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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Colors (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

slay I don't really have much to say but I hope everyone is doing well :) I gave this the same vibe as cologne kinda

Loosely based on Colors by Halsey

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 776

Warnings: allusions to sex, some nsfw at beg, a bit OOC, fluff, more domestic stuff, pre-established relationship

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You fell backward into the bed as the Commander crawled on top of you, slipping your jeans off. The sunset saturated the room with reds and oranges coating the covers and walls surrounding you. The kisses from Graves felt hot, and passionate, reflecting the light that was coming through. Phillip had now ended up underneath you, straddling him as you tugged the white undershirt off him. Through the window, the sun was setting as the colors flooding the room began to change.

Phillip kissed your neck as he pulled off of you, and laid down in the bed next to you. Your skin was sticky with a thin layer of sweat as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to his bare chest. He placed small kisses along your forehead as he dragged his nails lightly up and down your arm.

The sun was long gone, just setting over the horizon, leaving the sky a pale blue with strokes of lilac woven through. The blinds to the window had yet to be closed, the two of you had become too comfortable in the bed to even bother with getting up. The lack of sun had distorted the true colors of the room, everything was blue.

You glanced over at Graves, his eyes were closed as he continued to trace your arm. Phillip Graves rarely let his guard down, taking advantage of the moment you took in the features of the man next to you. His eyes lightly fluttered as you adjusted in the bed to get a better view. The once gelled hair had become tousled and messy, it now looked gray in the light, your hand raised to brush your fingers through it

“Mhmm”, Phillip groaned as you combed through his hair with your nails, “Feels good”, he mumbled as he inched closer to you, eyes still closed. You sat up slightly, propping yourself up with your elbow as Phillip had become the little spoon.

Looking out the window you saw the sky now changing to a midnight blue, the moon peeking through the clouds, letting little light into the room. Dark shadows now floated throughout the room from the trees outside. Graves had now opened his eyes, looking over at you, giving a smile. He grabbed the hand that was combing through his hair, pulling it down towards his lips. You could feel him whispering into your palm and ending it with a small kiss.

“Whaddya say we go sit on the porch?”Phillip was now sitting up next to you with a smirk on his face.

“It’s late Phil”, you groaned, laying back down in the bed, pulling the sheets up to hide.

“C’mon darlin’ we aren't getting any younger”, he laughed. Graves swung his feet off the bed, kicking at the floor before he picked up his blue jeans. He quickly slipped them on and grabbed his white undershirt from before off the floor as well. Instead of putting it on, he tossed it over to you, signaling with his finger for you to put it on.

Phillip slightly yanked the covers off you as you slipped the shirt on, causing you to let out a gasp at the cold air, shooting a frown in his direction at your new discomfort.

“Save it please,” he chuckled as he bent down, scooping you up off the bed and carrying you bridal style towards the porch.

“Phil, put me down, please”, you giggled as you batted at his chest. He finally agreed as he set you down right at the door leading to the porch, motioning with his hand for you to head outside. As you opened the door a cool breeze hit your legs, reminding you how late it probably was. Your arms wrapped around yourself in attempts to keep warm. Phillip had made his way to the porch swing without you noticing.

“C’mere”, his arms were extended, inviting you in. Once you got close enough he grabbed your waist pulling you down to sit on his lap. Using his feet, Phillip lightly pushed the swing back and forth as the pair of you sat looking at the night sky, listening to the crickets and the occasional owl.

“I ever tell ya how good you look in my shirt?”, Graves kissed the back of your neck as he whispered into your ear.

“Once or twice,” you turned your head slightly to see him, “but I never get tired of hearing it”, you leaned in, giving him a light kiss before turning back around to take in the dark blue night sky allowing yourself to be covered by the colors surrounding you.

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lowkey not really like the song but more the idea of colors ig?? idk just a fun concept I was playing with, also not proofread loll

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e-dubbc11 · 7 months

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Omg congratulations on 400 followers you so deserve it! Your stuff is amazing and always puts a smile on my face!

I’m not sure how this works exactly (plz let me know if this is wrong) but I’d be reallllllyyyyyyy excited to ready anything you’ve got!

I was hoping for a song request for Billy- Cruel Summer Taylor Swift

Something about the bridge just screams Billy to me

Butttttttt if TS isn’t your style I have a few other ideas

- Coming Down- Halsey, Hate That I Love You- Rihanna, Beautiful Mess- Diamond Rio

@pikachuondrugs thank you so much for sending this request in. You actually picked a Taylor Swift song that I like, she’s normally not my cup of tea but there are a few that I like and Cruel Summer is one of them.

Thank you for following me and being a part of my celebration. I hope you like what I did here ♥️

Safe with You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Drinking, tipsy reader, maybe a swear word? (I don’t remember, is that bad? 😆) fluffy bunnies and unicorns, love confessions

Word Count: 2.8k-ish

Summary: You meet your friends for a girls night out and have a little too much to drink so you call your boyfriend to come pick you up.

A/N: Loosely inspired by the bridge of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift, book quotes from The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien. It’s one of my favorite books and one I think Billy would love also ♥️

As you watched the sun get lower in the sky toward the horizon, the colors of the sky turned shades of fiery red and orange with the colors of lilac and pink bordering the fluffy white clouds.

You recalled that saying “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning” and if there was any truth to that saying, it would be a nice day for your trip to the beach with your boyfriend tomorrow but tonight was about girls night out.

Your vanity sat next to the window so you could watch the sun go down while getting ready for the night. It had been awhile since you had seen your two best friends so you were excited about dinner and drinks tonight but it was your fault you hadn’t seen them in a couple of months.

They said they understood. “Hey, you have a really HOT reason for not hanging out with us at all this summer! It really is ok, y/n because he is super-HOT!” Sabrina had said.

She wasn’t wrong, Billy was incredibly handsome. They had only seen pictures of him, they hadn’t met him yet but they’d love him…just like you did but he didn’t know that yet.

You didn’t know it at that moment, but he would know exactly how you feel about it by the end of the night.

**********

The month of May had been unusually warm and that particular day you hadn’t even planned on going anywhere but it was such a nice day, you decided to go for a walk to get a cup of coffee and stop at the bookstore on your way back.

The bright early afternoon sun warmed the tops of your shoulders as you walked the crowded city sidewalks. People in business attire hustled past you, trying to get back to their offices after enjoying their lunch break outside.

You were thankful to be off from work on such a beautiful day.

Because it was such a nice day, you put on a flowy white tank top, jeans and put your hair up in a messy bun. You weren’t going to be out very long so you put minimal makeup on before leaving the house and headed out.

Sure, there were plenty of genres you enjoyed reading but you kept coming back to the classics which is where he first laid eyes on you. With your back turned, you sensed someone behind you before he said,

“And I thought I was the only nerd who still read the classics.” His voice was soft with a slight New York accent and you could tell he was smiling even before you turned around.

When you turned around, you saw probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He was dressed in a designer suit with dark brown hair, a well-groomed beard and eyes as dark as freshly turned soil. You suddenly felt underdressed even though you were just in a bookstore.

“What do ya got there?” He asked with a perfect smile stretched across his lips.

He gently touched your wrist to pull the books you were holding closer so he could see and heat rose to your cheeks as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“The Count of Monte Cristo and The Things They Carried. Both fine choices.” He extended his arm and hand for you to shake. “Maybe I should have introduced myself first before snooping around your book choices, Billy Russo.”

You shook his hand, trying not to blush in the process. “It’s nice to meet you Billy Russo, I’m y/n. I’ve never met anyone else who’s read The Things They Carried before. My copy is old and falling apart so I needed a new one.” You said.

“The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.” Billy quoted. “Another quote I love is…’They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.’”

And at that moment, you were smitten with him.

**********

That was three months ago, you had spent your free summer nights going out on the most romantic dates with him and he really knew how to show you a good time but he wasn’t just a handsome face.

Billy was sweet, funny, well-read, smart and strong but also…guarded, stubborn, jealous and a little possessive. But with all his faults, Billy always made you feel safe which he said was the best compliment he could ever receive.

He was a little disappointed he wouldn’t get to see you tonight but he knew you hadn’t seen your friends in awhile.

A text from him came through while you were getting ready for the night.

Have fun tonight, beautiful. Be safe.

Just a text from him brought a smile to your face, you made sure to reply. Billy would get nervous if you didn’t text back.

Thank you, handsome. I will.♥️

As the evening sun was setting, it cast long shadows on the ground as you walked to meet your Uber, you were ready for an exciting night.

After fending off some rather aggressive bar patrons, three karaoke songs, and a shot of tequila, you and your friends were able to catch up with each other’s lives but mostly laugh with each other and they wanted to hear more about Billy.

“Is he good in bed?” Sabrina asked.

Your jaw dropped which turned into a loud burst of laughter.

Valerie slapped her on the shoulder. “That’s a dumb question! Do you really think y/n would still be with him if he wasn’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders and nodded. “Val’s right, I wouldn’t have stuck around if he wasn’t.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you love him?” Asked Sabrina, changing the tone of the conversation for a minute.

The corners of your mouth dropped and your lips pressed together in a straight line before letting out a long exhale. You gave them both a warm smile before saying, “I do…I really do but I haven’t told him yet. I’m scared to but hey if we keep drinking, that could change. Cheers!!”

The three of you reminisced of when you all used to work together, you missed it but you needed a job that paid better, they eventually left too, also maybe it wasn’t a good idea for three best friends to work together. You were convinced your boss threw a massive party after the three of you left.

“…Even separating us didn’t work, remember?” You said through fits of laughter.

After a few more rounds and many, many laughs later, the three of you decided to call it a night but you felt a little too drunk to even get in an Uber and get safely home.

“H-hey, w-will you guys ride in the Uber with me? I might fall asleep before I get home.” You asked with slightly slurred speech.

Sabrina and Valerie exchanged a look with raised eyebrows like they were hatching a plan telepathically.

“Whyyyyyyy don’t you have your boyfriend pick you up?” Valerie asked, exchanging another look with Sabrina. “We’ll wait with you until he gets here.”

“G-good idea!” You exclaimed, pulling your phone out of your purse and pushing the “call” button.

Billy answered on the second ring.

“Hey sweet girl. Everything ok?” He asked.

“Hi handsome! I-I really h-hate to bother you buuuuuut, can you come get me? I’m afraid I might fall asleep in the Uber.” You asked.

Val leaned in to the phone. “Hiiiiii Billy!!!” She yelled into the phone followed by a cackle.

Then you started laughing. “Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” You said with your mouth away from the phone, Billy could still hear you though by the way he was chuckling.

“Baby, just text me where you are and I’ll be there as soon as I can, ok?” He said.

“Shut up, guys!” You said, followed by more laughter. “Ok, b-baby. I’ll t-text you as soon as I get off…he-he…get off.”

“Real mature, y/n!” Sabrina yelled.

Billy tried to stop himself from laughing but couldn’t, all he managed to get out was, “I’ll see you soon, beautiful.” And he hung up.

You were waiting for about 20 minutes when the balmy summer air hit the back of your arms. You were facing away from the door when Billy walked in and your friends pointed him out that he was there.

“Somebody is here for youuuuuuu!” Val exclaimed.

You turned around and watched him walk over to you, he had on jeans and a black t-shirt.

Sabrina “whispered” in your ear. “How is he even hotter in person?”

“You’re n-not w-whispering, ya know.” You giggled. “Billy, these are my friends, Valerie and Sabrina.”

Billy flashed his perfect smile at them as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Nice to meet you ladies, I’d love to chat with you more but I really should get her home.” He said.

Valerie shooed the two of you out of the bar. “Go on, get outta here you crazy kids. You guys would have beautiful babies, by the way.” She said.

“What?!” You yelled.

“What?! Who said that?!” She said. “Ok, goodnight! Love youuuuuu! Nice to finally meet you, Billy!”

“You too.” Billy said with a warm smile, opening the car door. “Wanna lay down in the back, baby?”

“Y-yesssss, I do.” You slurred.

Billy had been driving for about 10 minutes when he asked, “You ok back there, beautiful?”

You sat up and stuck your head in between the front seats. “Oh y-yeah, I’m good!”

Billy just smiled and shook his head back and forth. “That’s good, baby. I’m glad you had fun tonight. I know you haven’t seen them in awhile but that’s my fault. I’ve been monopolizing your time and I’m sorry.” He said.

“But I love spending time with you, Billy. Actually, I-I t-told my friends a s-secret earlier.” You whispered. “Sssshhhhhh!”

Acting surprised, Billy chuckled and responded with, “Oh really? And what secret did you tell them, baby?”

“Well I can’t tell youuuuuu, cuz what if?” You trailed off and suddenly tears welled up in your eyes.

Concerned, Billy asked, “What if what, y/n? Ya know there’s only room for one emotionally stunted person in this relationship and that’s me. Tell me, baby.”

A single tear streaked down your cheek and Billy wanted nothing more than to catch it but he was driving and he couldn’t. You wiped the tear away and whispered, “I-I t-told them that I’m in l-love with youuuuuu.”

You thought you saw the corners of Billy’s mouth curl up into a sly smile in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

“I knowwww, I know you p-probably don’t feel the same way…Imma go back to sleep now, night night. Just shove me out onto the sidewalk when you get to my apartment. This is so embarrassing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Billy never did relationships but he couldn’t stay away from you. It was easy with you and it was the first time in a long time, or ever, that someone had told Billy he was loved.

You felt the car come to a stop and the engine turn off, you must be home.

“How ya doin’, beautiful? Can ya walk?” Billy asked sarcastically.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you sat upright and he winked at you in the rearview mirror.

“Yes Billy, I can walk. I’m d-drunk but I’m not THAT drunk.” You said.

Billy exited the car and opened the door to the back seat for you. His hands were chilled from the air conditioning and felt cold against the warm skin of your wrists, more than likely because of the alcohol. You felt his lips plant a gentle kiss on your forehead which made you smile and caused your stomach to flutter.

He really did care about you.

“C’mon baby, let’s get you to bed.” He said softly against your ear.

Swaying a little as you walked toward the entrance of your building, you grabbed a hold of his t-shirt and held onto him for balance, with his hand wrapped around your waist and guiding you into your building.

Once inside your apartment, you tossed your purse and keys onto the table and headed straight for your bedroom, leaving Billy to lock the door behind him.

He knew for the most part you were ok to change by yourself and get into bed so he went into the kitchen to get you some water and pain reliever.

Listening carefully, he heard the water from the bathroom sink running. You were brushing your teeth and washing the makeup off of your face. Billy found you curled up on your side, nestled under the blanket, waiting for him to come in.

“Ah, ah…before you close those beautiful eyes of yours, sit up and take these.” He said in a slightly scolding tone.

“Alright, alright. At ease, soldier. You don’t hafta yell at meeeeee. But it is pretty sexy when you do.” You said with a half-smile on your face.

Billy chuckled as he watched you swallow the two pills he gave you. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved a stray hair away from your eyes while you inched closer to him.

With your hand resting against his cheek, you started to gently brush his beard with your thumb, he kissed the heel of your hand and gave you a warm smile.

“Thank you for coming to get me tonight, Billy.” You said softly.

“Anything for you, baby. Now get some sleep, ok?” He said.

Nodding, you easily rested your head against your pillow and immediately felt your eyes get heavy and the last thing you saw before falling asleep was Billy’s handsome face smiling at you and felt him gently drawing circles on your back with his long slender fingers.

Yes, you were very much in love with him.

**********

Rays from the early morning sun shone into your bedroom, warming the side of your face that wasn’t resting against Billy’s chest.

He stayed with you…he didn’t have to do that, but it warmed your heart that he did. Lifting your head slightly to look up at him, you thought about everything you said to him last night. You didn’t have any regrets, you meant it when you told him you were in love with him.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Said Billy, still with his eyes closed.

“Hey there handsome. You stayed with me.” You said.

His agile fingers danced up and down the exposed skin of your arm. “Of course I did, sweet girl. So, did you really mean what you said last night?” He asked.

You propped yourself up on one arm and gazed into his endless brown eyes. “Yes I did, Billy. I am very much in love with you. That wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you for the first time but, well, I can’t take it back…and I don’t want to take it back. I-I love you Billy.”

Billy had a stoic look to his face for a brief moment which felt like time was standing still waiting for a reaction before a warm smile crept to his face and his lips collided with yours.

Suddenly, you were pinned underneath him as he kissed you aggressively, all teeth and tongue before tracing his lips down the hollow of your throat and the side of your neck. The bristles of his beard tickled your skin which caused you to giggle and playfully call out his name.

He stopped and gazed down at you with slight sadness in his beautiful dark brown eyes that looked like two pools of black ink. Billy closed the gap between your bodies so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you too y/n, very much. Ya know, I find myself staring at your picture when you’re not around, I smile when I see that you text me, I love how you say hi to every single dog we pass walking down the sidewalk, you make me laugh which isn’t easy to do, and I probably fell in love with you when you told me that…that you felt safe with me.” He said as he gently pressed his lips to yours.

His words sent shivers down your spine causing you to let out a long exhale.

“Billy, I never feel safer than when I’m with you.” You said with a warm smile, cupping his cheek.

“You’ll always be safe with me, baby.” And he kissed you again. “How do you feel this morning?” He asked.

A big smile played across your lips, a feeling of warmth flowed over your heart, it was beating so rapidly you thought it might beat right out of your chest, and you desperately did not want that feeling to go away.

Yes, you loved him.

“Never better, my love. Never better.”

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thesquishyrogue · 9 months

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I've been wanting to practice drawing anthro characters, and these characters have been buzzing around in my head for a while.

So, I finally gave them form. Here are my children, my Mane 6 if you will:

🐱💜Jaz💜🐱

Full Name: Jaz Hawthorne

Name Inspiration: Jaz; taken from musician Jazmin Bean. Hawthorne; taken from the band Hawthorne Heights.

Age: 25

Height: 5'4

Species: Havana Brown Cat

Birthday: July 25, 1998

Star Sign: Leo ♌

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Style: Grunge/Punk

Favorite Music:

Nirvana

Bikini Kill

Green Day

Gorillaz

Garbage

System of a Down

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Weezer

The Smashing Pumpkins

Soundgarden

Notable Traits:

- The oldest of the group, so therefore is the designated Mom Friend™

- "Man I miss the 90's" *was born in 1998*

-Unapologetic anarchist

- Avid music collector (CDs, cassettes, & vinyls)

- Loves thrifting

- "What??? Whaddya mean you haven't seen *insert old niche film here*?!"

- Has owned the same pair of beat-up Converse sneakers for the past 5 years

🐷🩷Carmen🩷🐷

Full Name: Carmen Flowers

Name Inspiration: Carmen; the Lana Del Rey song of the same name. Flowers; taken from Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.

Age: 23

Height: 5'6

Species: American Yorkshire Pig

Birthday: February 4, 2000

Star Sign: Aquarius ♒

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Style: Pastel Goth

Favorite Music:

Elliot Lee

MARINA

Poppy

HOLYCHILD

GRLwood

Arctic Monkeys

Sir Chloe

Lady Gaga

Lorde

Halsey

Notable Traits:

- Practicing wiccan

- Glamorous party girl at heart

- Guilty obsession with cheesy teen dramas

- Will defend the artistic merit of pop music to her grave

- Loves girls; in both a feminist way and a gay way

- Adores Sanrio

- Makeup always on point

🐰❤️Bowie❤️🐰

Full Name: Bowie Kagome

Name Inspiration: Bowie; Bowie from the band Baby Bugs. Kagome; Japanese word meaning "pattern of holes/circles," taken from the Vocaloid song Kagome Kagome.

Age: 19

Height: 4'10

Species: Albino American Rabbit

Birthday: March 26, 2004

Star Sign: Aries ♈

Sexuality: Asexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Style: Yami Kawaii

Favorite Music:

Baby Bugs

Jazmin Bean

Nicole Dollanganger

Melanie Martinez

Gurldoll

Banshee

Kikuo

Babymetal

Elita

bo en

Notable Traits:

- Horror enthusiast, especially with anime/manga

- A lot of religious trauma that she's trying to heal from

- Fluffy, unassuming, and low-key sadistic ball of chaos

- Morbidly fascinated by medical anomalies and gore

- Always keeps a blade on her. Always.

- True crime connoisseur

- Total ride-or-die, will literally not think twice about committing acts of violence for her besties

🐸💚Maisy💚🐸

Full Name: Maisy Waterson

Name Inspiration: Maisy; taken from the children's show/book of the same name. Waterson; the last name of the titular character from The Amazing World of Gumball.

Age: 24

Height: 5'0

Species: Green Tree Frog

Birthday: October 13, 1999

Star Sign: Libra ♎

Sexuality: Pansexual / Genderqueer

Pronouns: She/They

Style: Kidcore

Favorite Music:

Aqua

Jack Stauber

Cavetown

Lemon Demon

The Living Tombstone

Jojo Siwa

Hellogoodbye

Snail's House

Pogo

Toy-Box

Notable Traits:

- Had a rough upbringing, uses nostalgia as a coping mechanism

- Obsessed with the era of classic Internet

- Owns a million plushies

- Loves to swim

- Her "hair" is actually slime that secretes from her head, they love to keep it styled in a side ponytail

- Cartoons are god-tier media

- Crocs are their casual footwear, and light-up sneakers are for the special occasions

🦝🩵Penelope🩵🦝

Full Name: Penelope Grant

Name Inspiration: Penelope from Homer's Odyssey. Grant; the real last name of Lana Del Rey.

Age: 24

Height: 5'9

Species: North American Raccoon

Birthday: June 27, 1999

Star Sign: Cancer ♋

Sexuality: Lesbian / Transgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Style: Lolita with a touch of cottagecore

Favorite Music:

Lana Del Rey

Purity Ring

Emilie Autumn

Amy Winehouse

Hozier

Florence + The Machine

Rex Orange County

Kerli

Nancy Sinatra

She & Him

Notable Traits:

- Loves to collect dolls; vintage porcelain dolls and retro Barbies are her favorites

- Has a major sweet tooth and loves to bake (and also has a habit of eating out of the trash)

- Hosts tea parties like a true adult, and loves collecting pretty tea sets

- Fairytales and folklore are gospel to her

- Practices archery and has excellent aim

- Makes good money working as a florist, which is how she can afford such expensive hobbies

- Is underdressed if she's not wearing drills, ruffles, or bows

🦨🖤Maria🖤🦨

Full Name: Maria Taylor

Name Inspiration: Maria; taken from Maria Brink, the frontwoman for In This Moment. Taylor; taken from Corey Taylor, the frontman for Slipknot/Stone Sour.

Age: 21

Height: 5'1

Species: Striped Skunk

Birthday: November 7, 2001

Star Sign: Scorpio ♏

Sexuality: Bisexual / Aromantic

Pronouns: She/Her

Style: Emo/Scene

Favorite Music:

Slipknot

In This Moment

Mindless Self Indulgence

Black Veil Brides

I Set My Friends On Fire

Hawthorne Heights

OT3P

Paramore

My Chemical Romance

Fall Out Boy

Notable Traits:

- Always moody

- Discovered emo culture in middle school and has been chasing that high ever since

- Fueled by Monster Energy

- Dies a little inside every time one of her favorite celebrities is outed as a scumbag

- Yes she's a skunk, and she will deck you if you make a stinky joke about her. She actually puts a lot of effort into smelling good

- The color black is everything (loves neon colors though...)

- No social media platform will ever fill the hole in her heart left by Myspace

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two-crabs · 5 months

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They wake up, not for the first time, face-down on the floor of a stranger’s apartment. Their cheek is pressed into a plush multicolored rug that smells like burnt sage and potting soil. When they lift their head, their vision swims for a moment before steadying on a sliding glass door; outside the Los Angeles dawn paints a small balcony in thick orange light. There’s a cafe table and chair, and a dozen or more pots and boxes full to bursting with strange, thriving plants.

The sound of shuffling feet startles them, but when they turn to look over their shoulder, their neck is painfully stiff, and the world lurches again. Slowly, they push themself up into a hunched, cross-legged seat, and rub their knuckles into their eyes. They notice, then, the white paper hospital bracelet around their wrist, and their stomach drops. It has a name on it, and a date that was four days in the future the last time they knew, and it’s dug a thin red line into their skin. On the back of the same hand, there’s a cotton ball plastered down with a dusty, peeling bandage, and the sticky residue of IV tape. They yawn, and count their teeth; their mouth tastes like saline.

When they finally look behind them, the rest of the apartment is decked in luxurious jewel tones and glimmering gold fixtures. From where they’re sitting, they can see three pink salt lamps, and a hanging pot rack full of copper cookware. There are tapestries on the walls, and a foot tall stack of photography books on the coffee table, and a couch with four throw pillows all in different colors. On the other side of the couch there is a record player and an elaborate sound system, but no television, and a marble-top side table with a wooden incense holder.

There is a click from the kitchen, and then the sound of a coffee machine burbling to life.

It only takes a few seconds for them to smell the coffee, and they stand, buoyed by it, on wobbly legs. The t-shirt they’re wearing is oversized and unfamiliar, as are the basketball shorts that reveal two badly bruised and scraped knees. Hurriedly, they check the rest of their body for damage. There’s a long scratch on their forearm, and their lips are chapped and splitting, and every time they breathe they’re wracked with a deep all-over ache…but other than that they feel mostly intact.

When they hear more movement from down the hall, they drop to the ground again, hiding behind the couch, and wince as their lower back screams out in protest. They screw their eyes shut and hold their breath, trying to imagine whoever lives in this apartment. An older woman, probably. A hippy who comes by all the witchy shit honestly. No kids of her own, but enough of a maternal instinct to take in an ailing burnout and let them sleep it off at her place. Long grey hair, lots of turquoise jewelry and beaded robes and moccasins. Retired, perhaps, after a long career teaching art history or ceramics or—

“—A-hem.”

They open their eyes, and look up.

The person staring down at them over the back of the couch is not an old hippy woman with eyes full of parental care and concern. It’s…some guy. And he looks annoyed.

They cringe, and their joints crack and groan as they unfurl themself. Once they’re finally standing, the guy takes a step back and gives them a once over. They blink into the sun over his shoulder and do the same. He’s young, thirty at most, and fashionably skinny, draped in a Halsey t-shirt so large it’s falling off one shoulder, and his blonde hair is sticking straight up from sleep. There are several golden piercings in his nose, lip, brow, and both ears, and the faint, smudgy remains of liner under his eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest, and even though he isn’t very tall, he manages to peer down his nose at them.

“H—” they start, but their voice cracks and scrapes, like they’d been yelling. The guy raises an eyebrow. They clear their throat and try again. “Hel—wait…” They tilt their head in response, and rasp out, “I know you.”

“‘Know’”—and he makes lazy air-quotes with one hand without uncrossing his arms—“is an overstatement. But, whatever. Glad you didn’t die on my couch. Coffee?” He wanders off towards the kitchen, bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floors.

A little stunned, they look down at the couch, and at the squished pillows and balled up blanket, and then their heart drops into their stomach.

“Where’s my stuff?” They vault unthinkingly over the back of the couch, catch their foot on a blanket, and nearly fall on their face. “My guitar—my pipes—what did you do with them?”

“Calm, you! Jesus.” The guy slides a steaming mug across his small kitchen island. He’s got an accent—British, but unplaceably so. “And no putin’ your feet on my fucking couch.”

“I’m serious…” they say, voice wavering, eyes darting back and forth between the guy and the coffee.

“So am I. Your shit’s in my trunk. Figured you didn’t want the ER staff nicking your gear.” Behind him, a toaster goes ping, startling them so much they jump. “And god knows I don’t want it in my house.” They watch as he turns, pulls a pumpernickel bagel out of the toaster, and begins smothering it in cream cheese. “My name is Rhys,”—he jabs a finger into his own chest and says it slow, overannunciated, like he’s talking to a kid or a foreigner. Which to him, they suppose, they are. He smirks at his own joke, then, normal again: “What’s yours? Unless you prefer Byrd-comma-Da—”

“Mai,” they say. “I’m, uh…Mai.” And they sit, perching on the edge of one of his kitchen stools, knees drawn up to their chest. “You’re the crystal shop guy. In Lawndale.”

Rhys takes a bite out of his bagel, and points at the floor. “S’ downstairs.”

Mai takes a sip of the coffee. It’s good. It’s hot. It makes their stomach ache with hunger. “Um.” They swallow hard, watching the muscle in Rhy’s jaw as he chews. “If…um…okay…” Wordlessly, Rhys slides the other half of the bagel across the counter, and wordlessly, they eat it. A minute later, they take a deep breath and look back at hum. The expression on his face isn’t quite derision, and isn’t quite pity.

“Out with it, Byrd.” And Rhys rubs the crumbs off his long, elegant fingers.

“What…happened?”

#mai #rhys #this is nothing!!!#but also.....i miss them #and i couldn't help but notice a certain rp blog back and active again......#NO PRESSURE #i've just been...rotating

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genuineloves · 10 months

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He was almost 7 feet tall, with black oily hair that stuck to his forehead in patches like a Rorschach test when he'd sweat. His bedroom was a dark, cavernous prison at the bottom level of the house, seperate from the rest. This granted him, at first, privacy. And, at the end, protection. I used to love being far away from everyone else in the house, because it meant I could keep him to myself longer. Keep him from being distracted. But by the final days, I cursed the distance and would silently pray that the earth would cave beneath us and the bedroom addition would grow closer to the main house in a tangle of excavated tree roots and tectonic plates. I silently prayed for an earthquake so our guests could hear him scream. He would stuff his nose with cocaine for days on end until the rims of his nostrils were caked with white, like cement, and bleeding sores leaking yellow-orange pus, from him reopening the wounds he had burnt into his airways. He would pace the room in circles, with his T-shirt sticking to him in a cold sweat, and cry. A cry full of pain and loathing that twisted his face like pottery on an unmanned wheel. He would punch himself in the head, banging his fist against his forehead and temple until his fingers full of rings left pictures on his skin, and his knuckles burst open. He would put his bleeding hand around my neck and press me against the wall. His eyes would flicker back to life like a film projecter malfunctioning in a pitch-black cinema, and before the title card ran, he would stare at the space between my eyebrows, too cowardly to make eye contact, and say, "I'm going to fucking kill you." And I would believe him. So I would take his hand off my neck gently, and wrap my arms around his head like I was cradling a newborn and stroke his hair and whisper that it would be okay and again, he would cry that Siren's cry like a warning to all ships at sea. We'd resign into a damp bed, and his knuckles would stick to the sheets as the blood dried and clotted and scabbed and I would lie awake as he slept, snoring through his cogulated nostrils. I would stare at the ceiling, too afraid to let a single tear escape lest the subtle movement be enough to wake him from his doctile state. When he was sleeping, he looked beautiful. Like an old Hollywood star. And with his eyes shut, and the Siren scream no longer sounding off from his slack mouth in the master bedroom detached from the home, I became a lighthouse. Dim glow beaming from my eyes, a man in my arms, kerosene running low in the tower. Praying the gods would unleash their fury and send waves so strong, they'd crash through the hills of California. And the ground would collapse and bury us both in the rubble.

Lighthouse, Halsey

#halsey #halsey poem #poetry #poem #poet #halsey lyrics #lyrics #sad poem #sad poetry

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writer-with-a-lighter · 1 year

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colors as people

red: polaroid pictures, acrylic paint, getting the air knocked out of you, mood swings, 10 am, cinnamon, leather, bold sunglasses, rubbing your hands together for warmth, muted blush

green: the smell of pine needles, cute little spiders, peeling nail polish, chunky sweaters, messy braids, compostable notebooks, taylor swift, 7 pm, dawn, watching someone out of the corner of your eye

yellow: faded jeans, glitter everywhere, fairy lights, holding hands, 3 pm, new markers, pretty ribbons, the beatles, dancing with someone special, rolling hills, lullabies, chai lattes, big headphones

blue: the path of a plane across the sky, old sneakers, reading alone, whiteboard markers, piano chords, gingham, halsey, 1 pm, collared shirts, butterflies in your stomach, doves, skylines

black: listening to someone’s heartbeat, mascara, school uniforms, earbuds, invisible ink, torn magazine covers, vance joy, platform shoes, city lights, dahlias, 4 am, empty envelopes, sleepy whispers

orange: learning a new language, blazers, fresh perfume, watching other people fall in love, coffee, traveling, demi lovato, fireflies, new york, being nervous before a performance, 12 pm, cats, simple jewelry

pink: sad smiles, freckles, lipstick marks on skin, strawberry body lotion, silk sheets, paris, collecting seashells, dodie, snow sparkling in the morning light, 5 pm, jean shorts & a big hoodie, overspending but it was worth it, delicate pastries, grapefruit

white: candles burning low, growing up too fast, constellations, red lipstick, leaving home, sheet music, curled hair, stockings, staring out at the ocean, old movies, lana del ray, 11 am, opening the curtains, calligraphy,

purple: flirtatious smiles, gin and tonic, artsy earrings, loud laughter, high heels, deja vu, olivia rodrigo, new year’s eve, baggy jeans, 9 pm, claw clips, USA Top 50 playing on the radio, being easily frightened, screaming into the wind, intense eye contact, fuzzy blankets

brown: wire-frame glasses, fall leaves, checkered scarves, someone’s voice through a phone, spices, ABBA, having family far away, dead trees, marking your calendar, halloween, black tea, photography, soil between small fingers, chocolate chip cookies, 6 am

#colors #aesthetic #aesthetic writing #red aesthetic #green aesthetic #yellow aesthetic #blue aesthetic #black aesthetic #orange aesthetic #pink aesthetic #white aesthetic #purple aesthetic #brown aesthetic

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joethetoonfanandoutcast · 1 year

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Reasons I thought MoonLane would have made a good couple

If you must know why I thought Buster and Suki had the potential of becoming a couple later on, even though the entire fandom hates the idea (ESPECIALLY the LGBTQ community or realism supporters), here are the reasons:

I felt it was a sensible idea at the time

If the context was taken away, a couple earlier interactions with them felt it had the tension of a future couple (the taxi scene and the scene where she asks him where Calloway is)

They remind me of Danny/Sawyer and Roger/Jessica (and a Saluki version of Jessica Rabbit is exactly something I wanted in a modern animated film that defies human's laws)

She had concerned looks in the background

She let Buster out of the closet Jimmy locked him in after his first murder attempt, and warned him to leave Redshore City for his safety

She wasn't fully aware that she drove him off the road into the canal

Not all couples start out perfectly right away like Hollywood constantly implies in most animated films. I thought it'd be one of those slow-burn things like Mulan/Shang.

They felt pretty much like a gender-flipped Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde: a short gray optimistic vegetarian with big dreams and a tall cynical orange canine

When Jimmy lifted Buster on the catwalk, Suki screamed "Mr. Crystal! No!" with desperation in her voice and her eyes. That cannot be for her boss's reputation!

She sighed in relief when Rosita caught Buster.

She pressed the button to keep her boss up there from harming Buster, and glared at said wolf.

She had Jimmy arrested.

She chased after Buster and the Moon Troupe on the bus, echoing how Buster chased after him at the beginning of the film. That gave me a Manny/Ellie vibe.

She got the Troupe booked for the Majestic and other theaters.

Both she and Buster are animals of business and not regular performers.

Their voice actors are not professional singers (I mean, Chelsea is a singer and songwriter, but is nowhere near a professional one like Taron, Reese, Scarlett, Halsey, Tori, or Pharrell, and Matthew himself can hardly sing).

I assumed that Suki only comes off as a b**** (and I mean horrible woman, not just a female dog) because of some things she doesn't share about herself and from working with someone like Crystal.

Speaking of not admitting things, I half-believed a part of her enjoyed the Moon Theater's Alice in Wonderland interpretation, but she doesn't admit it.

They both drive rather recklessly on their respective cycles; him on his bike and her on her motorbike.

They both prefer to keep their appearances professional: Buster straightens his bowtie and Suki brushes her hair/ears.

I thought, during the three weeks of preparing Out of this World, Suki would later find Buster's eccentricities, optimism and sticking up for his huge family charming.

Suki's firm and selective, while Buster's determined and persistent.

We don't get many pairs that involve the woman protecting the guy shorter than her from serious death.

I'm tired of human couples in cartoons. I never found them cute.

#sing 2 suki #buster x suki #suki lane #moonlane #buster moon #reasons #explanation #list

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Hey if you’re doing the ship thing can I be shipped with someone??

My name is Jae and I like to dye my hair, draw and crochet and my style is mainly alt but I also love the button up dad shirts! I’m non-binary and bisexual and music is for sure a staple in my life ✨ I listen to a lot of my chemical romance, paramore, Halsey, ashnikko,harry styles and Billie eilish my favorite colors are purple black and lately orange anddd I love cats especially black cats (I have two) and honestly I can be chaotic but I also have bad anxiety 😅 I hope you have a good day and night!

hiiii omg ok i LOVE YOUR VIBES BTW (my chemical romance is my favorite band on planet earth). you sound kinda edgy which would be a huge turn on for robin i think :3 she'd sooo pine after you. she'd think u were the coolest most intimidating person ever, and steve would have to hype her up just to talk to you.

she'd want you to make her a mixtape with all your cool music and would pass out if you asked her to go to a concert with you. she'd be all nervous thinking it's not a date, and steve would be like "-__- they literally check you out all day robin."

when y'all finally get comfortable around each other, you'd be the cutest couple, fawning over each other and just generally walking around looking cute and cool as fuck :3

SEND ME AN ASK TO BE SHIPPED WITH A STRANGER THINGS CHARACTER! 🥰

#robin buckley #stranger things #maya hawke #stranger things ship #mine #steve harrington

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dandeliicnsarchived · 2 years

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Rose likes to have personalized ringtones and special contact photos for those who are important in her life. Family, close/best friends have ringtones as well for her person of interest ( Derek Hale | @lamyouralphanow ). Usually she has her phone on do not disturbed because of work as the help desk, teaching at the University of Toronto and step-in CEO of Atlas Technologies. However, she altered her settings so those who are priority can message or call her when they need her, they are the only ones who are allowed to contact her when she’s working or if she’s not with them.

The caller ID’s, contact photo’s and ringtones are as followed:

Michelle Atlas:

Caller ID: Mama Bear 🐻 Ringtone: Orange Trees - MARINA Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea Where we used to be, sitting by the orange trees Summer in the air, bodies in the heat Just you and me, sitting by the orange trees

Claud Atlas:

Caller ID: Papa Bear 🐻‍❄️ Ringtone: Back In Black - AC/DC 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back Well, I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black

Tyler Atlas:

Caller ID: Bro Bro 🔥 Ringtone: Mama Said Knock You Out - Five Finger Death Punch ft. Tech N9ne I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you outI'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out

Victoria Atlas:

Caller ID: Tori 🐺 Ringtone: Material Girl - Madonna 'Cause we are living in a material world And I am a material girl You know that we are living in a material world And I am a material girl

Jenna Wilcox: @occultismx

Caller ID: Jenni 👩🏼‍❤️‍👩🏻 Ringtone: Pity Party - Melanie Martinez It's my party and I'll cry if I want to Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I'll cry until the candles burn down this place I'll cry until my pity party's in flames

Jennifer Blake: @tolooknormal

Caller ID: Jen 📕 Ringtone: Castle - Halsey I'm heading straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen And there's an old man sitting on a throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean I'm heading straight for the castle They got the kingdom locked up And there's an old man sitting on a throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut Straight for the castle.

Derek Hale:

Caller ID: Player 2 🥰 - @lamyouralphanow Ringtone: GUY.EXE - Superfruit Oh I, wish I could synthesize A picture perfect guy Oh I, oh I Six feet tall and super strong We'd always get along

#♡ ┆ ❝ rosalie annalise atlas ❞ ⇢ meta #♡ ┆ ❝ i'll never not be your ride or die ❞ rosalie atlas & jenna wilcox ⇢ dynamic #♡ ┆ ❝ all I know are the blossoms you grow ❞ rosalie atlas & jennifer blake ⇢ dynamic #♡ ┆ ❝ there's nothin' like you & i together ❞ rosalie atlas & derek hale ⇢ relations

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runwiththerain · 1 month

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okay okay im putting my oc rant to ash on here

these are summaries of my main characters in the wallflowers

its this small town au right. set in australia. basically a bunch of one shots set in the same universe. theres this main group of five characters. uhhh lets start with ollie. hes a classic trans guy, his middle name is jude so his group of friends call him oj or orange juice. he surfs so whenever he gets out of the water he has the cutest hair (it's platinum blonde and curly ish) and also he's in a band with some of his other friends (not the main characters) as the drummer. his music taste is like cavetown and all time low and waterparks and he has joint issues and is also autistic

next is park. they have a crush on ollie and vice versa and theyre so obliviously in love with each other. park is short for parker but no one of his friends really calls them that. they're non binary and love basketball and coding/robotics and also making short films. theyre depressed and also have dyscalculia. they moved to the town at age five from the philippines and and since they couldnt communicate well no one really talked to them until ollie did. park listens to anson seabra conan gray lauv alec benjamin

okay up next is leo. short for leonardo but none of his friends call him that. his five siblings call him angel cause his middle name is angelo. he's aroace and in one of the one shots he establishes a qpr with les (who you'll hear about next) who he's known his whole live and lives next door to and they have a treehouse in the park down the street thats just theirs to hang out in. he's a soccer player and loves woodworking and painting. he's dyslexic and bipolar and a massive marvel fan. leo likes ajr why dont we and top mainly

now, les. which is short for lesley. they are a genderfluid icon, especially with her outfits. he listens to girl in red, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, halsey. while theyre in a qpr with leo, they also have a crush on ella (next up and final). she knows a little french cause she's mauritian and her maman is teaching her it (her parents are wlw btw). she has two younger brothers who can be annoying but he loves them. he also plays soccer like leo, as well as trombone and he's in a jazz band, and finally ice hockey which is why he's at the ice rink with anna so much. they have adhd and anxiety and yeah

finally, ella. which is short for anneliese (which ik is weird). she has a bunch of nicknames that im not bothered to list. if you didn't know her you'd think she was straight but in fact she's a raging lesbian who 1. is oblivious to the fact that les has a crush on her and 2. has a massive crush on another girl who also figure skates at her rink. so yeah, she figure skates, and is also on student council and does photography so she and park work close together sometimes. her mum died of cancer so she lives with her dad and older sister and moved to their town when she was like 10. she has ocd and anorexia and listens to taylor swift and one direction mainly

#rwtr.txt #my wips #the wallflowers #ella rietvelt #les marie-walsh #leo de oliviera #park solis #ollie edwards

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