𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣.

painting over scars and bruises  now this is H O M E  fill it up with love and  make the best of something new  as hard as it seems  i hold my breath and just believe dependent matt from until dawn RP account, part of fandomshub

[hcuseofblck]

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Sirius couldn’t help the slightly frantic and confused tone that came along with his question. People were missing, and other’s had simply gone back to their homes for the night. “I thought the Goddess was gone, done with playing her sick little games with people? Now there’s a Prophet? — who is taking people?” 

[linebackxr]

matt had had enough weird shit for his short life. london was supposed to be safe, right? everywhere away from the mountain was supposed to be safe. yet here he was, once again in the middle of some supernatural bullshit. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep his last meal from coming out. “i don’t know, man. but this shit needs to sto. i did not sign up for it. i’m so fucking tired.”

[yevgenygallavich]

“Eh – no we didn’t have movies on the isle. Only – dungeon sales and one channel for Auradon messages.” he shrugged. “I’m Gil! What’s your name?” 

[linebackxr]

“that’s bullshit. if you come over to my place we can have a pirates of the caribbean movie marathon. your life is gonna be changed!” matt offered his hand to gil. “nice to meet you. i’m matt.”

[linebackxr]

ofailedwords:

“i don’t think our government is smart enough to think of something like this.” evan admitted with a shrug. “nobody has any idea how they got here? man that is weird, crazy weird.” he frowned deeply. “aliens huh? yeah that sounds like it could be what happened, i’m with you on that one.”

“i don’t know, they’re pretty shady. you got any big, juicy secrets they might not want the rest of the world to know?” matt narrowed his eyes, pretending to inspect the other boy. “yeah, far as i know, we’re all in the dark. --- hmm... do you think they want us for experiments or are they just the observational type?”

[yevgenygallavich]

“Oh than you can make friends! And cheese can make friends! I – don’t know what that type of pirate is – I had to wear these clothes for this – party.”

[linebackxr]

“yeah! that sounds great, man. you’ve never seen pirates of the caribbean? a lot of people only like the first movie, but i’m a fan of them all ---  oh, hey! i never asked your name.” 

[wrenhavenriverarchive]

Jess, you…you’ve had a pretty rough night.

[yevgenygallavich]

“No I would love puppy play dates! He has a brother too! But someone else has him so all three of us could let them play together!” he said, overly excited. “Oh – that’s.. actually smart. I named him pirate because I’m a pirate.”

[linebackxr]

“awesome! yeah! the more the merrier. i also don’t know many people around here so that’d be great --- really? you don’t look like a pirate. not the johnny depp type, at least.”

[yevgenygallavich]

Gil looked over at the man in surprise, before giving him a smile. “I don’t know – I just brought him along! I can’t leave him alone, I mean – he’s still so young and – and he’s just too adorable to leave behind.” Gil said, smiling down at the little pup who’d fallen asleep. “Cheese? Is – is that – the food.. or your dogs name?” he asked, confused not that he should judge based on his own dogs name “Pirate!”

[linebackxr]

“good call, dude. he’s lovely... man, we really need to schedule some puppy play dates --- unless you think thats weird. is that weird? i don’t know it’s just my first instinct when i see a person with a dog i’m like. i love that dog and i need to befriend that person.” matt ran a nervous hand through his hair. “it’s my dog’s name. it’s uh... it’s an inside joke i had with my sister. my name is matt. you know, like mac and cheese? matt and cheese. it’s dumb, but i love her. pirate is a great name.”

[ofailedwords-deactivated2017083]

the cold night air whips against pale skin as evan taps an anxious foor on the cobbled floor. ‘london huh? how did we get here because - i don’t remember boarding a plane to london, and magic doesn’t exist!’

[linebackxr]

“join the club, pal. i mean you could go either government conspiracy, alien abduction or magic. the truth is we’re all trapped here with no idea how it happened. personally, i’m a big fan of the alien abduction theory.”

[yevgenygallavich]

Gil felt horrible in his formal wear. He felt like he just came from Auradon, which in his eyes and many of the other VK’s was not a compliment. However he was grateful to Liv for shopping with him, he would have otherwise gone in his regular pirate outfit and he would have felt left out. Now he felt like he fit in, which made him happy as he stood in a corner, holding his puppy as he scanned the crowd. “What do people do at these things?” Gil asked, he had intended to whisper it to Pirate, but he ended up saying it out loud.

[linebackxr]

matt was good out on the field, quick and almost graceful on his feet. dance floors were a completely different story. the only reason he’d attempted dancing at prom had been emily’s endless pleas, and even then she had decided to stop after he’d stepped on her feet five times in the span of one song. so really it was no surprise that he’d stayed on the sidelines this time, watching people have fun. he searched the crowd, but was unable to find the one person who would make the night worth getting out of bed. a voice dragged his attention to a guy standing nearby and, more importantly, to the small dog in his arms. “oh man. we were allowed to bring dogs? cheese loves parties. what’s his name?”

[btchcakes]

finn was looking down to the caterpillar in his hand, helping the little fella cross the road to a safer route. “ — you coulda been hit or stepped on, my buddy.“ he lectured kindly to the bug before he bumped into another. jolting forward a bit, the boy slightly cupped his hand so the caterpillar didn’t fall out but his blond hair flopped out of his polar bear cap. “i’m heckin’ sorry, i shoulda been watching where i was going. hey, do you know where a caterpillar would like to go— i don’t think my friend knows how to talk.“ finn questioned, holding out the caterpillar to the other while using his bionic arm to push the blond locks back under the white hat.

[linebackxr]

matt raised an eyebrow, confused, but definitely amused by the guy’s question. “i don’t think a caterpillar would hava preference. maybe put it on a leaf. i assume as long as you don’t step on it, it would be grateful.”

[ncmesckes]

“ Word of advice, don’t try the goodies I brought yourself - give ‘em to people you really wanna mess with. “

[linebackxr]

“thanks for the heads up, but i’m gonna pass. pranks are... not really my thing anymore.”

[littleblxndepup]

“It’s been a looooong while since I’ve been to a ball. Besides, dressing up in suits and masks is Jumin’s department. Out of my friends, I’m not really the most… ‘debonair’“

[linebackxr]

“you’ve... gone to a ball? the closest thing i’ve ever been to is prom, but that was kinda lame.” matt pursed his lips, nodding. “debonair. right. totally know what that means.”

[linebackxr]

ofdragonsandsmarts:

“Nice to meet you too, and yeah you don’t have to lie it’s not the worst of names but not the best either.” He replies with a slight shrug. “ So, what brings you up here?”

“who said i’m lying. we’ve all got our fair share of ridiculous names. hiccup is way better than pickle juice. not the most original, but i did get it for accidentally pouring pickle juice all over myself. i had to walk around like that all day ‘cause i didn’t have a clean shirt.” he chuckled at the memory. “uh... the view, i guess? you?”

[linebackxr]

ofdragonsandsmarts:

“ I don’t mind, was getting pretty lonely up here anyway.” He replied with a small smile, as he went back and leaned against the rail. The winds blowing ever so slightly, if Toothless were here they’d be off flying through the skies. So high, the sun would be near their reach. Even so, he’s glad that he has some company now at least. 

“ I’m Hiccup.” He introduces himself. 

“awesome. thanks, man..” matt approached hiccup, hands in his pockets. having someone to talk to made it easier to ignore the way his knees went weak. he smiled. “that’s a... cool nickname. i’m matt. it’s nice to meet you.”

[writemares]

{ @linebackxr from here }

“you’re right, but … not exactly how i hoped the evening would go, y’know? don’t suppose there’s any chance you’ve got a wrench with you, is there?” because sane people carry wrenches with them everywhere.

[linebackxr]

“the positive side is it can only get better from here, right? hold on, lemme see. i have...” matt searched his pockets, well aware that he would not find a wrench there. “yeah, i have some gum and uh... a band-aid. d’you want the gum?”

[oflosthopeandbelief-deactivated]

Hiccup stood on the roof of the building, looking out at the city. London is a much different place than Berk, that much is for sure. It’s full of different sights, sounds, colors, lights, smells..everything is bizarre, it’s new and exciting…but also scary. Nevertheless there is a familiar homesickness deep inside of him, one that makes him ache. He misses his father, misses his friends, misses Toothless. On top of that, there’s a ball everyone’s preparing for…and he really does not want to go. He sighed, and looked outwards when he hears the door opening. Assuming the other person needs some privacy of their own, the viking decides to leave. 

“ Sorry I uh, I’ll get out of your hair.”

[linebackxr]

it was a weird thing matt had always had. he hated being scared in general, but his fear of heights was top three in his most hated fears list. he wasn’t always scared of heights, but falling off a fire tower into monster-infested mines will do that to people. so matt had gotten into the habit of going up to the roof. he never approached the edge, but he was working on it. he jumped, surprised to find someone else up there. “oh. hey, man. nah, it’s cool. you were here first. and uh... wouldn’t mind the company, if you’re up for it.”

[linebackxr]

matt taylor at the heaven in hiding fund raiser ball.

Formal wear: matt is not a big fan of formal wear, being passionate about his jock status, he prefers clothes that allow him to move whenever he needs to. however, enjoys an outfit that will make him look good.

Auction: matt doesn’t have many valuable things. if you were to ask him what his most valuable possession is, he’d probably point to his dog, cheese. obviously, she’s not up for grabs. he does have a nice watch his dad got him for his eighteenth birthday, seeing how he barely wears it, he doesn’t mind parting with it,

Donating: matt will be donating  £5.