#i dunno im just putting this shit in draft

[delusionally-loveless-by-choice]

Random Bo Sinclair Headcanons!!

authors' note: these are def just personally influenced, and if im being honest this was in my drafts for like.. a year and a half I think, and well I wrote it in the dead of night and was emotional and delirious. anyway, if u like any of these or wanna discuss his pass leave a note or reblog!!

Bo likes reading—mostly nonfiction but he has read a good amount of fiction when he gets his greasy hands on them. He needs glasses to read sometimes. reads when he isn't busy, andusually is before before (if he isn't drunk lol)

He likes to sketch—in his childhood Vince was the artist, just naturally good at it. His parents hoped Bo could have an artistic talent as well, but soon gave up when they realized he was too much to handle. Bo always liked to randomly doodle when he got bored. Likes to doodle whatever he can, in his youth it was usually just funny sketches of people that he'd make fun of

Has a great ass singing voice—first heard him humming in the garage to some song. Later that day after Bo n u got a couple of beers down, the music was low and playing and you heard him just belt it out. Sure it mostly comes out when he’s drunk but gad damn . You just egg him on because you need more bo singing voice.

He likes a lot of alt music. Loud shit. Metal. Rock. Etc. But he’s also secretly into classic romantic shit., (to me personally just the vibe of romantic older music, but im bad w names so like idk songs like put your head on my shoulder dunno)

He has like only three different caps that he circulates through. Theyre all dirty so help him out here, gift him a new one or help him wash them bec them caps are dirty as shi

He just has stickers and he puts them almost everywhere. In certain spots on the truck, in the garage, on his tool box case, etc. Some are from the people he and his brother catch, and others are ones he's gotten on his own over time (there's a sticker in his truck that is most definitely a hello kitty sticker, he denies it was him but he stuck it on when he was plastered and is unable to rip the sticker off its place)

Never learned how to ride a bicycle. Him and his brothers not having the best upbringing, they never really got those bonding moments. I imagine one day after finding a bicycle, and assuming you know how to ride one, he just looks at you as if you discovered a new planet. he never considered that other people knew how to ride those things. So surprised and impressed. He wont ask you to teach him so you kinda have to like coax him to try it. Would definitely get frustrated. I also imagine that if theres a possibility of kids, and he sees you teaching them how to ride a bike he would definitely be holding back tears when he sees you teaching them how to ride a bike (he'll join in bec he wants to learn too but he'd just stand on the side until you tell him to try it)

loll I edited them but I wrote these so long ago and many are def jus self-indulgent . fucj it they head canons for a reason ;)

#dlbc~🤍 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair/reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair house of wax

[samarecharm]

I had WHOLE ASS post drafted and realized i was just being mean fbdjndkdksk

wrt this reply tho, i agree i think?

Like ye, i think its just personal tastes; you seek what u like. Trying to rephrase it better this time, i think what i meant was that i LIKE goro being a bit obtuse and awkward in the way he shows (all kinds of) affection. Hes got a lot of love to give! But i dont think hes like. Against showing that love? Does that make sense? Its the iteration of tsundere goro that makes him out to be very shy and delicate while feisty and actively refusing to show emotions, and that doesnt really do him any justice. I will leave it at that lest i ramble and be forced to add ‘long post’ to the tags 😭

As for akira hcs (for this ship/relationship); He is very patient bc being rowdy and angry got him in trouble. But hes got a bit (a lot) of a mean streak, and Goro seems to know exactly what to do to bring that messy side of him out. Which isnt good. Like at all fjdkkdkdjfj it calms down way after post base game when theyve been teammates for a while. But in the beginning, when theyre still trying to get the hang of goro being on their team (permanently; not including saes palace), quirks and smarmy comments included, Akira eventually pulls him to the side like.

‘Listen. Were friends. We work together. And we help each other. Because were family. And im letting you talk to my family and work with my family bc I think of you as someone who could also be in this family. But I have a limit to the amount of bullshit I can take, and the amount of mediating i will put up with.’ Bc akira is Okay but he is Only okay, and his shred of mental stability is hanging on for dear life on a daily basis. He is one really bad interaction or fight away from seeing red and blacking out in the depth of mementos and he would prefer if that didnt happen.

‘So were talking now. Because I want you to be here. Because i think you belong here. And if I didnt believe that, I wouldnt have bothered debating if it was okay to put us out of our misery and put you in the ground, because I wouldve done so without hesitation.’ And like YEAH goro is like WHAT the fuck ever, talk as big as u want i dont give a shit, but like. He is simultaneously pleased that they like his presence and want to keep him there, pissed bc WHO is he to fucking threaten him like that???? but also. Morbidly curious as to how Akira operates. I dunno how to put that into words. Their relationship would be Not the best and borderline toxic if they decided to get together when goro first started being a consistent member of the thieves. It takes time for Goro to mesh w the thieves in a positive way, and even longer to vibe w Akira enough to want to date him.

Anyway Akira is very nice when hes not being pushed into a corner to be a dick. Hes a ‘show not tell’ kind of dude; he likes taking goro out to hang with him. He buys goros favorite foods and snacks when hes out n about; he like inviting goro to the attic just so they can keep each other company. And Goro reciprocates in his own way; a bit rough around the edges and blunt but like, definitely as someone who wants to show love, not pretend its something bad or to be ashamed of

#waugh #SORRY #head FULL so it sounds like im doing parkour w my thoughts #it is strange to put things into words instead of rotating them in my head #so for awhile all of my posts will come out like this kfhsdkjfhsdkhf #also tagging as #shuake #for blacklisting #peep peep peep

[sylvctica]

i dunno how im late to finding workflowy but all i remembered is that arin brought it up in game grumps, i tried it out, and holy shit is it so nice to see all my shit ORGANIZED i can even shove my drafts in here alongside all the other shit i gotta do

LIKE THIS IS SO COOL, u can shove ur whole reply in the fuckin notes too!!!!

u can put in images, links, gifs, make a fuckin mini trello board... im so!!!!! I LIKE MY STUFF ORGANIZED!!!! for my swiss cheese memory ... i just gotta hope i can keep up with it and remember to check it on the first place,,, 😒 but hving everything in one place is nice and being able to organize it w/tags and dates too..

#[ sorry im like gushing im so excited to use it ] #OOC // AID TALKS.

[participlepotato]

Kinda wished I had typed the text instead of drawn it but too late now

Drawn for the same danger days art show a while back

#maybe i posted it here? #i dunno im just putting this shit in draft #mcr #mcr art #danger days #party poison #gerard way #we just goin crazy with tags today huh

[impossible-rat-babies]

@elmshore tagged me to talk about my fic our reflections!

gonna put this mostly below the cut bc it might get long + im ewbarressed 2 talk bout my fics bc often there is a lot of imagery behind them sdjfls

i’m gonna tag: 

@bitchesofostwick, @trvelyans, @mournholdmushroom, @wayhavn, and anyone else who is a mutual who writes who wants to be just. jabber on about their fic i would love 2 hear it

the idea rumbling around in my head, if I’m remembering this correctly, came after the book three demo came out and there is the bounty on the detective’s head for their capture. this got me thinking about how “well it would make sense if the trappers actively went after the detective when they were alone, or otherwise indisposed.” 

That got me rolling on the idea of what happened in the aftermath of such an incident. I wanted more the aftermath rather than the whole omg the detective is in danger haha they’re saved by their LI! I don’t find that as compelling or interesting personally compared to them saving themselves, but they’re injured or had to find a way out of the situation themselves. Or both--I’m not picky.

It was also a sort of fic born out of the desire to see where pollux and mason get on each others nerves/where their conflicts reside. I love fluff between couples, but I also love exploring the more difficult and organic parts of two people together. which this fic was a really great place to explore that between the two of them, mostly because pollux is antagonistic towards asking for help or letting himself be helped. he doesn’t need to be babied in this instance and he had everything under control. the fact that mason is upset over the fact that it actually happened and pollux didn’t tell anyone is irrelevant in pollux’s mind. he got out of it with his life and he can tend his wounds in peace--he doesn’t need help. thus, we have a nice little conflict.

but a bit of dialogue or action that got stuck in my head when i was first drafting it was:

“....fucking hopeless.” Mason grumbles to himself and Pollux bunches his fingers tightly in his shirt.

“If you’re gonna talk then shit say it to my face, Mason.” Pollux spits his name and he knows he’s playing chicken with a speeding car—sooner or later he’s going to get hit.

Mason turns on him, anger drawing his lips into a snarl and frustration tensing his shoulders,

(take one more step, I swear to god)

“I said...” He starts slow, meeting his grey eyes and there’s a vicious storm in that grey, “you’re fuckin’ hopeless, Pollux.”

“Good.”

we’re gonna ignore how pollux definitely would’ve decked mason if he had gotten much closer.

this part really stuck because in all my writings i’ve done with them, both published and unpublished, it’s often pollux who presents the conflict between them verbally. It’s more in his nature to have that confrontation compared to mason. but this is a flip on that, where mason is just so fed up with this sort of crap from pollux where he says something he doesn’t mean. it does sort of put a stop to the argument though, both of them sort of putting each other in their places. mason unintentionally saying an extremely hurtful statement to pollux, and pollux asserting both that yes mason you said that and yes i am hopeless glad you finally got the picture there chief.

moving on, I didn’t really write one of these scenes before all the others. I skipped past a majority of the main argument to get to the meat of that and then built everything up around it. I did skip to after the argument where pollux is in the bathroom alone too. fun fact: the ending is the least edited and most free flowing part of it because i got on a roll + i just didn’t want to edit it. is it less polished and more rushed feeling? maybe. but i did like a lot of the prose i put into the ending. (looking back it’s definitely sort of sparked my obsession with writing about hands and the minuscule movements of hands in fic. if i don’t spend a couple sentences of a character paying attention to hands then what sort of gay writer am I?)

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the image in my mind when writing fics is often playing things out as a movie scene. it’s all constructed in my head, the environment, the placing of the characters in the space, their interactions. i pick out what seems the most relevant even if it seems rather mundane. blinds or curtains being open, the color a lamp sheds--if it’s more blue or yellow. (bluer whites always read more clinical or impersonal, where more yellow lights feel more homey and personal). or like the color of the tile. I love thinking about the color of bathroom tiles/the inherent cold touch of bathroom tiles. i also like thinking about bathrooms as much as i like thinking about vintage hotel rooms.

but in this fic I was really wanting to hit on the “this is the middle of the night when no one should really be awake unless you’re getting into trouble” but also “this is the middle of the night when people say things or get into arguments because the dark hides everything.” 

also i dunno why i’m so stuck on only having one light source in a scene i write, it’s become a habit and i dunno why.

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I didn’t really take inspo from another piece of media. i mean, it’s undoubtably got bits of tropes and such stuck into it, but such is writing. im not saying this is entirely original because it isn’t, i just can’t think of anything.

and like i said before, the book three demo with the trapper bounty really got me thinking. well that and the realistic part of what would happen if pollux got jumped by three or four trappers intent on kidnapping him.

me taking the idea of the detective possibly never having killed someone and tossing that shit out the window.

not that pollux is eager to kill people, or is fine with it. tensions just run high when you’re being attacked and slamming a person’s head into the bonnet of your car until they stop moving in a viable tactic for him. did the trapper live? i dunno, pollux certainly doesn’t.

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i guess the cornerstone going around with this fic was stated above--the strained, realistic, not getting along parts of relationships between people. the subjecting these characters to a possible thing that could happen and seeing how they deal with it in their ways and the conflicts that brings.

but there’s also this chance to grow, to figure things out and avoid a repeat of the situation. it’s as much about the nitty gritty as it is the learning process of being with someone. like when mason explicitly asks/says in his own way for pollux to not do something like that again, whether thats fighting the trappers on his own, or refusing to be helped. or pollux not outright saying no, but rather saying he’ll try. it’s a step along the way towards making it work.

i know i write a lot about the rough and angsty parts of a relationship, but it’s also partially about the growth between characters. the realism of the bickering, the fights, the missteps along the way when you’re trying to make a partnership work. it’s the caring enough to make a mess, to not turn ones back on someone for being difficult. 

i love writing gross--both angsty gross and fluffy grossly human stuff!

#me writing 1.2k of incoherent shit like Yes Me Give Me Nothing #me absolutely not giving a fuck at five am like! #owen writes #anyway im obsessed with bathrooms and hotel rooms and stinkin prose and the human condition #and i love writing about it! #okay to rebloog if you wanna #anyway mason and pollux are complicated it's okay

[commanderserwin]

BAEBEEE I KISS YOU SO SO MUCH YOU ARE MAKING THIS ERWIN SIMP CRRYY CRYYY FOR MISSING YOU SO BADDDD 😭😭😭😭

Anyways this is erwin simp reporting!!! I just had a very good sleep because I dreamed of Erwin my love the light of my life. In my dream he was sick. So hange forced him to take a dayoff and they forced levi to be incharge. Im just a nobody noone dunno if im a scout cadet. It just feels like im just someone who works there. Anyways, in my dream i snucked in the commanders room. I feel so sad looking at him so haggard and tired. Even sleeping hes frowning and sweating. So i tried to sooth him by caressing his hair. Noticing its doing wonders to ease him i thought "might aswell sleep with him" like "dont ya worry self you just need not to fell asleep and if ya did i can just wake up early and snuck outta here again wink wink" so there i layed beside him. His head on my shoulders. I took his hand, hold it to my chest yupp and i had a good rest too then, still dreaming, i woke up to him awake still head on my shoulders but looking at me still holding hands. I said "well hi guess i got busted eyy lemme lemme quietly get out alright commander" 😂😂😂😂😂 he just smiled said no its alright and hold my hand tighter then I FUKIN WOKEN UP DAMNITTTTTT IT FELT LIKE WE GONNA KISS DAMN IT!!!! DAMN!!!! ANYWAYS ITS STILL A GOOD DREAM I LOVE IT AND WILL DOREVER CHEERISH IT IN MY HEART AND WILL PROLLY TELL THIS STORY TO MY GRAND CHILDREN AHHAHAHAHAHA I KISS YOU BAEBEEE I MISS YOUUUUU 😭😭😭😭

Also you might remember i said i have a surprise for you yes i do really have its just taking so long ive been redrawing shit because it doesnt look right and its nothing special just a lil sketch 😂😂😂 but soon baebee im gonna go off anon and we gonna simp together i miss you again please come back 😭😭😭

-erwin simp

OH MY BABY BABY!!!!!!!

i’m so sorry for being gone for a long time, i don’t know when i’ll be able to write again,,,, who knows but i missed u too! i missed reading your wild asks and the wonderful vibes u put on this blog 😽 i hope you are doing fine my darling erwin simp!

AND AS FOR YOUR DREAM,,,, HELLO HELLO MAY I REQUEST AND ERWIN FIC FROM YOU??????? READING THAT MADE ME MISS ERWIN SO MUCH :////////// SOMETHING ABOUT THAT OOPS I GOT CAUGHT 👁👄👁 OH BUT HE HELD MY HAND 😧 I GUESS I’LL STAY 😎🥴 U JUST MADE ME MISS HIM AND NOW i hate going on his damn page and seeing the word deceased lmao 🥲 like,,, let’s bring him back lads i don’t know how but ya know let’s do it but sigh

but anyway, i miss u. i miss u. i miss u! i promise i will be back soon, and who knows might probably post that erwin draft that’s been collecting dust since forever just to get back to things. i miss u my artist erwin simp and whatever art surprise that is,,, I WILL EAT IT ALL UP! I AM EXCITED FOR WHAT U HAVE BEEN DRAWING 😽😽😽 AND ALSO EXCITED TO SCREAM ABOUT IT!!!

#I HATE U SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 EYY COMMANDER #BUT OH MY GOD IM IMAGINE IT AND HONESTLY SAME I WOULD SAY THE SAME THING AND JUST EXIT AS GRACEFULLY AS I CAN #another day of me thinking about a 2d character like PHEW #I MISS HIM PLEASE I WANNA SEE HIM IN THE COOL BLACK UNIFORM #i just know that he will look fuckin good i just know it #time to gobble up some erwin smith fanart then yk just to feel something #my erwin simp #notes #in the grand scheme of things i cannot fucking believe what is happening in the manga #like OH MY GOD? WE ARE SERIOUS IN THIS HOUSE #on fucking god #anyway i will now go bc if not i will not Stop #last tag: so like i do doordash then i asked this cute guy 🥺 where the hell this building is and held out my phone 🧍🏻‍♀️ for him to see #tell me why our fingers touched for a FEW SECONDS LONGER than usual for a person to hold a phone... DOES THAT MAKE SENSE #like he just covered my hand with his like OKAY HAND KINK IS AWAKE ONCE AGAIN #GOD #anyway he cute and he helped me 🤪 #and thats the story of how i got a crush on somebody #my touched starved ass is screaming #I WILL SHUT UP NOW!

[venenorita]

HE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Mercy      Age: 27      Contact: IM, discord

Character(s) I rp: Bambi, Candice, Giselle, Loly, Tier, Emilou, Nanao, Hiyori, Kuukaku, Yoruichi, Ariugrette Tsetsara (OC), Tatsuki Arisawa, Kobu Merani (OC), Ajora Faengerhol (OC), Medusa Gorgon, Subida Roja (OC), Noriko Tsunayashiro (OC), (I’m gonna stop here for my own sanity @n@) Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Bambi, Loly, Tier, and probably Noriko.  Current Fandom(s): Bleach presently.  Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  Errr, none really? Not that come to mind at least. My language(s): English Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for:None Really dedicated to any particular genre or theme. Not that I’d be unwilling to make some. AUs are my jam. 

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / Depends / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting:  IM  An IM will usually do the trick since I usually don’t go about giving my Discord in most cases. But yea, literally just send me an IM, preferably with an idea in mind. Alternatively if you’re particularly bold you can send an ask or a meme. 

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner:  .  I dunno how to really word this one in particular. I  usually don’t like overplotting, so be open to some flexibility. Frameworking is fine but I don’t wanna script stuff from the getgo. Also please work WITH me? If I’m the one throwing out ideas and all I’m getting is a simple ‘eh’ or ‘no’, or just in general if you’re not helping contribute. Like....I get being anxious but I need something to work with? Suggestions. Recommended alterations to my ideas? There’s nothing more absurd to deal with than someone who agrees to plot with you only to contribute nothing and just shoot stuff down. 

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?:  I’ll try my best to work with it. Some people aren’t great with cranking out ideas, I get that. Heck sometimes I myself don’t feel like coming up with a lot of stuff. But at some point I’m gonna ask them to put in a little effort if we’re not getting anywhere. 

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?: I at the VERY least give input. Ask questions, things like that. I’ll generally come up with a few off the top ideas to try and get things rolling. 

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?:  I wouldn’t mind a poke, but I know stuff can be complicated. Wether you’re busy, losing muse, or you just don’t know how to progress a scene? I’ve certainly had plenty of threads, enjoyable or otherwise, where I say to myself ‘.....I think this is fine here’. Or ‘I don’t know where I’m supposed to go from here’. So I don’t mind if you kinda let it slip into the night. Though a heads up is always appreciated.  - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?:  Kinda outlined up above. But MOST of all, don’t be AFRAID to let me know. I’ll understand 

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?:  . Business, fatigue, lack of enthusiasm, not knowing how to progress. Or characters that clearly do not want to interact with my muse icly. I know some people really like playing these sorts of individuals, but like yea...uphill battles of that kind can really take it out of me.  - Will you tell your partner?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you?   YES / NO. - And why?:  As much as I don’t really require it, because well, I know people have a lot of followers and such, I do feel like a rapport while not required is definitely very constructive to interaction. And honestly, communication tends to help smooth out drama a bit. Which honestly is one of the only big negatives to this kinda community.  - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?: Absolutely! I very much encourage people, off anon (though I understand if they prefer the metaphorical mask), to inform me of something they may not like about me or my muses. Even if it may hurt my feelings, I enjoy being able to address and explain things. Cuz it sure beats the hell out of people making assumptions.  - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way?  YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?:   Enjoyment. This is a hobby, and I think some people take this a bit too seriously. I’m here to have fun, explore my muses, and that of those I interact with. Get messy, make mistakes, and for pete’s sake chill. 

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios:  Nothing comes to mind speeeecifically... Honestly for most of my muses, just having someone who WANTS to interact with them is golden. Though I admit to being a bit of a ship goblin from time to time. 

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore:  Nothing outright disgusting or gratuitous. Torture, psychological trauma, ect is fine. That’s how things roll, and I don’t mind them being part of a scene. What I don’t get into is something that’s there for the sake of it. Am I ok with my character being tortured for information? Absolutely. Will I indulge in a thread that’s just some kind of weird torture porn? No. Don’t let it get out of hand. I won’t judge you because cmon, it’s rp. But I reserve the right to decline being a part of it. 

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: Anything tbh. The only real awkward starters are like.....really specific shoehorning. Or like, an immediate conflict at my character’s detriment. I get having an unusual introduction. I’ve had people who start with shit like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE?” Like cmon. Number one, even I don’t know why my character would break into your house, so they probably Didn’t. Please do not assume the worst and START things off on a bad foot. 

What type of characters catch your interest the most?:  Multifaceted. Not that I judge anyone for being more ...affixed on a particular aspect of their character. Some people are very keen on getting a certain type of rp. Some people just outright play a character who isn’t really shown to be anything other than one thing. But I enjoy exploration of a personality. And a personality, no mater how dull, stupid, or simple someone is, is NEVER monofaceted. I enjoy a muse that has something to dig for or explore emotionally. 

What type of characters catch your interest the least?:  Asocials. I’ve had some decent rp with them SOMEtimes? But like....there’s nothing more aggravating than trying to interact with a character who wants to be left alone and be isolated. Especially ones that are AGGRESSIVELY against it. Especially since I have to WORK to MAKE my character even want to interact with them. 

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?:  MY.......errr....en...thusiasm? I don’t actually know tbh. My malleability with my muses perhaps? Errr I like thinking about stuff. IF you ask me a question, I will do my best to answer it and explore the realm within that question. I dunno what you would exactly call that though... I am ...headcannony?

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: I am flaky. Sometimes it’s cuz of real life getting hard. Sometimes it’s because I need a break from tumblr. Sometimes I just poof and forget about tumblr for like a while. But yea. I have a tendency to vanish, it’s something I’m working on but it’s something that happens. 

Do you rp smut?:  YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?:  YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?:  It can go either way? Sometimes things develop that way because of specific characters. But I’m not gonna lie, sometimes its just for the heck of it. Sinday and all that.  - Anything you would not want to rp there?:  Interactions with Real life people as a muse. I respect people doing it. If people wanna rp as Miley Cyrus or whatever, more power to them. But leave me out of it, it just makes me uncomfortable. This also applies to a lesser degree with real life face claims? But I’ve learned to kinda make my peace with that one tbh. 

Are ships important to you?:   YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?:   YES / NO / Sometimes? Do you use read more?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?:  The Nuts and bolts. Sure the honeymoon phase is alright. And bunny-rabbiting has it’s fun times. But what I love most about a ship is finding out how they work as a dynamic. What do they argue about? How do they absolve issues? How do their world views mesh?  - What is your smut tag?: nsfw

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO / Depends - And what kind of ones?: I like a good premise. Just a nice kickoff point, ya know? Soemthing to get past that first awkward phase if anything/ 

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:  She’s a bitch. But a bitch for a reason? She’s an absolute piece of shit, but a complicated one. She will never EXPRESS appreciation or affection outside of just sexual indulgence. She won’t ever SHOW fluffy affection, or gratefulness to most people. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t FEEL it. With Loly you will get to see a gal struggle with her own inability to trust or love people, while also trusting and loving people. Also ngl she kinda hot? I guess some people consider that a plus?

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?:   I mentioned it before, but muses who aren’t interested in interacting.  - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?:  Anyone willing to interact with her! Wether that’s to help her, harm her, or just witness the mental gymnastics this little centipede will go through to keep her mental restrictions intact. 

- What interests your Muse(s) in general:  Power, Indulgence, Being a rotten Bitch, maintaining the survival of Las Noches,  Hot people, Strong People, anything that can benefit her in some way.  - What do they desire, is their goal?:  She wants to be able to escape her fear of her own kind.  - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?:  Wether or not they are a threat to her survival, if they have something to offer her.  - What do they value in a person?:    Lack of Aggression, Visual Appeal, Power.  - What themes do they like talking about?:  Herself or someone else she is interested in. Her Race. The state of the world.  - Which themes bore them?:  Criticism of her, Anything about Aizen. 

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?:  Aizen’s Betrayal, Grimmjow’s assault on her, Yammy’s attempt to kill her. The Quincy Invasion.  - What could possibly trigger them?:  Grimmjow, Yammy, the subject of Aizen.  - What could set them off, enrage them?:  People trying to kill/maim her arbitrarily.  - What could lead to an instant kill?:  Aggressively trying to kill her, making it clear you have no intention to let her live peacefully again. 

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?:  Aizen. Orihime. Hueco Mundo. Being a Hollow/Arrancar.  - Is there someone /-thing they love?:   Menoly, People that try to help her.  

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO / Kinda - Best ways to approach them?:  It’s a little complicated. But if you’re persistent enough and you genuinely want a positive interaction with her, she will bitch about it but she will eventually soften up. Especially if she feels no reason to fear you. She absolutely won’t trust you at first and it’ll be an uphill battle, but its doable. 

For Antagonists ehh.....just give her breathing room? Feel free to torment her but like....if you get real incessant about it, or outright try to kill her she will actively avoid you like the plague. And if you corner her she WILL try to kill you, and her venom means that no matter how strong you are, she MIGHT pull it off if you are careless.  - Where are they usually to find?:  Verse dependent, but tbh she could be found just about anywhere. She’s usually in  Las Noches, ut she sneaks off to all kinds of places for some peace and quiet, or just to try and enjoy her generally unpleasant existence. 

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?:  Patience WILL pay off eventually? And she’s not a bitch 24/7. Sometimes she’s too tired/bored to be her usual bitchy self. 

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by:  Stolen from @pacifv Tagging:  WOOF, this is a REALLY long one lol. So uhhh anyone who WANTS to do it? 

#[Poisoned Anatomy] #[OutofExcuses] #[Dash Meme]

[sibyl-of-space]

no one asked but im fuckin emo about relationships and communities online in 2020 so im going to go on a rambling essay like only someone with unmedicated ADHD can

When I turned 13 I was allowed to have My Own Computer With Internet in my room. The first thing I did was find and join an online forum about video games (this was early 2000′s, forums were a thing). I made over 100 posts my first DAY because I was so excited to talk to other people who liked video games and stuff and could talk about how actually I learned in biology that one of the ocarina of time bosses being a giant single-celled amoeba is unscientific.

Like, before I was allowed to be On The Internet TM, I talked to friends at school about video games by forcing my 3 friends to play the games I wanted to talk about, and then we would talk about them. And even once I joined these online spaces, it was totally different because everyone got to kind of just pick their own name and their own image to represent them so it was like a totally different, separate life.

Growing up, having these online communities where I had a sort of anonymity but still could interact with and meet people and form really close relationships, in addition to niche IRL friendships, was really important. I didn’t really have a lot of drama in IRL friend groups but boy there was forum drama and I feel like I got a lot of exposure to social interactions and stuff that way. I feel like I got the Authentic Teen Experience TM more online than in person.

(My first relationship was an online relationship with someone I met on this forum. Not to entirely derail, but it started out as a ‘joke’ and we pretended to be dating, and I have like insanely long AIM chat logs of the whole event to prove it.)

Anyway, I think I would be having an easier time with this if the forum had just gone under 10 years ago like all the rest of them did, but it has kind of been on life support this whole time and is still alive, and I’m having a LOT of feelings about it.

I really don’t want to talk about details here, I kind of don’t even care about them anymore, it’s just sad that this forum more exists as an animated corpse of what once was that a lot of us old farts still log onto every now and then, but there’s no real effort or desire to re-invest into trying to keep it alive or fresh and live on as a space new people might want to come to. I’m a mod of one of the sub-forums because I was modded 10 years ago and there’s no one to replace me. And now we are at a place where a known racist asshole is possibly going to be banned and somehow that is a line some people are mad we might cross.

At this point, I am tempted to just log off and never log back on again. I would be legitimately interested if there was a desire to re-invest in this community and make it welcoming to people who might stumble across it seeking refuge from all the huge corporate viral social media sites; somewhere they could call home if they managed to come across it and want to make an account. I’d be willing to put in the work to help draft new community guidelines, assist with elections or appointments for new mods, whatever it might take to make it feel like the place belongs to anyone who wants to be there.

But as it stands now, the only mods are people who were modded 10 years ago, the newest new member joined 2 years ago, and almost no one wants to start any topics that touch anything serious because some dickwad is gonna come in and talk about how actually SJWs are ruining america or some shit.

I don’t like feeling like a part of this site that sort of just exists as a nod to some heyday from like 15+ years ago. I’m ready to let it go, but I would rather either pull the plug on it or try to make significant changes so it has a chance to be a refuge to someone else. As it is now, it just seems kind of sad.

I’m DOUBLE emo about it because I am really really frustrated by the fact that in 2020 it seems like there is NO way to engage with people that isn’t being filtered by corporate-owned social media platforms, and they are less interested in helping people form healthy relationships and more interested in what can go viral and make them more money.

I can’t imagine being a teen right now trying to form friendships in this landscape. I had hoped to make an effort to go back to this small forum this past year to kind of get that small niche interaction but.. well, you know, now This. I’m just frustrated all around.

I still have a few outlets. I live with my roommate of like 10 years, I have a girlfriend (who lives in texas RIP), I have made a lot of friends in the Tales of Symphonia speedrun community and a few from cosplay, I have a couple IRL friend circles. But... I don’t know; I am missing this kind of purely online, niche community. And maybe that’s fine and they just don’t exist anymore, but that was such a huge part of my social sphere growing up that I don’t really know how to make up for that now?

I miss doodling some amateurish fanart, posting it on DeviantArt as a host and then putting it on this forum where like 2-3 friends who were also amateurish artists would comment on how nice the shading was and post their own art in their own art threads. Now it feels like, okay I can put it on twitter or wherever but I’m competing with professionals who do this for a living.

I need to find new communities that are healthy for me, and I am trying to grapple with the fact that it definitely will look different from how it did in 2006, but that’s okay if I can still meet people and grow from it.

[EDIT: I did try the fandom discord server thing but wew... man any server with overlike 50 people in it just turns into the equivalent of a subreddit real fast. I dunno. If your sole engagement with these people is about how much you both like X thing, it stops being meaningful pretty fast I think? Maybe I’m just being old and grouchy. But I’ve left or muted virtually every fandom specific discord I’m in. The only ones I’m active on are the Tales Speedrun discord and uhhhh... hm that’s about it.]

#lolol this is my first post in like 9000 years and its just me being angsty hi everybody

[wrex-writes]

Can’t write it cuz I haven’t written it yet, rinse repeat

@aurora-nerin wrote:

All of this is legit as fuck, but what’s weird, when i did ask myself: ‘’why are u terrified to write that next chapter that you been putting off for 3 months?’’ the answer is: I dont know! i dont have a fuckin clue. In my mind, it’s like, the chapter should already be mapped out when i sit to write, or i should have some idea of it and i dont. why not? Not having is ideas is probably what’s scaring me the most. The thought that ‘’see? you started something and run out of ideas, cause you cant write  a worthwhile story till the end!’’ that’s what’s my fear and, it’s like, a circle of misery: cant write cause dont know how to write. dont know how to write cause i too scared of not finishing the thing. cant finish the thing cause i cant write.

send help im gettin teary eyed around here, for real

Hello friend, I thought I’d give my reply to your note its own post.

Yeah, it’s a horrible Catch-22. (Is it? I’m never sure if I’m using that expression right. But you get the idea.) You don’t want to start until you know exactly what you’re going to write, but you can’t know exactly what you’re going to write until you’ve written it.

So first of all, this problem is very common and totally understandable, because from where you’re standing, if you don’t have ideas yet, it feels like you’ll never have them again. Some magical people can live in that space of uncertainty and think “it’s okay, ideas will come to me as they always do sooner or later.” But many of us don’t have enough faith in our abilities to tolerate that feeling.

A few things to keep in mind:

First ideas often aren’t great. You have to keep reminding yourself that they aren’t the only ideas you’ll ever have, and that sometimes you must drill down past the initial round of uninteresting ideas to get to better ones.

No ideas are written in stone. Just because you have an idea doesn’t mean you have to use it, and any idea you have doesn’t represent your abilities or potential. Words and ideas are sand paintings - you can wipe them away whenever you want.

Sometimes you will not know what the story is about until you finish a draft. This is a pain in the ass because then you have to rewrite it, but it gets easier if you remind yourself that the first draft was necessary to get to the ideas that will stick.

Yes, as you’ve seen, your mind will occasionally go blank. This does not mean you will never have another idea again. If you bluescreen, start doodling. Pursue a few ideas that don’t seem all that promising initially but that might lead you to ideas you actually like. Whatever you do, do something to lubricate the gears. It doesn’t matter if that writing isn’t dynamite, it’s just to get you moving again.

Have a little faith in yourself. Humans are terrible at predicting the future because we assume a current state of affairs will last forever. This is a known cognitive bias. Try to notice when it’s pouring lies into your ear.

(By the way: if part of what’s stressing you out is that you feel like your readers are getting impatient, you can always drop some kind of update: “look, I’m going through some shit so you’re gonna have to wait a little longer, hope you understand,” that sort of thing. And resist the temptation to be apologetic about it. Anyway, I dunno - that would make me feel better, I’m not sure about you. Just an idea.)

To conclude: man, I know the feeling. But writing will happen again, I promise.

#process:compassion #process:drafting #process:writer's block

[deniigi]

Hello! Just about to sit down and read your newest fic, so excited about it! I had a question for you (you very well may have answered this already, so sorry in advance!), but do you have advice for writing? Advice in terms of getting start, plotting out stories, helping get the creative juices flowing? I have all these ideas but seem to lack the drive to get things written out. I know the best advice is to just write, but I'm having a horrible time starting. What do you do in those moments?

Hello my dear!

Sorry for taking so long to get back to you. The lord has blessed me with a head cold and ruined all my plans of productivity for the day, so I can finally answer this ask! I’ll talk a little bit about both how to get started with a story and then some little things that help me motivate myself.

I have started a tag for writing advice here: http://deniigi.tumblr.com/tagged/writing-advice

This is going to be a long post, sorry mobile users.

I am going to preface all of this with the understanding that I am technically a professional writer in terms of like, a handful of ways, but I have absolutely zero training in creative writing, so take everything I say with a grain of salt!

So, I personally find that, on the whole, that psychological hurdle of getting started comes a lot from the anticipation of the kind of response a story will get (how many hits, how many comments, how many kudos) in addition to a bit of anxiety or fear over  theloss of sustained interest in that story (by yourself and/or by your audience). I find that this can be alleviated by really, truly internalizing the understanding that you are allowed to write your work however you damn please, for whoever you damn please.

There will be work you write for others, and there will be work you write for yourself. Not all work needs to be published; sometimes, it is really nice to just write shit for yourself; it is a plus for humanity if you decide to share it with others, but you do not have to do that.

Furthermore, I would like to present you with this:

This is what my current folder for under fire looks like. And you might notice that there are almost always multiple drafts per chapter. Yes, I did in fact rewrite chapter four 5 fucking times, you bet your ass I did. And I’m not ashamed of it. I think the story is better for it. And that’s the important thing here: you do not need to produce a perfect draft the first time around. You will not produce that perfect draft. Accept this. Embrace this. Embrace it and your cat at the same time to really ingrain it as a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Liberate yourself from the pressure of needing to produce the perfect, most right draft and you may find starting the piece overall to be a much easier, more pleasant experience.

And along with this beautiful, uplifting spiritual advice, I also bring a practical thought: when it comes to getting started, a lot of times, people feel like they need to set the stage, yadda yadda yadda. Ha. No. Fuck that.

That’s a surefire way to bore the shit out of yourself. Start right in the middle of a scene that captivates you if that’s what you want to write. It’s a free platform. No one’s gonna arrest you if you stick Spiderman upside down in trash first thing. They might even applaud you actually, because you didn’t make them slog through some of that ‘It was the evening of the 25th and it was cold out in the streets” bullshit we all learned from Dickens.

Alright. Now let’s talk about actually getting started making words appear on paper.

So, from my knowledge there are generally two ways that folks write creatively. You have what I’m going to call the planners and then you what I’m going to call the monsters (I call them this entirely affectionately, I’m sure there’s a better word for these folks, but I don’t have it atm, all I have is a headcold). Planners are folks who sit down and work out their major plot points, who write outlines, and who create the scaffolding of their work before they set out on their magical journey. I think of these folks as architects.

And then you have the monsters and these are those fuckers who just sit down and write stream of consciously like the heathens all our high school teachers tried to teach us not to be.

I am both a planner and a monster. And a lot of that depends on the length of work I’m going for. I have never in my life planned a one-shot, for example. I just attack that as it is. I follow my heart, if you will. But when it comes to longer chaptered fics, I really do think that some outlining is super helpful.

You might find it useful for one-shots, though, I dunno. Maybe give it a try and see what happens?

The two main fics I’ve done proper outlines for are Inimitable and under fire and I actually find outlining to be immensely helpful in psyching me up to write the story (I go through and re-read my outlines when I start to lose interest or diverge too much from the plot outlined there in the actual writing. 9 times out of 10, re-reading gets me stupid excited to write all over again) and it also helps me keep momentum going throughout the plot.

Here’s a pic of some pages of under fire’s outline.

Physically writing the work is really important for me because it forces me to only put down key points/feelings/ideas I want to include, whereas typing gives me far too much room to get lost/distracted by extraneous detail. And since my handwriting is a teacher’s worst nightmare and I cross out shit and write huge with emotion, I’ll give you a little bit of what the middle page here says:

Miles-

there’s something thrumming

vibrating in his ears wherever he goes

-closes his eyes and somehow enters blackness- emptyness (Stranger Things style)

beat

beat

beat

“help.”

–BACK - everything is gone

closing his eyes doesn’t bring the space back

–it makes him panic. He doesn’t know why. His heart is pounding. He’s sweating He has a horrible feeling of doom.

beat

beat

beat

its gone.

he goes home anxiously. Pretends everything is normal.

his neck crawls

So basically it’s less of a formal outline and more of a collection of stream of consciousness feelings and screenplay directions which I’ll flesh out in the actual story.

Personally, I love writing these kinds of things because they get me pumped for the story I’m about to tell. I get to write out the key scenes and work through all the hard parts first, and then, while I’m writing, I work through the little fun details and banter and I have to write to figure out how we get from one scene to the next and I love the challenge of having to fit those pieces together. I very rarely stick strictly to my outline, (as anyone who is currently reading under fire can tell you right now), but I do try to stick to the main plot points in it and my writing is certainly better for it.

So yes. Outlining is very good, but it is even better when you do it to some kind of music. I listened to What’s Up Danger from the Into the Spiderverse soundtrack on repeat while I wrote this outline to kind of transfer some of the relentless pace conveyed in that song to the piece’s plot.

I highly recommend using music to set the mood of your piece while/before you write a piece of any length. It helps get you in the right headspace (excited or somber or angry) to write. You need emotion to write creatively. You can’t just make that happen sometimes; you need a little help.

A couple other things which might help:

1. Leave your house or the space you’re normally in. Go to a cafe and find a nice corner and have a think and a try in there. Sometimes moving to a different space helps you escape cyclical thinking patterns.

2. Write what you want to read. Don’t bother writing for other peoples’ interests; that’ll just bore the shit out of you all over again.

3. Find an atmospheric mood sound to listen to on Youtube or smth (I personally like Rain on a Car Windshield for slightly somber fics, but you might be into ocean storms or dripping caves or whatever).

4. Heat your feet. I don’t know why but I am entirely unproductive when my feet are cold. Maybe this one is me-specific, but whatevs. Heat the feets!

5. If you’re still having trouble just sitting down and pounding the story out, that’s okay! Maybe it’s not ready to be written yet. Maybe you’re not in the right headspace yet. Sometimes that’s just how it is. One story makes its way out in like, a hour, and the next one takes like, months to finally be written. We all work at different paces. We all write for different reasons.

It might help to figure out why you want to write a story before you write it. Like, if its for attention, it’s gonna be hard as hell. But if there’s an idea that you feel like is important or if there’s a mood you’re trying to work yourself into or out of, then that might be a little easier. For example, I wrote a piece called make it work which is about Fogs finding his motivation to be a lawyer and fight for justice when Kavanaugh was confirmed and I felt super helpless in the face of our present justice system. That story kind of wrote itself and it needed to be written, I feel, not just for me, but for others who were feeling just as helpless.

Writing is catharsis in that way. Maybe you just need to find out what you need to wring out of your soul.

Sorry that got very metaphysical. But I do want to stress that getting started and ending a story are the hardest parts of writing them, so you are definitely not alone if you feel like you’re ramming your head into a wall here.

I hope something here helps you, my dear!

#fic #writing advice #fanfiction #managingmischiefsince1988

[doctorsorders-deathboy]

Of All the Nights

lmfao i guess i’m back from the dead bitches. (this wip has existed for so long. i could not tell you why i decided to finally finish it tonight but AAA im so excited to be posting a fic again omg) amusingly, my last fic also involved late night baking. i hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 1941

Read on ao3

It was 3:07am on the third of January and Nico di Angelo was dressed in nothing but a too-small fuchsia bathrobe, soaking wet, and about ready to commit bloody murder.

It was very possible, he thought, that the bathrobe contributed to his fury.

This was the kind of disaster that he’d recount to Jason later, with countless creative swears thrown in, though as he stood shivering and fuming outside a stranger’s apartment, it occurred to him that this might be one of those stories that would get more laughs from Jason than shared anger. Asshole.

Speaking of assholes, the door finally opened, revealing a very flustered looking blond man around Nico’s age. For a moment, Nico almost backed off on his prepared rant upon seeing how miserable the blond looked, but when another draft of winter air hit Nico’s still dripping legs, his scowl only deepened.

“What the hell were you doing baking at fucking three in the morning?”

The blond blinked once, twice, three times. He opened his mouth, closed it, and Nico was about ready to break his damn nose when he finally said, “Sorry… Do I know you?”

Nico had never had height to his advantage but hell if he didn’t know how to make himself intimidating. The blond shrunk back as Nico reared himself up to hiss, “Luckily, I was able to make it through 21 years of my life without meeting you before you had to go and nearly set the damn building on fire because of your insomniac cooking. Do you have any idea what kind of night you’ve caused for me? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you should save your incompetence for the waking hours when most people will be out at work anyways? Honestly, what kind of bullshit did you pull to make the fucking fire alarms go off? Did you pull this shit on purpose? Is this some kind of a joke to you?”

The man took much too long to answer again and Nico was collecting every bit of self control he had to keep himself from wringing this jackass’s neck when the response finally came. “Why are you wet?”

Nico must have reared up spectacularly that time because the man quickly amended, “I mean―! I’m sorry, that’s not the point here, um…” He peeked out of his apartment and looked around the deserted hallway. “If you want to yell at me, can you do it in here? I don’t want to wake anyone else up.”

“Like hell, you care,” Nico grumbled but willingly stepped into the man’s apartment. In hindsight, this really wasn’t Nico’s wisest move considering this guy was a stranger and Nico was nearly naked, but the blond seemed about as threatening as a frightened mouse. A tall, blue-eyed, frightened mouse who somehow had a tan in the dead of winter.

“Sorry, who are you again?” the blond asked, closing the door behind a fuming Nico.

“Your pissed off neighbor from two floors up,” Nico snapped. Unfortunately, the blond visibly cringed, looking like a kicked puppy, so Nico muttered, “Nico. Di Angelo,” as a reconcilement.

“Will Solace,” the blond introduced himself in return. He held his hand out to shake but quickly drew it back when it was clear that Nico’s arms were not moving from where they were crossed against his chest.

They stood in uncomfortable silence until Nico repeated, “How the hell did you set off the fucking alarm?” in as dangerous a voice as he could manage.

“I, well…”

Nico shot another fierce glare and Will didn’t waste anymore time in getting to the point.

“I was making pizzelles for my sister’s birthday and the iron must’ve broken because it was making a lot of smoke. It set off the fire alarm which went off throughout the whole building and… yeah. It was a mess. I’m really sorry. I feel awful.”

Nico didn’t doubt Will’s sincerity. The poor man was hunched in on himself with bags under his hands and his hands firmly stuck in his pockets. That didn’t make his story any less ridiculous, though.

“I’m sorry,” Nico said without a hint of remorse, “I think I missed something. Why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning?”

Will frowned at him. “You curse a lot,” he muttered.

“Why the fuck were you―”

“I was working until 1am!” Will exclaimed, which was the first indignant comment he’d made. “And I have classes at ten in the morning, but I promised to meet my friend for coffee at eight so I figured I’d just power through and bake when I got home but―” His voice broke off.

Nico’s cheeks tinted with embarrassment upon seeing Will’s face crumple a bit. God, please don’t cry. Nico hadn’t ever been very good at comforting crying people.

“Sorry,” Will said, his voice hoarse. “I should probably… I’m just going to clean up and go to bed. No more smoke. I promise.” He attempted a laugh to lighten the mood but it came out strangled and pitiful.

Nico was about ready to leave Will to mope when he spotted a picture hanging on the wall across the room. Will stood in the center, looking much happier than he did standing in front of Nico. The Will in the picture had a smile that made you want to smile back and had each arm thrown around a friend, pulling them close. He looked jubilant; the kind of person who you felt certain you could approach without fear. It was a painful contrast to the melancholy man Nico had met.

It felt very wrong to Nico that someone so happy could look so broken.

“What about your sister’s pizzelles?” Nico asked quietly.

Will shrugged. “I’ll have to buy her something on my way over tomorrow. Hopefully she won’t mind. I just feel bad, I promised I’d bake for her. Those pizzelles are her favorite.”

Nico considered this for a moment before internally rolling his eyes at himself. “Then we’d better make some pizzelles, shouldn’t we?”

~*~

“You still never explained to me why you showed up at my apartment soaked and nearly naked,” Will said conversationally, as he stood washing the dishes while Nico carefully arranged pizzelles in a tin.

Nico cleared his throat. “That’s a conversation starter I haven’t heard before.”

“Seriously,” Will said, grinning. “Were you swimming?”

“Why would I be swimming in the dead of night?”

Will shrugged. “I dunno, that’s why I was asking.”

“I wasn’t swimming.” Nico put the lid on the tin and turned around, pulling his fuchsia bathrobe tighter around himself.

Will turned towards him, too, eyebrows still raised.

Nico exhaled very slowly before admitting, “I was taking a shower.”

Will blinked. “At… three in the morning?” When Nico’s expression darkened, he added quickly, “Not that I’m judging! Obviously. I’ve taken many middle-of-the-night showers. I just… So, are you a med student, too, or what?”

Nico scuffed his shoe across the floor and grumbled, “No.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

“So…”

“I had a dream,” Nico blurted, probably due to a combination of his lack of sleep and the way Will’s eyes had this kind, dreamy quality to them that made you feel like you could tell him anything.

Will’s eyebrows furrowed. “You showered because you had a dream?” His eyebrows shot upward. “Oh.”

“Not like that!” Nico said quickly, heat rushing to his face. “No, oh my god, no, that’s not…” And then he was laughing harder than he had in a long time and Will was laughing with him and he hardly felt embarrassed anymore. “No, it was a nightmare, not…” Nico tried to catch his breath. “Not that.”

Will tsked. “That’s a shame.”

“Yes, very disappointing.”

“So the shower was, what, to calm you down?”

Nico shifted, his mind flashing back to the dark, blurred images of a few hours ago. Bianca’s smile melting off her face, his mother screaming for him, a packed, dark room where people were crying and disappearing one by one, and he was next, he was next―

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “Basically.”

When he’d woken up, he’d had to spend what felt like eternity reminding himself how to breathe again. He’d been having more nightmares recently, ones so bad that he almost considered Jason’s advice to start seeing a therapist. I mean, shit, he knew college wasn’t doing much for him in the mental health department but things hadn’t been this bad since he was thirteen.

He tried different things each night to get himself back to sleep―whatever it took. One night he didn’t manage to properly get back to sleep afterwards; he just lay in his bed with the lights on and music playing, counting the beats of his heart as he dozed on and off. That night, after waking up, he couldn’t stand his own skin, couldn’t stand being trapped in his body any longer, couldn’t stand the way he could still feel cold, dead hands from the dream clutching him―

So he’d gotten in the fucking shower and made the water as hot as he could stand and then the goddamn fire alarm went off. Jesus Christ, of all the fucking nights.

“Must have been a pretty bad dream,” Will murmured.

Nico shrugged. “Yeah, I mean… Yeah. I was… Sorry for being so harsh on you earlier. I was still kind of shaken up, I guess. I probably wouldn’t have marched to your apartment for a stupid mistake on a normal night.”

Will grinned. “Probably?”

“Maybe.”

Will laughed. “Oh, here!” He handed a small tin to Nico. “You helped make em, you should get some for yourself.”

Nico opened it to see that it was crammed full of pizzelles. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. I love the bathrobe, by the way―I never said.”

“Oh god.” Nico groaned. “It’s not mine.”

“Your girlfriend’s?”

And then Nico was laughing again. Christ, that was twice in one night. Something must be wrong with him. “Yeah, no. It’s my sister’s.”

“Ah. Well, for the record, my next guess was that it was your boyfriend’s. I don’t mean to assume anything.”

Nico sucked his teeth. “I don’t have one of those, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Yes, very disappointing.”

Will smiled softly to himself and Nico noticed that he had a dimple on one side of his face. God. Nico really wished he smiled more.

“Well, thanks so much for the baking help. You really didn’t have to,” Will said as they walked towards the door.

Nico waved him off. “I’m the one who came to your apartment in an angry rage. I needed to make it up to you somehow.”

“Do you frequently get in angry rages?”

“Yes, but mostly just for the aesthetic. Usually I’m too tired to be properly angry.”

Will laughed.

“I’ll return the tin to you, by the way,” Nico added.

“Will you be showing up at my apartment nearly naked again?”

Nico flushed and laughed nervously. “No, I promise I will be fully clothed.”

Will hummed disappointedly. “Well, I suppose I can’t have everything,” he murmured. He smiled then, full and warm, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, and yes, Nico definitely wanted to see that smile more. “Goodnight, Nico,” he said cheerfully.

The door shut before Nico could figure out a way to respond. He stood there staring at it for a solid thirty seconds before turning and heading back to his apartment. When he got back, he decided, he’d put the pizzelles in a different container. He wanted to return the tin to Will Solace as soon as he could get away with.

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #fanfiction #fanfic #pjo #hoo #toa #fluff #request #anon #i cant believe im actually posting a fic in 2018 omg

[soph-hortn]

Okay, I’m spilling my guts. Part one: Earlier thoughts from today.

Part 1 bc Tumblr is being an ass, and keeps deleting some paragraphs. Read this part first, then part two. Here’s a link to that: https://soph-hortn.tumblr.com/post/182982723370/okay-im-spilling-my-guts-part-two-newer

Update before my post: I wrote this in school, and saved it as a draft at 13:30. I just saw the notification right now (16:31), saying a friend of mine, Gomez just posted his thoughts on the witch hunt. Here are mine, even if I've written this hours ago. I have new thoughts, and I think I’ll add them, even if Gomez said most of my thoughts on his post. I don’t care if this thing is long (and kinda all over the place) anyway anymore. So, my earlier thoughts can be found below (some newer toughts are showed in bold italics, but I’ll put most of them on another post, since as I said in the title, Tumblr keeps deleting some paragraphs):

So there's this whole drama about creating 18+ content of twdg characters, and I know about it, as well as the rest of us. I'm going to share my thoughts, because I can't get over some recent stuff. If you don't agree with me, there's a block button. Use that instead of hiding behind the "ask anonymously" button. Disclaimer: This is going to be a long ass post.

So there is this whole drama going on about twdg smut, and a lot of people don't like it. I don't, either. But I, for one don't harrass content creators about what they are doing. I don't read the stories that are marked as smut. I mean, if you see something you don't like, you continue scrolling. Well, that's how it should work, but it doesn't. And that makes me real fucking mad.

It makes me mad that some people are so hot-headed they make hateful posts about other people, or they sneak in their asks and harass them, call them out, etc. and don’t listen to people who have different opinions.

It's not how we should treat each other. We're a fandom for a reason: Having the same interest in the game. If someone writes/draws smut, ignore them, block them, unfollow them, whatever, just don't treat them like shit bc they don't exactly like what you like.What makes me mad is that a friend of mine, Psych-kitten was asked countless times to make nsfw stories, and when she didn't, the asks didn't like her for it, but now that she thought about it all and wrote a story of that kind, some people want to treat her like people treated witches 600 years ago.

What makes me especially mad however is not this whole drama. It's what happened because of it. Someone - I don't know who, and honestly, I don't want to know - shared a glimpse of Psych and Gomez talking about this whole thing in our Discord server. Those 2 sentences, out of context, can be really misunderstandable. Some people falsly accused Gomez of writing smut too, and when friends started defending the two, they got hated on as well.This is how people should work? Hate on each other because someone has a different preference? There are 7 billion people on Earth, if everyone started fighting because they had differing thoughts, a never ending war would unleash. Do you want that? I don't think I want that.

Yes I know, Psych publishing a lemon book on Wattpad not so long after leaving this site mislead a lot of people into thinking she left Tumblr so she can't be called out, but it wasn't the damn reason. From what I remember, the reason was that she was already pretty inactive on this site, and she had other things to worry about than Tumblr. The game's ending soon anyway, and the fandom will die out. It's inevitable. Her reason for leaving wasn't the book. Haters should know that.

But breaching privacy of a group chat to try and prove a point? It's pretty goddamn stupid, and it has to be against some law too, if I'm right. If you’re reading this, I hope you're ashamed of what you did, unknown peep from the group. I really damn hope you do.

I also know that this whole drama started with 18+ fanarts, but since I only know the more recent things about that, it's the only part I can talk about. I know Hjoe and Moni created nsfw art, but they respect people, and didn't share the art publicly, they shared them to people who asked to see it. Why bother calling them out, if they didn’t bash their work in your face? I just don’t understand. Hunting people down with invisible pitchforks and torches called words is.. I dunno, evil?

[jackalope-md]

CAN YOU FILL THIS OUT WITHOUT LYING?

@lemons-throw-me-life thanks for tagging me i like doing these i just suck at getting to them and then let them sit in my drafts to gather dust bc my memory is terrible (but really thank you)

What was the last thing you put in your mouth?: an entire bag of easter jellybeans, i have excellent eating habits

Where was your blog picture taken?: dunno

Worst pain you’ve experienced?: the abdominal pain that sent me to the hospital for a weekend for emergency surgery. that was hellish but they did give me morphine which was a real trip

How many times have you been married?: uh none lol

How late did you stay up last night?: oh jesus like 3am although in my defence it’s cause i had to finish binge watching black sails because it’s amazing

If you could move somewhere else, where would it be?: honestly i have no goddamn clue but nowhere hot because i cannot deal with that shit

Do any of your Tumblr friends live close to you?: only the ones that i knew outside of here first

When was the last time you cried?: last night because i finished black sails

Who took your profile picture?: the show’s camera crew i guess??

How many marriage proposals have you had?: none

If you could have any career, what would it be?: i don’t know specifically but something in the film, music, or publishing industry where i’d get to be creative or work with people who are creators

What was the last book you read?: Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes by Cory O’Brien (it’s hilarious you should all read it)

If you could talk to ANYONE right now who would it be?: idk umm any of my friends that are off at uni i guess bc i don’t get to see em that often (i miss them shhh)

Are you a good influence?: hA

Does pineapple belong on a pizza?: ...i mean im okay with it

You have the remote, what channel would you watch?: i usually just give up and stream stuff but possibly food network because i like to shout at cooking shows

Whom do you think will play along?: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Have you graduated from university yet?: nOpe

Your Favorite Football Team? umm i do not, how do you say.... sports?

I tag @scarletsue, @for-whomstve-the-bell-tolls, @glaamroses, and @ifishouldvanish if you feel like it obviously

#i actually did it! #a whole week later but still! #thank you v much for tagging me #bc these are fun #so... yeah #<3 #tag things

[cezulian]

i think you mightve addressed this, but what are your thoughts on the movie's grouping of belch and vic more or less together, and henry and patrick on the other end? i know in the book that's indeed what does happen and eventually culminates in the junkyard scene, but in the movie he seems... markedly closer to patrick-- im fairly certain patricks the only one he really addresses by name even if it is just 'pAt'. apparently he was closer to vic in the 2014 draft...?

I don’t actually know if its something I’ve addressed or not either but I do think that the grouping is interesting and I’m very curious about the relationship between Patrick and Henry in the movie as well.

Like I do ‘t know how intentional their closeness was meant to be. Maybe it wasn’t written in initially at all (by which I mean directed that way) and it was just a combination of the two actors having more opportunity to play with their characters and the resulting on-screen chemistry. I agree though that Patrick definitely seems to behave more like Henry’s right hand man (instead of his left-hand man, like in the book OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!) but that could just be because of Patrick’s mirroring of Henry’s behaviors and role as the enabler of his more disturbing behaviors. The framing in the shot where Henry is intimidating Bill in front of the school is FANTASTIC (and follows a theme present throughout the film’s visual dialogue of “danger in the background”, where a threatening force or character is placed behind the shot’s main focal point and put out of focus to illustrate the “true” driving force behind that scene’s focus and therefore support the narrative of a story about monsters who lurk behind the seemingly obvious antagonizing force. Ghgghggg I could talk about that shit all day long) and I suggest everyone watch it again and really pay attention to the camera movement, actor placement, and of course, Owen Teague’s non-verbal acting. The way it starts with a wide shot of the three bullies (technically 4 because Vic is just chillin) and then as Henry advances on Bill, phases out Vic and then Belch until Patrick is the only one we can see in that shot behind Henry because that’s quite literally how it happened in the book. The more intense Henry got, the more we started to see Vic’s investment in his plans fade away until eventually he became disenchanted with the whole thing. Then we saw signs of Belch starting to mature and outgrow his bullying ways and we got the idea that his investment was starting to fade as well. And then, when Henry was at his worst, the only one supporting him was Patrick, lurking in the background, loving that Henry had pretty much reached rock bottom, and not going anywhere any time soon. They literally took the entire arc of the bullies deciding they were kind of done with Henry’s increasingly violent bullshit except for Patrick who got off on it and was trying to get Henry to do learn to do the same, and condensed it into a single shot visually represented by removing each actor from the frame as it became more and more obvious that Henry was gonna freak out on someone until all we were left with was Patrick, out of focus, influencing Henry, and getting off on it. (Which, by the way, have you guys noticed that its whenever Henry’s back is turned that Patrick becomes more sinister and lecherous in his mannerisms than when he’s within Henry’s line of sight? I mean there’s the scene I just talked about, where he stops smiling a second or so after Henry starts walking towards Bill, stops smiling and giggling completely while for the rest of that bit and is instead staring, breathing extremely hard and fast, and at one point even looks Henry up and down, then by the time Henry decides he’s just gonna bounce, Pat is back to giggling and smiling again. Plus, there’s the bridge scene, particularly the part right before Henry starts carving into Ben, where we barely see Patrick behind Henry but of what we do see of him he’s on the verge of hyperventilating and again has a very serious face on. Its only when Henry looks behind him at Patrick that Patrick grins a little bit, but then he’s right back. I dunno. The deleted scenes might blow this shit right outta the water, but Patrick seemed like he definitely had two distinct modes when it came to reacting to Henry terrorizing those kids and strategically opted to only let Henry see the “this is so funny you’re doing a great job” mode instead of the “full-blown orgasm” mode.)

But seriously, watch that scene over and over again.

But my point in talking about that is that its almost like they did too good of a job illustrating that Patrick was there as a bad omen more or less, because Owen fucking stole every scene he was in and the directing already planned to put him in a position that was prominent in how unassuming it was to make a point about his character. I’m not saying they needed a worse actor for Patrick to even some shit out or anything, I’m just saying that I think that’s what maybe caused us to view he and Henry as close.

But its also possible, and my personal theory, that in the movie universe Patrick and Henry’s symbiotic dynamic really had time to grow into a full-on codependency where it couldn’t in the book, because in the movie universe they’ve known each other from a very young age to late high school, not just elementary, and that dynamic has sort of become something of a friendship in the process, if that makes sense? Like to me, Patrick and Henry’s relationship seemed to vibrate on this very tense, low-register wavelength where both parties recognized that the other was capable of some deeply disturbing stuff, respected the reality of that, and recognized that they were very much similar people but that strong, thrumming, almost ethereal vibration made the idea and the act of casually hanging out kind of weird because they were so comfortable with those deeply buried, darker aspects of one another on a level so profound it went unspoken about and to leave the two of them alone without the other members of the gang would be to leave them to sit in silence because they never had that gradual development of friendship that Henry probably had with Vic and Belch where you learn all these superficial things about another person until you decide you wanna hang out more and once you do that you eventually become friends. It was an attachment formed based on the most unhealthy parts of their beings that grew downwards and rooted itself to the ground instead of growing up into the open air. But with Vic and Belch, I feel like they’re probably grouped together because of how light their friendship is with Henry in terms of comfort and typical aspects of a normal friendship. Their fondness and loyalty towards Henry was able to grow up into the open air because they, unlike Patrick, probably had regular interests and a few friends besides Henry when their friendship began forming, so it developed based off of curiosity and interest before it ever turned into loyalty and support. Patrick and Henry’s friendship was based off of an intense sense of knowing and the desire for validation. Henry and Patrick: Choleric and Sanguine. Vic and Belch: Melancholic and Phlegmatic. If Patrick and Henry’s friendship could sound like something, it would sound like the cover of “Back to Black” by Beyoncé featuring André 3000 as appearing on the official soundtrack for writer/director Baz Luhrmann’s 2013 cinematic masterpiece “the Great Gatsby”. If Vic and Belch’s friendship with Henry could sound like something, it would sound like “To You I Bestow” by Mundy as appearing on the official soundtrack for writer/director Baz Luhrmann’s 1996 cinematic masterpiece “Romeo + Juliet”. I hope I’m making an ounce of sense in all this because I know exactly what I mean.

This is, obviously, more than anything my interpretation of how I read their relationships and very far off from an objective analysis on why they grouped off several characters from several others when they’re sort of supposed to be acting as a unit, but I do believe it had a lot to do with the accelerated pace of Henry’s moral decay in part due to Patrick’s already established presence as a part of the gang, which sort of leaves Henry’s mental state at the beginning of the film a bit confusing considering that Patrick plays largely the same role that he does in the book as a catalyst for Henry’s descent into years of bottled up repression and self loathing-induced madness, or at least that seems to have been the intention going into the production. If we go by the logic, though, that Henry’s pretty much already “getting there” by the time the movie starts, it would sort of make sense that Vic and Belch would be grouped together: they’re not trying to fuck around with Patrick and his nonsense and hate that he’s there, they’re afraid of Henry and not sure where he’s going with anything he’s doing, and the only thing keeping them with him at this point is loyalty and genuine friendship that Henry might not even notice or appreciate. They really probably feel backed into a corner by all of it, and honestly I’d sit down, shut up, and wait for the part where I can start having fun with the friend I thought I knew if I were in their position too.

#it 2017 #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #bowers gang #long post #I’m so fucking tired

[danisnotofire]

When did you first realize you have a knack for writing?

yo i have a knack for writing?? since when 

lololjk. in all seriousness?? it wasn’t so much a knack as it was me figuring out i enjoyed it, and then proceeding to do it until i got kinda okay at it. i used to write short stories in drafts of my email account. in third grade, i sat at a side table and wrote a story about how a skunk stole people’s souls while the rest of my class watched a movie. when i was really really little and my parents would bring me to church, i would bring a notebook and write about the momster, which was about my mom before she had her morning pepsi (she really likes pepsi). 

honestly now that i think about it,,, i’ve just always kinda been doing it. i would also read a lot as a kid (like,,, a lot). i also wrote a lot of fanfiction, which is when i think i started getting good and figured out the mechanics of everything. i remember getting into some percy jackson forums and finding a beta for something i’d written, and she taught me dialogue mechanics. it kinda grew from there?? though there was a long while where i stopped writing complete fiction altogether, bc what i had been writing was fanfiction, and as i got older i fell into that whole ‘fic is for weird people and you dont wanna be a weird person!’ and i’m JUST NOW (like,,, past few weeks) starting to realize that just bc people think it’s weird doesn’t mean it’s bad (i mean. it’s productive. i’m having fun. i’m developing a skill i care a lot about and meeting a lot of super cool people doing it??? so why not!!!!) hence why i’m being a lil more open about it on this blog

there wasn’t really a definitive point. it was just me realizing that i like to write, and then sticking with it as much as i could (i joined lit mag in high school, i did nanowrimo twice, i wrote a lot of poetry and did really well in english class and never really had too much difficulty being able to read critically, and took a creative writing class in college, etc etc). i just,,,, love figuring out different ways to put down what’s going on in my head. i recently got back into writing fiction (as of january of this year), and im kind of rediscovering how much i love it to the point where im really considering majoring in it. 

in all honesty anon?? i truly have no idea. there are days when i feel like a shit and fake writer, and there are days where i read what i’ve written and i think how could i have written that i’m only 19 and i’ve basically peaked???  so i dunno. i really dont know. i dont even know if this answers what you were asking, but i really liked this question anyway lol 

#Anonymous

[mi6013eliotappleby]

First draft

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Ext – outside of bank, deserted dry lands with lone bank in the middle, three antagonists (Bill Westcott, Theodore and Roderick O'diddley) sit atop a ledge of a mountain looking down onto it. Westcott holding a pocket watch in his hand, mathodicly winding it without looking.

Besides the bank a heavily guarded wagon is being opened and uniformed men are transferring one by one what look like strongly sealed crates, these contain large amounts of gold and bonds.

Wesctcott -

You boys ready?

Theodore -

We sure are Bill, we've been ready for weeks

Roderick -

Yeah yeah! Lets make us a mint

Westcott -

Now slow down, take a deep breath and think, cos if this goes south...

Westcott pauses and looks away from O'diddleys and instead at pocket watch in hand

Westcott -

Well, lets not get into that

Theodore -

Will you quit worrying you're in good hands, have we ever let you down

Roderick -

Yeah we's ever let you down billy?

Westcott-

Well I had to carry your ass in Ashbuck or are you forgettin that one again

Westcott glares at Roderick

Westcott -

And I told you, DONT call me billy

Roderick looks down at the ground sheepishly while Theodore Looks disappointingly at him

Westcott -

So one more time, we round up the gaurds, we need leverage after all, we say we're gonna shoot someone square between the eyes and help them too the purely gates, well, people tend to feel guilt and that means we don't have too shoot nobody.

Theodore -

Whats with you and no killin

Westcott looks over at Theodore

Theodore -

Ahh dont gimme that look, you know what I mean, you always firin that thing just never at anyone,

if you ask me its quicker, gets the job done and stops any heros

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Roderick -

Yeah its easy, Like shooting rats for supper for moma!

Westcott -

Well I tell you what, I have enough on my conscience already, maybe I dont want somebodys soul on it too, Im a thief boys not a killer boys and I aint gonna start now, we got enough ridin on this and I AM NOT, gonna screw this up and neither are you comprendey amigos. Cmon now looks like they're finishing up, remember like clock work boys

Theodore -

Like clock work

They all then pull up theyre bandannas too conseel they're identities and and begin to ride down the mountain as the heavily armoured and wagon finishes up.

The three quickly ride down and circle the wagon the o'diddleys firing into the air Westcott - Gentlemen, if in you please lay your arms down and surrender to the fact that you are being robbed that would be mighty kind Roderick in a overly excited tone, laughing manicly like he's enjoying this too much

Roderick - yeah get em up get em up

Theodore - you heard him, reach for the sky gentlemen Westcott leans into Theodore

Westcott- you good out here

Theodore - Yeah don't worry we know the drill, you do your thing, we can always count on you my friend

Roderick - ohh this is gonna be good!

Westcott looks takin aback and slightly puzzled at the comment, he then dismounts his horse and makes his way into the bank slowly gun drawn Interior - small bank, clerks cowering behind counter bars between them and the bank floor, westcott holds shotgun up close and aimed eyeing down the sights ready for anything

Westcott - good day gentlemen, no sudden movements and no hero business would be much appreciated as I don't wanna shoot you just as much as you don't wanna get shot, now I'm assuming you know the drill by now, and if you don't all bonds, gold nickels and dimes in the bag spread evenly so ma horse and I don't fall off balance.

The clerks tentivley start too reach below the counter, westcott cocks the shot gun

Westcott - Easy now open the gate and let me through before you go reachin round places I can't see

Cashier 1 - No no Mr I wasn't doin nothing, I was just a getting the keys ya see

Westcott - Well explain yourself next time boy you can make a man worry like that

Westcott cocks gun

Westcott - And I'm not one who likes too worry Cashier 2 faints and hits the floor

Westcott - Hahaaaa I still got it, now open up!

Cashier 1 opens up the large iron bar door and westcott makes his way in Behind the counter gun still pointed at cashier 1

Westcott - Now move it! I ain't got all day!

The cashier begins to unlock lots of small boxes behind him, each one containing bonds and other notes, westcott throws down three large sacks and cashier 1 starts to place them

Westcott - Evenly now ya hear, just like I said and there won't be any trouble

At this point you can hear the horses outside get restless and nay loudly, muffled shouting ensues

Westcott - What the hell are those boys doin?

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Westcott approaches the front door casually keeping on cashier 1 gun still in hand

Westcott - Hey what going...

As westcott opens the door with his shoulder gun fire breaks out and his hat is shot off, startled he buckles and jumps back through the front door slamming it shut

Westcott - Jesus Christ! Is there a back door too this place?

Westcott runs back through the steel barred door and confronts cashier 1 Chasier 1 trembling Cashier 1 - Y y y yeah through here Gun fire begins through the window westcott hits the deck and grabs cashier 1

Westcott - shit, get down and stay down you fool!!

Both start to frantically crawl towards the back door, westcott grabs the one sack cashier 1 managed to fill They reach the back door and gun fire ceases Both get up and timidly walk toward the door, westcott pushes past cashier 1

Westcott - hold up here, I got the gun I'll go first, you got a horse or something near by Cashier 1 - N n n n no mister I dont, I usually get a ride from the couch that comes here from town Westcott - well I guess today really ain't your day kid, that's what, bowt a mile

Chasier 1 - yes sir

Westcott - a shit the whole god damn town probably heard that gun show so you'll have the sheriff picking you up soon I guess, so will I if I'm not too careful You ready there?

Chasier 1 - Ready for what? Mr

Westcott - 3..2..1

Westcott burst the back door open and begins to run but is instantly shot in the gut and drops back, multiple shots are fired all missing him bar another too the leg

Westcott - God damnit ahh they got me

Westcott stumbles and crumbles back in Chasier 1 grabs a hold of him and carries him over to a chair and sits him down

Chasier 1 - Oh lord Mr that looks pretty bad are you ok

Westcott - Do I look ok?

Chasier 1 - Sorry Mr I just.. I never saw someone been shot before, at least not this close Westcott takes his hand off of the wound and examines it

Westcott - It's alright I've had more led in me before

Chasier 1 - Who..who who are those people....out there mr

Westcott takes down his Balaclava and feels for his pistol

Westcott - I dunno but I believe we're gonna find out and call me bill I think the current state I'm in I should formally introduce myself

At this point there's a sudden slow knock at the front door

Stranger 1 - Little pigs, little pigs, let me in

Stranger 2 - hahahaha we got em now, We gonna gut you like a pig too

Westcott reaches into his small satchel and fiddles with something, westcott hands Chasier 1 his satchel

Westcott - Here, put this in the biggest bag of loot you filled and bring the bag out front of me.