let's fuck shit up

what's up, hotstuff? i'm Matty, and i'm half-demon, half-human. i have a bad attitude, sandwiches are the shit, and if you see any knives lying around, you better fucking return them. ************** {W2H OC RP Blog}

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

[bratty-matty]

     Matty nodded, looking at Jonathan with those big, green eyes of Sock’s and sighed, finally sitting upright. “I guess. I mean it’s not the school. I just — I hate everything. Well, maybe I hate most things. It’s just stupid. I don’t have friends, nobody wants to be my friend, and I don’t get half the shit I learn.”

[joncombed]

He raised an eyebrow at the swear, but brushed it off after a moment. “I know, and I understand. You know, if you want, you wouldn’t have to go to school. Public school, I mean. We can find you an online credits program or someone to tutor you if you need it. It’s your choice, though. I’m not kidding, alright, I’ll- I’m going to do anything to make sure you’re not … having issues. We clear ?" he asked, just to be sure he was heard.

[bratty-matty]

  Matty nodded, though looking down at the ground. With a heavy sigh, he finally spoke. "Yes, Sir. I'll think about it, I guess. Can I go now?"

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jon is my spirit animal tbh

[dravencore]

more of this homicidal demon I guess

[sixtiesguitars]

My newest guitar!

Jolana Diamant Bas 1985

www.sixtiesguitars.com

[woodsmokeandpumpkins]

[trashpits]

s o c k || a playlist sock found on jonathan’s itunes at 3am || {listen}

1. peach - the front bottoms  2. little ghost - the white stripes  3. i melt with you - me first and the gimme gimmes  4. streetlights - ludo  5. going away to college - blink 182  6. a walk through hell - say anything  7. song for a mixed tape - the ataris  8. teenage dirtbag - wheatus  9. strange love - karen o

[bratty-matty]

eehhh

"I just got home, it's almost five in the morning. I'm kinda hopin' I can sneak by Dad and Pops. Though, Dad doesn't exactly sleep. He shouldn't be here, anyway. He's probably in Hell. Yeah, probably. I should be good."

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I want to rp with you, but I don’t think you want to rp with me: a book by me

[happyselkie]

I fell in love with Welcome to Hell first time i saw it. Characters were very well developed, i really enjoyed them so i decided to draw sock.

^-^

[welcometohellfilm]

WOW cuuuute!

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

[bratty-matty]

  Matty sunk down in his seat, looking down to the floor. He knew that his father was right. They would take him away, and then what? Nobody would want him. He was honestly shocked that both his dads even stuck by him and kept him around! 

  “No,” he finally mumbled and sighed, looking down with an expression that was clearly Sock’s. 

[joncombed]

"Then, please, just … go to school and do as much as you can to get your grades back up," Jon sighed. "If you want, we can transfer you to a different school," he offered, taking a seat in the armchair across from him. "If we can keep some kind of deal, then I should hope you can keep up your end of it," he added, considering something he and Napoleon could do to … well, keep him on the right track.

[bratty-matty]

     Matty nodded, looking at Jonathan with those big, green eyes of Sock's and sighed, finally sitting upright. "I guess. I mean it's not the school. I just -- I hate everything. Well, maybe I hate most things. It's just stupid. I don't have friends, nobody wants to be my friend, and I don't get half the shit I learn."

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

[bratty-matty]

  Matty shrugged, closing his bedroom door and shuffled over to the couch, sitting down with a soft sigh. He plucked the unlit cigarette from his lips and tucked it behind his ear. He knew full well that Jonathan was angry with him about skipping school and now the cigarette. 

  Yeah, he was only fifteen and already causing more trouble than what he was probably worth, but Matty couldn’t help it. He couldn’t seem to gasp the concept of being a well-behaved kid.

[joncombed]

Jon stood with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, staring at Matt. “I don’t know why you keep doing this … and I don’t think you quite understand how serious this is. At this point, I hope you realize, both of us are struggling to keep you here. Truancy isn’t something social workers take lightly, and if they find out you’ve been smoking, too, I can’t say for sure whether I think they’ll even let us contact you. Alright ? You … you can’t keep doing this.” His heart sank, a look of worry consuming his face. “I could get fired and you might not be able to live here. Is that something you want to happen ?”

[bratty-matty]

  Matty sunk down in his seat, looking down to the floor. He knew that his father was right. They would take him away, and then what? Nobody would want him. He was honestly shocked that both his dads even stuck by him and kept him around! 

  "No," he finally mumbled and sighed, looking down with an expression that was clearly Sock's. 

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

[joncombed]

Jonathan’s eyes widened as he spotted the cigarette between Matt’s lips, his expression growing more stern, though he didn’t make a comment on it. “Matthew,” he grumbled simply, his head limply falling forward into his hand as he ran his fingers over his forehead, palm resting on the back of his head as he drew in a deep breath. His expression softened and he paced over to the kitchen’s small countertop to set down the groceries before slipping off his shoes and taking a moment to breathe before returning his gaze to Matty. “Just, can you sit - with me - for a minute ?” he asked, desperately trying not to seem upset or angered. “I’m not even going to wait for your dad to get home, I’m just going to lay down a few things,” he explained, standing across from the sofa in the middle of the flat, gesturing to it. 

[bratty-matty]

  Matty shrugged, closing his bedroom door and shuffled over to the couch, sitting down with a soft sigh. He plucked the unlit cigarette from his lips and tucked it behind his ear. He knew full well that Jonathan was angy with him about skipping school and now t he cigarette. 

  Yeah, he was only fifteen and already causing more trouble than what he was probably worth, but Matty couldn't help it. He couldn't seem to gasp the concept of being a well-behaved kid.

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

  Matthew Sowachowski-Combs sighed heavily and grunted as he scrubbed his hands in the bathroom sink. He’d skipped school for what was probably the tenth time this year alone, and to be honest, he didn’t have a really good excuse. He knew that both of his dads would probably have a talking with him, but at the moment, Matty didn’t care. 

  It was tough having a bad attitude. It was tough having two dads. And it was especially tough when you were fifteen and had the urge to kill things. For that, Matty blamed his dad, Napoleon Maxwell “Sock” Sowachowski. Whoever said that certain personality traits didn’t run in genes was wrong. Because just as Sock was aimed for killing things and had a lust for homicidal tendencies, so did Matty. His father, Jonathan combs was going to kill him for sure if he found out. Or maybe not, Matty wasn’t entirely sure.

  But there he was, scrubbing his hands in the apartment bathroom’s tiny sink, trying to get rid of all the blood — he didn’t really kill anything today, but he did leave several marks on his own self, sucking the blood from the cuts. Though, it wasn’t that he was suicidal. It was just … blood. He liked it. he loved the taste, the color, and everything about it. Great, he was even more a psychopath than he thought.

  Making sure that all traces of blood was cleaned up and his arms were covered by his plaid button-up shirt, Matty tossed the wet towels into the laundry bin and headed into the kitchen for a snack. he was sure that the school had called either his Dad or Pops by now and told one of them that he’d skipped school. It would be a matter of time before one of them came home to scold him.

[joncombed]

After a uselessly long early-morning shift at the hospital, Jonathan checked his voicemail to find two messages concerning Matty. One from Matt’s principal, the other from his husband. Still head-to-toe in navy scrubs, he took his time returning home, stopping at the corner store for groceries before slowly making his way uptown to the apartment complex.Having gone through this eight … or was it nine times ? Either way, Jonathan was growing concerned and slightly disappointed in Matty’s lack of motivation. It was starting to pain him to come home and reprimand his son for something he knew he’d just end up doing again. And again. And again. So, he took his time climbing the stairs and unlocking the door, heaving a sigh as he glanced around the front room for any sign of Matt. “I know you’re home,” he groaned in a stern voice, his face clearly growing cross. 

[bratty-matty]

  Matty heard the door unlock and open from his room, knowing that it either had to be his Dad or Pops. He was kind of hoping for his Dad to come home, since Sock would be a little gentler on him, as he usually was. But  heard the annoyed, stern groaning voice of his Pops, jonathan, he hung his head and adjusted his goggles that rested on top of his auburn-blonde honey hair.

  Sighing and up off the bed, Matty opened the door, a cigarette in his mouth, unlit. "Uh," he dug his hands into his jeans pockets and gave a lopsided grin. "Hey, Pops. You're home early."

[bratty-matty]

Blood Stutter (Closed RP w/apathy-is-better)

  Matthew Sowachowski-Combs sighed heavily and grunted as he scrubbed his hands in the bathroom sink. He'd skipped school for what was probably the tenth time this year alone, and to be honest, he didn't have a really good excuse. He knew that both of his dads would probably have a talking with him, but at the moment, Matty didn't care. 

  It was tough having a bad attitude. It was tough having two dads. And it was especially tough when you were fifteen and had the urge to kill things. For that, Matty blamed his dad, Napoleon Maxwell "Sock" Sowachowski. Whoever said that certain personality traits didn't run in genes was wrong. Because just as Sock was aimed for killing things and had a lust for homicidal tendencies, so did Matty. His father, Jonathan combs was going to kill him for sure if he found out. or maybe not, Matty wasn;'t entirely sure.

  But there he was, scrubbing his hands in the apartment bathroom's tiny sink, trying to get rid of all the blood didn't really kill anything today, but he did leave several marks on his own self, sucking the blood from the cuts. It wasn't that he was suicidal or a cutter or anything. It was just ... blood. He liked it. he loved the taste, the color, and everything about it. Great, he was even more a psychopath than he thought.

  Making sure that all traces of blood was cleaned up and his arms were covered by his plaid button-up shirt, Matty tossed the wet towels into the laundry bin and headed into the kitchen for a snack. he was sure that the school had called either his Dad or Pops by now and told one of them that he'd skipped school. It would be a matter of time before one of them came home to scold him.

[sockswithsandwiches]

Hey Sock, if you had one week with Jonathan to do whatever you wanted without the risk of getting fired, what would you want to do with him?

DISNEYLAND

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that probably got old real fast

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grandpa ott’s morning glory on Flickr.

Ipomoea purpurea