Well, well, well. You've officially reached me. 'Me' as in me, Miley. Yeah, that's... what you can address me with.
So, this is my chaotic little bubble where you can find a few fics, rants, quotes wherein I overshare about my sad little life, basically a lot of shitposting. As for me, I'm a Senior at high school (getting thru it somehow), a bibliophile, learning astrologer, maladaptive daydreamer, anxious little minx, socially awkward teen, maybe a nerd but definitively not boring. You'll find how ;)
Anyways! Thanks for being here, love y'all. (Yes, I know. Chaotic)
(🌶- Mild spice)
(🌶🌶- Smut)
Multi-Parts:
Turmoils Of You-🌶🌶 (on a halt till I finish exams to finish it)
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Relationship status: long distance relationship with a man in another parallel universe in which he does exist, his name is Jake *goes to cry*
Favorite color: black or pink
Song stuck in my head: Una noche sin pensar – Sebastián Yatra (get out of my head!!! Please!! I know I like you, but I need you out or I'll end up writing a Oneshot 😭)
The last thing I listened to: I don't know, the last song comes out in The Quarry???
(first Gameplay: all dead or cursed 😎)
Last thing I goggled: Marte - Blas Cantó (wanted to read the lyrics for a Oneshot )
Favorite food: Look, last night I had tortilla de patatas for dinner, honorable mention to the tortilla de patatas 🤤🤤🤤
Anything you want rn: A new brain that does not retain only songs 😑
Oh, thanks for the tag 😮 I'll try to make this not boring...
Relationship Status: Yes
Favourite color: Blue
Song struck in my mind: The sleep music that is currently playing
The last thing I listened to: Well aside from the sleep music, currently listening to the sounds of a sleeping, sick toddler.
Last thing I googled: Directions to/from the city to remind myself of the path for tomorrow's expedition. And no, you can't just go back the way you came. That would be too easy!
Favourite food: i can't choose just one! 😱 Ugh, fine, make it sushi, but only if it is made by a proper sushi chef. Sushi trains will be my undoing...
Anything you want rn: Well now I want sushi. I also want a healthy toddler. I also want a new phone charger cord because mine is breaking. 😭
What do I do now? Oh right, tag some people... Uhhhhhhhhh... @pennyl4n3 @robbybarnes @red-writes-stuff if you're around? 🤔 I'm a bit out of touch. 😅
Thanks Digi for the tag and i hope you all are ready for weird shit!
Relatioship status: I'm currently trying to figure out how to kidnap Pedro Pascal, because we're mentally connected and I think we'll make a good weird couple.
Favourite color: Deep dark blue and emerald green. No in between and absolutely not pink! Ewww!
Song struck in my mind: two songs actually Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia (and not just because there is a sexy Pedro in the vid...okay yeah mostly for him.) (Sorry not sorry) and Loud and Heavy - Cody Jinks
The last thing I listened to: i'm currently in an online meeting for the University...you don't want to know what i'm listening to...
Last thing i googled to: ...how to ran DNA test and how to know when someone died with organs temperature...(yeah...blame Digi for tagging me...)
Favourite food: I mean. If it's free it's good. Also my motto is "Food is life and life is better free!" Right?
Anything you want right now: Uhm...I wish i had a lightsaber and a sandwich. I can make toasts with the lightsaber and also kill people so it's a great double use. Also i want rollerblades and a new bow...OH OH! I want the helmet of Din Djarin and i also want Sebastian Stan...wait, is there a limit or...
Thanks @digital-corruption for the tag, now i traumatized a lot of people and i'm really happy about it. Me and my personalities decided to taaaaaag: @layanasstories @artic-willow @humblechumbble
Thanks @robbybarnes for the tag... No i will not reach your level of weird shit! But I will answer for a change! 😬
Relationship status: Married, with 2 teenage kids and a dog and a cat.
Favourite Color: Purple
Song stuk in my mind: By the rivers of Babylon - The Melodians
The last thing I listened to: I am listening to mythvision podcast on youtube
The last thing I googled: I was searching for reviews on dishwashers.
Favourite food: This is the hardest question ever!!! I don't have a favourite.. I like so many things. Like garlic scrimbs, steak, popcorn salt, french cheese, tapas etc...
Anything I want right now: Uhm, i would like a little bit more sunshine. The dark gray days must be over. Its spring today dammit!!
Wow! I've been missing this kind of posts ^_^ and I've been missing duskwood fandom 😭
But thanks for the tag, @layanasstories amd @digital-corruption 🥰
Relationship status: Married and mother of two boys, but this doesn't stop me from dreaming about misterious hackers or norns Gods with long black hair
Favourite colour: Purple
Song stuck in my mind: Never Going Home - Kungs
The last thing I listened to: Hideaways - Keisza
The last thing I googled: 9 yo gifts
Favourite food: this one's hard... I love food! I could say ramen, or mushroom risotto
Song stuck in my head: home 🏡 (by edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros)
The last thing I listened to: same as just mentioned 🤭(maybe though Tom's diner or imagine by John Lennon too🎶)
Last thing I goggled: googled*😁💀
Adult autism test👩⚖️(been through some impressionable mentality disvovery journey 😬😄)
Favorite food: any fried rice, macaroni and I am also not vegan 😬💀(no sandwiches as well but maybe after taking out my braces 😮💨I'mma be a dino crisis on all the foods🦹🏻♀️🤌🏻)
Oopsies, I guess I'm too late,
Btw, thanks @al-aa-g for the tag :)
Ok, let's start this quiz:
Relationship status: Dating a cutie (absolutely cheesy ik)
Favourite color: Black? or White? Both I guess!
Song stuck in my head: Shameless by Camilla Cabello (sped up version) and Cardigan by Goddess Taylor Swift.
Last thing I listened to: On My Own by Darci
Last thing I googled: eek, um. Adult Charades Deck :)
Favourite food: Um, dimsums, momos, chinese food. Also, pasta with garlic bread. Ice-creamssssss! CHOCOLATESSSS! Coffeeeeee.
Want I want to have right now: Vanilla Latte with a shot of espresso.
Tag: @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @rw47vr-key @renneiscent @pennyl4n3 @artic-willow @geocait0815 @julesisreading and anyone who wants to hop on. (I'm bad at tagging TT )
how come every day lasts ten years but every week lasts 3 seconds but every month lasts either two days or an eternity and then it's a new year and now it's November
Oh, on that note:
Happy new year everybody!!! May this year bring you happiness, health and may all your new year resolutions come true.
Thank you so much for 116 followers, especially when I don't post much. TuT
This is a dark AU collaboration started by @x3kristax3 Viewer discretion is advised! It starts from here
TW: Heavy Violence.
MC's POV
"Tell your father to keep regard of his age and speak as much as his position allows him to or I can't guarantee his coming years to be filled with mirth", Alan threatens me, cracking his gloved knuckles as he does.
Jesus, does this man not infuriate my existence. If I had my way, I shan't have kept myself from snapping his neck, but I must keep my temper at bay for no good has ever come from it. I need to keep at this daunting task, however much it makes me tear my skin and itch at it. This is MY revenge, MY order of justice. I'll serve it as I wish to.
I keep my gaze from darkening at his looming yet empty threat and instead, pull a whimpering mask over myself.
"Alan, love, please stay at ease", I fawn my helplessness, "You can do whatever you wish to do with me but please, keep my parents away from it."
"Or what?", he grabs my chin, digging his nails in my cheeks, "You plan on fleeing to that bitch, Jake, now that he already took over my business?"
I put my hands on his chest, trying to calm his grip on my face and distance myself from him. Of course though, my mere act of self preservation ticks him off wrong and he pushes me hard backwards, making me trip and fall on my arse.
"Oh, so now you can't bear my touch too?", he scoffs and manically starts bellowing in laughter. I shall be lying if I said I wasn't scared, because I really was. I was terrified at the sight following before me.
Suddenly, he jerks towards me, taking advantage of my fallen state and kicks my side, hard. I feel air being knocked out of my lungs as he again makes contact of his foot with my body, this time my spine.
He picks me up and suddenly, a knife appears in his hand, which he strikes inside the left of my torso. I gasp from the sudden excruciating pain, making me grip the broken skin from bleeding the life out of me.
I can't die.
"You have to die, MC", he says cooly, "but not in my house. Your blood cannot seep into my house."
With that, he takes the knife out of me, making me fall down with a thud, sideways, my hand still gripping the stabbed part. He throws a rag over me, covering my body before throwing me over his horse and taking off god knows where.
Every gallop the horse takes makes me want to jump off it so the pain stops. It's too much. Just too much that I can't help but cry out a scream when the colt jumps over a puddle.
"One more word and I'll tie your feet to this horse's stirrup and drag you to the location", he hisses at me. I bite my tongue to keep every moan in as my insides churn.
Somebody needs to find me, and fast.
Anthony's POV
"Ow", I wince as a needle pricks into my shoeless feet, making me stagger towards the heap of concrete sand. As I make my way there, the loud stampede of an animal catches my ear. I look towards the source of the sound and see a horse with two people mounted on it, making their way towards my direction in a very hasteful manner.
I jump towards the side before getting under the stallion's feet and quickly try looking at the person riding it, but I am too late to notice their faces, their backs and saddle pad the only view I manage to catch. A bobby.
Dejected, I look down, my attention back to my aching foot when I see dark red blobs making the trail behind the horse. My eyes widen on their own accord, making me remember my own childhood trauma.
"Get on, Tony. We gotta reach the town centre for goods exchange", I hear Luke howling. I try to speak but the sound does not escape my lips. I try to turn and look back at Luke but my feet just gets stuck.
"Tony?", Luke asks, putting his hand on my shoulder and shaking me back to reality. When he sees my paled face, he grips both my shoulders comfortingly and squats, asking, "What happened? What's wrong?"
I know there's no point trying to talk so I simply point my little finger at the sight. Luke follows my direction and shocks paints his face too, though he handles it better than me. "Ok boy. We need to tell this to Leader" and takes my hand to rush to the Bar.
Phil's POV
I brush my hair into a neat ponytail and check my appearance once again in the mirror. The last time I felt this nervous was probably when I fled my stepfather's house as a 16 year old.
I, again, takeout my pocket watch for the umpteenth time and then take a look at my desk, unfolding the note again.
Phil,
I need your help. Meet me at the town square at noon.
Jess
It's been 5 years since my sister made any contacts with me. The last time we exchanged a word, she had sworn to sever everything between us. So, now that she has sent a word to me, it worries me green over what went down that has pushed her towards me.
"What have you gotten yourself in, Jessy?"
Jessy's POV
"Hello to you too, brother", I greet him, as politely as I can allow myself to, trying not to scoff over how, even after 5 years, my brother doesn't show any affection or longing or anything but asks me, in the plainest way possible. 'What have i gotten myself into?'
"I need your help to expose Angus Barnett", I return back the curtness.
"How do you expect me to do that?", he asks me.
"Well, I know you're with a wrong crowd, I know you have quite an influence in this area and I know you are engaged with the trading of drugs."
"How do you-", I am about to ask her when my gaze falls onto two frantic kids. "Excuse me, Jessy."
He moves towards them and the two kid's faces brighten up on seeing him, though a worried frown is still etched on the younger lad's face.
"Leader. Tony here saw blood blobs on the town's outskirts trailing behind a horse", the older kid tells him, his voice raspy.
"It was a bobby. Coming from the Chief's den", Tony chimes in.
"A bobby?", I can't help but shriek behind me. "Phil. We need to get there, right now."
"Huh? How does this bother you?"
"Because that's probably MC!"
"Ok. You need to tell me what's going on here, but first, we need to reach MC. Tony, you come with us. Luke, I need you to keep a watch on the bobby station and tell any suspicious activity to Daniel."
Phil's POV
"You are absolutely nuts, Jessica Hawkins! Oh no, my bad. Jessica Hallister", I shout at her over the loud galloping of our horses. "I know you care for MC, but you should not support her in her crazy rendezvous. What if Alan were to attack you both? How would you protect yourself?"
"Oh, hush Phil. I am no damsel in distress and neither is MC. To think we are both weak is a grave error on your chivalrous self. We are more adept than you would believe."
I am about to prove her wrong when Tony intercepts me, saying "That's the horse I saw. The same saddle pad", pointing his finger ahead.
I nod to Jessy and we both dismount the horse, as quietly as possible. Tony begins to descend too before I stop him. "Child, you go back. Take my horse and retreat back. We shall take it from here", I instruct him, handing him a few gold coins just in case. He takes them from me and nods, making his way back.
I move to tie the horse to a faraway tree, taking the gun out from the saddle pocket, before joining Jessy and making our way, sneakily, towards the horse, talking shelter behind the tall trees as we do.
I hear Jessy gasp, and jerkingly move my gaze over her line of vision, and does it not make my blood churn.
Alan drags MC by her hair towards the centre, a huge spot of blood colouring the torso area of her croset. Jessy makes a rush towards the scene, when I grab her by her arm and stop her. "We go in there and he'll kill MC if he hasn't already", I whisper shout at her.
MC struggles to free herself from his chainsaw hold, though to no avail. I squat towards a nearer tree and take cover behind it before aiming my gun on this coxcomb.
3, 2, 1
The snap of the gunshot fills the abandoned area, making crows kaw away in fear. We rush towards MC as Alan grips his shoulder, howling in pain.
Jessy goes and wraps MC in her arms, crying on seeing her friend in an almost dead state.
"This wench, Jessy! I knew she would cause some hurdles in my plans. I will kill you, you bloody-", Alan curses until I break his jaw with my punch, making blood splatter.
"You. Do. Not. Insult. My sister. In front of me, do you get it?", I get on him and say this, ending each words with a punch on his face, till his face turns plump and distorted.
"Phil", I hear a weak yet firm force call me and I immediately look back. "I need to handle this in my own way. Please."
I look at her for a while and then get off Alan, handing MC my gun. "End him."
She nods and takes her aim on his heart. "I wish that your afterlife is filled with so much pain, that you'll beg them to kill you until you realise that you're already dead."
She shoots one shot. Then two. Then three. And then, keeps firing until she empties the barrel of gun. After empty clicking the gun, she throws the gun over him and squats down, breaking down in the most gruesome way possible.
I leave them two alone, inspecting what to do with the body. I move towards Alan's horse, surprised at how it stayed motionless the whole time until I see.
"The horse is dead", I hear MC saying it behind me. "He killed it demonstrate how he plans to kill me."
I look at Alan's body and crook my brow, before saying, "We can't leave it here. We can't take it back. If it is not dealt with properly, it is bound to haunt your future."
"I have an idea", Jessy suggests, still rubbing MC's arm. "What if we bury Alan's body here-"
"No, Jessy. Have you lost it?"
"At least let me finish, brother", she spits the last word with anger, silencing me down. The way she said hurts me deep, and according to her, I deserve it. Whatever.
"So, as I was saying, we bury his body in here. But, we bury the horse's body over his."
MC and I look at her, bewildered, trying to make sense of what she said. After she notices no reaction from us, she goes to reexplain it.
"We dig a hole. A deep hole and throw Alan in there. Then, we cover his body with sand, so it is not visible and then bury the horse's body over it too. That way, if anyone were to search for his body and start digging in here, they find the horse's fossils and stop excavating this sight further."
I stay silent, mulling over it for a few seconds until I look up at her, and say,
I jerk myself awake, startled by the sudden sound. I scramble towards the source and unlock my phone through my lidded eyes, trying to force my mind back to the living.
Emphasis on 'force' since 2 hours sleep everyday isn't enough for my body to function.
Yes, it's been 5 years since I've been living like this.
No, I still haven't developed a habit of functioning without sleep.
Sleep is well... imperative. For most people. For me, it's just a constant reminder that I'm human, that despite it all, I breathe, I think, and I exist.
"Happy Birthday"
This reminds me how personal data still remains on this cell. I boot my laptop open and connect my phone to it. As I browse through the data stored, my mind keeps wandering back to my childhood memories and despite the fact that I try pushing it down, it keeps trickling back through my spine.
I press delete and clean my device of any evidence of its owner. Then, dragging my feet, I collapse back on the bed. And that's when the baggage opens free.
Pictures, Memories, Voices, People rush before my eyes as sleep takes over me.
My mother, holding a giant cake with candle '7' on it, brings it to me at midnight of my birthday.
My mother, holding a small cupcake with candle '8' on it, brings it to me after her overtime shift.
My mother, on a hospital bed, pressing 2 dollars in my fist, urging me to buy a slice of cake.
My mother, inside a grave, somehow still forcing me to buy a cake for myself.
I shoot back into the living, sweat beading my skin wet and traces of dried tears along my temples. I feel sorry for myself. I truly do. But other than that, I can't really do much.
Do I cry? Again? No.
Do I talk about it to someone? Maybe MC? No.
My lack of company is not a circumstance of my occupation as a wanted criminal. My lack of company is due to the fact that I distanced myself from any available company, my hacking compatriots, for I got tired from talking about my trauma to people all the damn time.
How many times do you talk to people about your emotional wreck until you get over it? Infinity maybe. At one stage, you just grow tired of talking about it over and over. You feel like a burdening presence nobody has time for. Or even if they do, you just don't want to.
At last, I would just say, or hope, that nobody feels like me on their birthday. Nobody deserves to cry on their birthday. Nobody deserves to go invisible on their birthday.
As for me, maybe I'll try being happy another time
I am a dreamer but my emotions are rather unpredictable. I think in a vague way, but express my energy in a combative way. In love I seek understanding. I take on the role of the old soul.
i am an explorer, but my emotions are rather overwhelming. i think in a curious way, but i express my energy in a creative way. in love, i seek excitement. i take on the role of the protector.
I am an initiator, but my emotions are rather overwhelming. I think in a direct way, but I express my energy in a analytical way. in love, I seek passion. I take on the role of the mystic. <3
I am a detective, but my emotions are rather overwhelming. I think in a complex way, but I express my energy in a passive way. In love, I seek support. I take on the role of the messenger.
Well, well, well. You've officially reached me. 'Me' as in me, Miley. Yeah, that's... what you can address me with.
So, this is my chaotic little bubble where you can find a few fics, rants, quotes wherein I overshare about my sad little life, basically a lot of shitposting. As for me, I'm a Senior at high school (getting thru it somehow), a bibliophile, learning astrologer, maladaptive daydreamer, anxious little minx, socially awkward teen, maybe a nerd but definitively not boring. You'll find how ;)
Anyways! Thanks for being here, love y'all. (Yes, I know. Chaotic)
I do not consent any of my work being published on other platforms. With or without credit. This is MY work and I wish for it to be ONLY on Tumblr. If you want to share it, share the link. (There's an option for that, you know)
