(AP) dear diary ... go fuck yourself.

[explosyd]

Sydney Novak - I Am Not Okay With This

- rage issues + uncontrollable psychic power = idk something not good probably  - jocks dont interact - way too motivated by spite for her own good - what the hell is an authority figure? ill kill you - dear diary today i learned the b word it is bitch

[explosyd]

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

It wasn't her. It wasn't needless destruction caused by her trembling nerves, by her screaming brain. It was just the wind, knocking over a clay pot. She stared at it a moment, breathing heavy as she squeezed Ismael's arm. Why was she so scared? How could she be so used to destruction yet so frightened by it nonetheless, to the point that it scared her even when it wasn't her fault?

Slowly, her eyes looked down to her hand, where the breaking pot had cut her hand a bit. It was just broken ceramic and a small cut. That was all. "...R..right. I.. I just thought, uhm. Nevermind. It doesn't matter what I-I thought." Even though Ismael knows her ability, she doesn't want her friend thinking she's a total freak.

[glorygutsandblood]

RANDOM INJURY CARETAKING STARTERS

“You’re cold, come here.”

“Breathe, breathe, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving you, alright?”

“Look at me.”

“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.”

“I’m fine, stop worrying so much.”

“You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Let’s go.”

“Hey, stay with me.”

“Woah, steady.”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hear your heartbeat from here.”

“I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Count to ten for me, and then backwards to one.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Just focus on my heartbeat, okay?”

“Nothing is gonna hurt you now.”

“Let me take a look at that wound.”

“Take a few deep breaths, it’ll help lower your heart rate and calm your body down a bit.”

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.”

“You’re hurt, I’m not leaving you.”

“Just leave me.”

“I’ll be okay, just go.”

“Your heartbeat is so loud.”

“Can you just…hold me?”

“I won’t let go.”

“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna have to let me go so I can stop you from bleeding out.”

“You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you.”

“Am I gonna die?”

“I’m so tired…”

“Can I…just…”

“No, no! Open your eyes!”

“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”

“What happened?”

[explosyd]

heclingmuzik​:

It sucks that Ismael is hiding information about actually having been injured. That she has the scar as a constant reminder. THAT, perhaps somewhere deep down the fear of it happening again is there. She’s suppressed so many situations, some took longer than others, but they’re all just in their little boxes stored and locked away. 

“Yeeesh, that stinks.” She makes a face with a shake of her head. Reaching out she hesitates to gently brush at Syd’s bruise, “Yeah. Let’s go get you some. I have some ice and other frozen veggies at home, too.”

 Sydney scrunches up her face when Ish touches her bruise, but it doesn’t hurt too bad. She blinks a few times when she registers what her friend says. Huh. Going over to a friends house...? She hasn’t done that in a while. 

 “Your place, huh? Alright, cool. Thanks.” Something seems off, and now Syd is cursing herself for not having the emotional intelligence to decide if Ismael is actually off or if Syd’s just overthinking again. Should she even bring it up? Maybe not.   Syd picks up her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Lead the way, I guess.”

[explosyd]

heclingmuzik​:

She never wants to lie to Syd. Not even about something like this, but she also wouldn’t want her to worry, so Ismael replies with a simple shake of her head. And she leans in to check that bruise just a little more,

 “Damn, that statue got you real good though! Wait, was it YOUR statue? The hero one or was it someone else’s?” Did Syd’s hero come to life just like everyone else’s?

 To be honest, Syd is still pretty worried about Ismael... but she said she wasn’t hurt. She’s going to have to take her word for it.

 “My statue? Oh, uh, no, I got away from mine pretty fast. It was some jackass on a pillar in the hall. Jeez, what a shiner. Think a pack of pea’s’ll fix it?”

[heclingmuzik]

@explosyd​

“HEY! Did you get out of that museum alright? That shit was pretty crazy!” Ismael won’t bring up what happened. Mentioning it so casually wasn’t the best thing to do no matter if she was still  trying to process it or pretend that everything was okay when it wasn’t. 

“I hid in like…one of those empty rooms for awhile.”

[explosyd]

 Syd turns around quickly to see the familiar voice, and sighs in relief. “Oh, shit, I’m glad you’re out of there. Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, I got socked in the face by a statue, but I’m okay.” She gestures to a bruise on her cheek with a huff.

 “...Are you alright, though? I mean, that shit was fucking scary.” She doesn’t look at Ismael, but it’s not really out of guilt. She just feels nervous talking about that whole mess. “You’re not hurt, right?”

[explosyd]

heclingmuzik​:

“Psychic?” And Ismael can’t help but wonder if Sydney can see the future in that case. Can she tell what’s going to happen to her? To the people here? She hums though, decided against asking Syd. Scared or pissed off, huh? “I guess you feel those emotions a lot?” She tries to hide it, but the tone laced in concern is evident. 

Her own eyes looks up at the statue with another hum. “You know…I bet there’s a lot of people out there in Radiale that has the same ability as you.” She smiles, now looking at Sydney once more, “Maybe they’ll be willing to help you control it. Then…it won’t suck. You won’t have to be scared.” She pauses and shrugs, “but…if you want to decide against that, I wouldn’t mind volunteering to help you out in any way. Like, you know? I wouldn’t mind helping you learn to control your powers either. I’m just your average human girl. No abilities, but I’m super tough! I’m….” She grins wide, “I’m BUILT different.”

Doesn’t Nero say that?

 Her gaze lingers on the statue a bit longer as Ismael talks. Controlling it was something she’d tried before, but to be fair, she’d tried it with someone who really didn’t actually know what she was going through. If someone who was the same as her was really here...

 “...I’d want to learn to control it, I think. I just don’t know who to ask.” She looks down, and scrubs a hand through her unkempt hair. As far as she knew, Sasara didn’t have any kind of abilities like that. What was she supposed to do, put up a Craigslist Ad asking for superhero training. “Uhm. Haha, Ish, I’d love to train with you and stuff, but the last guy who tried to do that without any abilities almost got a bowling ball to the head.”   Granted, that guy told her she was going to end up dying sad and alone just like her dad, but.

[explosyd]

“What th-”

Syd stares out the window for a moment, then shuts her curtains. “WHEN THE FUCK DID WE MOVE DOWN THE BLOCK?!”

[vaememes]

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙  𝖜𝖊  𝖉𝖔  𝖎𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘  𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘.

these are taken from the show with the same title, may have triggering mentions, please read and reblog with caution, feel free to adjust any that you deem necessary.

tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die.

this is not a joke!

they would call me the relentless because i would never relent.

being a vampire’s familiar is like being a best friend.

i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.

get me some glitter.

i want to do something special for the immortal one’s arrival.

i am going to sprinkle it on my face and on my body. like twilight.

do you remember that first time we made love?

it was so passionate, i accidentally cut off your head.

all secret meetings take place in the fancy room.

you know what i’ve always wanted to try?

you’re protecting a vast empire.

we’ve been very careful not to stand out.

am i a morning person? that would be an enthusiastic yes.

we all know that sounds cool.

from panera bread you came, and to panera bread you shall return.

what is “arise” again? control-alt-seven?

my friends have noticed mood swings, unusual cravings -

it’s become pretty clear to me that i’m becoming a vampire.

i have this urge to turn my roommate to shreds…

the smell of beef and sulphur is overwhelming.

i could smell it on him, it comes from the groin.

i could sense he was getting more and more sad recently.

vampires have huge respect for owls.

they don’t give a “hoot” where they dump their scat.

vampires love virgins. it’s their favorite food.

fuck that guy for making me think i need to act more aloof!

vampire roommates… they’re forever.

what kind of goat sorcery is this?

i’m not really sure what my deal is.

i’m not going to do this if he’s pissing on the wall.

are you leaving with us?

we were so poor we used to used donkey dong for fuel.

i can’t stand up, if you know what i mean.

what the fuck would anyone want with canada?

i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.

we should feast on virgin blood.

you might bite someone, and then you think ‘ooh, those are some nice pants!’.

vampires don’t like nuns.

when you become a vampire, you become very…sexy.

this is what happens when you’re a vampire. you have to watch everyone die.

we’re vampires. we don’t put down towels.

at first i wanted to kill him, but now i’m glad i spent time to get to know him.

ooh! bat fight!

just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet!

at the start i was like 'oh no, like i'm– i’m dead’.

it’s kinda affected my friendship with normal people and my family and stuff.

the movie ’twilight’. have you seen it?

what, i can’t sunbathe? i can’t watch daytime TV?

i’m over being a vampire. it’s shit, so don't…don’t believe the hype.

you have not done the dishes for five years!

it’s unacceptable to have so many bloody dishes all over this bench like there.

i’m so embarrassed when people come over here.

you bring them over, you kill them!

i think we drink virgin blood because it sounds cool.

the neighbors can see you flying around the house.

do you want to draw attention to this house, hmm?

you’ve got a whole documentary group following you around.

we’re werewolves, not swear-wolves.

shut up! you’re not twilight!

you can’t go to the ball as blade. he’s a vampire hunter.

you will not eat the camera guy!

you ruined it. i was in the zone.

what are you doing tonight? are you going to kill some perverts?

wait, let’s kill them.

i go for a look which i call dead but delicious.

get away from the sunlight!

why don’t you go smell your own crotches, huh?

more police will come. possibly even christains, which is totally the last thing we need.

we drank the blood of some people but the people were on drugs.

we drank – – we’ve done some drug blood.

you are supposed to support me when i want to kill someone!

someday they will all be dead.

how many more women have you slept with that just have long, dark hair?

this is horse piss. we are vampires.

you are a lying piece of old cabbage!

i mean, how old are you, nine – ninety?

do you have long left, do you think?

but a ghost? that’s where we draw the line.

maybe i should just bring a broom down here for you.

you have a very, very special power.

dracula’s in the house!

i’m sorry, vampires are real but ghosts are not?

i just want to make sure we’re on the same page.

witches are near.

the witches have been toying with our rugs again.

please get some witch-proof carpet tape and tape that rug down!

i am a little disappointed i didn’t get to be a american citizen.

i was really looking forward to buying a gun.

oh, you don’t need to be a citizen to get a gun. they’ll give those to anyone.

get up and stand on this ceiling like a man.

it’s quite amazing to see how far technology can go forward if you’re not paying attention.

i have been very unhappy since you left.

i just want to know what i can do to bring you back home.

it’s very difficult for me to say, so just let me get this out.

i smell death on you.

oh, that, that’s just my body spray. it’s axe.

you heard what he said. he knows we’re vampires.

we are just talking a nice shit together.

is there something you haven’t been telling us?

don’t care what the fuck your name is.

this was probably the way he wanted to go.

you know, when you care about someone and they just walk out the door.

that’s the tenth vampire i killed this month!

i can’t tell him i’m a vampire killer because then he’d have to kill me.

can you dust more quietly please? i’m trying to sleep.

all we need to do is send that to ten friends or foes by sunrise and the curse will be lifted.

where are we going to get the email addresses, the email address shop?

i’m guessing that’ll be closed this time of night.

i was just checking my emails, i didn’t know it would be full of curses!

i swear i am going to rip that man into shreds and make a dress out of it.

i’ve been watching a lot of shark tank lately.

there’s no such thing as vampire killers, you knob lord.

yes, i suppose i am a little bit stressed.

all i need is myself. i’m my own best friend now.

it’s like their souls are dead or something.

who doesn’t want to be a vampire?

you haven’t had an original idea since 1925.

come over here and put your neck in my mouth.

you have to get up and do it ‘cause i can’t get up.

what is this feeling i am feeling?

grief. i don’t care for it.

would you mind staying with me for a few moments, just until i fall asleep?

i don’t wish to be murdered in my slumber.

that’s very frowned upon in the vampire community.

i want you to know that you are my friend.

okay, you’re getting into some of your personal issues now.

i found out that my own familiar was killing vampires.

we should finish each other off and tell no one?

why is there all this dust on the floor in the shape of a body?

were you trying to make a girlfriend out of dust?

i will kill you! i will absolutely kill you!

the issue here is that i’m an invader and i was invading.

if you’re going to eat a victim on my nice, clean couch put down some newspaper!

well, that didn’t go so great. i hit the main artery, so yeah, it’s a real mess.

don’t look, my sweet darling, it’s too dangerous.

vampires have had a pretty bad rep.

we’re not these mopey old creatures who live in castles- well some.

they’re like one big circle just biting each other’s dicks.

you know they don’t even wear shirts, they were blouses.

well, what’s your power?

i am an excellent crawler.

we will never forget that battle.

well, are you gonna be alright without me?

that is worse than a bible- that burns my eyes.

we are the bait but we’re also the trap.

i’m not a total monster.

i became a vampire at sixteen. that is why i always look sixteen.

i have received a message from a slouching beast in the night!

do you think i might have rabies now?

a church. makes me nervous to say the word.

i’m going to check my hotmail.

password? what is my password?

it’s a glitter portrait. it’s a portrait made from glitter.

look, its you! i made you a vampire.

i think he’s going to make me a vampire.

this is always really scary part for me.

so it’s 6pm in the night time… which is when i wake up. 

i don’t want to know about that. stop gloating.

what are you doing with your hand? how dare you!

do you have any proof of this wild accusation?

while you were out running your errand, we were in very serious danger.

we could have been killed tonight, did you know that?

this is my office, also known as the hunting ground.

energy vampires drain people’s energy just by talking to them.

i don’t know about you, old chap, but i have raging hard on.

my darling, every time dough boy turns up, you start crying.

i decided to bite her and we’re going to be together forever.

we just thought ‘to hell with it’ you know?

well, don’t appear as a mist on the lawn then, you prick.

you can’t be fighting with werewolves on the lawn.

you’re still angry about that vampire that tried to eat you, aren’t you?

you promised you would turn me into a vampire.

it has been so long, you look the same.

it’s like they’re vampires or something.

to be honest, i don’t really care about being a vampire.

when i turn into a bat, there’s no real skill to it at all, i just shout ‘bat!’

your screaming disturbed me from my slumber.

you wouldn’t like it if a spider came to your house and dusted, would you?

save your confession until after i am dead.

why the hell would you be here for me?

there’s a fucking ghost on the front lawn!

i’ll do this just to show you how dumb you are.

i was being a vapor and i got sucked into an air purifier.

five spits for an enemy, lilith.

i haven’t slept in seventy - two hours.

now we are ready to go into town and party.

[fallingfrozenprince]

Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“What ever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving arou d too much if I were you.”

“We thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

[explosyd]

dimittere​:

though curious he may be, PATIENCE always seems to stretch thin. regardless of the circumstances, ganondorf has always been the sort of man to want things done — no matter the cost. cruelty and CUNNING may be well within his grasp, but playing nice has its benefits. not that he truly knows how to play nice, as EVIDENT by the continuing and lingering apathy upon stranger’s features. well, regardless, her presence is more PALPABLE than a fetch quest involving an overpriced drink.

❝something you cannot CONTROL, hm?❞ oh, that hits closer than he thought he would, when he was young and arrogant and clinging onto a SACRED power beyond his grasp. he feels it still sometimes, the quiet whispers of pure MALICE threatening to take any of the little grace and nuance he has left. a long and slow exhale from flared nostrils. ❝power is a DANGEROUS thing to keep, mayhaps it would be beneficial to LEARN how to control your abilities in a controlled setting.❞ he snorts, touched by the girl’s sharp words. while he enjoys being feared, STUTTERING conversations then around upon themselves. ❝i am simply BORED,❞ he shrugs.

 “I’ve tried that. It doesn’t exactly work that well.” She shrugs, and glances back at the quest. “I mean, if you want me to help you do that one, I guess I can, but I can’t guarantee good results.” Can ghosts get headaches? She’ll find out, she supposes. The Ofiuclones seemed to react to them, anyhow. Sydney picks up a sturdy looking bat from the terminal and examines it. She takes it he intends for someone to do the quest with him, since he’s bored. “That’s something.”

 Slinging the bat over her shoulder, she turns to the stranger once again. “You have anything good for the quest?”

[explosyd]

notyourforte​:

Who the hell–?! 

Syd? He picks her up by the clothes, pissed someone got in the way of some fun. Or, it would be fun, if any of these things actually broke! They just keep reforming or taking no damage at all and it’s stupid! 

“Watch it! I could’ve taken your head off, you idiot! Get out of the way so I can break the door down!” 

He sets her aside roughly, and gives the entrance door a good kick. It shakes, but doesn’t budge. Bass keeps trying and yelling and making all this noise seems like a really bad idea. 

  Panic fills her when he grabs her, but he’s fortunately put her down fast enough before she has the chance to do anything about it. It’s a good thing he’s a robot, because that would’ve been one killer headache he got if he wasn’t. 

 “Jesus, jackass! That’s obviously not fucking working- can you keep your voice down? You’re going to get us ki-”  Her voice dies as she turns and sees a fucked up painting turning the corner. It’s a lady dressed in all red, with straight black hair that looks like its dripping, and razor sharp claws and teeth! Fucking great! She shakes her soccer teammate’s shoulder, pointing with a shaking finger at the thing.     “Bass. BASS.”

[explosyd]

@notyourforte​

Oh, what the fuck?

 Serves her right for trying to have fun! Of course it’d go wrong like this! Try and paint something, and the paint comes out of the canvas and tries to maim you. Makes PERFECT sense!

 As soon as she’s able to register what’s going on, Sydney tears ass towards the entrance- 

 And bumps into a familiar hunk of metal!     “OW! FUCK- shit, Bass?! Dude, wh- what is going ON?! Everything’s trying to KILL US!” Evidently, Sydney is very panicked- god, now would be a good time to have all her abilities back, but at the same time, she might accidentally blow some poor museum-goer’s head off. “What the fuck do we do?!”

[explosyd]

heclingmuzik​:

It’s a surprise. Not that Sydney has some super power, because she really is just THAT awesome, but because of what she just said. Best friend here? Is Sydney her first best friend here in Spirale? “That’s so cool,” She says and with a smile, she places her own hand on Syd’s shoulder, “Your secret is safe with me. MY lips are sealed.” When someone walks by the two of them, only then does Ismael speak, “So…what kind of superpower?”

“ALSO? No superpower sucks, ya know? I bet all of them are just really awesome. Your’s too!” Oh, she’s pretty excited, but she is extremely mindful that they are in public. 

 Another sheepish laugh. “Uh, well... I guess you could say I’m psychic...? I think that’s the best word for it. But, like, I’m only psychic when I’m pissed off or scared. Weird, right?”

 Sydney looks up at the statue with a sigh. She wishes she could be some cool superhero like that. The way she is, she feels more like a supervillain. “I can’t really control it. So that’s why it sucks.” ...She decides to leave out the part about how it really sucks because it kills people.

[explosyd]

heclingmuzik​:​

“Awwww, okay. I see you, Syd.” Ismael takes a few steps backwards and comes to stand in front of what Sydney had created. “Dude, a bad ass superhero, am I right?” Side glancing at Sydney, she smiles wide, “You look HELLA good.” Her arms are folded over her chest now, eyes back on the sculpture and she hums in thought. “What would your power be? As a superhero?” Her head tilts to the side. WHAT kind of super power does Sydney look like she’d have? That is something she’s thinking about now. 

“You look like you’d be some elemental type of hero…Or someone that can control people’s minds…” She pauses and then hums again with a shake of her head, “OH! Maybe even someone that like…Do you know that one Superhero? Gamble? He shoots lasers out of his eyes. Super cool.”

 She laughs a little awkwardly as Ismael speculates on what her superpower may be. Honestly, she’s been debating telling her... she wants to trust Ish, she just doesn’t want to scare her. 

...eh. Fuck it. She’s already seen a thousand superheroes around, what’s one fucked up teen with superpowered anger issues?

 Running a hand over the statue, Sydney hypes herself up a little bit before finally speaking. “Well... I kinda do have a superpower already.” She’s quiet enough so that only Ismael can hear. “I mean, like, it sucks, but it’s kinda a superpower.” Her hand moves from the sculpture to touch Ish on the shoulder, face suddenly serious now. “You can’t tell people though, okay? I’m only, like, telling you because you’re my best friend here or whatever.”

[explosyd]

like for a canvas pt 2 starter with sydney! no cap for now!

[explosyd]

 To be honest, Syd had never been good at making things. Destruction seemed to be more of her forte, but it was fun to at least try her hand at this kind of thing. She stood in front of a figure forming out of marble sand, chin in her hand as she watched it move. Sheesh, it was kind of hard to make an image of herself that she was happy with. That’s a bummer. 

 “..Hm.”

 She’d heard a lot about superheroes around here (mostly from Ismael), and since she was already being honest with the voice in her head, she admittedly wanted to see herself as someone like that instead of, like, a bad guy. 

So, she began imagining herself as such, letting the sand form to the image in her head. Slowly, the sand was sculpted into Sydney’s form, only that her hair and clothes were way cooler, and she was wearing sunglasses. She found herself lost in it for a moment, so happy with it that when Ismael showed up, she didn’t even jump like usual.   “Hey! Ish! What do you think of this?”

@heclingmuzik​