#please my dumpster fire is getting out of control

[frnkiebby]

cute little drowned rat— i want him~🎃

[xyywrites]

What I Say vs. What I Actually Mean When Talking About My Writing

Ah, writers. We’re like caffeinated raccoons with a thesaurus—erratic, dramatic, and perpetually on the verge of either brilliance or a breakdown. We love our craft, we loathe it, we panic about it, and sometimes we have midnight sword fights with it (metaphorically… usually). For my long-suffering friends and family, here’s a guide to decipher the cryptic ramblings of an organism like me.

"I’ll finish this draft by the end of the week."

I will procrastinate for six days and have a meltdown on the seventh.

"This chapter just needs a little tweaking."

This chapter is trash, and I’m about to rewrite the whole book instead.

"I love my characters so much!"

I’m going to emotionally devastate them for fun.

"The plot is solid, I just need to flesh it out."

The plot is six sentences, half of which are question marks.

"I’ve got a new idea for a book!"

I’ve abandoned my current project and am fleeing the guilt.

"This is just a first draft."

Please don’t judge me for this dumpster fire.

"I’m doing research for my story."

I’ve been Googling ‘weird medieval punishments’ for four hours.

"I don’t care about reviews."

I’ve read every review. Twice. And cried over three of them.

"The ending needs a little work."

The ending doesn’t exist yet, but thanks for asking.

"I’m editing today."

I’ll spend 30 minutes on commas and four hours rearranging furniture.

"My characters took over the story."

I have no control over anything anymore. Send help.

"I think this draft is almost done."

There’s a 40% chance I’ll delete it tomorrow.

"I’ll outline my next project properly."

HAHAHAHAHA. Sure, Janet.

"I’m working on character development."

I’m Googling psychological disorders and debating tragic backstories.

"I’ll just jot down a quick idea."

I’ve accidentally written half a novel on a napkin.

"I’m worldbuilding right now."

I’ve spent three hours naming a forest and none on the actual plot.

"I don’t get attached to my characters."

I would die for this fictional idiot and cry over their demise daily.

"I’m starting fresh with this new story idea."

I’ve given up on my last three WIPs but refuse to admit defeat.

"I don’t need a deadline to stay motivated."

Without pressure, I will accomplish absolutely nothing.

"My characters feel so real."

I have arguments with them in my head while washing dishes.

"I just write for fun."

I obsess over every word and feel personally attacked by constructive feedback.

"I’m creating a writing playlist."

I’m avoiding my manuscript by curating vibes for the 30th time.

"I’m a writer!"

I am chaos personified, and I occasionally open Google Docs.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Wick fic ideas, pretty please?

Oh dear. 😆 So this doc is my dumpster fire catch all. This is an outline/imagine I wrote for an Assassin!Reader x John Wick fic last december. I kind of imagine them having a sort of hostile Perkins/John vibe? Thank you @sweetwolfcupcake Sweets!! 😘😘😘😘

warnings: nsfw, violence, sex, angst 😱

You are an assassin, and you keep beating John wick to his targets. He doesn't appreciate it. You beat him two times. “No hard feelings, John.” You kiss him on the cheek, the corner of his mouth really, patting the scruff of his beard a little hard. He is like a block of wood, frozen in his self control. He doesn't lash out, like most in your profession would. 

Maybe that's why you make it your mission to poke him. You're curious if you can get him to crack. Just a little. 

The third time your paths cross you fight. It's brutal. You've already done half the work of killing the guards, you're not losing this payday if you can help it. You hit each other and throw each other around, and you are ridiculously turned on by this man. You can tell he's trying not to really hurt you, but he's not letting you have it either. 

In the end he pins you against a grate and whips his belt out of the loops. He uses it to secure your hands above your head. “Stay,” he growls, gasping for breath. It's ridiculously hot and you are soaking wet, but still you snarl, “Hey!” 

But he's gone like a shadow to finish the job. You hear fighting and gunshots, then silence. A good ten minutes go by before he returns to you. He looks at you warily, which is wise. He's clearly trying to figure out how to free you without getting hurt. In the end he sighs and decides to bite the bullet, stepping in to you and reaching for your hands. No hard feelings, he says, parroting your earlier words back at you. 

Holding on to the bars, you wrap your legs around his waist, quick as a striking snake. You pull him against you hard, winning a surprised grunt. Well John? You won. Are you going to claim your prize? His gaze involuntarily drops to your mouth, and you're 80 percent sure you have him in the bag. 

His hands travel from the belt down to your butt, helping to support your weight. You feel that his enthusiasm for this situation is growing by the second.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing against you. 

“Doesn't matter what I want,” you say breathily. “I lost.”

He tilts his head, giving you a look. Some form of consent clearly matters to him. You squash the warmth you feel for him for this. There is no room for softer feelings in your world. That's how you end up dead. 

“Go on,” you urge him. “You won the night. Fuck me. You clearly want to.”

He narrows his eyes, leaning closer as you grind against his now hard erection between you. 

“Maybe I'll let you into my sweet, wet little cunt,” you goad him further. “Or maybe, I'll try to kill you while you're inside me. Hard to say. But secretly I think you like that, don't you, John? Everyone thinks you're such a sweetheart, but I think deep down, this is what you want. To take what’s yours because you fought for it and won.” 

He frowns like he wants to argue, until you squeeze him again with the strength of your legs, and you see something snap in his eyes. You have a nanosecond to savor it before his mouth crashes against yours. You kiss him with equal fury. Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, just this side of drawing blood. He growls in warning, and after a moment you release him slowly, meeting his eyes from across your noses.  

In the end, he does as he's told.

___

This competition goes on for several contracts.

Then you get a text. Want to come over?

You're confused, wondering if it's some kind of trap. What do you mean?

Ill make you dinner?

Huh. Ok.

You go. Out of curiosity more than anything. He has an apartment in manhattan. He makes you fucking spaghetti bolognese, and pours you wine, and its almost like youre normal people on a date. After dinner you watch a movie, and you make out. He picks you up, and doesn't slam you into the wall or take you on the floor. He carries you to the bedroom, where he sets you down gently on the bed, and fuck if he doesnt make love to you. It's beautiful and scintillating and you are not sure you like it, when all is said and done. 

You feel very open, and vulnerable, and warm, and fuck. No, you do not like this at all. You don't stay for breakfast, slipping out. The next time he texts you stare at it for a whole day before answering, i can't be your girlfriend, john.

A long time goes by before he answers with one word: Fine. 

You know there is a sea of emotion behind that single word. You know you've hurt him. You just know. But you are a vicious little thing, forged in the fires of the foster system and the streets. You're not ready to show your soft underbelly to anyone. Not even John Wick.

You stop poaching his contracts after that. Not because you're afraid of him, but of the way he makes you feel. In fact you don't even see him again until two years later. He's sitting outside at a bistrot with a gorgeous brunette, and it hits you like a punch to the gut. 

As though he senses you, the way predators scent other killers nearby, he turns to meet your eyes on the street. Maybe you've just been standing there staring like a crazy person, but he says something in his friend's ear, and gets up to meet you. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hi, John.” 

“How have you been?”

“Oh, you know. That your girlfriend?” He looks at you, assessing the threat level. You dont blame him. 

“Fiancé,” he finally admits.

“Wow. I’m...happy for you, John.”

You are surprised by the surge of envy in your breast. You could have had that, had him, if just maybe you weren't quite so broken.

“Are you?”

You nod, and goddammit if there's not moisture stinging your eyes. It's going to ruin your eyeliner.

“Yeah. I am. See you around, John.” You turn to go, but a pressure on your arm calls you back.

“Y/n.” 

Hes looking at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes and you know he knows you are not all right. But you put on a brave face. “Its ok, John.” You kiss him on the corner of the mouth. See you. You turn to go, and this time he lets you.

You don't see him again until five years later. When you hear his wife died you actually feel sorry for him. No really, you do. And when you hear there's a hit out on him after the Tarasov punk kills his dog and steals his car...you find yourself gravitating towards the Continental, like you just know in your bones he might need a little extra help.

[notroosterbradshaw]

42. "Touch me again, and I'm pushing you off the bed." With Rooster pleasee (to be honest.. would it be actually a problem?)😂

A/N: this is a bit of a dumpster fire. Every save has failed, so here you have it. I hope you enjoy it. okay, pal, I am going to raise you two tropes:

42. "Touch me again, and I'm pushing you off the bed."

There was only one bed and

Enemies to... something. Not lovers, but something.

"Because of you... let me rattle this off because this is entirely your fault and I don’t want to miss anything, okay? Because of you, we; one - left late. Nearly two hours to remind you. Two - got the last bedroom. With one goddamn bed!”

Rooster Bradley was wild. And not in that cute, gee, he looks like a fun, cool guy way, but close to a rage blackout. Like he was so ticked off, the ridges of his ears were blushing pink as the rage seared from his strong, broad chest towards his thick neck, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His hands flexed as he tried to control his emotions that were just so out of check. No breathing techniques could save him now.

“I am not staying in here with you,” he seethed. You, on the other hand? Music to your ears! The trip to Tahoe was pure frigging torture, and you were still not sure how you were so unlucky to have to make the ten-hour drive with one of the people you actually despised and you both made it out alive.

The daily issue you had with each other in the air too.

"No sweat," you grinned, thrilled with this development. “Enjoy sleeping anywhere but here, pal,” you pat his muscular pecs and took a step into the room before slammed the door in his face joyously.

Later that night at the dinner table, you could feel Rooster burning a hole into the side of your head, still roasting from your earlier disagreement. Disagreements? Yeah, definitely plural. Not stopping your conversation with Bob, you relinquished your glass of red and said, “Hey Rooster, here’s another bird for you,” you gave him the one-finger salute. "Get over yourself."

The table was silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“More wine please, Mickey?” you asked, utterly refusing to give Rooster Bradshaw another moment of your time. Last you’d heard, he’d committed to either sleeping in his ridiculous car or on the couch. Fine by you, the King size bed was just perfect for little you.

"God, you're so goddamn petulant, I don't know how you managed to get through the ranks... or killed yourself. It's one of the two if I'm really honest."

"Sheer talent, agility and knowing it pisses you off," you raffled off and turned to face him, planting your chin in your palm and batting your eyelashes in his direction. "Gives me all the ammo I need."

"You're such a fuckin' liability," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Jesus, this escalated," Bob muttered to no one in particular.

"Shouldn't have let them drive together," Natasha sighed, putting her head in her hands.

"You know, Hangman, you are right," you said, ignoring your friends and looking at Jake as his eyes bulged.

"How am I getting dragged into this, sweet thing? I mean, I'm always right, but..." he asked, not really wanting to get in the middle of your and his wingman's quarrel. Especially since he was enjoying it so much. He preferred being a spectator in this bout.

"Like you told me on day one... Rooster's just sitting there on his perch and I do all the heavy lifting and saving his ass. Younger, faster, better - " you rattled off.

"Oh, you're so fuckin' outta line - " Rooster roared, standing as you grinned up at him.

"hey, hey, hey," Fanboy's chair screeched as he put a hand on Rooster's chest to remind him of his place.

"Tell me all about it, Bradshaw. Just get it out there and make your peace with the fact you don't like me and have gone out of your day since the beginning to try and stop each and every one of my promotions," you rested your chin in your hand and added a sweet bat of your lashes for good luck. You could see the smoke puff from his ears.

"I don't want to look but I can't look away," Coyote tried to bite back his grin but this had been bubbling under the surface for years. And he was going to witness it explode.

“This has to stop, guys,” Bob tried again.

"Peacemakin' ain't gonna work this time, Baby on Board. It's about time you let these two at it," Hangman sipped his beer but there was no denying that smirk that threatened.

“Look, I can swap with Rooster and bunk,” Natasha sighed, always the peacemaker. “I got a room to myself. You two cannot stay together tonight... or ever.”

A cause for a fight in itself, you dared ask, “How’d you keep that to yourself?”

She shrugged. “Frankly, just wanted to see how long it would be before one of you killed the other. It's clearly much closer than I thought,” she sipped her wine, whetting her lips. “I’ll stay with you," she tenderly pet your face, and felt the heat radiating under your skin. You were riotous and she could feel the fever of whatever it was that Rooster under your skin today. She gave you kudos, how you managed to stay to cool while Rooster erupted was commendable. But Natasha knew things about you the team didn't and that included what was hidden behind the ego.

“Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” you teased.

“I think I can hold it together,” she said as you both laughed.

“Just like the old days.”

You toasted each other.

“You’re off the hook, Bradshaw,” Natasha muttered, not bothering to look at him. “But we get the King.”

Rooster’s face lit up. “Phoenix, you’re on a one-way ticket to heaven.”

"I don't know why you guys just don't put up or front up," Hangman joined the party. "Could cut the sexual tension with a knife, if you ask me."

"No one asked you, Bagman," you and Rooster hissed loudly and Hangman actually shrunk in his chair. It didn't stop the smirks from the others at the table, trying to hide their mirth and Hangman knew... he wasn't on his own of this belief.

"I'm just sayin'," he tried as Coyote nodded beside him. Coyote wholeheartedly agreed. Put that sheer frustration with each other to good use: fly with it, fight with it, fuck with it. Two out of three ain't bad. But it could certainly be better.

"Knock it off, Jake..." Natasha told him. But she found it hard to argue with him. He was right, something had to give between you and for the sake of the team, a truce or ceasefire needed to be called somehow, someway. And it needed to be soon. She couldn't trust you to be on your best behaviour for Payback's wedding tomorrow and God knew she didn't want to have to send either of you to the naughty corner for not keeping your emotions in check with the other.

"And on that note," you pushed back your chair. "Goodnight," you said, standing and leaving before anyone could make an excuse to get you to stay.

"Jesus Christ Jake... could you just keep your trap closed this one time?" Mickey mumbled as you wandered away and you heard Jake laugh.

"Yep, it's just me that can't see right through them... ain't it, right Bradshaw?" Jake taunted his wingman. "Just put that frustration to use, brother."

"You know, Jake, you will never have to worry about me punching you in the fucking face, because I won't have to do it. They will," Rooster rolled his eyes and kept sipping his wine.

"You're gonna kill me," Natasha said a few hours later. "I think I had one glass of wine too many," she said, sitting on her bed, drifting a little. She was woozy, her tummy didn't feel great.

"You okay?" you sat up from your spot on the bed, watching her a little concerned. You grabbed her shoulder and tried to stop her from wobbling but she was pretty off-kilter.

"I don't feel so great," she admitted. "I think I'm a little nauseous."

"Oh, no. Can I get you something? Some water?" you started to get out of bed to help.

"No, I'm just going to freshen up in the en suite for a while. Cool water might help. A shower of something," she said, idly on her legs as she stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door after her. Settling back, you had never heard the sound of anyone being ill the way Natasha currently was.

"Oh, shit," you said, bouncing from the bed and going to the door to open it, but she'd locked it. "Natasha, can I come in?"

"No, don't come in here - " she said before interrupting herself to be sick again.

"Oh, wow," you said quietly to yourself. Okay, the helper in your kicked into gear, leaving Pheonix for the moment to go retrieve a bucket, some towels and anything else that might make her feel a bit better... or at least fend off the hangover for tomorrow.

Rooster was on the couch with Bob when they noticed you going through unfamiliar cupbarods.

"Whatcha need?" Bob asked.

"Your frontseater is vomiting all over a different kind of seat..." you muttered.

"Oh, no," Bob sighed. "Can I help you?"

"No, she's locked herself in the bathroom. She's pretty unwell," you continued searching. "Would anyone have packed any Pepto... or something to try and settle her stomach?"

Rooster groaned standing. "I've got a first aid kit in my car. Let me get it."

You bet if roles were reversed, and Natasha was looking for help for you, Rooster would not be volunteering and quietly thanked him anyway. He didn't bother to reply but came back a few minutes later with a small kit and told you to use whatever you need. "Thanks, Rooster," you said meekly. He nodded as he watched you disappear again.

This was not how the night was supposed to go. You were supposed to be up and gossiping with Natasha, not helping her shower her sick out of her hair and tossing her in your bed because she needed to be close to the room with the ensuite. Everyone had shuffled but it still left you in a pickle.

Well, not just you.

You and Rooster, who could swear he was seconds away from actually sleeping in his car. The threat was real.

“Just stay on your side for god’s sake,” you instructed, rolling to face the door.

“This may be the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of time,” Rooster muttered and you flipped back to him, aghast. “Aside from other stuff in my life that has been tragic…” he clarified, embarrassed.

“You’re a terrible person.”

“Just go to sleep,” he rolled his eyes and turned over himself. Within minutes he was snoring soundly. You picked up your pillow and without a doubt, lifted it over his face ready to just end this madness before thrusting it over your face instead and falling back against the bed.

He slept while you stared at the roof, finally giving in and putting your earphones in your ear to try and drone Rooster out. You were going to be a fright tomorrow. You knew you weren't going to sleep tonight.

Rooster was blissfully comfortable sleeping on his back but rolled just enough so that he was on your pillow and legs pressing against yours.

“You’re infuriating,” you tutted. “This bed is too small for both of us."

Sighing, Rooster was woken. "Jesus Christ, what time is it?"

"Dunno, you've been snoring for an hour or something."

“Well, if Phoenix wasn’t vomiting all over our old room with the ensuite, you would be in there together with all the space in the room and I’d be sleeping in here peacefully.”

“Touch me again and I’m pushing you off the bed.”

He snorted. “I’d surely like to see you try. Go to sleep, you fucking brat."

You heard the muttering before you could feel the tossing and turning. Rolling over and preparing yourself to let loose on him, you noticed Rooster was still asleep. He was restless, covered in sweat and the sheets tangled around him before he jolted up to sit, gasping. He took the dim room in, eyes darting around, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings. “Where am I?” He asked desperately.

“We’re with the squad, it’s Payback’s wedding weekend in Tahoe,” you said softly.

"What?" you could sense that his brain didn't compute.

“You were having a bad dream, but you're okay. You’re safe. Try and breathe,” you instructed as his shoulders sagged and he tried to do what you asked. You explicitly knew this feeling and laid a gentle palm on his clammy shoulder. “Are you okay?” You asked softly. He stared at you, breathing deeply, putting his face in his hands. His PTSD was a good one, compounded by years of trauma.

You crawled a little closer to him and brushed back his wild curls.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” he didn't answer your question, he could barely meet your eyes. Shame washed over him, the last person he wanted to show this part of himself to was right next to him.

“No,” you lied. “Do you need anything? Can I get you some water?”

Pursing his lips, embarrassed, he looked at the glass on his bedside table and reached to take a sip. "I got it."

It was strange, but the muscles on his strong back still engaged and you gently moved and hug him carefully. You felt him stiffen not soften and you told him softly, “You’re okay Rooster. You’re safe here with me.”

“Thanks, huh?” He said softly, sighing, and kind of melting a little, his body's flight or fight reducing as he inhaled sharply.

“You get those kinds of dreams often?” you dared ask. When didn't reply, you told him that you did once in a while but found it hard to go to people and tell them because you were sure no one would understand, hoping to encourage him.

He shrugged, resting his cheek on your shoulder, hiding his eyes. “Sometimes."

You held him tighter. “Does anyone know?”

“No… just you," he admitted and you knew he hated telling you and if you wanted to hold that power over him.

“Okay. I’m not going to preach to you, you know the drill.”

“Yeah, I do. Thank you.”

“I’m always here if you need me, okay?”

He hummed and you knew you were the absolute last person Rooster Bradshaw would come to if he found himself in this situation again. “Sorry I woke you.”

“That’s okay. I’m just glad you weren’t alone,” you gently pushed him back towards his pillows and shuffled over to snuggle up close.

“You’re a furnace,” he muttered.

“You should be so lucky. Am I too close?” You asked, wanting to protect him but also respect you were well and truly overstepping any boundaries you had before bedtime.

“It’s okay, it’s nice,” he admitted, rolling over and taking you with him, curling you into his back and you let out a surprised shriek as you moved with him. "Sorry... that okay?"

"Yeah," you told him. "That's okay," your small hand gripped his hip, drawing tender circles on the strong muscle. “Go back to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

He yawned instinctively, and took your hand to lace with his fingers and draw your closer. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

You shuffled and released the arm you were laying on to drift up and down his back, the muscles and ridges tensing and relaxing to your touch and you'd swear, you heard him moan quietly. “Go to sleep,” you told him again, softly. “I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you, Bradshaw.”

Within a few minutes, you felt his breath change and he was asleep again deeply… but you couldn’t release your hand… and you didn’t want to either. Enjoying the peace his slumber brought and his gentle even breathing, it lulled you to sleep too.

Waking up the next morning, you found yourself still trapped against the warm body of Rooster, but this time he was facing you and it was his chest before you. His strong golden shoulders, muscular pegs, wide ribs, and incredible abs. Sure you weren't still asleep?

But he was awake, looking at you softly with his chin resting in his palm. “Good morning,” he said quietly. You couldn't get a read on him and that concern you.

“Hi,” you said, surprised you’d stayed so close overnight. It was unlike you, you appreciated your space and even when someone else was in your bed, encouraging your own space. “How are you feeling?” you bit back a yawn.

“Great actually,” he admitted. “Thank you for last night. You didn’t have to… you know. Be there for me,” he gently brushed some hair from your forehead and you knew you must have been a mess.

Not surprisingly, Bradley woke up like he just walked off a runway. He was so handsome and you think that was what you disliked most about him. “Anytime,” your body temperature rose in embarrassment and you shuffled back across the bed. He smiled as he watched you, he knew you were a little uncomfy with the closeness and he didn't blame you... he was the same only minutes earlier.

You felt impossibly under scrutiny under his fair gaze and you wondered if he knew how uneasy it made you feel when you were… clearly so fucking attracted to him. You’d take it to the grave, but Hangman was right. You felt something inexplicable and sharing this bed was only blurring those lines terribly.

“What time is it?” You gazed at the window. Still looked pretty early.

“5am.”

“Our body clocks are pathetic, we’re on a weekender,” you said dismally. You wanted to remember what a sleep-in felt like. You imagined in your previous lives you were really good at sleeping past sunrise but you knew as you watched the colours over Bradley's shoulders that the sun would be soon and bring a beautiful day with it by the lake.

He grinned, and it was the first time he ever smiled at you where it met his eyes, his divine honey-coloured orbs. “Why don’t you go back to sleep? I’ll go for a run and let you have some time alone,” he said, pushing himself from the bed and stretching. His body was glorious, but you couldn’t ogle him like this. He started sifting through this leather weekend bag, looking for his gym clothes and trainers.

“Rooster?”

“Yeah, kid?” He looked up expectedly as you pulled the duvet back up maintaining as much decency your nightshirt allowed. His eyes darted from your thighs to your face, and if you blinked, you'd have missed the way his tongue darted out and wet his lower lip.

“It’s your break too…” you rolled your back away from him and snuggled back into the pillow. You knew he was perplexed but when the bed gently rocked and he got back under the covers and snuggled up behind you, resting his calloused palm on your hip, he breathed, and you heard his lungs shake. The power in the room had changed and you were both confused, but this felt just right.

"You burn hot," he told you softly.

"I've been told," you smiled gently to yourself as he chuckled quietly, and adjusted his hand to rest flush against your belly, his cheek snuggled into your shoulder.

But you knew it implicitly: you wanted Bradley Bradshaw…

And you probably always had.

SEND ME A PROMPT, I’LL WRITE YOU A DRABBLE.

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[hollowwrites]

Ominis Headcanons

🔥 This is my dumpster fire of Ominis 🔥

Burn with me.

I’ll refer to MC as Evelyn throughout this cause she’s my ship with Omi. This is basically my notes page. Things my conflict. Who cares? If anything grabs you please ask about it. You guys inspire me for way too much of my stuff 💚

I’m just gonna mix NSFW stuff in with this so 🔞MINORS DNI🔞

~

Fifth Year Ominis is too caught up in Sebastian’s bullshit to notice if he was going too far. He clings to any niceties afforded to him. You need help finding your class? Sure you can hold onto his arm. You’re aching from the Crucio ordeal? You can lean against him and have a nap with him. You become his coping method of losing Anne and Sebastian. He can forgive himself for opening up a little too much…he’s gone through a lot.

Sixth Year Ominis is straight denial. No they’ve always been this close they had to be because of Sebastian. Not that anyone else knows that. You just showed up and you’ve both been inseparable ever since. You’re just very good friends.

Seventh Year Ominis is determined, will stop at nothing until Evelyn is his (See Blindsided for evidence!!!)

Can touch his wand to things to see colour. Found out after he fell into Sebastian one time and jabbed him in the ribs. The Olive green of his waistcoat flashed across his eyes. Only discovered it that late in his life because by the time he’d gotten his wand he’d already become estranged from his family so kept away from them.

Has advanced Proprioception, the sense of knowing where your body is in relation to it parts. It extends to people around him so when he’s sat with his friends he doesn’t always need to have his wand out to know if they’re moving around. His wand extends and enhances it

His favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts. He’s ridiculously good at it. I’ve wrote about good of a duelist I think he is here but I think it extends past that. He’s overheard so much at home he knows how to combat a lot of it. Good knowledge of curse both Unforgivable and otherwise. Probably caused a lot of tension in fifth year between him and Seb. Contributing factor to their iffy relationship because let’s face it they don’t really act like best friends.

Was an UNREAL seeker in third year. Won every match because he could hear the snitch from across the pitch. Imelda banned him after matches ended too quickly. Was completely unbothered, only joined because Seb begged him to

Tallest of the boys but doesn’t look it due to his posture being awful (Seriously why does he slouch so badly) (Does mean when he fully stands up he’s HELLA TALL)

Has little crescent moon shaped scars along his palm from clenching his fists in his sleep.

Really good friends with Garreth. I’ve wrote so much for those two I just can’t help it. He reminds him of Sebastian before his sister was cursed.

Has a really good relationship with Hecat. She told him stories in First Year about Professor Black from back in Hogwarts so he wouldn’t be scared of him telling his parents things. Probably why he’s not scared to talk to him.

Only speaks Parseltongue when he can’t control himself. When he’s angry, or in Pain or…other times 👀

Nicknames

Only uses terms of endearment as an insult. King of the ‘Oh Sweetheart’ in a smarmy way…still kinda hot

I don’t imagine he calls anyone by anything other than their full name. Sebastian is always Sebastian Never Seb.

Except Evelyn, she is everything but her full name. Unless he’s mad at her. Eve, Ev, V, Evie.

He’ll only call her pet names if the time calls for it i.e. I saw someone’s fic where he calls her Hummingbird and I LOOOOVE that (Sorry can’t remember who that was but THANK YOU!)

‘Be honest with me, Little Hummingbird. Your heart is so fast, I know you’re lying’

Liberal use of ‘Good Girl’ in the bedroom but only after they’re comfortable with each other.

‘Be a Good Girl and get on your knees for me’

🔞 NSFW Headcanons 🔞

He’d be the best to lose your virginity to. He would absolutely be tender and sweet. I love Dominis as much as the next gal but he would be so sweet

He’s either planed the whole thing and everything perfect (Undercroft all lit up with candles and blankets and VERY STRONG locking charm on the gate) or it’s the most wonderful spontaneous event (piled up breathless on the floor of the prefects bathroom)

Speaking of one or the other, Ominis is either the sweetest most gentle man on the planet or he is absolutely insatiable ravenous filth.

Likes choking, spanking and biting. Like pulling the little gasps and moans and hisses from her.

FOREPLAY KING he cannot see! You cannot tell me he doesn’t love hearing how worked up she gets until she’s begging for him (Loves begging too)

No guy is good at fingering but…👀 he is. It just touching and fingers THATS HOW HE GETS AROUND ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS HE IS GOOD AT THAT SHIT!!

Hates whenever you have to be quiet. Almost makes it a game to see if he can force her to make a noise.

Other posts where I spout waffle about Ominis here and here and here

Masterlist

[seaside-writings]

Well, well, well! Hello. all you lovely people! It's been a hot minute since I did one of these lol.

As you can all probably tell, I've been dragged kicking and screaming back into Gravity Falls by "The Book of Bill." Because of this, I wanted to make a prompt list from all of my favorite lines of darker dialogue from the book.

Now I know this book is filled with dark dialogue from front to back, but these are the ones that stood out the most to me, and I know they stood out to others as well.

I hope you all enjoy this list, and if you use any of these prompts, please credit/tag me so I can come check out what you’ve created!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙△💛👁️‍🗨️🖤

P.s. I did add some lines from the Axolotl’s poem I just felt like they fit well in this mess.

"Until there was no one left but me, covered in blood, alone in the universe,"

"Turn back while you still can, or live forever with the regret,"

"It infects other books!"

"Any regrets about causing the apocalypse?"

"Blame the arson for the fire."

"It's not with it. Trust me. You have to trust me,"

"Love is a trick and worst of all it's a trick you play on yourself,"

"Even his lies are lies,"

"I don't want to die alone,"

"I'm broken wanna fix me?"

"Once you kill with one of these, it becomes a "serious straw,"

"This book has no codes,"

"They don't even consider for a single moment the sheer improbability that they got to exist in the ONE timeline where they kept all of their bodily organs,"

"Maybe one day in the future all their good luck will finally run out,"

"I've peered into the souls of the madmen, but this was the first time I'd been in a mind that was collapsing like a neutron star,"

"Your world is controlled by dark invisible forces that need to operate in the shadows to maintain their power,"

"Some desperate part of him seemed to be trying to heal himself, hoping to weld his memories back together like one of his robots,"

"For the first time, I felt a kind of pain that wasn't hilarious,"

"Nightmares about trying to wash blood off her hands that never comes out,"

"Recurring nightmares about overhearing a fight between his parents he wasn't supposed to hear. Why do you think they were in such a rush to get the kids out the door for the Summer?"

"A single spark from the memory inferno hit me, and a hole sizzled straight through me like a laser through butter,"

"And if I ran into any symbols, I'd be ready,"

"Their screams getting louder and louder."

"Listen not to his lies!"

"And he tended to rip out journal pages that had anything to do with his issues with others… especially me,"

"Is my strange way of seeing the universe a gift or a curse?"

"Is loneliness just the cost of greatness? And if it is… how long am I fated to endure?"

"On your own, you're a bunch of sepia-tinted nobodies destined for the dumpster of history,"

"Although the day had begun with us as strangers, it ended with us as brothers, bonded by vengeance and a newfound hatred,"

"Someone had reversed the Shaman's spell and had summoned me back! Who would it be?! A genius? An idiot? Oh. Oh my goodness me. Yes. It was both,"

"Can you collect them all before the end-times come?"

"How about that; you've got an inferior clone! Why didn't you just eat him in the womb? Think of how powerful you'd be!"

"Assemble all seven collectibles to open the seal,"

"The perfect weight to kill a man,"

"Says he's happy, he's a liar,"

"I grow maddened."

"A different form, a different time."

"He looked distant, more distant than I'd ever seen him before,"

"By a monster."

"He laughed joylessly,"

"It would eat you alive."

"Trust no one,"

"As the chanting grew louder, the forest was suddenly engulfed in flames, screaming laughter echoing, and then- I awake on the floor, gasping for breath,"

"I could see in the third dimension,"

"But being special comes with a price,"

"I've shut down the portal! Damn it all!"

"My mind reels from horror and humiliation! How could I have been so foolish!?"

"Saw his own dimension burn, misses home, and can’t return."

"I was wrong about everything!"

"Break my bones if you must, but you cannot break my will!"

"No, I won't give him the satisfaction! Instead of destroying my work, I'll destroy him instead!"

"That's because I've been knock-knocking your skull against the wall!"

"Has he done this before?? How far would he go?"

"I keep coughing up spiders,"

"My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone… the pay phone was out of order. The message hadn't gotten through,"

"You're my property. Don't forget it,"

"You gave me your blood, You let me into your mind!"

"From the graves around me arose a horde of cackling cadavers eyes aglow,"

"Why are you doing this?! Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Without me, you'll always feel unseen, surrounded by dolts who don't recognize your true potential,"

"You've always felt alone in a crowd, haven't you? Who else will give you this feeling again?"

"Even if you got rid of me, you'd miss me. Admit it, you'd miss me,"

"The hillbilly abandoned you, your father won't want you returning without millions, you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow. who would even miss you?"

"I have no one else,"

“I awoke from the hallucination, heart pounding, to find myself back in my living room, clock ticking, record skipping- and began to weep,”

"What if… he mocks me? What if he sees that I abandoned our family to become a recluse on the brink of madness?"

"Where did you all go? WHERE DID-"

"Shame is a powerful emotion. But if grows even more in the dark,"

"I thought I was protecting my family, but I was really protecting myself… from humiliation,"

"No, they mean nothing to you!"

"Because no matter what the idiot counselors in this smiling cage say, I don't need anyone, I never have, and I don't miss any of them!"

"I'm fine,"

"This morning I awoke to find my knuckles bloody and sore. He must have been punching and scraping the steel door like a caged animal all night in a frenzy to get in,"

“Someday… someone… will let… me… out,”

[yangjeonginniepics]

Hyunjin x sub!fem!reader

Rated: explicit 18+. MDFI

CW: Dom/sub dinamics, Gagging, cum eating, cumming inside. fingering, rimming (f receiving), slight voyeurism, squirting, anal, overstim, dacryphilia, rough sex, somnophilia,free use

please let me know if I forgot any cw 🙏

word count: 1.8k

Part 2 /continuation of the minho x reader

Dumpster series

Hyunjin eyes were poking out from the edge of the kitchen entrance door, his eyes shone bright while watching you eat your breakfast on the floor.

"Hey" he drew your attention softly "Don't mind me, keep doing what you're doing" he told you after you had turned your head to look at him. He kept walking towards you as you turned back to eat your scrambled eggs. Kneeling right behind you, you felt his fingers brushing against your lower hips and slid them down the side of your ass.

"You look so delicious like this" He bit his lips and have your butt a harsh slap. "So inviting, just begging to be taken." He hooked one of his fingers under the thin line of the tong you were wearing. "This excuse for underwear doing nothing to hide how eager your asshole is to just have a cock shoved right in '' he tore the small string leaving your genitals completely uncovered.

He rubbed around your private areas avoiding touching it directly which caused you to shiver in anticipation.

"Am I making your breath this shaky baby? Are you such a whore for my touch?" He ceased his movement.

"Please" you squirmed and groaned eager for him. Your behavior was compensated with a hard slap to your ass once again causing you to moan super loud.

"Keep it quiet over there I am trying to focus" you heard seungmin shout from another room.

"You heard him baby, gotta keep down. Or should I just gag you because I know what a cockslut you are and you'd never be able to control yourself when I am with you?" He whispered in your ear while leaning over you keeping your body caged against the tiled floor. You could only respond by giving him low wordless whines, almost as you were about to cry.

He nibbled your ears for a few seconds as he slowly brought his hands to your ass cheeks and spread them open, camly leading his now lube coated finger to your entrance in order to stretch you open for him.

"Ho-" you tried asking him but got cut off by how good the feeling of him stretching you was. The way his finger dragged into your hole sent shivers down your spine, your cunt was leaking so much it dripped down the tiles. You could feel a fire building in your abdomen along with the anxiety and eagerness to be filled.

He let out a chuckle at your action. "Such a dumb whore that you can't even pay attention to your surroundings when there is a possibility of getting your holes filled. You look so cute being so stupid I want to keep you alienated from everything. All you deserve and need to know is how to suck and take cock. The rest of us can handle it."

He inserted a second finger as he finished his sentence. You had given up keeping your head up and now your forehead was inside the pet bowl as the front part of your body was sprawled on the floor and you kept your butt up.

"Maybe we should add another rule, keep you plugged up at all times. You are so unbelievably tight, I didn't think it was possible for you to be so soon after last night." He said as he scissored your butthole and added the third finger. You were already lost in the feeling, unable to control yourself any longer, your eyes rolled back and your mouth gung open, drool pooling at the floor beneath you.

"Geez, you're such a dirty whore, truly born to be cumdump huh? Do you know how much is left inside this asshole? I can literally scoop it." You whined when he pulled his fingers out and left you empty. "You know, I cant let my hyungs and dongsaengs efforts go to waste like this." He brought his hand to your mouth. "Eat it, make their work worth it." You used all the strength in your body to hold your head up and took his fingers inside your mouth and licked them clean, the smell of the cum mix of different that had been left fermenting in your asshole for a few hours was intoxicating. You felt like you were about to cum untouched. "Wow, such a messy baby, can't even eat properly by herself huh?" Hyunjin was looking at your forehead and laughing as he picked pieces of egg stuck to your skin and fed them to you. "You're so lucky you have us to take care of you."

He then turned back and shoved four fingers into you without holding back. You shouted really loud at the rough intrusion and kept yelping as the pleasure mixed pain was too much for your small brain to handle.

Suddenly Hyunjin's movements halted causing you to whine so he would keep going. A few steps could be heard but you were too far out to care. When the steps ceased at your side, a hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head up without a single care if it hurt or not. "Didn't I say I was trying to focus? Have you lost all capacity to think and control your movements? Are we going to have to use tools to help you meet your basic needs now? Maybe we should train to be a decent pet better. But that is a task for another time. This will do for now" Seungmin shoved a cloth you were unable to recognise where it was from deep inside your mouth. You could smell Han's scent in it. "Don't you dare take it out." He directed at both you and Hyun.

"What did you put in her mouth?" Jinnie's curiosity spiked up but regardless restarted his movements.

"Just someone's underwear from the laundry bin. Judging by the precum stains, probably han's. She's lucky he's clean enough and doesn't have any skid marks" Seungmin joked and left the kitchen.

Hyunjin let out a grossed sound but quickly shrugged it off turning all his attention back to you. Feeling you were stretched enough he placed his other hand on the middle of you back indicating for you to arch yourself further to grant him better acess to your entrance. After you complied he used two finger from each hand to hold your asshole gaping and just let out a huge amount of spit he accumulated in his mouth just for this moment. Your position allowed his spit to travel down your insides and you could feel his saliva going further and further into you. Luckily Han's underwear muffled the loud moans you were making.

"Finally we've got to the good part." Hyunjin said as position himself behind you, aligning his cock with your hole and began to slowly push in. "Fuck it" was all you heard as he shoved himself in one go and started to piston in and out on you. Your scream was toned down by the improvised gag seungmin made for you, or else the police would've been contacted with how loud it would be.

The drag of each thrust hyunjin did sent sparks all over your body, the one who was barely holding itself up, was now shaking and about to fully give up and was only kept in place by hyunjin's grip on your hip.

You suddenly felt an incredible wave of pleasure like never before and sensed a weird liquid touching your knees and feet.

"Holy fuck baby, I didn't even know you could do that. I am so gonna show off to everyone I was the first one that made you squirt." Hyunjin said, making you realize what happened.

He kept fucking at an super fast pace. Your face was swollen and red as you cried from the overstimulation caused by hyunjin who was too involved with his own pleasure to even notice the state you were in. When his movements started to slow down as he was about to cum, he finally looked at you and noticed the state you were in.

"Awn is my baby crying from how good she feels? No? Are you feeling overestimated? Do you want me to stop? No? Well then I can't disappoint my baby now, can I?" He quit all movements, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Well now I can go at it full speed again" He resumed his rough thrust even faster then before and brought one of his hand to your sopping wet pussy and the other one to draw circles at your clit. You were crying and thrashing your body around as the pleasure was overtaking every part of your brain. You shaked as you were convulsing and squirting again. Hyunjin gave a few last thrusts and came inside you.

"Uhmm, this looks amazing, but since we don't have a plug to keep inside I should probably make you eat it so it doesn't go to waste." He lowered his head and kissed your rim delicately, he pushed his tongue inside and sucked his own release into his mouth. He turned your head to him, removed the cloth and kissed you, pushing his cum back to your mouth.

"Now be a good toy and swallow." He smirked watching you gulp down. He released your head carefully and placed the underwear gag in your mouth. You slowly felt like you were about to lose consciousness.

You woke up about an hour later. You still were in the middle of the kitchen, laying in your discharge and drool, your ass burning from hyunjins rough treatment, your jaw aching from having han's underwear in your mouth for too long and cum now dripping from your pussy, indicating someone used you while you were knocked out.

You rolled to your back and spread yourself like a starfish to stretch yourself, getting your hair drenched in your fluids.

You heard a knock on the table next to you.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" Chan was looking at you with a kind, soft smile. You smiled back in the most relaxed joyfull way possible. "I can see how good you've felt. But what happened today, can't happen again" when he said those words your mind filled with worries, where you not good enough?? "Don't overthink it darling. It's not that bad. However we will go under some change of rules. Meet us in the living room in about an hour, just clean up the mess you made and wash yourself... at least your hair." He stood in front of you and waited until you got up in front of him. "We still love you, don't worry" he gave you a kiss in the forehead and left you to tend the mess.

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Please let me know what you think. If you read the minho one and would like to comment if there were improvements or deceptions I would appreciate it as well.

I know I am not the best writer, so constructive criticism would help me improve for sure, but please be kind 💕

[the1975attheirverybest]

(Cabin) Pressure

A/N: This is probably unnecessary and super indulgent, lmao. I just have this impossible urge to baby him, OKAY? he's so....UGH!! anywaysssss!!! As requested by quite a few of you, here's part 2 of the flight one-shot. on a scale from 1 to absolute dumpster fire, lmk how bad it is, lol. Honestly I’m so conflicted about posting it, I might end up deleting later. AND YES SMUT COMING TONIGHT, I PROMISE. Just can't be writing smut at work in case one of my students comes to my office.

Read Part 1 here.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, depiction of panic attack.

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The guys hurried ahead to give her and Matty some privacy. She felt Matty's hand stiffen in hers as soon as he watched the automatic doors of the Departures Terminal open and his bandmates walk right in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his breathing quickened.

She squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to his body. "Hey," she looked up at him. "You're gonna be alright, yeah?"

Matty gave her a weak smile, nodding slowly. He wasn't sure he believed her. He wanted to. Desperately. But he couldn't control it. It was like his body reflexively reacted to his surroundings before his mind could step in and control how he felt. He could physically sense the tension seeping into his body, right on cue.

"Well, shall we?" he turned to her.

"No pressure. Take as long as you need. We've got time. We'll go in whenever you're ready."

"But the lads-"

"Matty, look at me...there you are. We'll catch up with them at the gate, yes? It's okay." Her free hand moved to touch his face, the sensation grounding him.

"Right, sorry, I'm being silly." he smiled timidly. "Okay, think I'm read. Let's do this."

"Lead the way."

She kept her eye on him as they made their way through the airport, watching his body for any signs of stress.

Matty stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the airline counters at the end of the hall.

"Fuck! My passport! Don't think it's in my bag! I don't remember seeing it-"

"Oh, god, sorry! I- I took it." she winced and looked apologetically up at him. "Sorry, I- uh, I thought if I kept track of the tickets, paperwork, and passports it...would give you some wiggle room so you didn't have to worry about sorting that stuff out...It's all with me! I have them here..."

To her surprise, and relief, Matty burst out laughing. "I think by thinking so hard about not panicking, I'm startin' to stress myself out. Alright, deep breaths."

She watched Matty close his eyes and take two deep breaths. Inhaling slowly, then opening his eyes as he exhaled.

"Okay, I'm all good now." He smiled, genuine this time. "And, thank you, baby, that was really kind of you to do." He dipped his head down to give her a quick kiss.

She rummaged through her bag, pulling out their documents as they approached the counter. "I can do it if you'd like..."

"No, it's okay. Think I can handle this. But, umm, keep holdin' my hand?" He blushed as he heard his own words leave his lips.

"Of course. I'm right here. All the way until security physically separates us."

***

With check-in and security now behind them, they wandered the airport in search of their gate, and the rest of their group. Matty seemed to relax a little, so she took the chance to suggest breakfast.

"Hey, wanna go over there and get something to eat?" she point towards the express version of some chain restaurant.

"Too anxious to eat. Afraid I won't be able to keep anything down."

"Please, baby? the nausea's probably worse when you're operating on an empty stomach. Let me buy you a little snack? you don't have to eat it right away..." She noticed Matty's attention shift from her gentle pleading to something else, something right behind her. "What're you looking at?" she frowned at the faint smile on his face. Turning around to check what was behind her, she saw a pair of young women, roughly in their early 20s, eyeing him hesitantly and struggling to contain their excitement.

"do you mind waitin' a bit? Think I'll go over there."

"Matty, are you sure? You know you don't have to do that if you're not feeling it."

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, my love. Put yourself in their shoes...you're tellin' me that if we bumped into, I don't know, Harry Styles, right now, you wouldn't go up to him to say hello?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I- I wouldn't expect HIM to be the one to come to ME."

"Oh, so now you're telling me that, if Harry Styles were right here, right now, you'd actually have the courage to go up to him yourself?"

She couldn't help but smile. At least, the fact that he took the opportunity to tease her about her celebrity crush was an indicator that he was in a good enough mood. "Alright, let's go say hi." She relented.

"I appreciate you watching out of me." He placed his hands on her cheeks, kissing her, and giggling against her lips bit at the sound of the girls squealing behind him before he went over to greet them.

He sweetly introduced himself as Matty and gave each woman a hug, whispering "nice to meet you, Darlin'" as he pulled them in. He signed the backs of their itineraries, agreed to FaceTime a friend, and stood for pictures with them.

"Do you wanna take it or do you want me to take it? Actually, you know what? My girlfriend, here, can take it...Babe?" He gestured for her to come closer, "do you mind?" handing her the girls' phones.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear as they walked away, waving the girls goodbye and wishing them a safe trip.

"I never said it would be bad! I was-"

"Just trying to take care of me, I know." He kissed her cheek. "But I'm okay. Really. Cuz I've got you."

***

The flight seemed off to a good start, with her and the guys taking turns at sitting with, and distracting, Matty from his thought spiral. Take off was a bit rough for a moment; he visibly broke a sweat and almost crushed her hand in his while the plane settled into altitude. She quickly brought him back the a calm enough state after that, though. They argued over which film to watch, eventually agreed to each watch their own choice, before Matty petulantly abandoned his screen and begged to watch whatever she was watching instead. This, of course, meant that she had to pause and explain the plot to him, bring him up to speed. She pretended to be annoyed with him, but secretly, she was glad for it because, the more that she actively participated in distracting him, the less likely it was that he'd let his mind wander and start overthinking.

Her plan seemed to be working, until it wasn't. 7 hours into the flight, Matty's senses were overwhelmed. He could no longer block the anxious thoughts away by steering his attention towards her, his friends, or whatever forms of entertainment were available to him. He even got out his laptop, tried to do some work to keep his mind occupied, but as time went on, his anxiety sucked more and more of his energy, until his will inevitably weakened, and he succumbed to the catastrophic thinking...

His eardrums pounded with the sound of his own heartbeat, the sounds of his surroundings being reduced to a faint, persistent whisper. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs, panting and sweating as his eyes scanned the tight quarters. The voice inside his head screamed for him to leave the airplane, but he was aware enough to know that it was physically impossible to escape. Both sides of his brain locked in an impossible battle, the result was a near-complete paralysis. He lost the feeling in his limbs, his vision going blurry. Even breathing became a consuming conscious task. He felt like he was drowning underwater.

"M-matty? my love, what's the matter?" She was immediately alarmed when she'd glanced away from her book to check in with him. "You look like you're gonna be sick...Do you need me to call for someone?"

With great effort, Matty shook his head, looking helplessly at her.

"Talk to me, honey..."

"P-panic attack." he stuttered, short-winded and struggling to breathe.

The words brought instant tears to her eyes, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed by how quickly his pain had crushed her heart, but she wasn't about to make this about herself.

Delicately, she reached around his neck, loosing his tie. "I'm gonna take this off, okay?" explaining each of her movements as she did them so as not to startle him with anything unexpected. Matty's scattered brain was, of course, much too overwhelmed to process anything that she was saying to him, but the softness of her tone somehow made him nod anyway. She stood up, looking a few rows behind her, for George. They'd made an agreement that she would signal to him if she needed his help. Unfortunately, though, George was sound asleep, from what she could tell.

Shifting her attention back to Matty. "I'm gonna undress you, okay?"

She unbuttoned his button-down. "Honey, are you with me? need you to take off your undershirt, okay? it's much too tight."

When he made no effort to follow her instructions, she reached over and took it off for him. “Okay, I’ve got a better shirt for you in my bag. I just need to get it from the overhead bin, alright? I’ll be right back, okay?” 

Matty might as well have been asleep; he made no movement or attempt to acknowledge her, which broke her heart to a million pieces. 

She hurried over to George’s seat kicking it roughly to wake him up. 

“He needs you.” She simply stated as soon as she saw George’s eyes flutter open. 

George cleared his throat several times. “R-right. I’m up; I’m up. I promise.” He stood up, peaking ahead of him to wear Matty was seated. “He’s…naked?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I’m getting him clothes. But I need you, you gentle giant. Help me get my bag before you sit with him? Just need to get his stuff…”

George sprung into action, following her commands swiftly while she went through her bag to find a 1975 crew neck that was two sizes too big on Matty, and a pair of his joggers. She’d packed them when he insisted on wearing his shirt and tie to the airport, hoping she’d use them under happier circumstances, but right now, she was just glad she’d thought ahead. She went over to the flight attendant and grabbed him some water to go along with the sleeping pills. 

By the time that she’d made it back to their seats George, had somehow talked Matty into reclining his seat, closing his eyes, and apparently leant  him some headphones. “What- how-“

George, ever the wizard, just shrugged. “It’s all I could think of, alright?”

She broke into a smile, kissing her friend’s balding head. “You’re an Angel, George.”

“Hmm.” George hummed, smirking. “Listen, I’ll go get a coffee to wake myself up. Give me a shout if you need me, yeah?”

***

Matty got through the reminder of the flight relatively alright. While he didn't manage to fall asleep, despite the sleeping pills she'd given him, nor did he manage to eat any real meals, the first class reclining chairs were comfortable enough for him to close his eyes and focus on an audio book for a couple of hours, and he did nibble on a piece of buttered toast while wrapped himself up in the blanket she'd bought him and shuffling through her especially curated playlist. The anxiety never completely left him, but he was happy to endure a lower-level persistent anxiousness instead of the sudden panic attack that had gripped him earlier.

At long last, they'd touched down and began their journey out of the airport. Matty always wondered if the arrivals terminal is universally more difficult to get through, or if his impatience to finally be done with the travel part always made it seem so, regardless of where in the world he'd found himself.

At baggage claim, the stress of the journey seemed to catch up to him. He wrapped his armed around her waist, burying his face into the side of her neck and breathing in her scent. Just when he'd closed his eyes, hoping to catch a breath while they waited for the couple of items that they could neither ship ahead of time, nor bring in their carry-ons, to appear on the carousel, he became aware of a couple of people catching on to his presence.

"No, Matty, please." her hand grabbed onto his arm around her waist when she felt him slip away from her, getting ready to greet the fans.

"It's fine, Darlin'" his voice was heavy with sleep, as were his eyes.

She sighed, this time, she couldn't be supportive of his decision. As she spotted his guitar and got ready to retrieve it, she overheard him apologize to a few people for "looking sweaty" and mumbling something about jet lag. Ross stepped in to help her with the bag, listening silently and nodding in agreement as she whispered her complaints about Matty's lack of boundaries. If she'd let him get a word in edgewise, he'd have said "you should've seen him when our career first started, he was acting like he was every fan's best mate." George joined Matty for a moment, saying a quick hello to everyone before politely excusing himself and pulling his friend away. "We've gotta go, Matty, c'mon."

Though George had succeeded in extracting Matty away, his victory was short-lived. At the airport gates, the guys were surprised to find a group of more than just a handful of fans waiting for them. Phone cameras flashed as soon as the gates opened, the crowd calling out and vying for the band's attention.

Adam was the first to jump into their designated car as it pulled up by the side of the building. Ross and George followed shortly behind him. Matty, on the other hand, was quickly separated from them when he paused momentarily, slightly thrown off, by the presence of people on both sides of the gates.

She rushed over to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the car. For a moment, Matty let her lead the way, trailing behind her with a hand on her hip to keep from losing her. He kept his head down, but closer he got to the crowd, the louder they were, and the faster his heart beat. His palms were beginning to sweat and breathing was getting difficult again. A voice in the back of his head told him to stop, to take a look around and stop staring at his feet, and when he did, he saw the faces of the people looking at him and he couldn't help it. He let go of her hand, walking over to one group, while the other screamed out his name.

She attempted to call out his name, but her voice was drowned out by the phones beeping, cameras flashing, and excited chatter. She stood there, astounded as he smiled and hugged a few people, apologizing that he couldn't sign someone's phone case because he didn't have a pen on him.

He turned around to the second group, "I promise, I'll get to all of you if we don't cause too much trouble and security doesn't get involved. could we...maybe just move away from the gates?"

She sighed, exasperated by the lengths he was going to. He was practically behaving like a event organizer, ushering people away from the rest of the public.

As well intentioned as his plan was, it did not work out quite as he’d imagined. the moment that he moved people away from the airport gates, everyone naturally formed a circle around him, a few people elbowing their way to the front. He was trapped.

Matty froze in place, fighting to keep his expression straight and suppress the fight or flight response that had kicked in. What had he done? The illusion that he had any control at all over the situation was quickly blown away. She could see his hands shaking by the sides of his body as he struggled to regulate his breathing. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She squeezed her way past an appreciable number of people, trying to get to Matty. “Excuse me, yeah, could I just- get through. Thanks.” She grabbed his hand. “Hey, you,” and leaned into his ear “Matty, whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not smart. Let’s leave.”

“Just a second. Almost done.” He whispered, fully aware that there was no way people weren’t listening to their conversation.

“You’re not feeling well, let’s get in the car, please?”

“A few more people-“ she pulled him by the arm dragging him away from people and towards the car. Matty waved apologetically at groaning people who were mumbling how unfair this was, dipping his head low and rushing to keep up with  her. 

The chatter between the guys in the car fell silent as she and Matty climbed in. They settled into the backseat with Matty instantly clinging to her and resting his head on her chest as the car drove away. Her hands reflexively found his hair, running her fingers through it and kissing his forehead.

“Baby? Could I just say something?” Matty spoke, finally breaking the dead silence, once they’d made it onto the highway. 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She said firmly.

Ross and Adam exchanged a look of surprise. Clearly impressed with, and in support of, her new tone.

Matty lifted his head halfway off of her looking up at her. “But I’d just like to explain-“

“I said I don’t wanna hear it. Can we not talk about it right now?”

He replaced his head back on her body, her hands resuming their soothing motions through his hair. “Can tell you’re angry.” He mumbled. 

“No shit! Of course I’m angry.” He heard her heartbeat rise as she spoke. Her hands still comforting him though her tone was definitely sharp. 

“I just wanna-“

“I said I don’t want to have this conversation right now, and yet, you keep fuckin’ pushing. Look, I know you love your fans. You’re grateful. And, honestly, it is one of the greatest joys of my life watching you interact with them. The knowledge that you can be so tender and compassionate- not just with me me, not with your family, the boys, your friends- but with complete strangers as well…that’s what makes you a man in my eyes. So, trust me, Matty, I don’t say this lightly, but you have absolutely no boundaries. You’re a pushover!”

Matty was quiet for a moment, taking in the gravity of her words. “Okay, I can see why you’d think that.” he opened his eyes, looking up her through his hair. “But could I just explain my side of things?”

“There is no ‘your side’! You are mentally and physically exhausted. Matty- you were literally shaking. And, this wasn’t a professional event! This wasn’t a signing or a meet-and-greet!”

“That’s exactly why l-“

“My point is, it wasn’t safe! What if someone’d gotten hurt? What if you’d gotten hurt? There was no security to control the situation. Nobody to help or be held accountable! There’s a reason everyone else was sitting in this car, and not out there with you.”

“I get it.” Matty conceded.

“We were all bending over backwards to make sure you’re okay, then you go and willingly put yourself in a stressful situation that would trigger you. I mean,” she shook her head, speechless. 

“I just- I’m sorry.”

“I know. Let’s just not talk about it anymore. Alright?”

Matty’s arms squeezed around her waist as he nuzzled his face deeper into her chest, kissing her skin in a silent apology.

The car fell into another silent lull, until, several minutes later, George peaked his head from the passengers seat and told her and Matty not to check Twitter. 

“Oh, god. What’d you have to say that for? You know Matty’s gonna wanna see it now!” Adam groaned, chastising George. 

“What?” George shrugged. “I said ‘whatever you do, don’t check Twitter,’ I didn’t say to hurry up and check it.”

“I’ve literally been biting my tongue this whole ride.”

Matty, who’d been  half asleep in her arms, pulled out his phone, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light of the screen. 

Just as he’d suspected, photos of him being dragged away from adoring fans were already circulating the internet. All captioned with dramatic out of context narratives. 

“Matty Healy and gf argue in the middle of airport parking lot”

“1975 front man  physically dragged away from fans by possessive gf.”

Comments embellished the description using every colorful name in the book. From “jealous” and “immature” to “frigid witch.”

Matty set his phone down, neither one of them said anything. They spent the remainder of their ride to the hotel in silence. 

***

“How’re you feeling?” She emerged out of the bathroom, walking over to Matty’s slumped over figure on the bed. 

“I’m sleepy, and hungry, and tired, and I smell like airplane.” He mumbled. “I’m also sad.”

“Why’re you sad?” She bent down to kiss his nose. 

“Cuz you’re mad at me. You don’t seem to understand- the fans…they’re like the most important thing. Unless I’m physically tied down, I will always go out there and meet them. Never gonna be dismissive. Never gonna make them feel like they don’t matter to me.” Matty sat up in bed, taking her hands in his, and pulling her closer to him. “You can’t put out the kind of music that I put out, and then pretend not to want anything to do with the people who listen to it.” She nodded, attempting to signal that she was on his side. “There are ways of saying ‘sorry, not today guys.’ Without being dismissive or rude.”

“I hope you know, that’s never gonna be me. I’d never say that to them. It’s just not who I am.”

“I know. I don’t expect you to suddenly change. I just hope you don’t expect me to either. Cuz I’m still gonna worry about you and try to protect you when you’re in over your head.”

Matty smiled at her with droopy eyes. “Deal.” He kissed her lips. 

“Sorry they’re saying mean shit online.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve wanted to be a witch since I was a little girl!” She giggled. “Now, c’mon. I ran us a bath.”

“Wait…us? Like you AND me?”

***

“You had a really rough day today, huh?” She whispered as she snuggled into him, getting comfortable in their hotel bed. 

Matty turned on his side to face her, the smell of her freshly washed hair calming his mind. “Couldn’t have gotten through it without you.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Could we just…stay here, in this bed, for ever. Just you and me. Where it’s safe, soft, quiet.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Yeah, let’s do that.”

[ominous-faechild]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

Rule: use this generator to create “incorrect quotes” for characters in your wip!

This tag was going around for a bit months back, but I'm reviving it!

WAVES OF MISFORTUNE

Zarina: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Cricket, rushing in: Zarina! Yesval tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Flavie: What are your adjectives? Yesval: …You mean my pronouns? Flavie: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives? Yesval: …I dunno. What are yours? Flavie: Noisy and chaotic! Yesval: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

Yesval: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Flavie: What? No, I— Benji: *enters room* Yesval: *jaw clenches*

Flavie: *gasp* Yesval: wHAT?? Flavie: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Yesval: *inhales* Tián, in another room with Benji: Why can I hear screeching?

Benji: ARE YOU- Tián: Fucking. Benji: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Tián: Fucking. Benji: IDIOT! Cricket: …What was that? Tián: Zarina banned Benji from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

Cricket, shakily: Please, just tell me what the book is about. The plot, please. Benji, reading an annotation on the cover of a book, unfazed: A subversive masterpiece. A deep and touching story. New York Times Bestseller. Cricket, now looking directly at Benji: Go fuck yourself.

Benji: Do dragons fart fire? Cricket: I don't know. Benji: I thought you went to college.

Cricket: Please pray for Benji. Tián: What happened to him? Cricket: Nothing, he's just very stupid.

Tián, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Benji, the love of my life, for telling me Flavie was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

Tián: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat? Benji: I don’t usually eat with losers. Tián: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Tián: I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.

Zarina: What are you two arguing about this time? Benji: She's always using common phrases incorrectly! Flavie: Cry me a table, Benji.

Flavie: What do you guys do when you're stressed? Zarina: Try and calm myself down! Benji: Sleep. Cricket: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. Yesval: I don't.

Tián: Good night. Benji: Sleep tight. Yesval: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Zhihao: Great, now Benji's crying.

Flavie, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Flavie: Is this a good idea? Flavie: Probably not. Flavie: Do I care? Flavie: No.

Tián: I think Flavie is in trouble. Yesval: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

Flavie: Benji, what are you doing tomorrow? Benji: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

Benji: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me. Flavie: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Flavie: Benji told me I was found in a KFC bucket next to a dumpster and I was rescued. Yesval: You probably were. Flavie: Oh crap, maybe that's the reason why. Maybe my lackluster feelings towards their fried chicken is because subconsciously I'm reliving the trauma whenever I see their trademark bucket. My brain and cognitive dissonance won't let me completely lie to myself and say I hate their food, because fried chicken is great and I want some now, instead it just steers me away. Thank you for helping to guide me towards this epiphany, perhaps now the healing can begin.

Zarina: What makes you all smile? Tián: Friends and Family. Flavie: Snacks. Benji: Victory and success. Yesval: Face muscles.

Benji: All the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.

Benji, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Flavie: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Cricket, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Benji, spraying Flavie: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Flavie: Dude, I forgot- Benji: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Zarina: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Flavie: Why would anyone want to harm Benji? Yesval: Maybe because they met him?

*the TV is freaking out* Tián: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support. *unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes* Tián: Yeah, that didn’t work with my grandma either.

Zarina: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Yesval, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Flavie: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk. Flavie: *cuts piece of cake* Benji: ... Can I have some? Flavie: Cake is for talkers.

RISING FROM THE ASHES

Kieva, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Carmin: When life gives you lemons, what do you do? Sammy: Make lemonade! Carmin: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

Kieva: Your smile looks forced. Carmin: That’s because it is.

Tián: I started school with straight A’s. Now I’m not even straight.

Kieva: I need life advice. Tián, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Tián: Do you ever think? Because I do not.

Caron: That's it, you're grounded! Tián, no adventures for you! Roman, no fighting for you! Taj, no stealing for you! And Al... oh gods, is there anything you love? Al: Revenge. Caron: No vengeance for you. Al: I was going to say "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.

Tián: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box. Kieva: That’s a trash can.

Mei: Are you this rude to everyone?! Carmin: Yup. Carmin: Don't think you're special.

Carmin: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Mei? Mei: … I’m sorry. Carmin: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

Mei: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single? Carmin: Do not do that. Mei: You won’t even notice! Kieva, entering: Mei, you wanted to see me again? Mei: Carmin's single Carmin:

Mei: Did you win? Or just not die? Mei: Either way, hooray. Carmin: ...Is "no" a valid answer? Mei: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

Sammy: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Sammy: I choose to waive that right! Sammy: *screams*

Flavie: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Aditi: We're chopsticks! Flavie: Well... that's cute! Flavie: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Tián: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Aditi: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now. Carmin: Uh, Tián and Taj are not getting along. Aditi: They’re not trying to kill each other. Carmin: You may have a point.

Zain: You’re alive. Roman: No need to sound so disappointed.

Elazi: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Roman: Cenotaph. Elazi: What? Roman: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Elazi: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Roman: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Elazi: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Roman: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Elazi: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Roman: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

Elazi: Do you want to know your gay name? Roman: My... my gay name? Elazi: Yeah, it's your first name- Roman: Haha. Very funny Elazi- Elazi: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. Roman: Oh- oh my god.

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[arctrooper69]

Til the Last Shot's Fired

A letter from the front lines from a tired soldier.

Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back Alive" clone letter series.

Warnings: Sad/Angsty Jesse

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Hey Sweetheart, I miss you so kriffing much. Don't worry about me. The boys and I are kicking ass and taking names - damn Seppies don't know what hit 'em. Same as we've been doing for months now, but as weird as it sounds, I think the war might actually be over soon. And as weird as it sounds again, I'm glad. The stakes are getting higher and it just feels like this storm is what everything has been leading up to.

I'm writing because I miss you obviously. I dream about you a lot, you know. But a lot has happened and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. A lotta shit went down recently and it got me thinking. You ever feel like you're not as in control of something as you thought you were? We went up against a Sith today. Think like Jedi, but unimaginably evil. He wanted information.....and I tried so kriffing hard....but I gave it up. He ripped the information right outta my kriffing head. My own thoughts....just ripped right out of my mind. I couldn't help it. I betrayed my brothers. My own mind betrayed me. You ever feel as if your own thoughts are against you? Rex says I'm not a traitor, but I feel like one. I thought I had more control than that. I thought I had more discipline. I'm so sorry, babe. I know I said I'd be home by now, but duty calls and like a good soldier does, I've got to answer.

I know you don't wanna hear this, babe, but after what happened I just need to say it. If I don't make it back to you, know that it's not because I didn't try like hell to see you again.

Gods I miss you.

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I'm so kriffing tired, babe. When I close my eyes tonight, I'm gonna think about that night at your place when I last saw you. I wanna remember how your arms felt around me. I wish I could hold you. I wish I could kiss you because right now you are the only thing in the entire Galaxy that would make things seem anywhere close to normal again. I just feel so lost out here without you. I want nothing more than to be back at your place, holding you tight, but hey, you fell for a soldier. I won't fail you, babe. I'll come home soon, I promise. We're heading back to Coruscant soon. I can't wait to see you. I need to feel you in my arms. I need to hold you, touch you, smell that hot fruity perfume you like to wear when you know I'm coming over. I love you! I'll come home, babe. As soon as we've fired off the last shots of this war into the fried Separatist brain circuits, I'll come running. I promise. I love you. Your favorite man, Jesse

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[sparklingdemon]

The reversed Cody art and the April Fools event with Venusaur in Pokémon Monochrome have me thinking about what a hypothetical Eevee ghost would potentially be like (A huge surprise, coming from the user "bronzeeevee" LMAO)

If Venusaur is apathy, I was thinking maybe Eevee could be pure emotion, or something along the lines of that?

Lean into Eevee's evolution gimmick to have it be like Pikachu (Jolteon), Blastoise (Vaporeon), and Charizard (Flareon) all in one, switching between evolution forms seemingly on a dime?

(Putting some rough doodles I did for this idea below- hopefully it goes through, I am admittedly still getting used to tumblr XD)

Side note: The recent confrontation with Charizard has me on the EDGE OF MY SEAT. Even beyond just the confrontation itself and hoping we can fulfill Cody's wishes, the IMPLICATIONS of how the "real" Cody died all adding up... ohhh boy. Very good stuff, again I have to praise your dialogue skills and ability to set a suspenseful scene!

(side note #2: I have not been able to get the phrase "BAJALASTOISE BLAST" out of my head for the past several days LMAO)

oooo very fun! i like the idea of it! (makes me think of the pokemon adventures manga, where red's eevee did the exact same thing!)

i can imagine that unlike with the other ghosts, who know exactly what they want, eevee ghost has no idea what it wants to be, or what it wants from the situation, and is erratic and tormented because of it, haha. (a parallel to cody not knowing what to do with themself, and the audience themselves being indecisive abt what to do with cody)

flipping between emotions nearly instantly with no sense to it. goes from flareon angrily calling cody a dumpster fire before jolteon saying "haha i was just joking" and vaporeon like "i'm sorry please don't be mad at me". it probably would also try to argue with itself, making a point in an argument only to be like "AUGH! NO! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!" it would be like if all of cody's players were wrapped up into the same pokemon, all at once. i love the ideas this concept is giving me, haha!

thank you! i'm really glad the charizard confrontation is giving its intended effect - even successfully defeating charizard won't come with its own fallout and drama, because she's cast suspicion onto cody… it's clear that cody's players are still (mostly) on cody's side, but it'll be interesting to watch cody try to damage-control the situation after this is over…

(not gonna lie the bajalastoise blast ask sent me too lmao)

[frnkiebby]

Frnk part 2 because the limit is 10 pictures

i really really really need frank to keep up with his longer hair bc fuck it works so well for him~🎃

[littlemissidontcare]

Since I know that the space cunt and Another Annabelle Asskisser stalk this blog religiously, I’m coming here to say that I fucking despise Donald Trump, his beliefs, and his “vision” more than words can capture. But I value my fucking humanity more than I hate him. NO ONE deserves to give their life for having served public office. You don’t like the bastard? Then it is YOUR JOB to go to the polls and keep him out of office in November. And if you aren’t from the US, please shut the fuck up. Any politician being attacked or assassinated is a terrible moment for any country. The implications of that kind of attack make us vulnerable to those who want to see us fall. Plus, I really don’t want Donald Trump becoming a martyr after all he’s said and done. The guy is a human dumpster fire but, despite what the ask the space scunt sent herself implies, he is not quite at the level of a man whose MO was world domination and death camps. He’s just a piece of shit xenophobic billionaire. Hate to break it to you, but that’s most people in US politics, he’s just more brazen about presenting those beliefs. Fucking spare me.

Sebastian clearly detests Donald Trump, but would absolutely condemn all of these immature, repulsive memes. Congrats on using Bucky’s trauma as a joke. Because Bucky didn’t want to kill a single fucking person he did. Sebastian has spent over a DECADE telling us his story only for you to reduce him to a hateful meme. Congrats, you are no better than the orange fuck you hate. Annabelle is a thin skinned, talentless brat with no genuine bone in her body. People are allowed to dislike her and most do. Just as people are allowed to dislike Trump and talk smack. But guess what? NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO ATTEMPT TO TAKE EITGER SCUMBAG’S LIFE.

Also, y’all better wake up and understand that your precious Annabelle probably has a lot more in common with Trump than you’ll ever wanted to admit. Down to perverted, unrealistic images of what women “should” look like, a lack of compassion for those without money, and straight-up, out of control narcissism. So chew on that for a bit.

Also…get off your high horse. You literally stalk, threaten, and cyber bully people harder than Trump ever has. And that’s saying something.

ALL OF THIS.

SAY. IT. LOUDER.

When I saw Bucky memes towards DT on twitter I was so fucking disgusted. People should be fucking ashamed of themselves.

[canyouhearthelight]

Nihilus Rex, Ch. 36: Truth and Consequences

Trigger warning on this chapter for emetophobia. Because shit just got very very real in the previous chapter, and we are not going to pretend our girl is a stone cold badass yet.

Shoutout to @baelpenrose for tag teaming this chapter with me so we could get the right balance with all the characters while keeping this very much from Lash's POV.

Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

I'm gonna change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Wearing our vintage misery

No, I think it looked a little better on me

I'm gonna change you like a remix

Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

“Phoenix”, Fall Out Boy

Lash

I bolted out of the office we were using and onto what had been the sales floor before vomiting.  A part of me in the back of my brain was very proud of that, but the rest of me was horrified.

Children.  Children had died as a result of our gamble.

When my stomach was mercifully empty, I started looking for cleaning supplies, numbly thinking through everything.  Nils had warned me several weeks ago that I couldn’t do this and keep my hands clean. And I had ordered the deaths of the men who had fire-bombed the coffee shop, killing my family and maiming more of them. My hands aren’t clean, I kept reminding myself as I tried to clean up the evidence of my emotions.

“Lash.” I heard Nils over my shoulder, and held a hand up to stop him.

“Back up. I’m cleaning up sick. It smells awful, but I’m almost done.”

“Lash.”

“I’m getting it together, just give me a minute.  And don’t bother telling me not to act like this in front of Gray, clearly I know that or I wouldn’t have bolted from the office.”

“Nah, he’s busy on something else. He’s not paying attention to us.” Nils’ voice was sickly detached. “He’s a frighteningly good tactician, we picked well. I was impressed by how quickly he picked up command and control of the firefight around the church.” His voice sounded distracted. “As an aside, I hope you didn’t get too far into cleaning up because I may throw up in a moment.”

The caretaker part of my brain took over and I pointed at the bucket I had not yet tossed the rags in. “Puke in there, please. I just started bleaching so we don’t invite ants.  Don’t worry, I plan to toss the rags in there and take the entire thing to the nearest dumpster.”  My automatic reactions kicked in after a second and I realized my flaw. “Third closest dumpster… I don’t want the people living here finding that when they go diving.”

I listened to the noises Nils made for a few minutes, and when they seemed to have paused, I sighed, not even lifting my forehead from where it was propped on a knee. “Nine kids… what have we done?”

Nils took a breath. “Drove a wedge between the chaos fascists and the iron-edged boot of the state.” His voice was rattled, uncertain. “I hate it, Lash. But what we just did was…it’ll save more lives in the long run. How many kids in your community get shot by cops for being a little on the darker side? Or…adjacent communities? How many die in school shootings? Whatever the fallout of what we just did, it’s going to do something about one of those problems. Either it’s going to brutalize the police and limit their ability to continue attacking communities of any kind, or it’s going to actually defang the gun lobby enough to limit mass shootings. We can’t undo what we just did. All we can do now is make it mean something.” 

I couldn’t tell if he believed himself, or if he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince me. Given that I had promised not to rip into him when we had a difference of opinion, I just sat in silence with my thoughts. Realistically, the more vocal political public would bend over backwards to explain why this was different, why this one mattered more than the others.  And maybe some change would come from it, but it wouldn’t happen on a legislative scale - but in public opinion this was the time to go all in.

I stood with a heavy breath. “That bucket is ten gallons. I’m going back before Gray gets suspicious.”

“Lash - “

“No. You get it out out here, behind the scenes, just like I did. I will be on my best behavior. Swear.”  I didn’t even wait for a response before I returned to the room we were using as our base of operations, slipping my headset on with a professional tone.

“Gray, talk to me.”

“Conflict is managed, Phoenix. Bishop says you and Nihilus are going to begin planning a ground game to move support among those shocked by this tragedy.” The last word lilted slightly, sardonically. “Begin creating a ground swell for our movement. By all accounts your speciality is more prepared for that than my own.”

Closing my eyes, I resigned myself to making a deal with the devil. “You would think, but I need you, specifically, for the next part.  Pick or create a personality, I don’t particularly care. But start drawing comparisons to shootings on black and brown communities. We need more people, and if we want to avoid suspicion, we are going to need some who aren’t already in the far right pipeline.  I know that is the last thing you want to hear, and I get it, but we need to court both sides if we want to stay under the radar.” As much as I disliked Gray, he could argue with himself online better than anyone we had on hand - or even than I had offhand.

“No, Bishop implied something about this to me. No, I have…communications with some black nationalist groups who arm themselves against police. I will start with them - that persona is probably the easiest to work with. Begin networking with your type, at your end,” Gray’s voice was almost bored. 

My heart stopped. My type? We had been careful not to connect Elaskhi with the Phoenix Queen.  The blood in my veins ran like ice.

Before I could say anything, Nils stepped back into the room and tapped his headset. “Good planning. Bishop can help Phoenix coordinate with the more relief-focused organizations that lean more independent and less politically-radical, but anti-establishment. I’ll be checking in with all three of you. Gray, maintain your communication with the right wing gun activists and begin building bridges with black nationalist gun rights groups. Emphasis: the state and corporations are the enemy, all our differences are secondary.” He slapped his headset off again and turned to me. “We’ll figure out what the hell he meant by ‘your type,’ in a minute.”

I re-ran the conversation in my head. Applying the most charitable perspective I could make up to it, I tried to mollify Nils. “He could mean brown people, or he could mean climate and health activists. The ‘hippy dippy’ crowd.  The sooner we know which he meant, the better.” Deep down, I was praying to every deity I believed in that it was the latter.  If Gray had figured out who I was, this was much more serious than we’d thought.

I bit the bullet and unmuted. “Gray… In the year of our lord 2017, what the hell do you mean by ‘my people’?”

“Pakistani-Indian, second or third generation immigrant to the US. Don’t worry, your security was flawless, your accent is just readable. I did human intelligence, remember? Accents are something I had to get really good at distinguishing. And hey, can’t be all bad - your ancestral land is what, second most populous in the world? Clearly you’re doing something smarter than we are.” 

Trying to avoid giving Gray any ideas, I bit back the automatic response about lack of reproductive care and sexual assault rates. “That doesn’t necessarily mean I know everyone or anyone in either India or Pakistan.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence. Immigrant communities in this country stick together, and we haven’t gone international yet. Odds are, there’s people in your community that have ties to further-flung Pakistani or Indian immigrants. And your activism definitely gives you ties to other groups you can talk to.”

I wanted, very desperately, to deny his suggestion.  However, that would involve a big fat lie that literally no one would believe.

Bishop cut in when he saw Nils open his mouth. “To some degree. Not, perhaps, to the degree you imagine. Getting broader community support following this - especially given the backlash that will follow, both official and unofficial, will be a lift, but not impossible.” 

Nils nodded. “Then we have at least a start. And we need to have a breath before we do something this high profile again - Phoenix and I have a gambit to get the FBI off our tails coming up, but they aren’t going to be drawn off forever. They’ll come around again eventually. We need to get them officially spouting the line that we’re a series of unrelated events as long as possible and not looking into greater significance until we have the ground work to make a real power grab.” 

I pressed a hand on my upset stomach and forced the words out, knowing it was for the best. “And that includes framing some people if needs be. I’m willing to go down for a cause, but not until it has enough traction to carry on without me.”

Gray surprised me by adding his assent. “That is the only intelligent move, so very much what I expected from someone like you.”

I wanted to object, but Bishop shrugged and nodded apologetically.

Apparently I needed to get braced for racism that expected more of me, not less.

Then Nils, speaking in the persona of Nihilus. “If we are committing, then the situation is this. No one here is expendable until the endgame. We need a few more people to round out the set we’re playing with, and we need to be looking into finding people for that role. Whatever happens - it isn’t going to be pretty. It will involve more of what we’ve already done. But we’ll have the chance to change the world the way we’ve always hoped.” 

I wondered for a moment if he knew how Gray was digesting that information. It definitely wasn’t even close to how I would have wanted. 

[hexalene]

rant below I’m struggling with my health and mobility and it sucks and I need to get this off my chest

A disk in my spine is herniated and I can’t walk I can’t DO ANYTHING without absolutely excruciating pain

The only thing I can do without crying from pain is lay on the ground not even my bed JUST THE FLOOR

Walking: 13/10 absolute nightmare agony my whole body just collapses to the right and I go down no matter what. I can make it like…5 steps then I’m down for half an hour

Sitting: 20/10 fuck my life literally cannot sit this makes DRIVING near impossible

I drove to the pharmacy to get my meds to try and help this and this is like, a 7 minute drive. 15 with traffic. Literal straight line down the highway. It took me THREE HOURS to make the drive because I had to keep pulling over and putting ice and heat packs on my back and lay down in the seat to try and stop the agony it was AWFUL I was literally crying from pain trying to drive and just PRAYING that nobody called the cops to check on me it was so miserable.

And I’m no wuss, my pain tolerance is high, so I tried to drive to work and I almost went off the road when my leg spasmed and slammed down on the gas, I swear to god I met Jesus for a second because I almost drove straight into a DEEP reservoir. And like holy shit?? Like this shit hurts but I didn’t expect I’d LOSE CONTROL of my leg like holy shit

So now I’m not driving. I haven’t really told anyone in my life what exactly happened, but I’ve been telling them the pain is too bad. I had to email work and be like I can’t make it in, like I literally can’t drive, here’s my doctor’s appointment please don’t fire me

(It’s a government job and I’m a good employee I don’t think they’ll fire me but god the stress of being incapable of working is stressing me the FUCK out)

And it fucking SUCKS because I’ve been doing everything I can??? I did my physical therapy, I exercised I followed my restrictions, I took my meds I did everything I can?????????

I’m so tired.

My apartment has devolved into a hoard

Here’s a SUPER FUN CHALLENGE lay on the floor, on your left side, ONLY your left side, and DONT MOVE YOUR LEGS OR LOWER BODY AT ALL. If you do, you WILL EXPLODE, so don’t move them

Now fold your laundry. Cook. Go to the bathroom.

While you go to the bathroom, make sure you take a railroad spike and start hammering it into the hip joint right at your back.

SIKE you’ve got 24 seconds before your leg spasms out of pain and forces you off the toilet no matter where you are in the process SO WORK FAST YOURE NOT ACTUALLY IN CONTROL OF THIS SHIT

the pain is so bad and you can’t bathe properly from a laying down position and your genuinely loving wonderful parents consider canceling their vacations to come and help you but you’ve ALWAYS been VERY INDEPENDENT like your whole life you’ve always been able to everything yourself so you convince them not to cancel and lie and say it’s all good and it’s not. It’s really not. You can’t take the trash to the dumpster. You can’t carry water over to water your dying plants, you can’t stand and reach long enough to empty your dishes and sweep and wash and you’ve got to eat somehow

You’ve got to eat somehow so you make food and use the utensils you’ve got and now another trash bag is being formed and you CANT get rid of it and you can’t carry anything and

And you know you’re hurting yourself more like this, because the more it hurts the more you aggravate it the more likely it is that your immune system will start EATING YOUR SPINE

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired of being in pain. I’m so tired of living in a messy apartment. I’m so tired of all of this

I can’t get dressed properly. I can’t keep my hair brushed, I can’t do my nails I can’t CLEAN, I can’t WALK I can’t do anything but lie down and just ROT and wait for my doctors appointment and im so tired

I want to clean my apartment and my bathroom

I can’t stand and I’ve been forced to crawl around and it makes me sooooo aware of how dirty everything is

I just want to be normal again I want to be able to walk and drive and go to work and hang out with my friends and see my family and BE THERE for my family without being the burden in pain and I’m so so so fucking tired of my body not working like it used to

This CANT be the rest of my life, it just CANT I CANT be LIKE THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE I CANT

Please pleas please let this end, please let this be something I can fix please let there be something I can do to make it better please let this be temporary please please please let this be temporary

I’m so tired

[bbwritesmuchstuff]

Magic and Sunlight

Being involved in both the Second Titan War and the War with Gaia, the last thing I wanted was to get involved in more of the gods problems, but such is the life of a demigod. Especially when a got lands in my dumpster. My bleeding heart is going to get me killed. Welcome to the dumpster fire.

Chapters; 1(You are Here), 2, 3

1 I Adopt a God and a Feral Child

Meeting a god in a dumpster alley was not in my plans for the day. I was studying for my driving test, which was murder on my brain. Studying with ADHD and dyslexia was already hard enough, but with a subject as boring as traffic laws, it was mild torture at best. I was rubbing my temples due to the swimming letters when there was suddenly a loud thud from outside my window. I jumped and immediately slipped my bracelets on my wrists, the Celestial bronze decorated with my mother’s symbol. 

Leaning out the window, I frowned in confusion. There was a boy in the dumpster beside the bottom of my fire escape. At first, I thought that maybe he’d fallen from a window or something, but then, that wouldn’t have explained the smoke coming from his body. Given that my mother was in charge of controlling the Mist, I was very good at seeing through it, so I knew this guy wasn’t a monster. He obviously wasn’t human either, so I was cautious as I crawled out the window onto the fire escape. 

“No!” The kid cried, “No, it wasn’t! Please!” 

Pity and sympathy churned in my chest. Poor kid seemed delirious and was talking to himself. Now that he was conscious, he struggled and pulled himself out of the dumpster. He collapsed onto the asphalt. I carefully started down the fire escape. Whatever was up with this guy, he needed help. The boy from the dumpster fumbled around. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice the two idiots coming down the alley until one of them spoke. 

“Hey, Cade, take a look at this loser.” One of them jeered. A blonde and a redhead. The redhead one looked at the wallet the dumpster kid had in his hand and grinned. 

“Now, be nice, Mikey. This guy looks friendly enough.” The redhead, Cade, apparently, pulled out a big hunting knife. “In fact, I bet he wants to give us all his money.” 

I cursed under my breath and shuffled down the fire escape as fast as I could without slipping. The wet, icy weather of January was not helping that endeavor. The dumpster kid stood up and tried to square his shoulders confidently. His lanky body type and boyish curly hair wasn’t helping whatever intimidation he was going for. 

“I am Apollo,” the dumpster kid announced, “You mortals have three choices: offer me tribute, flee, or be destroyed.” 

His voice cracked on the word ‘destroyed’. A ball of dread settled in my stomach. If this kid was serious, this was bad. Apollo had disappeared shortly after the Seven had defeated Gaia according to Percy and Annabeth though we hadn’t heard from him for some time before that. Then Olympus went silent AGAIN. 

“What do you think, Mikey?” Cade grinned mockingly, “Should we give this guy tribute?” 

“Not feeling the tribute, Cade.” Mikey sneered sarcastically, “What are the other options?” 

I fiddled with the ladder that was meant to drop to the alley floor. It was rusty so it was stubborn and not unlatching. 

“Fleeing?” said Cade. 

“Nah,” said Mikey. 

“Being destroyed?” 

“How about we destroy him instead?” Mikey snorted. 

I finally got the latch undone and the ladder dropped with a clang as Cade flipped his knife and caught it by the handle. The muggers glanced at me but quickly decided I wasn’t important. 

“I can live with that. After you.” Cade said. The dumpster kid, maybe Apollo, raised his fists. I slid down the ladder. 

“I warned you,” said the dumpster kid, “My powers are far beyond your comprehension.” 

As soon as Mikey got close enough, Dumpster Kid swung. Unfortunately, Mikey ducked and kicked him in the back. I winced as I heard Dumpster Kid’s head strike the asphalt with a crack. 

“Hey!” I shouted. “Back off, jerkface!” 

The boys laughed at me. I picked up a nearby loose chunk of broken asphalt and chucked it straight into the side of Mikey’s head. The guy cursed loudly as he crumpled to the floor. I darted over and put myself between Dumpster Kid and Cade. Cade swung the knife at me. His aim was shoddy though and I moved, grabbed his arm and used his unsteadiness from the swing to fling him into the brick wall. After years of fighting monsters, street thugs were relatively easy to deal with. Mikey tried to get up, his head bleeding where I’d hit him with the asphalt, but I stomped on his head before he got far. He lost consciousness. I glanced back at Dumpster Kid, who was sitting on his knees, nose bleeding and swollen, and staring at me with a mixture of confusion and awe. 

“You little-” Cade started, but I quickly cut him off with a swift kick to the gut. I kneed his head into the wall which knocked him out too. I turned to Dumpster Kid and picked up the wallet he’d dropped. I handed it to him. 

“You okay?” I asked, “Sorry, dumb question. You just got mugged. Of course you’re not okay.” 

I grabbed a pocket package of tissues from my back pocket. I kneeled down and tried to clean as much blood from his face as I could. He flinched and blinked rapidly, seemingly just processing what just happened. 

“Aphrodite…?” He croaked. I shook my head. 

“Nope. Sorry.” I told him. “I’m Celeste.” 

“Apollo.” He said. I couldn’t find any trace of a lie. Before I could ask any more questions, I was interrupted by a shout. 

“Hey!” I looked up to see Meg. She scrambled down a fire escape. Meg was a kid who seemed homeless but hung around the alley a lot. I’d slowly gotten Meg to like me, mostly through offering her food. Kinda the same way you’d tame a feral cat. 

“He fell in MY alley!” Meg whined, “Whatever he has is mine!” 

I sighed. 

“Meg, I just stopped the guy from getting mugged,” I said, “Please don’t start anything.” 

I didn’t see Meg kick the apple but it smacked me in the forehead nonetheless. I grimaged and shot her a glare. Meg crossed her arms and pouted. She skipped over and inspected Apollo. 

“This loser is supposed to be Apollo?” Meg snorted. 

“Why is everyone calling me a loser?” Apollo lamented. 

“You crawled out of a dumpster and looked like a mess.” Meg said. 

“I am not at my best.” He explained, “My father, Zeus, has exiled me from Olympus.” 

“That explains a lot of what just happened.” I said. 

“I may need assistance.” Apollo said hesitantly. “I need to become a god again.” 

“If I remember right,” I said, “you’ve been turned into a mortal before, right? What did you do then?” 

“You’ve done this before?” Meg snickered, “How many times?” 

Apollo gave Meg an irritated look. 

“Usually, Zeus requires me to work as a slave for an important demigod.” Apollo explained, then perked up as though something occurred to him. “Like Percy Jackson! We are in Manhattan, aren’t we?” 

“Yeah,” I said then hesitated, “But Percy isn’t going to be super thrilled if you try to push him into another quest.” 

“Nonsense,” Apollo said, “Everyone is happy to see me!” 

“How do you even know?” Meg asked. 

“Know what?” Apollo asked. 

“Which demigod you’re supposed to serve, duh.” Meg said and rolled her eyes. 

“I… uh. Well, usually it’s obvious. I sort of just ran into them. That’s why I want to find Percy. My new master will claim my service and-” 

“I’m Meg McCaffrey,” Meg blew Apollo a raspberry, “and I claim your service!” 

“Meg!” My scolding was cut off by thunder rumbling overhead. Apollo’s face fell in a look of shock and horror. Then he grimaced and glared at Meg. 

“I walked right into that, didn’t I?” Apollo grumbled. 

“Yep!” Meg chirped cheerfully. “We’re going to have fun.” 

“Are you sure you’re not my sister in disguise playing a cruel trick on me?” Apollo groaned. 

“I’m that other thing you said,” Meg said, “a demigod.” 

“How do you know?” Apollo questioned. 

“Just do.” Meg said cryptically with a smug smile. “And now I’ve got a sidekick god!” 

“I’ve seen her get targeted by monsters before.” I told Apollo. Meg’s shoulders slumped when I explained. Apparently, she’d been getting a kick out of being unhelpful. 

“Please, Father, I get the point. Please, I can’t do this!” Apollo pleaded to the sky. If Zeus was listening at all, he ignored Apollo and showed no signs of response. 

“Either way,” I said, “we’re going to need to see Percy. If for no other reason than that Percy can drive us to camp. You guys are going to be a huge target if you don’t get somewhere safe.” 

Meg groaned. 

“I’ll be fine.” She protested. We’d had this argument before. I’d been trying to get Meg to come to camp with me since finding out she’s a demigod. She’d been weirdly against the idea. 

“Maybe, but now you have a god turned mortal with you and he’s going to attract more than just monsters who are going to want to have a crack at killing him.” I told her. “Plus, you can barely feed yourself a lot of the time. Camp can give you food and shelter for both of you.” 

“Good food?” Meg perked up. I figured that’d get her attention. I nodded. 

“Most of the time, yeah.” I said, “You don’t have to go dumpster diving for it, at least.” 

“Let’s go!” Meg said quickly. 

“Let me grab something from my apartment. Do not go anywhere.” I said and quickly went back up the fire escape to my window. I shut and locked my window. I grabbed my emergency quest back which had an extra dagger, mortal money, drachmas, some Nectar and Ambrosia, a first aid kit and a change of clothes. I left a note for my father so he wouldn't freak out as badly when he got home and saw me gone. Slinging the backpack over my shoulder, I left and locked the door behind me.