Dec 15, 2024
When I say I wanna be neil perry next Halloween I mean I wanna die
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When I say I wanna be neil perry next Halloween I mean I wanna die
Upset by the lack of shipart in the Born of Bread fandom-
wherE Y'ALL AT?!
𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @nosuperm4n ( s3x19 buried memories. )
Lex sat in the passenger seat, oddly enough he never rode shotgun not like this, he was driven around by staff & even then sat in the back. He never expected Clark Kent to drive him anywhere it was usually the other way around. He didn’t mind it not now, between the countless bumps to his head, & the Summerholt treatments— he was relieved he didn’t have to. It was for the best, Clark wouldn’t let him in this state. He was fine— or he would be. He just needed to get home, wash down the memories with booze, crawl into bed, sleep. Lex tried to resist he didn’t need anyone worrying about him. Not after the conversation they just shared prior. BUT the other man was vehement on chauffeuring him back to the mansion regardless of his false sense of stability. He could collect his car tomorrow. The pair sat in silence, no radio just the wind passing through cracked windows and the sound of tires, the road beneath them. Cornfields and open road laid before spanned out for miles, but all of it was a blur, settled he realized how off he was, overstimulated. Every vibration in the rickety frame made the old Chevy creek, sending shocks of pain to his head. He winced, looking over at Clarks hand on the steering wheel, the sun pooled behind him, shining through the window, blinding warm light. Sights doubled and then the scene fell away. There was a touch to his cheek. This felt too real, through low lidded eyes just a crack in vision. He wasn’t looking at Clark anymore, at least not how he knew him. This boy was much younger, rounded cheeks, messy raven hair— and that same smile. They weren’t alone, Jonathan driving and Martha Kent next to them? Lex was curled in his father’s lap, cradled close, couldn’t recall ever being held like that before. Never remembered much from “that day.” Other flashes, came in wicked succession. The truck fell away, and he felt a wave so hot, it could peel skin, the fractured sounds of help me. That S carved on a human scarecrow. Breathless Panic, Hyperventilation. Asthma attack.
Then nothing. Just void-less black, blotches of light came Clark bleeding back through still driving. Lex gasped into reality, with a quick click he clawed out of the seat beat smothering him, placed one trembling hand on the dash. Bewildered, stunned, stuck to the leather of the seat. Lost of his voice, he strangled out his friend’s name. ❛❛ Clark…❜❜ Was it obvious where he just came back from? These memories took him out, clark's & his father’s wise warnings about these treatments singing in his ears, before speaking over the noise. He thought he'd get those seven weeks back but all he got was buried trauma from his childhood. Lex filled the silence again more winded than he wanted, didn’t think about how he would sound, the words fell right out his mouth soft tumbled before he could stop them. ❛❛ I thought the bridge was the first time we met… but I saw it just now. Your family’s truck. The hospital. You. ❜❜ he swallows, letting the weight drop to his chest. ❛❛ We were very young…do you remember any of this at all ? I think I'm actually losing my mind.. ❜❜ he asked more honest than, hell maybe ever. Not expecting any truth or for Clark to even remember it, but Lex knew now, even if no one believed him.
what's a fun detail about a character you haven't had a chance to talk about yet?
While in game Costco carries a lute with him, his actual favorite instrument to play is the flute. He enjoys how fluid players look when they play and how the music seems to dance through their whole body like a spell. Sure he can get that movement when he's rocking out on the lute but something about the flute just entrances him.
He's too embarrassed about the noise level to every play it in camp or to practice though. Instead, he just fingers along to songs in his head while the mouth piece rests on this shoulder. The night before the elder brain fight, fearing that they might die in the battle, Costco slipped out of Elfsong and went off the the cemetery since... not a lot of living ears there. He played his flute out loud for hours and felt the most free since the nautiloid.
He was only slightly saddened that he night never get the chance to show his camp mates but little did he know, his favorite vampire had followed him (for safety) and had his own little concert for one. Astarion never told him about it, just gave him a kiss in the morning with a warm smile.
Me, waiting for the new leaks to come out:
Me, checking Tumblr: *Checking notes, checking tags, more fanfic/headcanon reading, fangirl over Iida and Mr. Compress, refresh page*
Me, checking Twitter: *scrolling through posts, liking/commenting on posts, nosebleed from NSFW art, refresh page*
Me, laying on couch with tears: I just want to know if they're okay......
I absolutely adore Xemara’s model as a Viera now T--T
Me; haha gonna start making a commissions page to get money !!
Tumblr; oh hey wouldn’t it just be terrible if we fucking DESTROYED the only platform you have any relevance on???
Me: :)))) wonderful, cunts
Smol plot idea for Victoria Christmas special:
Presents for all, everyone happy, carols, chestnuts, open fire, the whole deal.
Alfred steals away from the party to be sad for a while. Enter Wilhelmina, who touches his arm gently and offers him a present: a portrait of Drummond, just small enough to be hidden in a watch or a pocket book.
"I drew him from memory," she whispers, "so you will always have him with you"