hey hey quick note that basically the first weekend back was busy busy but i should be back around soonish
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@skittaer
hey hey quick note that basically the first weekend back was busy busy but i should be back around soonish
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
sexual tension is out, platonic tension is in. I need enemies who have fought each other so many times that they've developed a mutual fondness, realized they have a lot in common, and have to stop themselves from slipping into friendly conversation when they're supposed to be kicking each other's asses.
@unionyzes : ℧
jack mourning over a dead skittery .
jack and skittery fighting together , back to back .
skittery bought a gift for jack , but lost it on the way home .
send me ℧ for me to generate a scenario for our muses
Send me ℧ for me to generate a scenario for our muses
Using THIS generator. .
i should go to sleep but instead who wants to discuss skittery’s hp verse
hey everybody ! now that i’m up at school i’m going to try to stick to a clearer schedule for my accounts . from now on , replies on this account will be queued . to try and keep myself focused i’m going to instate a “ reply schedule ” for the week so i don’t get too bogged down or neglect anyone . if you need to get in touch with me this account ( skittaer ) as it is now the account on my phone or my dis.cord ( a single yike#1594 ) are the best ways to reach me !
monday : @destroyaer , eos ten’s akmazian / ben
tuesday : @medespace , eos ten’s ryan dalias
wednesday : @vegasace , check please’s kent pars.on
thursday : @papersigned , aaron west and the roaring twenties’s aaron
friday : @skittaer , newsies’s skittery / patrick
saturday : @factmattered , newsies’s sarah jacobs
sunday : @rckgod , wormwood’s jimmy details
#mood
❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧' 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 . not a one of us complains if the work we do is hard. all we ask is a square deal. so fellas, for the sake of all the kids in every sweatshop, factory and slaughterhouse in this town , i beg you —–– 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 & 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 . ❞ est . 2019 , by cara .
Interact with muses from dead fandoms even if you don’t know what they’re from. Read their information, ask questions, engage with the mun. They’re practically an OC to you and that’s more than okay. We just want to write and interact with folks– don’t ignore us because you haven’t heard of what our characters are from.
miscellaneous angst starters.
when were you going to tell me?
you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
that’s…a lot of blood.
can you walk?
please don’t lie to me.
you were supposed to leave.
i’m not going anywhere without you.
shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.
there was nothing more you could have done.
it wasn’t your fault.
this is all my fault.
you aren’t acting like yourself.
i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.
you’re hurting me.
don’t ever do that again.
go to hell.
please don’t cry.
you have to stay awake.
i wish i could take the pain away.
you could have died.
hey – stay with me.
it’ll be over soon.
did you ever love me?
i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.
things won’t always hurt this bad.
you passed out.
how much have you had?
i’m okay. it’s all fine.
it’s not okay! you’re not fine!
let me get you something for the pain.
it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
it’s clearly not nothing.
have you been to the doctor?
i didn’t mean the things i said.
i thought we meant something.
people who are okay don’t act like this.
you don’t have to go through this by yourself.
i don’t want you to be alone.
please don’t regret me.
i heard you crying.
you need to get some rest.
when was the last time you ate something?
i’m worried about you.
did you have another nightmare?
[name], there’s nobody there.
i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.
please talk to me.
why are you mad at me?
alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.
don’t leave me.
did you do this to yourself?
it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.
tell me what’s wrong.
tell me how to make it better.
why don’t you care?
get the hell away from me.
please don’t do this.
i can’t believe that you lied to me.
just…stay for the night.
you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
you can’t die. i won’t let you.
just hang on, okay?
hold my hand if you need to.
i’m sorry.
why do you have a gun?
don’t panic.
just breathe.
you’re bleeding.
i’m trying to stop the bleeding.
you’ve been crying, i can tell.
you should have told me sooner.
i wanted to tell you in person.
a phone call would’ve been nice.
i hate you.
i love you.
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interest is peaked , eyebrows raised in innocent curiosity . yet , she stills her tongue . these kids were not the powerful rich men she was used to probe for answers . as brave as they were , when it was all said and done , themselves was all they had . and she wasn’t about to mess with that . ‘ i am sorry to hear that . ’ against every fiber in her being , notebook is set aside . closed . stored away . the reporter smiles back at the boy . ‘ completely off the record - are you , perhaps , one of these people? ‘ a pause . ‘ so i don’t write anything that might hurt you , ’ she explains .
‘ pfft , me ? ’ his nose scrunches up as he lies . his eyes look over to her now closed notebook . his anxiety is obvious and a careful observer could probably put together the truth . ‘ nah , not me , i mean ’ he shrugs , repeatedly . ‘ i just means . . . ’ a pause , wheels turning as he decides what to share and how . ‘ we’s protect each other , right ? and we’s also got kids who should be in the refuge , but we’s ain’t lettin’ them go back there . it’s not a good place , yeah ? ’ he shrugs again , gaze shifting to his shoes , well worn things . ‘ and we’s gots kids who’s are runaways , who’s folks really shouldn’t find ‘em . ’ he gets quieter with the second half of the phrase , but it’s somehow more confident . no question or uptick in his voice .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒 ─ 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘? ( written by nicole. )
patrick , darling , since you left me i am undone . mother loves you ! god save my son ! , SKITTERY / PATRICK from the 1992 film newsies , broadway based , sung by red
❛ oh, you must be freezing ! ❜ she hurries down the stairs, careful not to slip on the snow covering each step. natasha knew that work was work and the paper would come every morning, rain or shine, but she didn’t think they would send someone so young in the harsh winter. ❛ here. ❜ the shawl around her shoulders is quickly draped around his own, a gentle smile and somewhat apologetic smile on her face. while she was thankful to receive the paper, she felt a little guilty about letting people go through so much trouble to deliver it to their doorstep. ❛ won’t you come inside ? just to warm up for a little while. ❜
natasha rostova for @skittaer ! sc.
the left corner of his mouth turns upward , hard not to smile when the young countess moves towards him , shawl with a touch of something more expensive than he’s ever owned thrown over his shoulders . face flushed from the cold , but his eyes look up with a soft warmth towards her . ‘ thank you , miss , ’ a hand reaches up to touch the fabric . ‘ can’t stay for too long , have to deliver the rest soon . ’ the other hand pats the bag by his side .
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You take care of the suit. I’ll take care of the music.