautiful complexion and a laugh that made his heart pound like a drum in a metal song. Memories of his first kiss, first date, and many other firsts made him believe he was dreaming. But he wasn't, if anything it was a dream to see Fable Vaughn at this door. It was like time didn't pass at all, the only thing that changed was the tiny child she had attached to her hand. As much as he wanted the child to be his, it seemed like she moved on just like he had - at least to an extent. Harrison personally never loved the way he loved Fable. Sure there had been flings, a casual relationship here and there but all those women weren't her.

They had minimal time to catch up given how exhausted they both looked, so Harrison set up one of the spare guest rooms in his manor for them. The next morning, he was cooking breakfast for the both of them. He could have had his demonic staff prepare the food but he wanted to it personally.

Standing in the kitchen, in grey sweatpants, black socks, and fuzzy slippers, Harrison was making hashbrowns, eggs, bacon, pancakes, and waffles. Breakfast wasn't breakfast without waffles. Wiping away any batter that slipped on his college sweater ( Harrison never liked letting things go, clothes mainly ). He began dishing up plates for Fable and her child, Tarian (the kid didn't talk much, but he hoped he could win them over with food ). Once the plates were fully stacked he turned to see Fable standing quietly. A bright smile spread on his features in addition to a light blush on his cream-colored cheek.

"Good Morning, I made breakfast. "

[faofinn]

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’ 

Fao had been working flat out. Surgical training was no joke, the hours were long and the shifts gruelling. He wasn’t long back from his first tour, which had been amazing, but tiring, and now he was back to the rigours of the wards in Birmingham. 

He’d not slept much that night, struggling with the changeover from night shifts to days, and he was looking forwards to getting home and to his bed. But that was a distant prospect now, he had a shift to work, even if he was falling asleep into his handover sheet. 

He had a headache brewing, and had just rested his head on the desk for a second, just to breathe, that was all. 

“Blackwood!” 

The shout startled him, sitting up quickly. He must’ve dozed off. Shit. 

A glance at his phone told him he was ten minutes late to the morning handover. Well, that was why he was being yelled at then. 

“Sorry, Sir.” He said quickly, grabbing his stuff. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” 

He managed to get through his meeting, though it was a struggle, and then it was straight to theatres. A mix of military and civilian patients, it certainly kept him busy, and he was shattered by the time it got to his break. He slipped out for a smoke, but it didn’t really help the headache, and he swung by the emergency department on his way back in to grab some chocolate, hoping that might help, along with the energy drink he’d shoved in his locker. 

Harrison had been on shift when Fao passed through. He went to call over to him when he saw the state of him. His frown deepened, notes forgotten, he stood, padding over to Fao.

"Wolfie?"

“Mm? Hey, Tomcat.” Fao said softly. 

"You look like shit."

“Charming as ever.”

"Are you feeling alright?" He rested a hand on his arm.

“Yeah, just a headache, you know how it is.” He murmured. “Got a bollocking for nearly missing handover this morning and I’ve only just got out of theatre.”

"Come sit down with me?" Harrison couldn't shake the worry.

“I’ve not got long.”

"Yeah, I know."

“Five minutes, whilst I eat this chocolate.” He said, caving all too easily. 

"Good." He grinned, leading the way.

He followed Harrison tiredly, dragging a hand through his hair. If his head would just stop pounding, he could cope with the tiredness. But he could barely think straight. 

"I'm sure we've got a spare treatment room."

“I’m not that bad.” He grumbled. 

"I know." He lied. "Just for some peace."

“Staff room’s fine, it’s only five minutes.”

"Nah, come on. This way."

“I don’t need a treatment room.” He protested, but didn’t have the energy to argue. 

Harrison pushed open the door, hopping up onto the bed. "How's today been, then?"

“Busy.” He said with a sigh, sitting next to Harrison. He used his teeth to open his chocolate wrapper, before offering Hars a square. 

Harrison took it gratefully. "Thanks. You look like you've not slept in a week."

“I feel like it.” He murmured, breaking off a piece for himself. “I did the overnight on call all of last week and it was so busy it’s killed me off. Feel like I’ve not been able to get enough sleep in between shifts, and now I’ve changed to days and it’s just as busy.”

"Been dizzy?"

“Occasionally.” He admitted. “But sod off, I’m just dehydrated with low blood sugar, so’s half the hospital.”

Harrison hummed. "Sure, sure. And how bad is the headache?" 

“Like someone is hammering a nail into my brain.”

"Any visual changes?"

“Stop doctoring and let me be miserable for five minutes.” He grumbled, eating another piece of chocolate. 

"I need an answer." He nudged him, reaching to steal another square. "What about feeling sick?"

“No visual changes but my dyslexia’s worse because I’m tired.” He said, resting his head on Harrison’s shoulder. “Bit of nausea, but the sugar is helping.”

Harrison wrapped an arm around him. "Any auras?"

“Mm, no.”

"Anything else you're not telling me?"

“I just can’t think straight.” He admitted. “I need a holiday, for fuck’s sake.”

"Can I do a set of obs on you?"

“No, because if they’re shit I can’t go back to work and I need to go back to work because I’ve already gotten in the shit this morning.”

"All the more reason I want to do some."

“I told my consultant five minutes for a smoke and something to eat.”

"I'm worried about you." He admitted. "I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason, I am."

“I’m fine, I’ve got a drink upstairs and I’ll sit and do some notes.”

"Please?"

“I should’ve gone to the vending machines outside theatres.” He huffed. “Fine. Make it quick.”

"You know we've got the best shit down here." He grinned, hopping off the bed. "I'll be quick. Sorry, the cuff's cold."

“I know, that’s why I came down. And it was on my way back.” He’d been hoping to bump into Harrison, admittedly, but not to be fussed over and bothered. He’d fancied five minutes to rant, that was all. “You’re not getting any more of my chocolate, though.” 

"Rude. I'll live."

He had another square, letting it melt in his mouth as Harrison fussed. His bleep hadn’t gone off yet, which was a relief, because the way it had been squealing at him all morning really hadn’t been helping things. “You better.”

"Mhmm." He hummed, watching the machine. "Can you stand up a sec for me?"

“I’m comfy.” He protested. 

"Please?"

“I know what you’re trying to do.” He complained, but stood up. His back was aching - his table hadn’t been high enough for his last case, and he was paying for it.

"Okay, you can sit." He pulled out his pen torch. "Stare at my nose, just gonna shine a light in your eyes."

Fao sat gratefully, ignoring how his head span. “No, c’mon, you said a set of obs, and I even went so far as to give you the standing BP. Enough, I need to go back to work.”

"No." Harrison was firm. "You're not. Not a chance."

“I’m tired and dehydrated, it can’t be that bad.”

"You're still not going back to work. I want you admitted."

“Leave off.” He protested. “I’ll go home, if you insist, but I don’t need admitting. It’s a headache.”

"Surely you'd feel better with some pain relief? Antiemetics? Please, it's for your own benefit."

“Chuck a couple of paracetamol at me and I’ll get Alex to take me home.”

"No." 

Fao was about to argue when his bleep went off, and he winced. “Time’s up, I need to get that.” He said, frowning at the number on the screen. 

Harrison pulled out his own phone, taking the bleep from Fao. "Yeah, I'm overruling you on that one."

“Tomcat!” He protested. “Let me call them back?”

"I said no." Harrison’s voice was uncharacteristically hard. "I'm calling them, you're gonna lie back on the bed and let me do my job."

He stepped back, deliberately out of Fao's reach, and dialled the number. Fao's observations weren't terrible, but they were enough to worry him, especially with how shit his friend looked. He didn't really care if Fao hated him for it; he couldn't, in good conscience, let him continue working when he was so obviously struggling so much. 

He huffed, but his headache was much too bad to really give too much protest. He wasn’t going after Harrison, at any rate. He shuffled his bum back on the bed, swung his legs up and kicked his shoes off, feeling better for it almost instantly, though he’d never admit it. Guilt flared, knowing he was supposed to be busy, but Harrison making decisions meant it had been taken somewhat out of his hands, which he appreciated. Leaning back against the back of the bed he let his eyes close, listening to Hars on the phone. 

"Hi, it's Dr Harrison from ED? No, you paged Blackwood, not me, that's right. Yeah, he's not coming back up, I'm admitting him." He kept his voice low, aware it wouldn't be helping Fao. "Honestly? You should be ashamed of yourself that you let him keep working. Anyone could see he wasn't well, I could tell a mile off. Go ahead, it's Harrison Cunningham, I don't care. Thanks, bye now."

“Harrison!” Fao hissed, reaching to throw a pillow at him. 

"Hey, you'll need that. It's a luxury around here." He teased, passing it back. "I'll go grab you a blanket and get you booked in, too. Then I'll send someone across and we'll get some treatment sorted, yeah?"

“You’re an ass.” 

"I know." There was a hint of pride behind his tone. 

Fao rolled his eyes, but tucked his pillow back under his head. “I should call them.”

Harrison laughed. "You sound like every drunk girl on a Saturday night. Get some rest."

“Get me a cup of tea?”

"Sir, yes, sir." He teased. "I'll be right back."

“If you’re gonna admit me you could at least get me a cup of tea. Might as well milk it.”

"Might as well make the most of it. Want me to call Alex? Sheila?"

“Don’t bother Sheila, but call Alex? You can doctor at her.”

"Alright, I'll do that while I'm getting your tea, yeah?" He said softly. "I'll send a nurse through."

“Thanks.” He said, rolling onto his front to bury his face in the pillow. 

Harrison hummed, shutting the door quietly behind him. He grabbed one of the nurses, smiling sweetly and apologising for the extra work. He then had the fun job of calling Alex, so scrolled through before pressing dial, heading to the staff room for the good tea.

Alex had been enjoying her day off, having taken the dog for a long walk that morning. Now he was napping, and she’d been watching some TV when her phone rang. She should’ve been studying, but of course she wasn’t, and she reached for her phone. 

“Harrison?” 

"I'm at work, you can't yell at me. But, I may have just admitted Fao?"

“I can definitely still yell at you. What’s happened? Is he okay?”

"He's got a migraine, don't think he's been sleeping. His obs aren't terrible, but honestly? He looks like shit. Got yelled at this morning, apparently, for falling asleep before handover. That's not like him."

“He didn’t sleep last night.” Alex agreed. “How bad is ‘not terrible’?”

"Fluids worthy but not resus?"

She sighed. “He’s such an ass. He’s been struggling for days with his sleep.”

"I'd say maybe he'd learn from this, but I know better."

“He definitely won’t. He needs to sort his mental health out again, keep an eye on him?”

"Don't we all?" He sighed. "You know I will. I'm just making him a cuppa, he's had some chocolate, but I'll get him something proper to eat."

“Thank you. Are you expecting to get him discharged in a couple of hours?”

"Depends how he behaves."

She laughed at that. “Yeah, true.”

"Are you wanting to come in?"

“If I can, yeah. I’ll kick his ass.”

"Cool, I'll let him know."

“Look after him, yeah? He’s trying to be a hard ass but he’s been really struggling.”

Harrison softened. "Of course I'll look after him. He's got me worried about him."

“Glad you’re looking out for him. I won’t be long, let him know I’m on my way.”

"I will. Drive safe."

“Always.” She murmured, and said her goodbyes before she hung up, grabbing some stuff for Fao.

When she arrived, he was on his side in the bed, though sipping the tea Harrison had brought him. He looked worse than he had done when he’d left the house that morning, but the smile he offered her as she appeared had her anger and worry evaporating like mist in the morning sun. 

“You daft shite.” She said, settling next to him and running a hand through his hair. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I know.” He murmured. “Sit wit’ me properly?”

She was always a soft touch for him, and so she settled on the bed properly. Fao sat up as she did so, putting his tea down, and then laid back down again, his head in her lap. They’d already given him antiemetics, and he had fluids running, which were making him feel better, but Alex there was certainly doing the hard work. Her fingers carding through his hair, he was asleep in minutes, warm and safe.

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Listening to the woman speak, Harrison found himself smiling as she spoke. Her accent was cute, and he could understand why his friend Tyler Atlas was so fond of them. However, a deep crimson spread across his cheeks when she asked him about kissing princesses often. ❝ I, well...I haven't, but I'd imagine they'd kiss like you. ❞ Harrison stated as he carefully withdrew his hand. However, despite the blush, his smile returned to his features when he heard that she remembered his name. ❝ Well, it's a pleasure to meet you formally, Ms. Larkin. ❞ He takes a moment to pause and shakes his head a little. ❝ I mean, Sophia. Sorry, I habitually call everyone by their last name when I first meet them. ❞

it's nerves, rather than embarassment really. the dare was intended to push sophia far out of her comfort zone, though she does query if that was a good or bad thing. and she also finds herself questioning the intentions behind it too. she'll push those thoughts aside for now though. ❛ well, it was almost this other guy but he seemed a little... grabby. you looked a lot safer. ❜ his next statement brings a smile to her face, a slight chuckle leaving her lips. ❛ you kiss a lot of princesses, do you? but thank you. oh, my perfume... it's vanilla scented. ❜ most of her fragrances have that note anyway. it does take her a moment to register his hand being held out, and she goes ahead and shakes it with her own. ❛ i actually do remember that. i'm sophia larkin. not so new to the london thing. i've lived here for most of my life. ❜

[treeroutes]

what's up ! non-exhaustive list of stories featuring weird plants :

The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham

The Night of the Triffids, Simon Clark

In the Tall Grass, Stephen King and Joe Hill

The Boats of the 'Glen Carrig', William Hope Hodgson

The Man Whom the Trees Loved, Algernon Blackwood

The Red Tree, Caitlín R. Kiernan

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer

The Willows, Algernon Blackwood

The Nature of Balance, Tim Lebbon

'Bloom', John Langan

The Ruins, Scott Smith

The Wise Friend, Ramsey Campbell

'The Green Man of Freetown', The Envious Nothing : A Collection of Literary Ruins, Curtis M. Lawson

The Beauty, Aliya Whiteley

The Ash-Tree, M.R. James

Canavan's Backyard, J.P. Brennan

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Jack Finney

The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher

'Reaching for Ruins', Crow Shine, Alan Baxter

'Vortex of Horror', Gaylord Sabatini

Hothouse, Brian W. Aldiss

Vaster than Empires and More Slow, Ursula K. Le Guin

Odd Attachment, Ian M. Banks

Deathworld #1, Harry Harrison

The Bridge, John Skipp and Craig Spector

'The Garden of Paris', Eric Williams

Apartment Building E, Malachi King

The Seed from the Sepulchre, Clark Ashton Smith

Rappaccini's Daughter, Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Nursery, Lewis Mallory

The Other Side of the Mountain, Michel Bernanos

The Vegetarian, Han Kang

Sisyphean, Dempow Torishima

The Root Witch, Debra Castaneda

Semiosis, Sue Burke

The Wolf in Winter, Charlie Parker #12, John Connolly

Perennials, Bryce Gibson

Relic, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child

Gwen, in Green, Hugh Zachary

The Voice in the Night, William Hope Hodgson

Ordinary Horror, David Searcy

The Family Tree, Sheri S. Tepper

The Book of Koli, Rampart Trilogy #1, M.R. Carey

Seeders, A.J. Colucci

Concrete Jungle, Brett McBean

The Plant, Stephen King

Anthologies/collections :

The Roots of Evil: Weird Stories of Supernatural Plants, edited by Michel Parry

Chlorophobia: An Eco-Horror Anthology, edited by A.R. Ward

Roots of Evil: Beyond the Secret Life of Plants, edited by Carlos Cassaba

The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

Sylvan Dread: Tales of Pastoral Darkness, Richard Gavin

Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic, edited by Daisy Butcher

Weird Woods: Tales From the Haunted Forests of Britain, edited by John Miller

'But fungi aren't plants' :

The Fungus, Harry Adam Knight

Growing Things and Other Stories, Paul Tremblay

The Girl with All the Gifts, M.R. Carey

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Fruiting Bodies, and Other Fungi, Brian Lumley

'The Black Mould', The Age of Decayed Futurity, Mark Samuels

What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher

The House Without a Summer, DeAnna Knippling

Mungwort, James Noll

Fungi, edited by Orrin Grey and Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Trouble with Lichen, John Wyndham

Notes :

all links lead to the goodreads page of the book, mostly because i like to look at book cover art ;

list features authors/books that i love (T. Kingfisher, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Ursula K. Le Guin, the collections from the British Library Tales of the Weird, etc.), but also a few that i don't like and some that i have not yet read ;

if upon seeing that list the first novel you check out is by Stephen King's you have not understood the assignment ;

not all of those are strictly horror stories, some are 100% science fiction (Brian W. Aldiss' Hothouse for instance).

[creepywrites]

Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine  Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

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Harrison had no idea why he was in a gym that was meant for boxing but Donatello said it'd be a good hobby to get into it and hopefully he didn't need to use his fists to hurt people. He was trying his best to land some punches but they felt..off like he wasn't doing it correctly. With a defeated look on his features, he reached for his things before he heard a voice. Looking up and over, he heard a woman speak to him. She's pretty. Harrison thought to himself, his face was already flushed from trying so hard to punch the bag. Standing up straight, he had to look down at her.

His expression was naturally a mean mug but he wasn't as a person. With his dark brown brows knitted together, he watched her movements. Right when he was about to give up, someone was kind enough to show him what to do. Following her back to the bag, he took note of her stance and the motions she gave. As he was watching, he mimicked her motions lazily as he was trying to engrain it into his mind. He gave a couple nods before approaching the bag once she moved. Taking the appropriate stance, fist above his shin, thumb on the outside he winded back his shots a couple of times before finally landing a hint.

THAWK. His fist was in the bag. " Oh my god, oh my god. " Harrison muttered frantically before taking his fist out of the bag allowing the sand to fall from it. " I-I'm so sorry. " His face was red with embarrassment, knuckles up to his wrist was covered in sand from the sweat that former prior. He avoided her gaze before finally glancing at her. " I can replace the bag, I promise. " Poor guy didn't know his own demonic strength. This is the last time I listen to Donnie.

“Y’know, if you keep punchin’ like that you’ll hurt YOURSELF rather than the punching bag.” Brows arched and arms crossed as she watched from a distance as the other made an attempt at throwing a few punches. “First off, keep your feet spread apart. And your posture needs to be straighter. Don’t move with your WHOLE body, and you have to shift your weight when you throw a punch, or else you’ll loose balance and end up flat on your face the second you swing.”

Taking a step back of show the other how to do it properly and standing up straight, motioning towards the punching bag. “Remember, make sure your hands are right above your chin. Keep you fists tight and make sure your thumb is outside and beneath your knuckles and make sure your elbows are tucked into your sides. Now try it again, PROPERLY this time, just like I showed you.”

open starter feat. alexa ngo

[thedemises]

things about my ocs cuz why not?

nhell rivers has lots of scarring on her body, especially the right side because of an explosion that was so powerful it blown off her arm and she made herself (with help) a metal arm in place of the missing arm (spoilers: the cause of said explosion was a firework from one of the enemy's grunts but the firework was more explosive than expected).

nhell rivers is also pretty much deaf in her right ear.

kaoru takamura is actually so psychopathic (needs to be in a mental hospital) that she mostly acts and appears “normal” to almost everyone, though that may or may not be a front she skillfully puts on. anyone who do know kaoru well enough mainly avoid her for good reasons, she doesn't care enough to be sad lol.

melaine harrison likes to go cloud gazing by herself since she hates loud noises and most of her friends are too much of a nuisance for her to focus and peaceful relax.

melaine harrison has a scar on the left side of her face that she got from a forest fire (yes, she lives in the woods with her parents that are still alive after the incident).

evgenia yefimova hates blue fire because it reminds her of the day her home burned down alongside her parents and younger sister, miriam—yet she uses blue fire against her opponents and enemies with her urumi sword.

freya danesworth is a short half-sparrow human, and they work as a delivery guy to earn money for a café called Artful Dreams which she works for as a side-job.

brooklyn is pretty much fearful of basically nothing except she fears breaking promises, and she's also a clean freak too- but not the obnoxious type of freak, like, “oh you stepped on a perfectly clean floor with your muddy shoes and thats okay itll be cleaned up in no time” type of freak.

brooklyn loves cleaning actually and is skilled in getting rid of messes she made during her murders and killings.

also part of kaoru and nhell's relationship (somewhat) summarized:

nhell: *gets down on one knee* kaoru: oh my god, it's finally happening! nhell: *falls over* kaoru: the poison is kicking in!!

sucrose qu-yang cannot say no, ever. people thinks she's cursed with that inability but no she just has anxiety x10.

oscar wilde and sucrose qu-yang are besties actually and both work in the same work place, probably gossip and talk about oscar's works (both of them are writers).

penni pennington has a bottle cap collection and refuses to show anyone except for his mother, merryy, cuz she's so nice and radiates warmth—probably named a red jet bird he found after her.

penni pennington has a scottish accent mixed with a swiss accent and speaks so joyously, he never is ever seen mad or the least bit annoyed.

celen nishiruka & kaname nishiruka are opposites like the moon and the sun; kaname is a lot more expressive than celen who is more reserved and stoic—and they're so young too!

krystian karmazin's first name literally means “follower of christ” since he came from a very religious family yet ironically the ukrainian man himself is an atheist and a silly jester who follows no rules (but will respect boundaries and pronouns).

if miriam yefimova happened to have survived the All Blue Fire, she would've been a spy working in the same group of evgenia yefimova who works as an assassin.

both miriam & evgenia yefimova don't like pirozhki that have mushrooms as the filling because both the sisters have allergies towards mushrooms (aka, they both dislike mushrooms).

coventina blackwood likes ghosts and spirits or anything transparent object/creature, and her skill revolves around spirits but they're mainly just arms (kind of like the hana hana no mi, eaten by nico robin).

benjamin baker is the shortest male character (152 cm, 5'0") while krystian karmazin is the tallest (228 cm, 7'6"). kaoru takamura is the tallest female character (211 cm, 6'11), compared to freya danesworth (159 cm, 5'2").

if competing in a competition where who is the most stoic, both evgenia yefimova and izu mikazuki are both tied as the most non-expressive people.

izu mikazuki has been mistaken so much as a woman that he just simply accepted that he'll always be woman in the eyes of people at first glance (he's a male assigned at birth).

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. ━━  i have so many ocs... I haven't drawn any of them yet (except for kaoru).

[psikonauti]

David Blackwood (Canadian, 1941–2022)

Cape Harrison, 2004

Etching and aquatint

[scowlsnwhiskey]

[thislovintime]

Brenda Lee and Peter Tork at Lee’s 1966 New Year’s Eve masquerade party. Photo 2 (and 1, too?) by Ric Klein.

New Year's Eve 1966:

“Every year for several years we threw a big masquerade party in December. […] We always had great entertainment, too. One year it was Gale Garnett singing her hit ‘We’ll Sing in the Sunshine.’ Another time it was Jewel Akens, who sang ‘The Birds and the Bees.’ My favorite was the time we booked the Monkees. They were the most popular group in America at the time, with hits like ‘I’m a Believer,’ ‘Last Train to Clarksville’ and ‘Daydream Believer.’ Needless to say, the Monkees were ‘fave raves’ in 16 Magazine. And since editor Gloria Stavers had long been my buddy, the gala got a photo spread in the teen magazine. After I sang with the group, I posed happily with Monkees Peter Tork and Davy Jones. Since I was a clown that year, my cheeks were dotted with red circles, and I was wearing a puffy ruffle around my neck.” - Brenda Lee, Little Miss Dynamite: The Life and Times of Brenda Lee (2002)

“[Lee] held it [the party] in the warehouse of her husband’s electrical store and everyone came in costume. We wore the clothes we had on but I guess some of the guests thought we were in costume anyway. They had a rock and roll band playing and it was mainly older people. Peter sat in on guitar with the band and Micky did his solo complete with dancing and falling down. [...] Davy did his number and then Brenda Lee sang a few songs. It was really great and the Monkees didn’t mind being away from home so much on New Year’s Eve because of it.” - David Price, Tiger Beat, March 1967

New Year's Eve 1967:

Peter, along with Karen Harvey and baby Justin, traveled to London.

"Saturday morning, the telephone rings, Dad answers and the operator tells him that there is a call from New York for Davy Jones, or anyone at Clumber Road, so Dad accepts the call. ‘This is Peter, Peter Tork, sir. I’m so pleased to speak to you. David has told me such a lot about you.’ The message is to tell David that Peter is at the airport in New York and is flying to London, can David meet him there for the New Year? Luckily we are able to get hold of David and fix things up. On Sunday morning Peter flies into London and David meets him at the airport. [They attended] a swinging New Year’s Eve party at the 'Speakeasy Club' in London." - Hazel Jones Wilkinson, Tiger Beat, April 1968

On this London trip, Peter writes "Long Title..." (read more here), plays banjo for one of George Harrison's Wonderwall Music recording sessions (read more here), guest hosts Top Of The Pops, and gives interviews at a press reception held at London's Decca promotions office (read more here; yet more about that press reception here).

New Year's Eve 1982: Peter with MTV's Nina Blackwood (watch here).

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I don't know what compelled me but here are all the character's sizes when they're standing next to each other, Kallie is my height LOLOL

[faofinn]

No. 2 "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back."

@whumptober-archive

Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

A 'recovery' fic set some time after this

Harrison had gone from strength to strength in his recovery. Even despite the sepsis and pneumonia, on top of the initial gsw and opened chest in the field.

It had been a long, hard slog to get there, though, that couldn't be forgotten. After the chest drain, he'd ended up with a little delirium from everything, and everyone dreaded that it was going backwards. Somehow, he kept progressing, kept improving, kept defying expectations. 

It was several months later when he was finally allowed from the bed, graduating to being allowed to potter between there and the sofas. He was on strict instructions to not treat anyone, to not do anything stupid and outside of his current abilities. He still had a babysitter, though they denied that that was why they were there. It was obvious, but he didn't really mind; he enjoyed the company and conversation. 

Harrison had lost so much weight with it all, far too much, and that brought its own problems. His prosthesis no longer fit properly, the bone rubbing against the hard plastic. It put him off walking with it, choosing instead to use his crutches where he could.

Fao didn’t mind ‘babysitting’ Hars. He was still getting over his own chest infection, easily tired, and so sitting around in the basement doing paperwork and making sure Hars had what he needed suited him just fine. Besides, he liked Harrison’s company, and it was still just so nice to have him ‘back’ after all they’d been through. 

The past few nights, Harrison had been struggling to sleep. He just couldn't settle with pain and just wrongness in his bones. He'd tried to shake it off, busying himself in the basement to try and keep his mind active. The room spun each time he stood, but after a few moments of gripping whatever counter he was closest to, everything returned to normal. It was just tiredness, that's all.

Fao noticed as Harrison emerged from his room, somewhat unsteady on his crutches. Not unusual, and Fao wished he’d use his chair instead, but he wasn’t about to start that fight again. 

“Hey. Need anything?” Fao asked. 

He took a moment to reply, looking blankly at Fao before he shook his head. "No, I'm good."

“You okay?” He asked, frowning. 

"Been better."

“Need something? Meds?”

"I want out of the basement."

“Want some fresh air?”

"Yeah. But I want to stay out."

“I can’t let you stay out.”

"You can't keep me here."

“You’re still not well, Hars.”

"I'm late, Fao. I don't have time to worry about not being well."

Fao frowned, standing up and putting his book down. “Late?”

"Yes, late. I'm trying to get ready."

“Late for what?”

Harrison turned to look at him, exasperated. "Work. Honestly, Fao. I don't get you."

“You don’t have to go to work, you’re off sick right now. You got hurt, remember?”

"I'm not stupid, I know I got hurt. I can fucking feel it."

“So you don’t need to go anywhere.”

"Yeah, I do." He turned back, swaying on his crutches. "I need to go."

“You don’t need to go to work, you can stay here. Why don’t we sit down, I’ll put the kettle on?”

"I don't want a drink. I want to go outside."

“Come on, it’s okay.”

"None of this is okay."

“I know, I know. But you don’t need to go out, you can stay here.”

He frowned. "I don't want to stay here."

“I know, but it’s for your own good.”

"It's obviously not."

“It is, Hars. I know it doesn’t feel like it.

"Where's Tai? He'll tell you."

“He’s at work today, he’ll be home soon.”

Harrison frowned at him. "Well where's Levi?"

“Your dad is with him.”

"He's my son."

“Nobody is saying otherwise.”

He huffed. "Right. Okay."

“I mean it, Hars.”

"Mean what?"

“Nobody’s saying otherwise about Levi.”

"Right. So I need to go."

“No, you don’t.”

"Whatever." He turned away, bored of the conversation and ready to do his own thing. 

The turn made him dizzy, but he figured it would go, it had to. He stumbled forward, managing a few steps before his crutch slipped slightly. He struggled to right himself, but the dizziness was only getting worse, the room darkening at the corners. 

Nausea rose too, only adding to the feeling that he was dying, but he didn't have the energy to do anything about it. His leg shook and he knew his knee wouldn't hold him, but the thought was quickly lost to the blackness.

“Hars? Harrison?” He called.

Fao spotted the way Harrison went blank, the stumble just another warning sign. He crossed the room quickly, aiming to help Harrison stay upright on his crutches, but his eyes rolled and he went down. He reached for him just as he went, stretching further than he should, and he staggered under the weight of him as they went to the floor. It was softer than it had been if he’d not caught him, but it wrenched Fao’s bad shoulder and he groaned, the pain already bad. 

Harrison was still in Fao's arms, his chest rise and fall all too shallow. It took a few moments for him to start to come to, screwing his face up. 

“Hey, you’re okay.” Fao said, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. “Take a moment.”

He groaned, trying to get his bearings. He reached to rub his eyes, his head pounding. 

“You’re alright. You fainted.”

"Head hurts."

“Headache? You didn’t hit the floor.”

"I'm on the floor."

“I caught you, you fainted.”

"Oh. Okay."

“Let’s get you back to bed.”

[6-and-7]

There's like a 60% chance this won't go anywhere but if you could pick a song to go with each Avatar in the Sunset Archives, what would you choose? I've gotten a new case of brainworms from your stuff and now I'm learning how to use editing software. Also do you know any good editing software.

Thanks for the ask, but also oh jeez. this has never been my forte. ask me again after the music tourney and maybe I'll have a more complete/better answer for you, but off the top of my head...

Buried Avatars: Applejack: Work Song (traditional) Maud Pie et. al.: Another Brick in the Wall (Pink Floyd) Aria Blaze: ???

Corruption Avatars: Cadance: Lovefool (The Cardigans), or possibly Sweet Bod (Lemon Demon) Chrysalis: Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq., G.F.D. (Will Wood) (Bonus Zephyr Breeze, because I seriously considered it: Greener (Tally Hall)

Dark Avatars: Sombra: Strangelight (Fugazi) Twilight Sparkle: No-Eyed Girl (Lemon Demon)

Desolation Avatars: Autumn Blaze: Cigarette Burns Forever (Adam Green)

End Avatars: Yeah I got nothing for Apple Bloom or Juniper Montage.

Extinction Avatars: Button Mash: Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham) Lyra Heartstrings: Best I've got so far is Christmas at Ground Zero (Weird Al Yankovic), but that's more an elaborate pun on her statement

Eye Avatars: Sunset Shimmer: House of Memories (Panic! At The Disco) Jon Jarchivist Sims: Veteran of the Psychic Wars (Blue Oyster Cult)

Flesh Avatars: Big Macintosh: No, sorry, got nothing.

Hunt Avatars: Fluttershy: Night Eyes (The Orion Experience) Sonata Dusk: Jaws theme Lily: Be Nice to Me (The Front Bottoms)

Lonely Avatars: Wallflower Blush: Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles) Martin Blackwood: Too Much Time (John Vanderslice)

Slaughter Avatars: Crystal Prep: Seven Nation Army (The White Stripes) Starlight Glimmer: 1812 Overture (Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky) Gilda: We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions (Queen)

Spiral Avatars: Screwball: Go Ask Alice (Jefferson Airplane) Pinkie Pie: Bahamian Rap City (Joe Hawley) Ditzy Doo: Windmills of Your Mind (Noel Harrison)

Stranger Avatars: Vignette Valencia: A Mask of My Own Face (Lemon Demon) Rarity: ???

Vast Avatars: The Washouts: ??? Rainbow Dash: ???

Web Avatars: Adagio Dazzle: I Put a Spell on You (Hocus Pocus version) Trixie: Funeral March of a Marionette (Charles Gounod)

Also, wdym by editing software? Editing what?