ʚ .　 ۫ . 𓃹𓃦𓇗 ༝༚༝༚

❝ ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ’ᵐ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ˢʰᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ⁱ ᵃᵐ. ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉ ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵃⁿ ᗩᗰᗩTEᑌᖇ, ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ... ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ. 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗂 𝖺𝗆, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ɪ ᴀᴍ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ″

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𝚊LL I'𐌋𐌋 𝓮v𝓮r be is a... 𝖒ILD C𝖀𐌋ⓣ 🅗it — multi-character

♥︎ ‘ ciara, uk, 27 @redheid ’

something, something, blurred reality, how empathy exists beyond objective truth. identity + belonging. something something something

the narrator fight club ➜ disillusioned insomniac whose search for meaning spirals into violence, identity loss and self destruction. edgelord of the universe. mr society. book and film. #firstperson lover (edward norton)

rue euphoria ➜ season 3 is fucked up bro but we move. after getting clean and returning to meetings after the fallout with laurie and alamo, rue discovers she's uniquely equipped to find the people everyone else has already written off. she becomes an unconventional private investigator helping addicts, runaways, sex workers, missing kids, etc... #caliclean (zendaya)

greg gaines me and earl and the dying girl ➜ self deprecating, hyper observant teenager (can be sent to college for writings sake dw) who masks vulnerability with terrible, awkward humour and constant irony. filmmaker (in secret). another #firstperson lover (thomas mann)

marty mauser marty supreme ➜ fast talking, endlessly ambitious HUSTLER BRO. charm, confidence and impulsiveness constantly land him in ridiculous situations. ping pong for life (timmy t)

jesse d’amato in treatment ➜ a deeply troubled 16 y/o sent to therapy after a violent incident. intelligent and painfully self aware. unpredictable, confrontational and heartbreaking. struggles to connect with anyone willing to help him (or anyone else for that matter) (dane dehaan)

merlin bbc merlin ➜ a young wizard who secretly uses magic while serving prince arthur, despite magic being outlawed in camelot. kind, sarcastic, loyal. he's constantly caught between protecting the people he loves and hiding who he really is. (magic is a queer metaphor i mean who what said that? can land in modern verses, idc. i'm writing the same old merlin but he's wearing jeans) (colin morgan)

nathan young misfits ➜ loud, reckless delinquent whose storm given power is immortality, meaning he repeatedly survives injuries that should kill him. this is amazing, as he has constant reason for being killed (that big mouth) (robert sheehan)

brittany s pierce glee ➜ accidentally gets trapped inside the internet after the camera on fondue for two glitches and pulls her through the screen. what follows is ten days of brittany logic made real: wandering through abandoned chatrooms, getting directions from pop up ads, befriending buffering symbols, attending a captcha university and somehow returning convinced that the experience taught her advanced maths. where did brittany s. pierce go for those ten days and is it at all like that time she got lost in the forest for two weeks? glee adjacent for obvious reasons (see above) (who knows, heather morris??)

villanelle killing eve ➜ charismatic assassin. because murder is performance art. chasing excitement, luxury and whatever catches her interest next. (jodie comer)

spud murphy trainspotting ➜ a gentle, kind hearted heroin addict whose nervousness and bad luck leave him constantly out of step with the people around him. books and film. #firstperson lover (colin morgan - parked era)

momiji sohma fruits basket ➜ a cheerful + affectionate member of the sohma family who is cursed to transform into the rabbit of the chinese zodiac whenever he's hugged by someone of the opposite sex. this was my favourite animanga when i was 11. hope this helps (conan grey)

norman babcock paranorman ➜ a teenager who has been able to see and speak to ghosts since birth, a gift that isolates him until he's forced to break the centuries-old curse hanging over blithe hollow. years later, the town has moved on, but norman hasn't. still haunted by increasingly hostile spirits, he retreats back into hiding the burden of his abilities from everyone around him. (written as kind of a sequel, who knew!) (corey fogelmanis)

tony stonem skins ➜ season one for life. a charismatic, teenager who treats life like a game. manipulative. kind of evil? we love him (nicholas hoult)

peeta mellark the hunger games series ➜ book/films. baker's son, 74th annual hunger games winner. need i say more about this motherfucker

peter parker spiderman. ➜ based after brand new day. rediscovering what it means to be peter parker when he's been spiderman all alone for so long. i have no spiderman knowledge apart from the movies so this is just based on complete vibes and set after bnd. literally zero judgment please. (tom holland)

all on pin. adding as they come to me in my dreams

secret menu — it's my other blogs... @redheid (mark renton), @outself (danny ryder), @stabscream (rome hill), @stvalpeter (val peter), @kasprzaks (eddie kasprzak) @recastin (gabe wallows)

[redheid]

the truth is that i'm a bad person. but that's gonna change - i'm going to change. this is the last of that sort of thing. now i'm cleaning up and i'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. i'm looking forward to it already. i'm gonna be just like you. the job, the family, the fucking big television. the washing machine, the car, the compact disc player, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by... looking ahead, the day you die. ⸝⸝ ᝰ.ᐟ

MARK 'RENTBOY' RENTON, of irvine welsh's TRAINSPOTTING SERIES. inspired by both the novels and movies. written by ciara. redheid.tumblr.com .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

[redheid]

the truth is that i'm a bad person. but that's gonna change - i'm going to change. this is the last of that sort of thing. now i'm cleaning up and i'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. i'm looking forward to it already. i'm gonna be just like you. the job, the family, the fucking big television. the washing machine, the car, the compact disc player, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by... looking ahead, the day you die. ⸝⸝ ᝰ.ᐟ

MARK 'RENTBOY' RENTON, of irvine welsh's TRAINSPOTTING SERIES. inspired by both the novels and movies. written by ciara. redheid.tumblr.com .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

[astrophager]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ #△𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇△𝐆𝐄𝐑. " but i have to save humanity first. stupid humanity. getting in the way of my hobbies. " independent and selective writing blog for ryland grace of andy weir's 2021 science fiction novel project hail mary. primarily book based with movie influences. extremely fanon critical/divergent. written by jam, 18+ content, minors do not interact. est. mar 2026.

[milkcartonangelsoakedinvomit]

[mildculthit]

i know they're canons but at least marty mauser, nathan young, norman and then brittany from glee are my ocs

[mildculthit]

also just a thought i am more inclined to throw nathan young in the mix with superheroes than i am literal spiderman. insane but true

[mildculthit]

no im sorry i love my multi. i love switching cadence every two seconds. i love having to remember which characters uses semicolons and which one would walk into traffic before forcing themself to finish a sentence cohesively. i love different word choices. i love opening one reply and going okay we're clinically depressed and then opening the next one and going right okay now we're BRITISH and in SKINS #2009 #vodka. i love having fifteen completely different sentence structures fighting for custody of my brain. i love characters. i love my life

[grandiq]

⁺     ͓  ✎  ⸰ ⸰ ⸰  ⸻  ⭒「  ❛  surveillance  is  a  given  risk  when  you’re  a  chronic  scribbler.  any  odd  corner  or  stairwell  is  good  enough  —  with  the  allowance  that  a  nosy  passerby  or  two  will  hover  over  shoulder  hoping  for  something  a  little  juicier  than  the  fruitless  complaints  of  a  teenaged  girl.  still,  the  agitation,  the  rolling  of  the  eyes.  blue  ink  slows  to  a  stop,  eyes  fixed  flatly  to  boy  -  wonder  playing  arm  chair  psychiatrist.  

                      ❝  gee,  freud,  you  did  it.  you  really  read  into  my  psyche  &  opened  up  a  world  of  understanding.  ❞                    veronica  snaps  diary  shut,  sliding  it  neatly  beneath  school  books.                    ❝  ever  consider  i’m  rushing  to  wrap  up  due  to  the  sudden  live  studio  audience,  doctor  watson  ?  ❞

[mildculthit]

freud. watson. she’s giving him an awful lot of qualifications. ' no. ' he says it with this immediate certainty and it almost sounds researched.

' because you were doing that before you noticed me. the angry little stabbing thing. you were halfway through killing a lowercase g while i was still being incredibly discreet. ' tony settles back in his chair, though not all that far. veronica has made the terrible mistake of shutting the diary, which has transformed it from something he was mildly interested in into something he absolutely has to read before he dies.

' go on. tell me i'm wrong. ' his pen points toward the diary barricaded by school books. ' you weren't writing about me. you weren't even thinking about me. and hiding it that quickly was just an entirely unrelated, very cool thing you decided to do with your hands. '

[grandiq]

⊱  *  𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟.  independent  &  mutually  exclusive  rp  blog  for  𝑉eronica  𝑆awyer.  film  script  based  but  heavily  developed  over  10+  years.  🇼​🇷​🇮​🇹​🇹​🇪​🇳​ 🇧​🇾​ 🇨​🇭​🇦​🇸​🇪​🇳 |  🇸​🇭​🇪​ / 🇭​🇪​🇷​  |  🇪​🇸​🇹​.  11.01.14.   「 ᵈᵘᵖˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ʷᵃʳʸ 」

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guys it's been such a writing day i'm so proud i did bit n bobs on here and my wip hit 31,000 words i am DOING SO GOOOODDDDDDDD

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@boystark ᢉ𐭩'd, merlin knows better than to interfere with the affairs of lords. he knows this in the same way he knows not to touch hot iron or insult a man while he's holding a sword: mostly from experience. unfortunately, knowing something has never been particularly useful in stopping him. the first body is lying facedown in a stream and merlin nearly trips over him. the second is twenty paces further, half hidden beneath shrubbery, grey and white enough in pallor for merlin to understand what had happened here. after that, the woods begin telling the story. hoof prints deep into the mud, blood across tree roots. several horses had come through quickly and, judging by the tracks splitting east ways, and at least some of them had left the same way.

one horse hadn't. merlin finds it another hundred yards on. its rider has made it slightly farther.

merlin recognises him eventually. he'd seen the young lord once from a distance, surrounded by enough banners and armed men. he's rather less impressive now, propped against the base of an old oak with mud up one side of him sustaining very clear injuries. merlin looks back the way he's come. then at robb. then very deliberately back toward the dead men. ' don't move, please. ' merlin drops beside him, eyes moving over the arrow before finding the cut above his brow, the blood on his sleeve, the way he's holding himself. ' unless you're trying to die. ' his eyes flick up. ' in which case, judging by all this, you're doing very well. can you stand? ' a pause. ' and don't lie. you're a terrible colour. '

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@newmutiny ᢉ𐭩'd, marty has been watching art serve for long enough that it stops being an accident. he's sitting court side with a paddle balanced across his knees, bouncing a table tennis ball against the rubber in this steady tok, tok, tok that's probably annoying. actually, no. definitely annoying. that's why he's doing it.

look at this ping pong motherfucker court side at tennis practice.

art sends another serve down the line and marty goes, ' you know what your problem is? ' nobody asked, this has never stopped him.

he gets to his feet and wanders down to the court, squinting at art like he's being paid for the character analysis. ' you look too fucking reasonable. that's no good. guy sees you across the net, he thinks, that guy waits for the little green man before crossing. ' marty points the paddle at him. again, look at this ping pong motherfucker court side at tennis practice. ' nobody's scared of that ... you ever play table tennis? '

[mildculthit]

@spacecadette ᢉ𐭩'd, tony's been reading upside down for approximately thirty-two seconds before veronica notices. opposite her all sprawled out with his chair tipped back onto its two hind legs, one ankle hooked very lazyily around the other, his pen turns through his fingers as his eyes make the very short journey from her face to the open page between them. when she catches him, he doesn't look away. if anything, he squints. ' you've got very aggressive handwriting. '

his chair comes forward with a soft clack. he leans across the table, arm settling beside whatever they're actually supposed to be working on, which has apparently become considerably less interesting than veronica sawyer's private thoughts.

' look at that. ' the end of his pen hovers over a particularly violent bit of ink. his eyes lift to hers. ' you start off all neat and clever, then about three lines in you begin trying to murder the paper. ' a teeny little beat, a little stare. his gaze drops back to the page, then, gleaning: ' am i in it yet? '

[mildculthit]

@burihal ᢉ𐭩'd, rue finds jim behind the gym during fourth period, which is funny, because she's pretty sure this is where people are supposed to come to do drugs and he's just sitting there writing. kind of fucking pretentious, actually. she drops her backpack beside him before he gets any time to rhyme or reason an objection and slides down the brick wall, stretches her legs out on the concrete, converse battered as all hell and feet sore from today's write-off of a gym lesson: track. she fucking hates gym, should've known better to follow carroll in the first place.

' just so you know, i told henderson you were throwing up. ' she rolls her head against the brick over to him. her hair gets caught and she swats it back into place, then eyes up the notebook.

' so if anybody asks, you have food poisoning. so whatever little dead poets society shit you got going on here is now happening on my time. ' she nudges the toe of his sneaker with hers. ' what're you writing? '

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@sisyphuse ᢉ𐭩'd, some place in butt fuck nowhere, peter sees her from half a block away for one stupid second, the whole street rearranges itself around her. someone shoulders into him from behind. tells him to fucking move. a horn goes off somewhere to his left. peter doesn't hear much of either. because jean grey is standing across the street. or she's not. his brain's been unreliable before: waking up from a coma apparently comes with the fun bonus feature of occasionally putting things where they don't belong. shadows moving in his peripheral, conversations he's not totally sure happened, faces borrowed and pasted onto strangers. so, sure. why not jean. three weeks unconscious, six more trying to put himself back together, and somewhere in the middle of all that, she'd decided disappearing was easier than saying goodbye. peter had gotten pretty good at not thinking about what that meant. or where she'd gone. or whether she'd gone because of him. or whether she was even still...

she moves. just slightly. turns her head, and there she is in full profile view, unmistakable and ordinary and totally alive. peter's chest drops about six floors before the rest of him can catch up and there he goes, crosses the street before he's actually made the decision to.

' hey! ' brilliant. months of wondering whether she was alive and that's what he's got. his hands disappear into his jacket pockets and his shoulder curl inwards like this is all just casual. that she's there (god he hopes she's there) in the middle of this faceless city at the same time, same place (swear to god, if this is one of those coma specials...).

' so, uh... ' his eyes go past her, searching the pavement behind her like maybe the explanation for the last few months is running late. nothing. his gaze finds hers again. ' most people leave a note. '

[mildculthit]

i can't think about peeta/the hunger games for so long because my brain starts to hurt and turns inwards on itself like pure black hole style

[mildculthit]

spends so much of his life trying to prove that there are parts of a person nobody else can own and then the capitol specifically takes him apart to prove him wrong. not kill him not even really break him they take the boy who said i want to die as myself and make being himself the one thing he can no longer trust