#officialtrashbin

[sculien]

I feel like you’d enjoy the unhinged nature of the book Eileen

after a quick google search, i would have to say you're correct. i definitely need to get back into actually reading so i might......jump right into this asap 👀

[essayofthoughts]

1, 38? 👀

Ah I wanted to answer 1! Sorry about the delay here, went out to have dinner.

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

The Dead Do Not Bury Themselves. Absolutely no question, no hesitation whatsoever. It was my first real longfic and was based exclusively on MCU without some very relevant comics things I could've pulled on, and it has a lot of the hallmarks of baby's first longfic (weird apostrophes, commas, etc.) and... yeah. If I redid it now I'd do it ... not too much differently from the original premise, but I'd fix things and clear things up and add things and I think it'd be better for it.

38. "This never happened" fix-it fics or "this happened but" fix-it fics?

Mmm, I'm not a huge fan of fix-its in general? I think a lot of the time they say more about the author than about the canon or the characters, specifically about what the author thinks needs to be fixed and... sometimes that shows a deep misunderstanding of the canon or the characters? They're fixing what they think needs fixing, often without accounting for the roles those things played in canon, or the fact that that was an intended flaw, or how an event affected a character's arc, etc..

So... usually I avoid fix-its and even if I write things that could be classed in under that category I usually think of it more as a straight up AU or Canon Divergence than a fix-it? Which also means just... I am ill-equipped to answer this question, because it's a field of fandom which I avoid.

[unmercival]

I’m glad you enjoyed my best friend’s Percy and Orthax art, you’d be delighted to know that when she asked me what I wanted for Valentine’s Day, I said: I want Orthax to be held like a horse.

oh, you are absolutely correct in your assessment! I am delighted! (your best friend is very talented.) usually my preferred arrangement of events is Orthax doing the holding, but this is an excellent exception. Percival can have a little tactile agency moment with his patron, as a treat.

[savvy-devine666]

Zombie - the Cranberries

Strange Girl - Halestorm

Shut it Down - BlackPink

Numb - Linken Park

Don't Tell me - Disturbed ft Ann Wilson

When you hurt me the most - String of Passion

Rise - Katy Perry

Sorry Not Sorry - Six soundtrack

Hymn for the missing - RED

my immortal - Evenescance

i was tagged by @xieyaohuan to shuffle my library, list 10 songs, and tag 10 people. thank you! ✌️😁💙

1. Closer - Nine Inch Nails

2. Shallow Grave - The Birthday Massacre

3. Butterfly - Crazy Town

4. Bombtrack - Rage Against the Machine

5. Stronger - Through the Fire

6. Leader of the Broken Hearts - Papa Roach

7. #Homelight - Christopher Lennertz

8. Burn it Down - Daughter

9. Decode - Paramore

10. All the Small Things - blink-182

Tagging:

@augustishellagay @blaacknoir @cinnroll @hoe-lander @jaggedlittlequill @lightning-flight @masksonmasks @phantomdivine @putthedin-thedeep @vought-thot

[savvy-devine666]

2!

Oof that is a tricky one lol

I rltend to write whatever I want

But I suppose, if it counts, I'd like to finish more of my WIPS (not including my oneshot collections because they will go on for as long as I choose to subject my reader to them lmao

[artistanilu]

Valentines Day gift for @officialtrashbin! A Percy de Rolo with complimentary demon!

[blorbologist]

Suffer this mercy, forever

T / Sunken Tomb AU of an AU / 2.5k words / Canon character death, Vampire Stuff ;3

The Sunken Tomb is not kind to undead. Less so to those who consort with such beings. Set in @officialtrashbin's incredible The Suffering of Night vamp!Percy AU.

Day 4 of @percahliaweek: Shoot / Reborn

--

Percy is - and Vax is in no way exaggerating - absolutely covered in blood.

To be a bit more fair to him, it’s not human blood. Palid ooze clinging like gauze, bits of fatty tissue hitting the ground with a wet slap as Percy swipes at his face with disdain. Oh - no, it’s not all human blood. His arm is mangled good, navy wool thick with red. On the next wipe Percy pauses to cough into his glove. He pauses, wincing, and the angle is just right for Vax to spy that his palm is smeared with blood.

(Not his blood, a voice that sounds like Syldor’s sneers. That’s Vex’s, on loan in his veins. And he wasted it. So much of his sister spilled on ancient stone because Percy can’t be careful.)

“Percival, darling?”

It’s like she read his mind. Vex is already looping over, skirting around the frogmen and beholder and gods know what else that chimes as bones. Percy tries to lean up and out of the way, mumbling something Vax can’t quite catch. 

Whatever it is, she grabs it - and his lapels - before he can escape, her eyes wide. “You’re not -? Oh, Percy. Come here.” 

She sits him down on the nearest sarcophagus, fussing so much Trinket lumbers over to nose at each in turn. Vex and Percy’s chatter is consumed by the dark, by the sighs of the rest of the party as they heal up. Vax recognizes the new-growth green of Cure Wounds, wrapping like young roots around Percy’s forearm - grasping at nothing and failing to catch.

“So you're watching them? Totally not creepy,” says Kashaw. He’s the last person Vax wants to talk to - so he doesn’t, and keeps keeping an eye on things. 

Vex’s brow is furrowed something deep, fingers curling back before she exchanges something short with Percival before starting to unlace her bracer, even as Percy gently shoves her hand away. 

This isn’t the first time. It won’t be the last. Vax can’t help but feel sick, so fucking sick, seeing Percy’s fangs glint in the limp light. Worse than the gore, and the bones, and the sickening pressure of a lake and death herself hanging over their heads.

Clearly Kash stuck around too, because he murmurs, more carefully, “I thought vampires healed on their own? Huh.”

So did I.

“Kima!” Grog bellows. “Okay down there?” And Vax takes that as his cue to slip away. 

[Keep reading on AO3!]

[katia-dreamer]

another fic for the gift exchange:) this one is for @officialtrashbin

Please be aware that this fic contains mentions of death, blood, caring for a dead body, grief, descriptions of a gunshot wound etc.

Set during Passed Through Fire

Keyleth looks at Percy, who lies utterly still next to her. The broken glass around him reflects the blue of his coat and the red of his blood like an odd, fragmented mirror.

She should probably move him, but she doesn’t have the strength. Her body feels heavier than a stone rooted like a tree.

She kneels at his side and pulls open his coat a little, trying not to think about why he does not stir at her touch. She can see several pieces of glass, sharp-edged and stained crimson. As she carefully places them on the ground next to her, she gets a glimpse of her reflection and notices her eyes are rimmed in crimson too.

Then she gets a good look at Percy's vest, and her breath shutters out of her in a whine. The fabric is utterly destroyed, stained, and sticky with his blood.

In her mind, she recalls the crack of the gun and Percy falling to the ground, the look on Anna Ripley’s face, exultant, almost feverish.

Keyleth swallows, and it is as thick as sap in her throat.

She raises her shaking hands and unbuttons the vest. She sees that Percy’s once-white undershirt has turned red. Her eyes blur with tears as fingers begin to untie the shirt too. Are the fingers hers? She can hardly tell. They feel detached and separate from her as they work. The fabric gives a sick wet sound as it pulls away from Percy’s chest and her stomach lurches.

The wound itself is an ugly thing surrounded by still-sticky blood. The bullet had traveled through his body like he was made of little less than fragile pieces. She can’t do much for him at this point, yet she still reaches into the bag of holding, pulls out the ale, and pours some of it onto his chest. The liquid spills over the unnaturally pale skin, muddling and mixing with all the crimson. Since she has no magic left, she also reaches for her canteen and pours a little water over him.

It’s better than nothing.

She probably should change his clothes, but it would be hard to do alone. As she ties his shirt closed, her shaking fingers brush his skin. His skin is cold, but it’s the kind of cold that is not cured with warmth. Her lower lip trembles as she loses herself to the motion, the rhythm of what she’s doing.

She breathes. She breathes.

(He doesn’t. He doesn’t.)

Percy’s glasses hang precariously off his nose, and she takes them first. Then she pours the last of the water out over his sweat-soaked and blood-speckled face, and that's when she truly sees him.

Percy, her friend.

Percy, her brother.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

She feels her thoughts shattering, exploding like a gunshot, and she falls into the pit of grief that sits at her side.

She weeps until she is sure her body can hold no more tears, only to find that she’s wrong.

-

[officialtrashbin]

This question is so random and a few years late but

Have you ever thought about writing a oneshot fic about what would have happened if Proxima and Corvus didn't get interrupted during their steamy reunion in 'Thanos: Death Sentance'?

(Sorry, I know maybe you don't get time to write like you used to, but you're one of my fave Proxivus writers, and I miss your work 💜)

Unfortunately not since Scraps of Dreams 😭 but thank you!!!! https://www.tumblr.com/officialtrashbin/613882781956734976/scraps-of-dreams

I burned out a few months ago and so my writing has been….scarce. So scarce. I miss writing them too, and writing in general. 😭😭😭

[chaseyesterdays]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @blorbologist!!!! (thank u blorb 🥹)

Favorite color:

I… don’t know that I have one? I tend to like combinations of multiple colors more than just individual colors, so it’s really hard to pick just one. I love pairing silver and gold together though, and I wear a lot of black. (Does that count? I don’t even know if that counts 😂)

Currently reading:

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik! I’m a fast reader and usually I would finish a book in one or two sittings, but I’ve been writing too much to read lately, so. It’s been such a good book so far though!

Last song:

An oldie but a goodie - Holocene by Bon Iver. I’ve got an emotional attachment to the song for nostalgia’s sake, but it also set the mood/tone perfectly for what I was writing at the time, so I put it on repeat while I drafted.

Last series:

Haven’t watched actual television in a WHILE (see: writing) but the last thing I watched in a series was Candela Obscura: Eye for an Eye. Brennan Lee Mulligan has my brain in a CHOKEHOLD with Sean Finnerty. 11/10, y’all please watch it so I have someone to talk to about it 👀

Last movie:

…Um. Was it the Dungeons and Dragons movie like…months ago? God it can’t have - oh, nope, it was My Cousin Vinny. Never mind, I’m not as pathetic as I thought.

Sweet, Savory, Spicy?

All of the above?? I usually tend to alternate between sweet and savory because I can’t have much of one without needing the other, but I do dearly love chili dark chocolate, so 😎

Currently working on:

@percahliaweek prompts!! I’ve got six of seven done and I’m halfway through the last one, which is more writing than I’ve done during a single year in a very long time. A little nervous to show them all to people but I’m excited for it, too. Fingers crossed this last one actually lets me finish it 😅

Tagging:

Anybody who wants to play! I’m sticking to the spirit of the game and I might not have nine people who haven’t already played that I don’t know super well, but I’ll do my best: @rightpastnowhere @crithaus @essayofthoughts @nilesdaughter @katia-dreamer @officialtrashbin @burr-ell and anyone else from the Perc’ahlia server who wants to play!

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Tagged by @bookishwitch05 to share my lock screen, the last song I listened to, and the last photo I saved!

My lock screen, the most glorious Goosey

The last song I listened to (on my walk to work yesterday)

The last photo I saved, which is the color I intend on dyeing my underlayer when I can finally finish fixing up my hair tomorrow. Monday I did the black, so I'll post pics when everything is actually all said and done ideally 🤞

I'll tag @maceofpentacles and @officialtrashbin and @thecheshirerat but anyone who wants to can do it!

[sculien]

I hope you reached your goal for your kitty kitty and pray that things will be okay ❤️💕❤️

i think i did, we'll find out in about an hour bc i finally got him in for an appointment! and thank you so much!! 💞💞

[essayofthoughts]

For the DVD commentary ask game; hey Essay what the *fuck*

[Aka: Tiefling AU recounting of the de Rolos' deaths]

--

(He sees: his father, bruised and bloodied, clothes torn to rags, fingers broken and twisted in unnatural ways, sees him wheezing and wheezing and going still.)

(He sees: his mother, a crossbow quarrel in her shoulder, no armour to protect her, her glasses smashed, all her ferocious protectiveness turned useless by restraints as they forced her to watch-)

(He sees: Julius, choked, held by the throat by the man he’d just run through, Sylas Briarwood, smiling, sneering, tossing his brother down into the cells-

(He sees: Vesper, beloved older sister, spellbook torn from her hands as she tried to get enough space to cast something, anything, fleeing to the highest tower and only finding freedom by being thrown from it.)

(He sees: Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig, Oliver’s ribs cracking and cracked, Whitney’s fingernails torn ragged, torn out, Ludwig’s teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums.) (He sees Cassandra, the last one left, at his cell, picking the lock, pulling him free.)

So, I'll admit that some of this is stuff I tend to hold to across fics - traits of Percy's siblings and ways that Ripley hurt them, but it's also that...

Trauma is messy and it messes with your memory. I highly doubt Percy remembers the whole of what was done to him and his family - too painful, too awful, too viscerally horrible - but he, like anyone, can remember fragments of it. Bits and pieces and not the whole and it's both better (less painful) and worse (surely he owes it to them to remember the whole of it?). It also means I can narrate it like this - like a fragmented flashback, because most flashbacks aren't solely visual and can be incoherent. They are often emotional or aural or based on a smell or a fleeting sound or wrong touch, and I wanted to invoke that broken incoherency in how Percy recalls things.

It also makes it more impactful for a reader. I can't write Ripley's detached torture of the de Rolos, not like @officialtrashbin can (and has for their Vampire Percy fic The Suffering of Night; it's great, go read it if you haven't), and if I just described every piece of harm she wrought on them then that'd just become gorn and no one wants gorn. Further, by describing all of it, it becomes both overwhelming (gorn) but also disallows any space for the reader's own imagination, which can be even more effective at building horror, and by limiting it to small things with some basis in things people might have familiarity with, it brings it viscerally home to the reader. I talk about Whitney's fingernails torn ragged and then torn out - we've all had a hangnail! Some people have had nails torn off in accidents. I say "Ludwig's teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums" and anyone who's had to have a tooth removed knows what that yawning gap can look like, and everyone knows what it's like at the dentists, having to hold your mouth open - there's little parts of it that most people will have some familiarity with and which give them a basis to imagine it from: it becomes verisimilitudinous that way. I hope.

A few of these things are also headcanons I've built out more recently or ones I chose specifically to hurt you, Blorb. Johanna having glasses I decided because I think if Percy has more tangible habits and traits from his father, I'd like him to have his bad eyesight from his mother, just to balance it. I'd decided Julius was protective of his siblings long ago as the eldest; the idea of him trying to fight back but being unable because Sylas Briarwood came naturally from that. Vesper however... Vesper was specifically because this AU is for you.

I know you remember and hold to the idea of Vesper being thrown from a tower, and I've had a headcanon of her dabbling in spells for a while; it felt fitting to combine those for a smidge of extra pain here, Vesper trying to get enough space to safely cast something, anything, and being given only a twisted version of freedom, thrown from a tower, unable to cast Featherfall or Fly.

That one was specifically put there for you.

Send me ~500 words from a fanfic I've written and I'll give DVD Commentary-esque explanation of why I wrote it like that

[savvy-devine666]

@officialtrashbin

The cat did it better 😳

[savvy-devine666]

Saw this challeng being shared and thought id join in!

Share 9 of your fictional crushes and let everyone guess your type!

Loki - Thor/Avengers

Hela - Thor Ragnarok

Polly Grey - Peaky Blinders

Jareth - Labyrinth

Thranduil - The Hobbit

Mycroft Holmes - Sherlock BBC

Tywin Lannister - Game of Thrones

Female Cenobite - Hellraiser

Jack Sparrow - Pirates of the Caribbean

Join in?

@officialtrashbin @ilya-halfelven @rebellious-mutant @aaronized @anyone

[artistanilu]

First commission of the year! Thank you to my dear friend who commissioned me to make this for her! If you like Vox Machina or are part of the fandom be sure to send her some love as well! Please do not use without permission.

@officialtrashbin

Fanfic: archiveofourown.org/works/42889395