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« on: November 24, 2018, 08:03:31 PM »
alright my writing is absolute shit so this is me trying to improve it. feel free to track or give prompt ideas. i love attention so lmao
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« Reply #1 on: November 24, 2018, 09:07:01 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
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"twisted nerve" | luka fox | murder inspo
there were lots of things that luka didn’t understand about other people. he didn’t understand why they went to bars and would drink their weight in alcohol until they couldn’t walk straight anymore. there didn’t seem to be anything fun to him about drunkenness; why would anyone want to dull their senses and delay their thinking in such a way? that didn't sound like fun. that also wasn’t the only thing that puzzled him, though. their sudden willingness to go home with a complete and utter stranger always baffled him. all it took was a pretty face and a few sweet words, and then suddenly they’d naively, ingeniously follow that pretty face out of the bar, away from others, and into the privacy of this stranger’s home.

he also didn’t understand why they liked trying to shove their tongues down someone's throat.

the taste of alcohol was excruciatingly overwhelming, to the point that luka even wondered if this was worth the end result. the minute he’d opened this door, the guy had basically thrown himself at the blonde, crashed their lips together, and immediately tried to take control of the situation. good god, some people had no restraint. the blonde was resisting the urge to shove this man off of him. this guy seemed to think he had the upper hand as he slammed the blonde’s back against a nearby wall. that was cute.

suddenly, the man moved away, clamped his hand over his mouth, and anxiously asked, “where’s your bathroom?” leaning back, the blond pointed before the stranger then made a mad sprint in that direction. the sound of someone puking their guts out might have disgusted any regular person, but luka was unfazed. suddenly, not so cute. after a moment of simply staring up at the wall, he dug in his pocket to take out a pack of cigarettes. lighting one up for himself, he then sauntered into the living room and collapsed on the couch. personally, luka despised cigarettes-- but he’d seen this man smoking before entering the bar, could smell the cigarette smoke. might as well relate to the guy to make himself more likable, he supposed.

minutes passed before the man came out of the bathroom, a low grunt passing his lips as he collapsed on the couch beside luka. “shit, i’m sorry.” silently, luka held out a cigarette for the man to take, lighting it after he’d grasped it. “i’ve never- gotten this drunk before.” the blond almost wanted to roll his eyes. he’d seen the man go into this bar many times before. he’d seen him pick up a random stranger every night and leave drunk off his ass. this guy wasn’t talking to an idiot. this habit made him an easy victim; if he picked up a random stranger every night, who could know for sure who he went home with?

“it’s fine.”
his head wandered around to look at the furniture, all covered by a white cloth. “y’just move in here?” a curt nod seemed to be the only answer he needed.
the man seemed unfazed by the quiet, and instead continued his smoke. after a final drag, luka released the smoke as he burnt the cigarette out on his coffee table. with a smirk, the stranger beside him followed suit, seeming to find amusement in the slight destruction of the coffee table. on his way back, his hand settled on luka’s thigh. “alright. where were we, cupcake?” the blonde tried not to cringe as the words were followed by a hand sliding further up his thigh and--

luka stood up abruptly.

“do you like music?” the question caught the man off guard, who merely nodded wordlessly. luka stood there for a moment before nodding his head back, and heading towards the stereo on the other side of the room. taking out a disc, he inserted it. moments later the room was filled with a very familiar tune; september. blue eyes looked at the figure on the couch, and something had ignited in those blue hues. a change in demeanor with a flick of a switch. “earth, wind, & fire. classic, right?” as he started to walk away from the stereo, hips swaying slightly to the tune, the man seemed ready for luka to climb right into his lap-- only to be taken completely by surprise as the blond sauntered past, a sultry hand trailing along the man’s shoulder the only touch given.

stepping into the kitchen, he began to open cabinet drawers nonchalantly, seemingly looking for something. the drunken man simply slouching in his seat, smirking. “you like to play hard to get, huh?” chuckling, he stared up at the ceiling, “sexy fox.” a fake, soft laugh passed luka’s lips, light and flirty, as he then rolled his eyes moments later.

“the twenty-first night of september…” luka hummed, sliding the drawer closed. “why not the twenty-second? ever wonder that?” eyes lighting up from a brilliant idea, he spun and headed towards a cabinet. “i know why.” the cabinet opened to reveal an artillery of weapons. pursing his lips in thought, he settled for dragging out the first thing that caught his eye.
“really? what's the reason, kitten?”

sauntering over towards the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, a laugh escaped him- crazed, and insanely amused. “there is no reason! they just thought it was catchy.” laughing again, he held up his weapon of choice, a chainsaw, and investigated it nonchalantly. “isn’t that just hilarious? people spending their whole lives wondering over some insignificant detail about a song, and it means nothing?”

now was when the man decided to be nervous. “hey, y’know, kitten, i think that i should get going, i-” the moment he turned around to face the blonde, the chainsaw roared to life. the man only had time to scream before the machine went slicing through his head, silencing any sound that was meant to escape.
“don’t be so quick to leave, kitten.” he erupted with laughter, the noise drowned out by the blaring music as he continued to slash his victim. blood poured out onto the furniture covering, sprayed over luka’s face and clothes. all he could do was laugh as he continued to distort the body until it was unrecognizable.

ba de ya, never was a cloudy day…


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« Reply #2 on: November 25, 2018, 05:32:17 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
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"sweetheart" | roylie | cuddling inspo
rory could get used to moments like this. careful fingers skimmed along the expanse of pale, beautiful skin, green eyes watching as charlie's chest peacefully rose and fell. his other hand was tangled in soft dark locks while the former settled in the dip of charlie's side with practiced ease. there wasn’t any other way he’d rather spend his time. with tangled legs, holding each other so close the redhead didn't know where one ended and where the other began. he preferred it that way. tilting his head just enough to press his lips to charlie’s own, albeit only briefly, he felt a smile make its way to his lips. he relaxed with ease into the moment, eyes closing as he slowly began to drift to sleep-

until he felt the shifting of sheets, and the shuffle of charlie slowly moving away from him. “not gonna happen, sweetheart,” the words spilled out nonchalantly as arms were quick to pull charlie back close to him again. he could hear the soft, airy laughter from sweetheart, from charlie, as he once again tried to retaliate. “charlie!” laughing, he rolled on top of the other, sandwiching him between the mattress and the redhead. “can’t you just stay still for me, for once?”
“i swear if i stay here any longer i’m never gonna leave this bed. will you just move?”

the answer honestly didn’t surprise rory at this point. all it caused was a fond roll of his eyes and a shake of his head. for a moment, he pursed his lips in thought, as if considering charlie’s request. however, weighing the pros and cons, it didn’t take him too long to decide. “sorry, no can do.” the remark was met with a scoff, the smaller relaxing underneath rory.

amused emerald met amused ocean-blues, and rory felt like his heart was melting all over again. damn, did charlie even know what he did to him? did charlie ever realize that he was the center of rory’s life, the only person that rory could ever pour everything out to? rory had lost so much throughout the recent years; however, charlie had quickly became his rock, there for him more than anyone else he’d ever had in his life. and rory was forever grateful. “are you going to take care of me when i’m forever stuck in this bed, then?”

the soft, amused words brought him out of his daydream. after the humor lit a spark in his eyes, he felt himself sober up enough to look charlie in the eyes, pressing a kiss to his lips before uttering, "i'll always take care of you." for once, the sappy remark didn’t earn a scoff or laugh, or a roll of the eyes. instead it was merely the beautiful spark in those ocean eyes and a soft smile almost out of disbelief, not believing that someone would care so much. after all charlie had been through, who could blame him for not being able to wrap his mind around someone so ever-present? rory was someone who was here for the long-haul.

“always,” rory whispered, eyes searching charlie’s before closing the distance between them, lips and bodies falling perfectly together, and rory falling deeper and deeper into the all-encompassing love that he could only find in charlie.

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« Reply #3 on: April 14, 2019, 11:59:14 AM »
foxwell made this bitch
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"against the tides" | harrison rose
when the leader of a notorious gang asks to talk with you, you generally did exactly what they said. when they told you to tell absolutely no one about the circumstance, you also kept your lips sealed. it hadn’t been too hard to duck out of the apartment without any questions asked- and even if someone had questioned, he would’ve had an excuse ready. harrison hadn’t been in the gang for that long, barely even a month, but he felt like a month was long enough to know that the leader was someone to be feared and respected. the leader was also someone that harris had learned to stay away from unless it was absolutely necessary. walking along the empty alleyway, the sun almost vanishing as it set in the horizon, the dirty blonde shoved his hands in his pockets and hastened his brisk walk.

he always felt uncomfortable walking on his own. usually he’d have mickey escort him, or ellie. the carbines, although they offered the rose siblings and mickey refuge and safety - everything they wanted - harrison was quick to figure out that came with a price. not everything was sunshine and rainbows here. when mickey had brought him and ellie to the carbines, he’d been quick to accept any kind of safety from the clearwaters. he never quite felt like he fit in, though. there were people who were at each other’s throats, fighting each other in the streets as others cheered them on. fighting. harris knew he hadn’t fit in with those people, but he’d been quick to befriend some of the mothers and would frequently babysit their children. he belonged there, with the mothers and their sweet innocent kids.

he did not belong at the gang leader’s doorstep, knocking hesitantly before waiting. the door had opened almost before he’d finished knocking, by two men- ah. mickey’s friends. he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders relax, a look of relief washing over his features. “hi, tom. john.” although harrison had felt a bit more at ease, now, a small smile on his features, it felt like tom and john were on strictly business. they gave a solemn nod of their heads in acknowledgement before tom held the door open for harrison to come in. the smile that had briefly been there vanished. smiles never got to last very long, anymore.

stepping in, he then followed slowly behind the two men as they led him further into the house. and, sure enough, there he was, seated at a table in what would’ve been a dining room of sorts. caine. upon seeing harrison, the man straightened, a small easy smirk on his features. “harrison,” gesturing towards the seat directly in front of him, he said, “sit down. we have so much to talk about.” when the dirty blonde hesitated, caine let out a bit of laughter - far from kind. cold and demeaning. “c’mon, sit. i won’t hurt you. yet.” while the threat hung ominously in the air, tom and john laughed along with caine who found more amusement in the remark than anything. harrison decided he didn’t really have a choice but to sit down.

“want a smoke?”
“no, thank you.”
“drink?”
“no. but thanks.”

the leader stared at him for a moment as he took a cigarette out of his coat pocket, eyeing him as he placed it between his mouth and lit it. harrison turned his gaze down towards the table, anxiously wringing his hands in his lap. caine took a brief drag of the cigarette before he let the smoke out, blowing it across the table at harrison. the stale smell of cigarettes made him feel like he was going to be sick. “let’s cut to the chase, then.” he pointed his cigarette at harrison, settling in silence for a moment before saying, “i like you, harrison. you’ve got a lot of potential. like that about you.” the relief was evident in harrison’s features, the man taking a deep breath as he straightened just slightly in his seat. thank god. he thought he was going to be berated about what he’d been doing at the gang; instead, he was getting praised. being praised by a man with such power… it made him feel almost a little sheepish.
he uttered a quiet, “thank you. it means-”

“ah-ah-ah,” caine suddenly caught him off, lifting a finger up as he interjected. “i wasn’t done.” harrison couldn’t help but slouch a bit more in his seat, feeling like if he slouched enough he’d almost be invisible. “you’re doing great things. mickey is doing great things. but ellie- do you think ellie is doing as well as you and mickey?”

for a moment, harrison could only stare at him, eyes widened slightly in shock. snapping out of it, he quickly chimed in, “i mean- she’s doing what she can. and then some. i think she has more potential than i--”

“kill her.”

it felt like caine had single handedly knocked the wind out of him with that statement. kill- ellie? his sister? he had to have misheard him. in disbelief, he finally met caine’s gaze as he tried to process what had just been said. “what?”
“we want you to kill ellie. frankly, she’s not going to amount to anything with the carbines. it’d be a shame if we wasted our rations on someone like her, don’t you think?” when harrison didn’t respond, merely gawked at him, caine nonchalantly breathed in another huff of smoke as he carried on, “make it look like an accident. nobody would be any the wiser. if you don’t do it-” his gaze suddenly grew cold as he locked eyes with him. “well. you know what i’d have to do to you.”

“no.” the sudden remark was followed by a silence that rang loudly in harrison’s ears. swallowing hard, he kept his gaze locked onto caine’s. “i can’t kill ellie. she’s my sister; she’s the only family i’ve got.” lowering his gaze down to the table’s surface, he uttered, “i can’t do it.”

the room settled into complete silence, then. harrison could feel caine’s gaze on him, burning into him. the carbines offered safety for the rose siblings- and harrison loved ellie. so much. he couldn’t hurt her, no matter what that meant for him. “very well, then. tom, john.” caine stood up and, as he stood, tom and john were suddenly on harrison like vultures. as much as he struggled against their grip, they had him pinned on the table in no time, gagging him, tying his arms behind his back and tying his legs together.

“no, no, no- please. please. he struggled to talk through the cloth in his mouth, feeling tears spill down his cheeks. no begging seemed to do anything, though, as they began to carry him off. he thrashed about, fought tooth and nail to try and get out of their grip as they dragged him through the dark alleyways. by the time they had left the city in the pale moonlight, harrison had given up on trying to fight his demise. this was it.

they slowed to a stop, and out of the corner of his eyes, harrison could see water’s edge. the lake. a sob passed his lips. “nice knowing you, harrison.” the remark was incredibly cold, and he just barely got to look both of them in the eyes before he was thrown into the water, the cold waves swallowing him. now was the time he struggled, thrashing helplessly to try and stay afloat, but each attempt didn’t help as he sunk further and further into the water’s depths, the light of the moon becoming further and further away. his lungs burned, aching for oxygen. his head was pounding as he thrashed about, squirming helplessly and then-- then he got lucky.

a small bank. just barely could he see the start of a shoreline. and the water had carried him closer towards it, just so he could manage to climb his way up the slope. he wormed his way up the slope and - he gasped for breath as he reached the surface. he still breathed in a bit of water, coughing pathetically as he army-crawled further and further out of the water. although he was still tied, the moment he’d gotten most of his body out of the water, he collapsed on his stomach, gasping for breath. once he was able to breathe, he managed to worm out of his ties, loosened from all of his thrashing. his wrists were rubbed raw, cuts marring the delicate skin where the rope had once been. standing up unsteadily, he walked on shaky legs further away from the lake and to the shade of the nearby trees and forestry.

the moment he got to sit down and process what had happened was the moment his eyes watered yet again, wiping feebly at the tears. he had to save ellie, he had to-- but he knew he couldn’t go back. he’d be dead before he even got to see her. all he could do was wait at the lake, near the carbines’ territory, and pray that ellie would come in search for him.

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thing is, ellie and mick never came. for two weeks he waited outside of carbine territory. two weeks he hoped to see his sister and her boyfriend leaving the territory in search for him. but they never showed up. did they ever even look? harrison knew he shouldn’t have been getting bitter over it, but he’d stayed for as long as he possibly could. he’d have to get going if he wanted to find more food and to get out of harm’s way. and it seemed like mickey and ellie weren't going to be looking for him any time soon… with a frown on his features, he glanced at carbine territory one last time before he turned and left, and along with it, left all hopes of ever seeing his sister again.