#and Irving is entirely sick of their shit

[wild-houseplant]

Hello my wonderful and lovely friend!!! I come, as I am wont to do, with questions for splendidissima Rhodri from the OC Codex prompts:

2. a letter written by your OC’s family member

3. a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

Now, I don't know if you will spend these days celebrating or not, but they seem to be busy days for anybody regardless. Please take as much time as you like and pick whichever tickle your fancy. And have some lovely, lovely days. Off I go!

OH HI HEY ! 8D 8D Good to see you and thank you for sending in the prompts!! I had such a great time with these, both of my braincells were working overtime and it was a joy!

Owing to spacing and the sheer volume of the answers I'm sticking all this under the cut. I'd apologise but we both know I don't mean it x) x) x)

so o o o 2. A letter written by your OC's family member Here's one from Rhod's younger brother, Owen. Heirs aren't allowed to have favourites, but suffice it to say she and Owen had easy and natural compatibility. He was nine-ish and Rhodri would've been twelve.

The paper is bleached, high-quality Tevinter vellum, bearing a template header in red ink, reading in Tevene rune script, EX SCRIBIO CALLISTANI SPIRI (“From the desk of Spiro Callistanus”). At the top right of the page, the date 13 Justinian, 9:22 Era Drakonis is added in the same wobbly runic script in the rest of the letter. The language of writing is Tevene.

I love you Sēvē,

My birthday was good but sad without you, and thank you for my greenhouse. Mazarin and Evander aren’t allowed inside because they break everything now. Bethann sits with me in there sometimes but not for long. 

School is hard but Tata says it gets easier with time. When you come back we can go together. I think that would make it better. Mazarin and Evander are too loud and they don’t sit with me any more. Do you know any plant spells? Please write all of them down so I can learn them when my magic comes. And please tell me your favourite three plants. Mine are ivy, snake kiss, and butterleaf.

Please write lots more soon.

And I love you, from Owen your brother.

-

Author's notes:

Callistanus- ‘of’ House Callistus, the name given to non-heir family members. An heir is the house, the non-heirs are the members of said house. ‘Callistani is Callistanus in genitive (possessive- I know you know this; clarifying for other potential readers) case. Owen's Tevene name is Spiro, Spiri in genitive form.

The Callistanus/Amell kids did not cope well with Rhodri being taken to the Circle. Not least because they were an arm’s length away when the Kirkwall Templars were beating her to a pulp.  Mazarin and Evander, who already tended to be loud and demanding, became destructive and disruptive, and both of them developed explosive tempers that proved hard to pacify.  Bethann, the youngest and most sensitive sibling, suffered frequent meltdowns that required many years to identify causes for and address.  Owen, the middle child, was always quiet and courteous. The adults in his life, amid attending to his louder, needier siblings, frequently ‘checked in’ on him, and they would have used all the resources they had to attend to any need he might have, but if he said he was doing fine (he always did), they left it at that and assumed he was content to keep to himself. Rhodri had always made a point of keeping him by her side and giving him plenty of one-on-one attention even if he was ‘fine,’ and he soaked that up like a sponge. After she was taken away, though, and the other siblings proved to be very squeaky wheels, there was nobody to fill the gap in those childhood to early teen years. Owen ended up rather neglected, and horribly lonely, and hid it, even lied about it, to everyone but Rhodri for years. Consequently, Owen tends to have a low opinion of himself, and is disinclined to seek out something, however badly he might want it. He does a lot better once Rhodri's back, and certainly once his folks found out (to their unrestricted horror) how neglected he had felt, they did their darnedest to make it up to him as well. But Rhod's return was really what cemented that improvement.

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On to 3. a report written by your OC's teacher and mentor

I liked this question because I like the idea of there being a very specific, Chantry-determined format to a progress report, filled with formalities that ostensibly show some level of "civility" between the Templars and the mages. Plus, grading system? How do the mages measure success? So many questions!! Thank you for making me think of the answers!! -

The paper is bleached, blank vellum of middle to high quality, with the standard Circle progress report template already written in with black ink. Irving’s handwriting is a neat cursive that is no longer taught in the Circles. -

Date: 7 Eluviesta, 9:21 Dragon

Tutor name and rank: Irving, F.E.

Apprentice name; age; specialisation: Rhodri S. C. Amell// 10 y.o.// Arcane Magic

Progress report number, AYTD: 2

Presenting compliments to the Knight-Commander and having the honour to report:

Following the discovery of lyrium affliction in early Verimensis 9:22, Rhodri Amell has completed three months of compensatory meditation and distraction management training. Spellpower has improved significantly, as has spell duration (Max. 4; 10s per HS); mana inefficiency has also decreased (less est. 2.5, now 5.5). Continuation of the program recommended indefinitely.

Despite her progress, Rhodri’s temper outbursts are increasing in frequency during lessons proper. I reiterate to the Knight-Commander my suspicion that these arise from the elemental damage and consequent pain in her hands from unsafe proximity to trained mana, particularly as her affliction prevents her from wearing the requisite enchanted safety gloves. As per my last reports, I strongly recommend that my apprentice be permitted to use a sylvan branch staff to prevent more of the same; responding to outbursts with punishment has proved manifestly unhelpful and I continue to urge its cessation to the Knight-Commander with the greatest emphasis.

I note that Rhodri continues to tutor beginner students in her free time. E. Delilah has anecdotally mentioned better performance in this cohort in comparison to Delilah’s previous cohort, and has advised willingness to allow my apprentice to shadow her for some classes. With assistance in managing the change in schedule, I anticipate further progress for all concerned.

Reiterating assurances to the Knight-Commander of my highest consideration.

Irving, F.E. 

-

Author's notes on abbreviations and measurements - AYTD: Academic year to date - Spellpower scale is from 0 (not casting) to 10 (Destruction of a single room - HS- healing spell (in this case spell duration measures how long the intended effects persist until the spell is cut off or wears off on its own) - Mana inefficiency scale measures how much unformed mana escapes when a spell is cast, from 0 (no mana lost) to 10 (all, or almost all mana escaped). .

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And 4: A letter from your OC to their love interest!

The author's notes are long so I'd better just get to it:

The paper is bleached, high-quality Tevinter vellum, bearing a template header in red ink, reading in Tevene rune script, EX SCRIBIO CALLISTI SEVERIN (“From the desk of Severin Callistus”). At the top right of the page, the date 11 Pluitanis, 9:35 Era Drakonis is written in sharp, austere letters, as is the rest of the content. The language of writing is Common, with the exception of the tercet, which is in Tevene.

Dulcis,

I pen this letter to you with all my love and, in adherence to the conditions set by your challenge:

I admit that I stand corrected: pickpocketing is very difficult and is not “something I could do as easily as blinking.” (I will say, however, that hiding grapes in the pocket you were keeping the coins was entirely unnecessary. It feels like those bastard Void fruits are hiding everywhere, now.)

With great embarrassment, I enclose a reproduction of the tercetus I so foolishly admitted to writing and frankly, my love, I am starting to think you organised this whole bet so you could get your hands on it.  . In vitae finite stabit Formator ton, et querisit "A Incredule, quemisi exultum mihim offerti?" Et respondit humilite, "Ton Zevran, Sanctus amade" .

I must say, my love, I’m enjoying writing to you even though you’re right beside me. I think I’d like to do this more often– though hopefully with fewer tercetae. Maybe I could hang short missives off your Friday flowers. What do you think?

Also, please let me know if you would like to go to the Sidereal Telescopium tomorrow. Quirina is giving a speech on the upcoming New Constellations Room, and I have many questions for them.

My whole heart to you,

Severin (Rhodri). -

Author’s notes:

Tercetus- a traditional Tevene-style three-line rhyming poem.

A rough translation: At the end of life I will stand before your Maker, and he will ask me "You, Unbeliever, tell me– what worship did you ever offer me?" And I will say, simply and earnestly, "Holy Immortal, I loved Your Zevran."

Rhod’s got a complicated religious life. She started okay; the family wasn’t especially pious but they did Chantry things at the frequency considered respectable. Once she landed in Kinloch Hold, though, her prevailing question, for which never received a satisfactory answer, was: “If the Maker can do anything, and He loves us, why does he let us suffer? I wouldn’t do that, and I’m a child, nto a god.” After Broken Circle, she refused to believe the Maker existed, as a consolation to herself, and to avoid the sort of vengeful blasphemy that gets you hung, drawn, and quartered. There’s something about Zevran’s patient faith, though, and his willingness to offer thanks that he has what he has, however miserable his life has been. It’s impressively staunch, and Rhodri admires that, and treasures the comfort it brings him, enough that she slowly comes around to her idea of a compromise. Said compromise is acknowledging that if the Maker exists, He is as capable at unleashing bitter cruelty as He is at creating boundless joy. Rhod’s not one to praise bad behaviour in anyone, let alone a god who should know better, but by golly He did everyone a good turn when He made Zevran. Maybe age will bring other wisdom, but for now, she lets her love for Zevran be her tentative worship, because it’s the only praise she can offer in earnest. Though idk, what better compliment is there for a creator than someone wholeheartedly adoring their creation?  I like to think it’s enough for the time being. A religious journey isn’t always straightforward but I always found that complications bring their own insights.

I have no idea why Rhodri signs off her letters to Zevvo as ‘Severin (Rhodri).’ They agreed early on never to use the Tevene name to avoid the ridiculousness that comes with similar-sounding names (it gets especially bad when the siblings give him the Tevene-ised nickname Zēvē when they’re already calling Rhodri Sēvē. Agony!) Same deal with Owen signing off letters to her as “Owen your brother”. Must be hereditary.

Also I'm not sure about how ok it is to use Artbreeder generated images what with the art theft things going around now (I'm not sure where it stands on that sort of thing) so I'll leave out the artbreeder portrait I have of Owen. For a face claim, though, this feller here is pretty close (though I grant you Simon Wood is unlikely to be 9yo in this gif). Token ginger of the Amell-Callistus brood, what's up!

#Thank you again for indulging meeeee <3 <3 <3 <3 I had a ball with this!! #God but I feel so awful for Owen ToT He is such a sweet boy and he was Rhod's little shadow #(and is planning to stock his greenhouse full of Rhodri's favourite plants which is Not Directly giving presents right? Right??) #find yourself a sibling who looks for ways to skirt around Tata's Restrictive Gift Policy #he'd be a dangerous little bastard with his manipulations skills if he had even one bad bone in his body but he doesn't! #parenting is fraught with mistakes and it's a shame he copped some of that but he turns out fine thank god. Rhodri makes sure of that #I honestly don't know what Zevran ends up making of that tercet either #He's a pious fellow at heart and I can't decide if he'd find it well-meant but indisputably blasphemous #or take it as a compliment and not dwell on the other side of it #some part of me feels like he'd overlook any reservations bc there IS a lot of love for him in there and certainly no animosity #idk really- opinions welcome #I like dissecting Zev's personality #Rhodri Amell #Askin' games #Dragon Age: Origins #also in the circle Rhod's father has been buying birthday gifts on her behalf- hence the greenhouse. Rhodri DOES know what he bought #and organises the gift well in advance via letter but it's a complex affair x) #also yes Rhodri absolutely was having meltdowns from magic damaging her hands and the Templars punishments were Not helpful #and Irving is entirely sick of their shit

[saitamastamaticsoup]

Yeah if we’re going back into the hotep era because of Kyrie Irving and Kanye West I want you to know that I am just gonna start letting cops take some of y’all out💕 because there is entirely too many morons spreading antisemitic shit around like y’all have ever read a map before in your lives history class with clearly just for taking naps😑

all of this but not a single thing in question for other black marginalized people y’all make me sick fr

#this is exhausting I’m really tired #like every time I wake up there’s just so much of it🤢? #have y’all never stopped to ask yourselves why haven’t the black billionaires helped? #like they can solve the housing crisis world poverty world hunger but they don’t do anything but sell you fucking music #your mom is about to lose her house but you’re over here trying to fight for Kanye if you don’t shut the fuck up #like I hope you wake up in your heart stops beating and they cannot resuscitate you

[hangovercurse]

Teeny Tiny Secret

After months of trying, you and Colson finally get those two pink lines… the day before tour starts.

Request: “I know that requests are closed, but I HAD to share this before it left my mind. When you have an opportunity, could you please write a story where y/n is in super early (not showing or anything) stages of pregnancy and on tour with mgk. She & Colson make a plan to keep it from the bandmates for now. It becomes difficult when he becomes super over protective (not letting her carry anything, not wanting the guys to crowd her), unconsciously put his hand on her stomach, and ordering non-alcoholic drinks for her. The band suspects something. Y/n talks with him to try to get him to calm down a little. It works until the guys ask you both about it directly and Colson's the first to crack.”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Y’all are all up in that spring baby fever… this is like my 3rd or 4th baby request recently

Word Count: 2211

You and Colson had been talking about having a second kid for months but stopped trying a few weeks before tour started. You didn’t think it had worked until you woke up three days before tour and rushed to the bathroom, morning sickness wrecking your body. Colson felt you getting out of bed and followed a few minutes later, tiredly. When he found you hunched over the toilet, his whole demeaner changed.

You knew for sure the day before tour, after multiple pregnancy tests you had gone to see an OBGYN for confirmation. Sure enough, you were pregnant. The universe sure knew the definition of ironic timing.

Colson’s immediate reaction was to have you stay home. “All the traveling and partying isn’t gonna be good for him.” He said, pacing around your bedroom while you laid on the bed. “Tour life is not good for babies.”

You raised your eyebrow, “him? It’s been one day and you’re already setting unrealistic expectations for our unborn child.” You joked, a small smile on your lips.

Colson’s mouth gaped before he continued, “Y/N, we need to be serious about this. You can’t come on tour if you’re pregnant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Colson, I am not letting you leave me here while I am pregnant. I’ll be fine. I won’t drink and I’ll take it easy. You just have to make sure the guys don’t smoke around me and we’ll be fine.”

His eyes went wide. “Shit, the boys.” He paused to think as confusion crossed you. “If the boys find out about this they’ll freak out and then the whole tour is gonna be a shit show.”

It was kind of funny how much more worried he was than you were. “Babe, come here.” You motioned for him to come sit in the bed with you to which he complied. You leaned your back against the headboard, expecting him to follow. Instead, he laid so his head was next to your stomach. He pressed a small kiss into it, making your heart fluttered, the reality of the situation hitting you and making you insanely happy. “Why are you so worried?” You asked him softly, combing your hand through his hair.

He reached, moving your shirt up so he could kiss your bare stomach. He mumbled against your skin, “I think I wanna keep this a secret for now.” You hummed and he continued, “just for us, y’know? I wanna enjoy this.”

You nodded, “I’m still coming on tour with you, though. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

He smiled against your stomach, finally moving up to sit next to you, pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. His hand went to your stomach, rubbing circles into the skin. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a fucking baby.”

You smiled against his lips, a thought popping into your head, “can we tell Casie at least?” His eyes lit up at your suggestion, a quick nod of his head affirming the idea.

 The next day was hectic, as all first days were. You had gotten a list of everything you could and couldn’t do from your doctor, and the all-clear to fly for the first trimester. So, you and Colson found yourself with the crew at LAX airport bright and early in the morning. Ashleigh passed you an itinerary, letting you know that you would all be meeting the bus in Cleveland, where the first show was.

Colson’s arm hadn’t left your waist since you got to the airport, holding you to his side all morning. Occasionally you could feel his thumb rubbing circles near your stomach, something that was definitely becoming a habit of his. At one point he ended up standing behind you, hands resting on your stomach as he held you against him. You tried not to give anything away, but you found it adorable how excited he was. He wanted to be as close to the unborn baby as possible at all times, his hands constantly near your middle.

Eventually you arrived in Cleveland, walking down the long hallway to the baggage claim, taking in the small Cleveland hall of fame that the airport had created. You spotted your suitcase and went to grab it, but Colson beat you to it. “I got it, babe.” He gave you a look that let you know you wouldn’t be carrying anything.

You sighed, “I can get it Colson.” He shrugged, grabbing his bag off of the carousel next. The man now had a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder and two suitcases in his hands. “Seriously, it’s not that heavy.”

He shook his head, “I’m not letting you carry anything heavy. I can do it.” You sighed but let him, knowing you wouldn’t win this battle.

Unbeknownst to you, Baze had seen the whole interaction and was very confused.

 Later, once you had arrived at the arena, you were hanging in the dressing room with Slim and Irv on the couch. You guys weren’t really talking about anything in particular, mostly just cracking jokes about Rook’s outfit for the night.

When the younger boy heard Slim say he looked like “if Willow Smith and Gerard Way were put into a blender,” he came over, blunt in his hand.

Rook started jokingly arguing with Slim and you were all laughing at his distress. In the middle of their argument, however, Colson came over and grabbed the blunt out of Rook’s hand. He put it out in an ashtray before returning to you, squeezing himself between you and Irv.

Everyone, including you, stared at him, dumfounded. “Dude why the fuck-“ Rook started, only for Colson to cut him off.

“You shouldn’t smoke in here.” He shrugged, arms wrapping around you. He squeezed your waist, letting you know why he really did it. You were somewhat thankful; smoke was bad for the baby. But there are less obvious ways to have gone about that.

Rook grumbled but didn’t attempt to light another one. Slim looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You shrugged your shoulders, pretending to act innocently naïve to Colson’s behaviors.

Eventually the three boys travelled from the couch, leaving you and Colson alone. “Babe, you gotta try and be a little more subtle about that shit.” You mumbled, turning to face him.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “he shouldn’t be smoking around you. What else was I supposed to do?”

You sighed, “I don’t know, but that wasn’t subtle. If you keep treating me differently, they’re gonna figure out that something’s up.”

Colson lets out a breath through his nose, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want anything to happen to…” he trailed off, trying to keep a low profile.

“I know you’re just being careful. It’s sweet, and I really appreciate it. But either we tell the guys what’s going on or we figure out how to be more subtle.” You thought you guys were being quiet, but once again Baze was standing just within earshot, hearing your entire conversation.

 Colson demanded you stay backstage instead of in front of the gates like normal tours. “I don’t care if they think something’s up, you are not getting anywhere near that crowd.”

This was something you could actually agree on, not wanting any crazy fangirls to try and reach over the barricade and hurt you by accident (it had happened before). So, you were stood backstage before the concert, like normal, only this time you had a spot next to the stage picked out just for you to watch. Colson came over to you, jumping up and down in excitement.

You giggled at his happy demeanor, feeding off his energy. “Good luck kiss?” You offered to which he happily nodded. You pulled him in by his shoulders, intending to give him a soft kiss. Colson being Colson, however, decided that this was the perfect time for an extremely heated make out session.

You didn’t complain much as his hands explored your waist, paying special attention to your stomach, where a small bump would soon be forming. His lips against yours were heaven.

“Okay loverboy!” Ashleigh called, making him pull away from your lips but he kept himself close to you. “You’re on.”

He nodded towards her, giving you one last peck before running off to the stage. Before he left, his hands lingered on your stomach just a little longer than normal, his eyes glancing down to it for a split second.

Then you watched the love of your life run towards the stage, a grin on his face. “I love you!” You called. He turned to you right before he got on stage and mouthed the words back to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him anymore. You smiled, the sight of him living his dream making your heart melt.

Slim was on the side of the stage closest to you, and had caught the last moments of your intimacy, including Colson’s attention to your stomach. He perked and eyebrow at the sight but shook it off as Colson being into some weird new thing.

 After the show, everyone was hyped up on adrenaline and alcohol. The crew decided to move the party to a nearby club. Colson wanted to take you back to the bus and stay there with you all night, but you made him go. “Colson, I have been in this condition for all of 3 days. I am fine. You just finished the first show of your tour. We,” you pointed between the two of you, “are going out to celebrate, even if that means I can only drink water or pop.”

He rolled his eyes but gave in, letting you drag him down the street towards the rest of your friends. When you got to the club, you grabbed a table with Ash, Irv, Baze, and Slim while Colson took Rook to get drinks for everyone.

When the pair got back, they started handing out drinks. Colson set a glass of water in front of you, causing the group to raise eyebrows at you two, which you just shrugged off, sipping the water. As much as you would have loved to get wasted with your friends, you knew it would hurt the baby. You tried to act as nonchalant about it as possible, realizing that it was gonna be hard to hide your secret if you got water every time you went out.

This was going to be a long 9 months.

“I wanna dance.” Ashleigh said, grabbing Irv and Rook and dragging them to the floor. You grinned, about to stand up and join them when you felt a hand on your thigh. You turned towards Colson, who was currently stopping you from having fun, giving him a glare.

He shook his head slightly at you, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. “There’s a lot of people here, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, whispering back, “can you ease up a little bit, please? I’ll be careful. I want to have a little fun before I’m not able to move at all.”

His face was stern, the two of you having a silent argument with your eyes. You pleaded with him, trying to get him to crack but he just shook his head.

Meanwhile Baze and Slim watched you two, trying to figure out how the hell you were communicating without actually talking. “Is everything okay with you two?” Slim asked, pulling your attention to the two men.

You nodded, smiling, “yeah, we’re great.”

Baze cocked his head, “you sure? Because he’s” he pointed at Colson, “acting like you’re pregnant or something.”

You felt Colson’s hand on your thigh tighten, his entire body stiffening. You giggled, trying to play off the comment. Baze started laughing the moment he saw Colson’s expression, which you turned to see was like a deer caught in headlights. Slim’s eyes went wide, “holy shit, for real? Congrats guys!”

You laughed, rubbing Colson’s shoulder, “good job, babe. You did a great job at keeping this between us.”

He looked down at you with a sheepish expression, “sorry, I thought we were being subtle.” He mumbled and you laughed.

“Cols, I was being subtle. You were acting like I was gonna die if someone so much as touched me.” Slim and Baze chuckled at this, and you turned to explain. “We found out for sure yesterday and didn’t want anyone to get freaked out or throw off the tour or anything. So, Colson here,” your head nodded towards your boyfriend, “thought we could keep it a secret for now.”

He frowned, his friends still laughing at him. “Dude, you are the worst secret keeper ever, man.” Baze said. “It took one push and you cracked.” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement. “But seriously, congrats guys.”

“Thanks, B.” You said, “but listen, both of you. If anyone on this tour tells me what I can and can’t do because I’m pregnant, I’ll cut their dick off.” The two boys nodded in understanding.

“Am I really that bad at keeping secrets?” Colson asked, still upset that he spilled.

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah, darling. You are.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson imagine

[reversecreek]

struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah. 

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot..... 

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

#irvingintro #mental health tw #death tw #grief tw #drugs tw #abuse tw

[girlsbtrs]

My Senior Soundtrack - Playlist

Written by Jen Moglia. Graphic by Allison Thompson. 

At the end of this month, I’ll finally be graduating high school. Typing that sentence definitely felt surreal. 

Years and years of hard work and stress, with some not-so-bad times mixed in, will culminate in the moment I’ve been waiting for for as long as I can remember. I had been told countless times that senior year would be easy and that high school would consist of the best years of my life, and while I did enjoy a lot of it, there were also some incredibly difficult times, especially this year. 

What follows is a list of songs that got me through some of those darker moments. I hope that they can be there for you too. 

“Roses” - Watsky

Favorite Lyric: “Leaving is supposed to be hard / Man, I thought it so was selfish of people I love to keep falling out of my life / But now I know / No, I don't take it personal”

This was a song that I connected with a lot when making decisions for college - did I want to move away and start a new adventure on my own, or did I want to stay home with all the people and places that I knew and loved? Listening to these lyrics helped me feel better about my decision to move away for school, learning that I wasn’t selfish for wanting to start fresh.

“Never Grow Up” - Taylor Swift

Favorite Lyric: “And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots / But don't make her drop you off around the block / Remember that she's gettin' older too / And don't lose the way that you dance / Around in your PJs getting ready for school”

Taylor Swift is one of my favorite artists of all time, and this song has been hitting particularly hard for me lately. For as much as I can’t wait to start this next chapter of my life, there’s so much about home and my family that I’ll miss more than they will ever know.

“Boston” - Augustana

Favorite Lyric: “She said ‘I think I'll go to Boston / I think I'll start a new life / I think I'll start it over / Where no one knows my name’”

Augustana’s most popular song, I listened to this track a ton when I was first starting high school, dreaming of running away someday. The fact that that day is almost here is crazy to me.

“Swim” - Jack’s Mannequin

Favorite Lyric: “You gotta swim, swim in the dark / There's no shame in drifting / Feel the tide shifting and wait for the spark / Yeah, you gotta swim, don't let yourself sink / Just find the horizon / I promise you, it's not as far as you think”

Another song that I loved in my late middle school/early high school years, this band and all of Andrew McMahon’s projects in general have been staples in my Spotify library for years. This track in particular served as motivation for me to keep going during hard times.

“North Hansen” - Bearings

Favorite Lyric: “I've got dreams, I've got needs / I've got things I believe / That I just can not let go / I still, think about you every single day / I still miss that old North Hansen Home / Sometimes I wanna go home / All I'm saying is the ending scares me every time / Your words replaying / Over and over I save them in my mind / Now I'm grabbing a hold / Of what's about to unfold”

On the flip side, Bearings has been a huge part of the last few years of my high school experience; their 2019 tour with Grayscale, Belmont, and Rich People was the first tour I ever did multiple dates of, and those days and nights I spent traveling and singing my heart out truly changed my life. I leaned on this band’s entire discography during my junior and senior year, but this song specifically reminded me that it’s okay to be scared of leaving home as the future approaches.

“Ribs” - Lorde

Favorite Lyric: “This dream isn't feeling sweet / We're reeling through the midnight streets / And I've never felt more alone / It feels so scary getting old / I want 'em back / The minds we had / How all the thoughts / Moved 'round our heads”

How could I make a “coming of age” playlist without this song on it? Lorde has been a big part of my life for a while now - her hit song “Royals” was the ringtone on my first Smartphone in fifth grade, and I saw her live for the first time on the night before my 15th birthday on her Melodrama World Tour in Brooklyn, New York. Much like the last song, this track perfectly captures the fear of the future and getting older.

“Atlantic” - Grayscale

Favorite Lyric: “This place feels more and more like nowhere to me / I'm sick of waiting for a fire to ignite / I could just leave here without a goodbye / I'll burn down this bridge / And set my life up in smoke...I want to go / Run from this panic / I need the unknown”

As I mentioned earlier, attending four dates of Grayscale’s Nella Vita Part One Tour and six dates of the album cycle in total (bringing me to a grand total of ten times seeing this band) was a formative experience for me. Getting to end every night screaming the lyrics to this song, once again, dreaming of starting a new life as soon as I could, was cathartic.

“City Lights” - Emblem 3

Favorite Lyric: “Caught up in those pretty city lights / Wishing on a star for your direction / Thinking of a new and different life / Babe, I know this one ain't what you've been dreaming”

I choreographed my “senior solo” in my dance class to this song, one of my favorites for many years. Although I have a feeling it’s about someone moving thousands of miles away to chase dreams of stardom rather than moving two hours away to attend college, it certainly served as a source of comfort for me.

“Play” - Rich People

Favorite Lyric: “Because I know I'm beautiful enough / For someone to love / I don't know many things / But I feel everything / And I'm just too young to give up”

Rich People is my favorite band of all time, which you probably already know if you follow me on social media, and getting to watch them perform and connect with them was a major part of why following the Nella Vita Part One Tour was so pivotal for me. This song is my favorite off of their most recent album “Harmony”, and my graduation cap will have these lyrics in frontman Rob Rich’s handwriting on it later this month. This band and this song mean everything to me.

“Dream Envy” - Rich People

Favorite Lyric: “It's no way to live / Sitting on the fence asking myself ‘what if?’”

Another Rich People song, no surprise here, this is one of my favorites from their first release, “Jacob’s Ladder.” It reminded me that “sitting on the fence asking myself ‘what if?’”, is, indeed, no way to live, and it pushed me to make definitive decisions, leaving no stone unturned.

“Something Bigger Than This” - Trophy Eyes

Favorite Lyric: “I'm still flying through my twenties / Waiting for someone to say I made it / Golden boy, tiny paycheck / Big ideas and broken heartstrings / Waking up in the same old skin / It ain't easy to believe / We were born for something bigger than this / It don't make much sense right now / But it will all come together when the lights go out”

I saw Trophy Eyes live for the first time at the start of my sophomore year at the Stereo Garden in Patchogue, New York, leaving my last-period algebra class early to attend their show with Neck Deep, WSTR, and Stand Atlantic (sorry, Ms. Sloane). Their music has resonated deeply with me since then, and this song has especially been a huge source of motivation for me when I was feeling down about myself.

“Forevermore” - The Maine

Favorite Lyric: “Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable / Don't have to hide, don't have to fear / All you have to be is here...And I said, ‘I wanna feel like this forever’ / Even if forever's just for now / We're on fire, let us burn / As the outside world, it turns / We are here and alive / In our corner of time / Forevermore”

The Maine is another band that I feel has been here for me for as long as I can remember, remaining in my daily rotation since the summer before high school started. This song, off their most recent album “You Are OK”, has reminded me that wherever I am is exactly where I need to be at that point in time and to embrace every single moment.

“Flowers on the Grave” - The Maine

Favorite Lyric: “Feel the moment all around you / And the quiet that surrounds you / The time you have is sacred / Don't wait around and waste it / They can't take that away from you / Everything is temporary / Even the sorrow that you carry...'Cause you don't plan life, you live it / You don't take love, you give it / You can't change what is written / So when fate cries, you listen / And flowers on the grave / Of the child that I used to be”

The first time that I saw The Maine was at the New York City date of their “The Mirror” tour at Webster Hall. When they closed with this song, I was near inconsolable; my friends were practically passing me around to hug me and make sure I was alright. Similar to the last song, this track reminds me to live life to the fullest and not take anything for granted, not wasting any time mourning the past and only looking towards the future.

“Old Book” - Real Friends

Favorite Lyric: “It really weirds me out / Because I never thought I'd be where I am today...This isn’t where I want to be / Getting older scares the shit out of me”

On the topic of bands that were constants for me in my formative years, Real Friends was one of the first pop-punk bands that I truly loved. I wore a shirt with their “The Home Inside My Head” album cover on it on my first day of high school, and their 2018 show with Eat Your Heart Out, Grayscale, and Boston Manor at Irving Plaza in New York City was one of my first real general admission concerts; I don’t think I’d be where I am today if I didn’t go to that show. This song  always served as a reminder that I wasn’t alone in my worries about the future, and that it would all be okay, even if I didn’t know what I was doing or where I was going.

“Satellite” - Rise Against

Favorite Lyric: “We'll come clean and start over / The rest of our lives / When we're gone, we'll stay gone / Out of sight, out of mind / It's not too late, we have the rest of our lives...This is a life that you can’t deny us now”

Four years ago this week, I saw Rise Against for the first time, opening for Deftones at Jones Beach in Wantagh, New York with my dad; at the end of July, I’ll get to see them kick off their latest tour at Pier 17 in New York City with one of my best friends. If that isn’t a full-circle moment, I don’t know what is. Rise Against is one of my favorite bands of all time, and their music has always made me feel strengthened and empowered. This song specifically inspired me to reclaim my own life, not letting anyone else determine the outcome and my mindset but myself - it’s also the perfect angsty soundtrack to a fresh start.

“Something Special” - A Will Away

Favorite Lyric: “‘Pull out your clothes / You're made for something special’ / If that's what it takes to get you out of bed / You think you're meant for California / But that's just in your head / I saw you howling at the street lights / Pressed against the skin you want to shed / You tore down all the walls for answers / And found this shit instead...Don't let the poison that surrounds you / Stifle out the life you want to live / Please know it truly doesn't matter / And truly never did”

Though I’ve been listening to them since my sophomore year of high school, A Will Away is a band that I really got into this year as a senior. “Something Special” is my favorite song off of their album “Here Again”, and while I know it wasn’t written about finding friends that feel like family, rejecting negativity, and starting a new chapter, that’s certainly what it’s about for me.

“Lead Balloon” - Vanna

Favorite Lyric: “This isn't how we die / You're not reading the ending right / You are meant for greatness / Open up your eyes and face it / Now to your feet and follow me / The road is hard but you're harder / Can't you feel your heartbeat starting?...You're weak but you can feel now / Your soul slowly getting out / You are so strong / And you'll have to carry on now / Cause I know that you know how”

Vanna’s “All Hell” was an album I discovered around this time last year, and I listened to it non-stop for all of summer 2020. It became one of my favorite records ever (and not just because of the pink aesthetic, though I do appreciate the use of my favorite color). When I was struggling a lot during the first few months of the COVID-19 pandemic in more ways than I could count, this song really helped me through, these lyrics in particular. It gave me hope that I’d make it to the end of my senior year celebrating, which, thankfully, I did.

“Give Yourself A Try” - The 1975

Favorite Lyric: “Won’t you give yourself a try?”

While the lyrics of this song are a bit odd, frankly pessimistic, and hard for a teenager to relate to, its catchy, more optimistic chorus served as a mantra for me throughout my last few years of high school. If I couldn’t take a chance on myself, why would anyone else want to? This song’s refrain sparked a ton of self-love in me, and I spent many nights dancing around to it in my bedroom. Also, I couldn’t leave this band off of this list - I’ve been listening to them since their self-titled LPs came out when I was 10 years old, and the album that this song is off of, “A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships”, is one of my favorite records of all time.

“Garden Song” - Phoebe Bridgers

Favorite Lyric: “I don't know how, but I'm taller / It must be something in the water / Everything's growing in our garden...She told me my resentment's getting smaller / No, I'm not afraid of hard work / I get everything I want”

Much like A Will Away, Phoebe Bridgers is an artist that I had known of and had recommended to me for years, but I only really started listening to her as a senior in high school. “Kyoto” and “Would You Rather” are probably my favorites by her, but this song, along with “It’ll All Work Out”, helped me through feeling scared for the future and wondering how I grew up so quickly.

“Growing Up” - The Maine

Favorite Lyric: “We'll never lose what we had...Growing up won't bring us down / Graduate, what's a kid to do now? / Get away, yeah / We've got so much to prove / 'Cause it's time to move on / And I start to let go...We're in this together / Yeah, we'll make it somehow / Nothing's gonna stop us now”

Finally, to close it out, one more song by one of my favorite bands ever, and one of the bands that carried me throughout my senior year, as well as all of my high school years. I had to include this one - my graduation pictures were captioned “graduate, what’s a kid to do now?” At its core, this is a song about holding on to childlike energy and teenage memories despite growing up and moving on. Every time I listen to it (which has been a lot, lately), I’m reminded that I have the best friends in the world who have given me some of the happiest years of my life, and that doesn’t have to end just because we’re getting older. “Growing up won’t bring us down.”

For more songs like this, you can follow my Spotify playlist titled “senioritis” here. 

Congratulations to everyone who is celebrating this month, whatever you might be graduating from!

#jennifer moglia

[galahonk]

I saw my mother for the first time since June, and she was telling me she got written up at work for being racist. So I had to hear this story because it was going to be fucking legendary, coming from the woman who told me as a child that black women named their children the last thing that they screamed while in labor (being too young to understand sarcasm this later caused some problems). The story, however was that she passed by a couple guys (she’s a nurse) in the middle of a conversation about whether or not the NBA would play this year, and she said “well Kyrie Irving said he won’t play this season because it would interfere with protesting.” That’s it. That’s the entire story. She didn’t even make a comment, she literally just mentioned a thing that happened, and a black female doctor overheard it and reported it as, I shit you not, a “microaggression”. My fucking 65 year old mom, who has been a nurse for four decades, who had to come home and look up what a fucking microaggression is, had her job threatened by some pampered uppity twat over an offhand comment about the African Handball League, because we have effectively granted these people unlimited power in the interest of being safe from criticism on Twitter. And by the way, we didn’t even get it. I’m fucking sick of this shit.

[askmyboys]

Oh look its actual fucking content from me instead of me just making more n more characters-)

Trigger Warnings: They are fuckin murderers n two of them are cannibals, so there’s gonna probs be child murder, cannibalism, death, and blood in this one, its not too long of a story or not TOO detailed but eh at least I made some actual content for once lmao)

Vincent had his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked down the alleyways, he had to take a shortcut for the night since he had a lot of blood all over his clothes, suddenly a scream echoed throughout the alleyway, it sounded... like a child which immediately caught Vincent's attention, he ran towards the sound and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There was a slightly taller man, standing over a small child who was laying there bruised, crying, and trying to scream for help, and just then the man stabbed them, this made them scream momentarily before he continued to stab them repeatedly until the life faded from their eyes, this made Vincent absolutely sick to his stomach, sure, he was a killer himself...  but to kill a child...? That was despicable...

"You know..." Vincent began, this seemed to immediately catch the other man's attention, he snapped his gaze over to Vincent, his eyes... were blood red which was interesting to him, the man definitely had some inhuman features about him, from his eyes to those razor sharp teeth "I might be a murderer myself... but, at least I'm not a disgusting piece of f i l t h such as yourself... I would never kill an innocent child..." He finally finished, this just made the man chuckle "To society you are still just as much of a piece of shit as me, you are still a killer after all, to them it makes no difference! And oh please... It's all the same, humans are humans, just as animals are animals, we all bleed the same color anyways!"

Vincent pulled out his knife and pointed it at the other killer "We might be humans, but the children, the animals, they are innocent... They have done no wrong!" He snarled, he hated how the other laughed at that "At least, not y e t they haven't! The children will grow up eventually, then they will have s o many opportunities to do wrong! Might as well get rid of them while we can!" The man gripped his own knife tightly and charged at Vincent and tried to stab him, which Vincent immediately dodged.

(I am not writing a full on fight scene I fuckin suck at those lmao, I'll write a bit more n then skip)

Vincent then swung his own knife at the other, it only missed him by an inch, then the other man had swung his knife but of course it missed, Vincent swung once more, this time slashing a mark on the man's cheek which made him stumble back, he placed a hand on the mark and grinned at the blood he saw "D a m n, I haven't gotten a mark like t h a t in awhile!" He chuckled and licked the blood from his hand (ew, no dont do that-), and just like that, it was the same song and dance for awhile, slash after slash, dodge after dodge, and hit after hit.

They were fighting for what felt like hours until a loud slam caught their attention, they both snapped their gazes over to the source of the sound and a man had popped out from the dumpster, he looks enraged "HEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! SOME PEOPLE ARE T R Y I N G TO SLEEP!" He bellowed, clearly not caring if anyone else was actually trying to sleep, it was just his sleep that mattered truth be told, for a moment, his expression was one of fury but then when he looked down and saw the child's body and then saw the knives in their hands he looked a great deal more intrigued "Ah, a knife fight eh? Truly a classic..." He laughed, looking at the both of them "So uh, whoever killed that lil shit right there, you gonna finish em? Orrr... Are they fair game?"

The man blinked and looked at the child he had slaughtered then back to the dumpster man, he shrugged "Uhh sure? Go for it, what are you going to do with it though?" He was curious, he figured this man was just a homeless person, another victim potentially! ...Okay, that thought made him excited, but then, the dumpster man stepped out side of his "home" and grabbed the child, he immediately began chowing down like a stray dog who's just found his first meal in a long time, this made Vincent turn away and almost instantly, he vomited, that was ABSOLUTELY revolting "S-Such a d i s g u s t i n g man... How the f u c k could you even do such a thing?!" He spat, trying to keep his gaze focused on the man he was just fighting a bit ago.

Meanwhile, that man looked... more intrigued than ever before and he had a wide grin on his face "Damn! I haven't seen anyone eat like that before and so casually! What's your name dude?" He walked over, getting a bit too close for Robert's comfort, this made him whip out a knife as a warning "Your close enough..." He paused, taking another bite of his meal before continuing "Name's Robert Marner, yours?" The man grinned and as much as he'd love to push his boundaries, he kept his distance "Irving Lancaster! I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, but then again... You DO live in a dumpster..." Robert only shrugged "Eh, better out here, and in any place I can manage than in a jail, I mean, I'm LITERALLY eating a child here, I'm a killer and a cannibal as you can clearly see"

Irving blinked "...You gave that info up surprisingly easily" Robert had finally finished his meal and he wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up, he turned to face Irving properly "I mean, I can clearly tell... That we're all killers here, and it would be pretty stupid for one of us to rat out the other, now wouldn't it?" He did technically have a point, Irving only nodded at that "Fair point actually..." He then realized something, and looked back over to the other man "Hey! I never got your name actually? What is it?" Vincent looked at him and sighed "...Vincent Blackwell..." Why was he joining in? This was s t u p i d and pointless, he wasn't here to be buddy buddy with two other random killers, if anything he just wants to dispose of them both now.

Irving nodded, well now they all knew each others names! But, Irving was definitely more interested in Robert, he turned back towards him "So like, if you'll eat a child that's like, already dead, would you eat one while their alive? What do you prefer?" Robert shrugged "I don't mind either way, same goes for an animal, they make more sounds when their alive though which can be annoying sometimes, it just depends on the mood" Irving looked surprised "You eat animals?! Doesn't the fur get stuck in your teeth?" Robert shrugged once more "Eh, I don't care, food is food, I'm not scared to get a little bit of fur in my teeth"

Irving looked more and more impressed with the more Robert told him, the stories he told about some of the children he ate, the dogs and cats he's eaten, sometimes in front of actual children to scare the shit out of them, and of course, Irving shared some of his best stories as well! He tried to pick out the best of the best, and a lot of them had made Robert laugh even, he wanted to get on good terms with him at this point, finally after awhile of speaking, Robert paused for a moment, he looked at Irv and gave him a toothy grin "Eh, your alright bud, if ya ever want to, you can hang around here with me, just for the love of God, don't make TOO much noise" This made Irving grin back, he was filled with absolute glee inside "Got'cha!"

Robert turned back towards Vincent "You've been awfully quiet this entire time, so, how about this... You got any stories to tell?" Vincent looked at the both of them, noticing their expectant expressions and he just scoffed, he l o a t h e d the both of them, he should've left while he had the chance "You are both the most vile creatures on this filthy excuse of a planet I have ever met... If you wish for a story however, so be it..." He sighed and began telling one of his most infamous stories, after a good while he finally seemed to finish, both Robert and Irving were somewhat impressed with the level of detail Vincent had put in.

Irving blinked slightly "....So, did you kill the kid n the dogs?" He was hopeful until Vincent shook his head "No, I'm not a miserable excuse for life such as the both of you, I would never kill an innocent child or animal" Irving's expression just looked bored now "...That's pretty lame honestly, you should've killed them all!" Robert only sneered at this "Yeah, I woulda wiped out that entire family honestly..." Vincent only rolled his eyes "What you do while murdering is your business, that doesn't mean I will never try and stop the both of you... However I would advise you both to watch your backs..." And with that, Vincent made his way out of the alley, leaving Irving and Robert alone.

Irv merely rolled his eyes "Fuckin killjoy isn't he?" Robert nodded at that and then walked over, picking up the remains he had left of the child, mostly the bones and a few other things and then he tossed them into his dumpster "Feel free to hang around, just remember what I said about the noise..." And with that, he climbed back inside, Irving would... absolutely not go into that dumpster but he did walk towards it and hang around near it "Got'cha, loud n clear! I can't guarantee you won't hear any screams if more prey walks by though" Robert just let out sleepy 'mhm' before he winded up falling asleep, this was truly a good day, er... Well night for Irving Lancaster!

(I've got no actual good ending, he's just gonna hang around with Rob n probs chillax there for awhile, Vincent fucking h a t e s the both of them, Irv has the BIG MIGHTY GAY for Robert right now, so yeah take this insanity)

#My Story #oc story #serial killer ocs #Vincent #Irving #Robert #all my serial killer lads interacting with each other #you can tell Vincent fucking hates them both #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: cannibalism #tw: child death

[678withlove]

March 25, 2019

Dear Journal,

If I get on one more airplane, I might literally start crying. I am so enfeebled by all this traveling and my entire body has been aching for 2 days straight. Right now, all I want to do is drink some hot coffee (these airports are freezing), eat anything besides insipid plane food, and then sleep for ten uninterrupted hours. But before I do all of that, I just have to board one last plane and be done with this exhausting intercontinental journey of mine. Whew!

I’m currently in Hoston Texas right now, waiting for my next and final flight home. I used to love taking off and landing on airplanes, but I’ve done so many of those within the past week that I may actually throw up next time. Regardless though, I really must take a second to thank God for journey mercies so far. I’ve been on 5 airplanes this entire spring break and I haven’t encountered any problems all along. (Hallelujah)

Anyway, I’ve got approximately 57 minutes until I head to my boarding gate, so I’m just gonna use this time to give y’all a quick recap of my spring break in Lagos. One word for it? = beautiful! 

First and foremost, it was a huge blessing to have reunited with my entire family last week. It’s been a minute since all 8 of us were in the same house, or even in the same country, at the same time! Family is everything to me, so I’m super thankful to have been surrounded by each and every one of them after five long years apart. My brother, CJ, made my trip alllll the more special. He is literally my favorite person in the whole world and I am so glad I got to see him, reconnect with him, and do stupid shit together.

Moving on, Chiamaka’s and Duke’s fairytale wedding was so so magical y’all! She was the most beautiful bride I had ever laid my eyes on, and no, I am not just saying that because she’s my sister. She looked immaculate in her wedding dresses, her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup was flawless, and the wedding decor was brilliantly assembled. Honestly, everything was just so beautiful. It’s hard to believe that she was under a lot of pressure during her wedding planning process because in retrospect, everything turned out so incredibly well and I am really proud of her for pulling it off.

It was also my first time being a bridesmaid! I honestly didn’t enjoy having my face coated in makeup or getting my picture taken every 5 seconds, but it was still an experience I’ll never forget.

One downside to my trip, however, was seeing my father react to one of his illnesses. I’ve never really talked about my father’s cancer on this blog because firstly it’s negative (who wants to write about negative stuff), and secondly, I want the cynosure of this blog to be my own life. But, I’ve grown to realize how therapeutic it can be to write about even the toughest things. 

About 3 years ago, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. It was probably the hardest revelation I’d ever had to assimilate in my life, and trust me when I say I cried for a week after finding out. I spent my entire 2016 winter break caring for my sick dad, going in an out of hospitals, waiting for him while he received chemo, and chaperoning him around Irving, Texas (his treatment location). As an 18-year-old, it was incredibly difficult for me to watch my dad fight for his life. What was even more challenging was trying to exercise faith in God during such a trying time. But thankfully, and $40,000 later, my father was cancer-free and ready to be discharged from the hospital. Life afterward hasn’t been the same, however. My entire family’s been walking on eggshells every day, trying hard to make sure he’s well taken care of and free from any kind of stress. As for me, I’m constantly reminded of how fragile life is; and that’s a thought that often brings me intense anxiety. Worst of all, my dad’s still dealing with multiple side-effects from his chemotherapy. 

One of these side effects came into action during my sister’s wedding, and this resulted in him missing out on almost half of the ceremony. I’m not going to explain the intricacies of what happened that day, but I will say it was very sad to witness.

I must say that situations like this continually impel me to cherish good health more often. It’s a gift we carelessly take for granted. The ability to live life with no impediments is a huge gift, and I hope that my father will live to enjoy that again for the rest of his life.

Anyway, I’m going to conclude this post by saying that my trip to Lagos definitely gave me a chance to bond with my family and I am so immensely grateful for that. I needed to be with them. I really did. It hasn’t been easy living on my own in a foreign country. The lonely Christmases. The constant yearning for a hug. The crippled relationships. The missed birthdays and anniversaries. It’s never been easy. So, for every chance I get to surround myself with familiar faces, I make sure I express every iota of gratitude I can muster.

As much as I miss my relatives dearly, I’m kinda ready to head back to campus and reunite with my best friends. 

Until then, peace and love to all!

From 678,

With love.

[junker-town]

Draymond Green says Cavs 'didn’t stand a f*****g chance' in NBA Finals

Some of the best quotes from Green’s recent interview with GQ Magazine.

As part of a long NBA offseason that included coming down from the high of his second championship in three years, Warriors forward Draymond Green sat down for an interview and subsequent feature story by GQ Magazine’s Clay Skipper.

The highly quotable two-time All-Star delivered some of the best lines of the year, touching on Golden State’s 4-1 Finals win over Cleveland, how teams are attempting to prepare for a monstrous Warriors team this year, and even Kyrie Irving’s decision to leave LeBron James and the Cavaliers for a new start with the Boston Celtics.

Here were some of his best quotes:

1. Green on beating the Cavaliers in five games:

The Warriors held a 3-0 lead over the Cavs entering an elimination Game 4 that could have secured the first-ever 16-0 playoff run in NBA history. It never happened. LeBron put up 31 points, 10 rebounds and 11 assists, and Cleveland hit 24-of-45 threes (54.5 percent) to live to fight another day. Golden State wrapped things up in Game 5, but Green still wishes they beat the Cavaliers without taking an L:

“They didn’t stand a fucking chance,” he says of the Cavs, who lost in five games. “It pissed me off we didn’t sweep them, though.”

“That’d never been done!” Green he continues, later. “They don’t come out and hit twenty-four threes and they’re swept. And that’s the second best team in the world. It’s pretty fucking sick to see how everybody is just in a fucking panic about what to do. You sit back and think, like, these motherfuckers, they know. That’s the fun part about it: They know they don’t stand a chance.”

2. Green on how teams are trying to change their game plan for the Warriors

Green reads Rockets GM Daryl Morey’s comments about Golden State not being unbeatable: “There have been bigger upsets in sports history,” Morey said to ESPN’s Zach Lowe in mid-June. “We are going to keep improving our roster. We are used to long odds. If Golden State makes the odds longer, we might up our risk profile and get even more aggressive. We have something up our sleeve.”

Then he pauses, scoffing at Morey’s comments.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he says. “They are really trying to rethink their whole strategy”—here he bumps a table repeatedly with his hand for emphasis, getting excited—“because teams know they don’t have a fucking clue.”

3. Green tells the story of when he called Kobe

After he rocked Steven Adams in his junk twice in the 2016 Western Conference Finals, he swiped at LeBron’s in Game 4 of the 206 NBA Finals. As a consequence, he was suspended for Game 5 with the Warriors up 3-1. Cleveland won Game 5, then won Games 6 and 7 to win their first championship in franchise history.

Bearing the brunt of that Finals loss but Green in a dark place, but it was Kobe Bryant who helped him out of it.

Bryant’s words, according to Green: Ninety-eight percent of people are okay with mediocrity or less. Guys like Bryant and Green, though, they're out for something different—greatness. So, Green remembers Kobe saying, “as long as you wait for them to understand you, you’re fucked.”

“It was the best shit I ever heard,” Green says. “Because it gave me an understanding of why people don’t understand me. I’m so crazy competitive. I put my competitiveness up there with anyone. How could someone understand that? It’s a different level.”

4. Green on when he leaked a picture of his junk on Snapchat, then had to plea out of slapping a Michigan State football player

This one kinda speaks for itself:

“That was rock bottom for me,” Green says. “People always wanted to paint me as this villain, this problem child, this guy who can't control himself, this dangerous guy. I had heard that shit my entire life. And like: Motherfucker, you can't tell me I'm this or that. I got good grades and I graduated college, and I'm never in trouble. Like real trouble. Getting a fucking tech is getting a tech—it's basketball.

But to get in trouble like that, and finally give people who've always wanted to say, ‘I told y'all, he's this type of guy, or he's a distraction’—for the first time in my life, I gave them room to say that. I did that. And it fucking destroyed me. That hurt me more than anything. I just gave motherfuckers ammo to shoot me with. When they've always tried to shoot, but they never had any ammo. I gift wrapped them ammo. To shoot me.”

Damn.

Clay Skipper’s full story on Draymond Green is dope, and you should take a few minutes out of your day to read it on GQ.com here.

[sideshowdaffy]

Chase

Blood runs down David's legs and pools around his feet. One hand is splayed against a wall to support himself, the other clasping the jagged wound on his lower abdomen. He gasps weakly trying to catch his breath. He had just ran for what felt like eternity to save his own life. For all he knew, his pursuer could still be hot on his tail. There was no way at this point that David would be able to escape. After so much blood loss and exertion, he could hardly move.

David could no longer stand even. He falls to the floor and into the gory puddle he created. It's still warm, seeping through his clothes and caking his skin. This was it. He was going to die. Oddly, the thought comforted him. Every day was hell in this world. Separating from Jack had only made it worse.  He didn't regret that though. His godfather was the very reason this gruesome place existed to begin with. It made David sick just thinking about how blind he had been. If he had known what Jack was capable of, perhaps he could have prevented all this.

And then again, maybe not. Jack seemed incredibly determined to do whatever it was he was trying to do. Surely if David had interfered with his plans, Jack would have killed him. He was honestly surprised he made it this far when he clearly was in opposition with the man. Did he hold back because David was family? That couldn't be it. After all, he had no problem murdering his wife. Why was he alive then? What purpose could his life possibly serve for Jack?

Dwelling on this now was utterly pointless he realizes. Soon, he will be dead and nothing will matter. Sofia and the others could hopefully find a way out of this nightmare. As unlikely as survival for them was, he held onto the idea that they would nonetheless. At the very least, he hoped they wouldn't be as reckless as he had been. Really, he was such an idiot for approaching that thing earlier. Looking back, his fatal injury was entirely avoidable.

It was his curiosity that screwed him over. He was searching for food at the time when he heard two people arguing. Or so he had thought. The closer he got to the origin of the voices, the more he felt something wasn't quite right. And yet despite his wariness, David had to investigate. He was stubborn that way. When he was near enough, the speaking began to sound familiar. There was a posh, crisp cadence to it, definitely belonging to the Daggert twins.

This was where any sane person would turn back. But David ignored common sense and continued on until he reached a safe spot to eavesdrop from. He crouched low behind a pile of debris, listening to the pair bicker. Unfortunately, it was too unintelligible to make out what they were saying. All he could discern was that one sounded enthusiastic, while the other was irate. Peering around the detritus, David sees either Victor or Irving huddled in a corner, hands covering their face.

That was what did it for him. A warning like a blaring siren fired off in his head and he started to panic. He frantically scanned the area for the second twin, but came up empty. If he couldn't see both of them, there was a chance the other brother would notice him first and not take kindly to being spied on.

David forced himself to calm down, pretending he couldn't feel the frantic drumming of his heartbeat, and considered his options. Waiting it out could work, but only if they left through the fire exit next to them. There was a possibility they would choose to leave the room from David's side instead, in which case he would be seen for sure. However, this accounted solely for the single Daggert he could see in the room, without regard to the twin he couldn't see. There was no helping that. All he could do was pray that the brothers would go together.

Before David could decide on the best course of action though, the decision was taken from him. He had shifted slightly in discomfort from squatting for so long when his knee bumped into the mass of rubble that was his hide out. A small chunk of brick tumbled off the side and landed with a loud thud on the floor. David held his breath in fear and watched as the hunched over doppelganger jerked their head up to stare straight at him.

He stared back and flinched at what he saw. Whether it was Irving or Victor, he couldn't tell. What he could ascertain was that something horribly wrong had happened to them. A giant suture weaved a twisted path down the middle of their face, lips curved into a smile on the left and a grimace on the right. Fresh bruises were littered across the grinning half while the scowling side was free of any  blemishes. Normally well groomed, their hair was now disheveled and clothes dirty and torn.

It took all of three seconds for David to take that in and recognize the severity of the situation he was in.

Two more for him to stand up and bolt from the room.

And another two to hear the revving up of a buzzsaw.

That was when time sped up to a tense blur.

David wildly sprinted through a maze of several hallways and doors. His sides began to ache from the strain, but he didn't dare slow his pace. Each step he took was accompanied by many more trailing after him. The racket of a power tool carving up anything in its way made him hurry along quicker.

He glimpsed back at his stalker. Like a rabid animal, drool dripped from the aberration's mouth as it continued to chase him. David whipped his head back around and refocused his efforts to evade the demented twin. Except he hadn't been paying much attention to where he was going, nearly colliding into a wall. He quickly skidded to a halt.

It was a dead end.

“Well, well... what have we here?”

David jumped a little at the words, not expecting the thing to talk to him. He hesitantly turned so he could face the maniac. It cruelly smirked when he met their eyes.

“Ah, I thought it was you”. Watching it speak was like seeing an amateur ventriloquist perform, making it all the more disturbing. “Jack's favorite...hmm, must be nice”.

They stepped closer until David's back hit the wall behind him.

“I mean, it IS his fault we exist...stuck here forever”, it dragged a finger along David's chest and stopped at where his heart would be, “But you, you're special. You aren't fucked like the rest of us. You mean something to him”.

“I don't know if you noticed, but Jack isn't with me. I left him”, David seethed, shoving the thing's hand off him, “So, if you're gonna kill me-” He doesn't get a chance to finish his retort. Raw pain spread throughout his midsection, wholly interrupting what he was going to say. David blinked then glanced down at the dark crimson stain blooming on his white shirt. Gawking, he clutched his waist in disbelief. He has to narrowly dodge another strike from the buzzsaw before pushing his assailant away and breaking into a mad dash.

A mix of shock and terror numbed any agony David might have felt from the deep laceration. He would have been grateful for this if he were conscious of anything other than remaining alive. The awareness he did experience was fleeting as his mind drifted in and out of reality; he desperately tried to survive one moment, then relived playing hide-and-seek with Jack when he was little in the next.

Eventually he stumbled upon an open ventilation shaft and wedged himself inside. David waited a beat for the twin(s) to run by, but they never did. Maybe they lost him. Even so, he wasn't about to stay there and find out.

He crawled out the other side of the vent then immediately winced. The industrial-sized kitchen was much brighter than the dim corridors he had grown accustomed to, causing him to squint in order to see.

This is when he became cognizant of all the blood virtually spilling from his body.

And this is where he was now, ironically dying in a place containing what he sought to begin with.

Hunger was nothing compared to the current torture he suffered. It truly was a blessing to have not felt it earlier as it was the worst trauma he has ever endured. David accepts his fate, figuring he shouldn't linger over the past anymore.

What's done is done.

A distraction is needed, so he settles for counting the rotted tiles on the ceiling. He makes it up to thirteen when the creaking of a door cuts his tally short. David curses his lack of precaution. Of course in his present state it made sense that he'd neglect to check the room for other entrances. But if he was going to die, he wanted to do so alone on his own terms, damn it.

He grits his teeth in anticipation and keeps an eye on the quivering door knob ten feet from him. It appeared that whoever was trying to get inside was having trouble opening the door. Which is strange, David thinks, since the thing hunting him could simply hack their way through.

There is a sudden bang and the wood encircling the handle of the door splinters. The explosive noise startles David so much he involuntarily bites his tongue.

“Fuck”, he hisses quietly, the swear befitting the affliction as well as the circumstance.

His sore tongue is all but forgotten when the destroyed entryway swings open, revealing the last person he wants to see:

Jack.

Fuck, David mentally reiterates, not him. Anyone but him.

“David?”

He refuses to acknowledge him by closing his eyes and not responding. An intense desire to disappear consumes him.

“Holy shit, Davie. What the bloody hell happened to ya?”, Jack asks with blatant worry. He holsters his gun before approaching him and stooping down to access the damage. His customary smile is replaced with a frown when he finds the source of the bleeding.

“Leave me alone”, David croaks. He can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. This reminded him far too much of how Jack would react when he hurt himself as a kid. He wasn't a child anymore and he didn't need Jack's concern nor help.

“No can do, precious”, he pokes at David's gash which earns him a whimper followed by a pitiful attempt to push him away. Jack laughs, amused by the resistance. “If you keep struggling like that, you'll only bleed out faster...and we don't want that, now do we?”

“I don't care”.

Jack rolls his eyes. David could be so difficult sometimes. “Look, you ain't dying on my watch, so if you're gonna make this hard for me, I'll have to knock ya out”.

David glares at Jack. He didn't like the idea of being unconscious and at the mercy of his godfather. There really wasn't much of a choice. “Fine”, he relaxes, letting his body go limp, “I'll behave myself”.

The sarcastic quip makes Jack chuckle. He loved it when David got smart with him. “That's a good boy”, he praises, knowing it will do nothing but irk David. Jack is rewarded with a dirty look from the sulky teenager. He beams from ear to ear in return. “Okay then, let's have a look-see”.

Suddenly, there are fingers in David's lesion, digging around inside him. The unexpected sensation of being scissored open is nauseating. Bile rises in his throat, but he holds it back. “What are you-”, David gasps and swallows, “doing?”

“I've gotta see how bad it is, don't I?”, Jack replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. The man could feign not being a sadist all he wants, but there was no denying he derives some sick pleasure from hurting David. And, if he was completely honest, David believes he deserves it. This is why he doesn't bother to protest any further. “Ah, fuck. It's worse than I thought”.

The abrupt removal of Jack's fingers leaves David feeling empty. A small part of him misses their presence and he hates himself for how fucked up that is. “H-how bad is it?”

“Well...”, Jack runs a blood soaked hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts, “to put it bluntly, stitches won't do shit”.

“Oh”. So that was it then. David was done for. He isn't an expert on emergency medical treatment, but he knows there isn't much else they could do unless they went to a hospital. Finding one in this place was certainly possible, although without a doctor it was useless. “Why not?”

To illustrate a point, Jack picks up a glass from one of the counters and hurls it at the floor. The cup shatters on impact.“Imagine trying to fix this with cheap glue”, he gathers up a handful of shards, sifting the fragments between his fingers, “Sure, you could piece it back together, but-”

“For fuck's sake, Jack, I don't need a clever analogy”, David interjects. The excessive and overtly impulsive demonstration had irritated him. He could not fathom why Jack was choosing to be showy at a time like this. “Give it to me straight”.

“Aww, you're no fun...”, Jack pouts. He lets the broken glass fall from his palm. There are pinpricks of blood where the sharp bits pierced his skin. “Alright, princess, I'll humor you”. His expression becomes serious. “Stitching you up would take too long and by then you'd be dead. Luckily, I know of another way to stop the bleeding”.

“And that is?”

“I'm not gonna lie, Davie. You won't like it”.

“Jack-”

“I have to cauterize the wound”.

David frowns in confusion. “Ca-tuh-what-now?”

“Really?”, Jack quirks a brow, “With all those books you read, I'm surprised you don't know that word. I'm a little disappointed, actually...”

“Do I look like a fucking dictionary to you, Jack?!”, David fumes. His patience for the older man is wearing dangerously thin.

“Whoa, take it easy, tiger! I was only messin' with ya”, Jack can't help but crack a smile and snicker a little at David's expense. “Anyway, all you need to know is that it'll hurt like hell”.

David sighs. Their conversation will drag on forever if he keeps asking questions. Jack would continue to make a game of it by beating around the bush until David bled to death. He has to put an end to this. “Whatever, just do it already”.

“Aye aye, captain!”, Jack mock salutes. He swiftly pivots around on his heel to face the many cabinets and drawers and begins rummaging through them at random. Muttering to himself as he roots, the clattering of bottles can soon be heard and Jack pulls out one containing a clear alcohol. “You're gonna need this”, he smirks, tapping the bottle with his index finger. Jack makes to throw it at David to catch before thinking better of it and handing it to him instead.

“Why?”, David asks, examining the bottle in his left hand, while his right continues to try and stem the flow of the blood from his injury. He was a little stunned that Jack hadn't made him a makeshift tourniquet or something, but he knew enough to know he needed to put pressure on it. Now realizing he should have been more specific with his question, lest Jack ramble on again, David amends his prior inquiry.  “Nevermind, just- do I drink it or what?”

“Geez, you're joking, right? Duh, you drink it, silly. If you wanna dull the pain, that is”, Jack returns to his search, his back to David, “Of course, we'll need some for disinfectant as well, so don't drink the whole thing, kiddo”.

David's stomach clenches and that queasy feeling from earlier comes back. Jack knows all too well that David hates the taste of alcohol, yet here he is offering that as the only option. He supposes the place didn't have a first aid kit though and any pain reliever pills won't be as fast acting. His reflection in the bottle stares back at him with disgust as he shakily uncorks it and downs a hefty portion of the liquor in haste.

Instantly coughing and sputtering, David tries not to gag at the foul flavor, giving himself a second to breath before drinking some more. He puts the alcohol down and wipes the remnants from his mouth. Jack stares at him with wide eyes. “What?”, David snaps, although it comes out more like a muted slur. His head starts to swim and the room around him is spinning topsy-turvy.

“Fuck, Davie, you didn't need to drink that much!”, Jack laughs uncontrollably, the situation too funny for him to contain it. Even with everything whirling about in a dizzying way, David could still tell that Jack was currently holding a rather large knife; a glowing red-hot one at that.

“Jack, what-”, he can't speak any further, a fresh wave of nausea hitting him. He closes his eyes tight and wills it to pass. Vomiting now would only make this predicament worse. When he opens them, David finds Jack kneeling at his side with the sharp blade.

“Don't get the wrong idea, sweetheart. I ain't gonna stab ya”, Jack cackles a bit at the thought then remembers he forgot something, “Ah, crap. Hold this, will you?”. He gives the knife to David whom attempts to hold it upright until his arm weakly falls to the floor. Jack notices and promptly fixes the position of the knife so it won't burn David, tutting as he does so in mock annoyance. He then retrieves a handkerchief from his vest and douses it with liquor. The smell of it makes David wrinkle his nose and back away in revulsion. “Come on, I told you we'd use this as disinfectant, didn't I? Stop being a baby”. Jack grabs him by his shirt and pulls him forward, gently removing David's own hand from his wound. The hand comes away sticky and wet with blood.

David braces himself, clutching Jack's shoulders and gritting his teeth. “Do it”, he murmurs, head bowed down. Complying to the request, Jack wipes the wound thoroughly with the damp cloth, causing David to groan and tighten his grip on the older man.

“There we go, that wasn't so bad, was it?”, Jack smiles and ruffles David's hair affectionately, “Now for the best- er, I mean the worst part. Ya ready, kid?” David reluctantly nods. Jack reclaims the knife from David's grasp. “Oh yeah, ya might wanna bite down on this”, he says, giving David a few seconds to do so with the wooden spoon he hands him. Then, without any real warning, he lowers the heated kitchen utensil and presses it flush against David's injury.

The pain is instantaneous and excruciating. Nothing he experienced beforehand could even come close to what he feels now. It was like someone was gutting him with a burning torch, his skin sizzling from the heat. He spits the wooden spoon out and cries, burying his face in Jack's chest. When the knife is taken away and Jack whispers soothingly, he isn't even aware of it, the world going dark as he blacks out.

#my writing #original story #original characters #blood #gore #fatal injury #cauterization #swearing #alcohol #this is also on ao3 and fictionpress #i know its crap but im working on improving my writing #not like anyone is even gonna read this #but please let me know if i need to tag something triggering #id really hate to upset anyone #i put most of this under a read more though so hopefully that's warning enough #enjoy #psychological horror